AN: Sorry for the lack of updates, school figured it was funny to give us god how many activities and projects. Powerpoint presentation, easy and quick enough but I have to make a video about something and making a dream catcher thingy, too lazy to research fr.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon

(No beta I die like Latios)

Where am I?

What is this place?

Everything is dark. I can't see, hear, or feel anything. Just where is this place? The last thing I remember was going to bed after a long day saving the Sky Garden from a bunch of idiots—remnants of Lord Verclan's goons. They tried to steal the Sacred Flower, probably hoping to revive him. But they didn't succeed. In fact, they failed spectacularly.

Good thing the Sky Garden can move. They won't know where the garden will be next. They're probably being hunted down and prosecuted by the Psychisia Kingdom by now. Serves them right.

Wait, hold on…

Where are my paws?

Am I… dead?

Suddenly, a bright golden light flooded my vision, forcing me to shut my eyes. Or at least, that's what it felt like—though I didn't have a body to shield. When I opened them again, I was met with utter surprise.

Arceus.

The being radiated power and grace, a presence that seemed to bend the very fabric of reality around it. Its gaze pierced through me, as if examining my very essence. If I had a heart, it would have been racing—a strange mix of awe and trepidation swelling within me.

"Sylvaris," Arceus spoke, its voice echoing through the void, resonating within my entire being. "You have been chosen for a mission of great importance."

A mission? Me? I felt a strange mix of pride and disbelief. What could I possibly do for him?

The weight of Arceus's words settled heavily over me, leaving me dazed. It was a lot to take in—too much, really. One moment, I'd been curled up after defending the Sky Garden. Now, I was standing before the creator of everything, tasked with something of great importance, is there another crisis? Danger?

"I… I don't understand," I mumbled, ears drooping. "Reyes already did so much for us. Why is this happening now? Haven't we done enough?"

Arceus's gaze remained steady. "Lord Verclan's schemes disrupted the balance far more deeply than we anticipated. His dark magic wasn't just meant to conquer—it was meant to corrupt everything it touched. Had he succeeded, even I would have fallen under his control."

That revelation hit me hard. The thought of Arceus—the creator of the universe—being powerless against Verclan sent a chill through me.

"I was unable to intervene," Arceus continued calmly. "My avatar had not yet regained its full strength, and Verclan's magic was poised to exploit that weakness. If Reyes had not stopped him, your world would have been lost… and so would I."

I shifted uneasily. "But Reyes saved us," I muttered. "He didn't know what to do, but he still fought for us."

Arceus nodded slowly. "Yes. He was sent to save the Psychisia Kingdom, but his courage and resolve saved your entire world. Now, however, his world stands on the brink of destruction—because one of my children has fallen."

I tensed. "One of your children?"

"Yes," Arceus confirmed. "A powerful being, consumed by rage and sorrow, has gone primal. Its presence threatens to unravel everything in its path, and Reyes's world lies directly in its way."

The enormity of the mission made my legs feel like jelly. "So… you want me to save his world? Just like he saved ours?"

"Exactly," Arceus replied. "You are the one I have chosen, Sylvaris."

The responsibility felt overwhelming. Me? I was just a small, flighty Pokémon. I wasn't some great hero. I wasn't Reyes, or even someone like Xerxes or Flamey.

"But I don't even know where to start," I admitted quietly. "I've never been to his world… What if I get lost? What if—?"

Arceus's voice softened, a gentle breeze carrying his reassurance. "You won't be lost, Sylvaris. I have a feeling that Reyes will find you. And just as he made friends and allies when he was turned into a Riolu, you will find companions in his world—friends who will help you along the way."

I hesitated, memories flickering in my mind.

Xerxes. Flamey. Cameron. Mudsdale.

The faces of those who had fought alongside Reyes resurfaced—each of them with their own quirks and strengths, but all loyal to a fault. We had become allies that day. I might not have been close to Reyes as a friend, but I was forever grateful that he saved the Sacred Flower.

I could still see it vividly: Reyes and the rest of us standing victorious in the Sky Garden, the Sacred Flower blooming beneath our feet, paws, and wings after we drove away Verclan's remaining forces. We had fought hard that day—together. Without them, none of us would have made it through.

"Reyes didn't know what he was doing when he first arrived," I whispered, almost to myself. "He was confused, lost… but he still found a way, because of us."

Arceus nodded slowly. "And just as you stood by him, you will not walk this path alone. Reyes and others will help you, Sylvaris. You only need to trust that they will find you, just as you will find them."

The familiar warmth of those memories gave me the smallest spark of courage. If Reyes could face an unknown world and fight against all odds, maybe… maybe I could do it too.

I took a deep breath, still nervous but a little more certain. "Alright… I'll do it."

Arceus's light shimmered softly, as though pleased with my decision. "Then go, Sylvaris. A world awaits you—and you will bring the hope it needs."

The golden light began to swirl around me, the void unraveling as I was pulled toward the unknown. Fear still gnawed at the edges of my thoughts. But beneath it, something else began to bloom—small, yet steady.

Hope.

"You will be lost," Arceus said gently, "but worry not, Guardian of the Sky Garden. You will find your path."

And as I was whisked away from Arceus's presence, one thought stayed with me:

"If Reyes could do it… so can I."

I sat in the hospital's cold, sterile waiting area, arms crossed as I watched the authorities and doctors huddle together, murmuring quietly. One of the officers glanced my way, then walked over with a notepad in hand, his boots echoing against the tiled floor.

"So, you said you found him unconscious in the park?" the officer asked, pen poised.

"Yes," I answered calmly, keeping my story tight. "He was lying there, no signs of injury beyond exhaustion. I didn't see anyone else around, so I called 911 since help was far off. But I carried him to a nearby street first."

The officer nodded, scribbling notes. "No ID, no personal belongings? Just the clothes on him?"

"Yeah. Not even a phone or wallet." I shrugged, keeping my expression neutral. "Looked like he might've collapsed from dehydration or something."

A doctor stepped in, clipboard clutched in her hands. "Do you know who he is? Have you seen him around before?"

I shook my head. "No. Never met him in my life."

The officer jotted that down, his brow furrowed. "And no one else at the scene? No one acting suspicious?"

"Nope. It was just him."

The questions dragged on—location, time of discovery, my contact info. I kept my answers simple, close to the truth, but not close enough to raise red flags. What was I supposed to say? That this guy used to be a Pokémon? That he's now human because of some weird dimensional screw-up? Yeah, right.

Eventually, they ran out of questions. I could tell the officer wasn't completely satisfied and looked a bit skeptical, but he gave a nod. "Alright, that'll do for now. If anything else comes up, we'll contact you."

I muttered a quick thanks and watched them leave, doctors trailing behind. The room fell quiet again, except for the occasional beep of medical equipment. I let out a slow breath, leaning back in my chair.

I glanced at the unconscious guy on the hospital bed, his chest rising and falling steadily. His green hair stood out, bright against his pale complexion—definitely not snow-pale, more like forests under sunlight. European, maybe? What kind of Pokémon were you? I wondered. That was a question for later. For now, the real issue was whether he had amnesia. I'd find out soon enough. Either he'd remember his past, or the transformation wiped his memories clean.

I ran a hand down my face, frustration simmering beneath the surface. This whole thing stank of trouble. A Pokémon turning human and ending up here wasn't a random accident—it was a warning.

The world is in danger.

The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. The last time I was pulled into something like this, it wasn't to save the world—it was to save a kingdom. I remembered it clearly: the mission to stop Lord Verclan, the Zoroark who nearly brought an entire realm to its knees. I didn't volunteer to be a hero. I was taken in my sleep, kidnapped by a Gardevoir without warning.

At least I kept my memories. Most humans who ended up in the Pokémon world weren't so lucky. They'd lose everything—forced to start over, piece together their identities, all while carrying the burden of saving a world that wasn't theirs. I kept who I was, but it didn't make things easier—especially since I'd been turned into a Riolu.

I made allies, real friends. Flamey, my Flareon partner, was the best thing to come from that nightmare—my closest friend. I'll never forget him. But even with all the good memories, the pain was just as real. Saving lives was rewarding, sure, but the weight of it? That shit was exhausting. Every Pokémon relied on me. Every single day felt like carrying the world on my shoulders.

I sighed, staring at the ceiling. I had to move on—I didn't have a choice. I didn't regret the decisions I made, but I hated how worlds seemed to rely on dragging people like me into their messes. I knew they were desperate. The odds were stacked against them, and they needed someone—anyone—to change the tide. I saved them because I had to. No one else could. And yeah, I succeeded.

But I couldn't have done it without my friends—because, after all, that's just how it works. Power of friendship and all that.

When I finally woke up, back in this world, I learned I'd been in a coma the whole time—at least, that's what they thought. Once I got out of the hospital and readjusted to being home, I dived headfirst into research. I scoured forums, fanfics, and lore—anything that might explain what happened to me. The pattern was clear: humans sent to the Pokémon world to prevent disasters. Whether these humans came from my world or some other dimension? That, I might never know. But the message was always the same—humans were tools to save the Pokémon world.

Maybe they were all in grave danger, and I shouldn't be pissed about it. I mean, I wasn't part of their perspective, so I guess I was being selfish.

Ever since I got back, though, strange things started happening here, too.

Unknown Dungeons had begun to appear—just like the ones I'd encountered in the Pokémon world. And the most worrying thing? The mysterious pink vortex hanging above Mt. Everest's peak. I didn't have all the answers yet, but the pieces were coming together. Something was bleeding over from one world into the other.

And now, this guy—this former Pokémon—was here.

I stood slowly, the chair scraping against the floor. I stepped closer to the unconscious man, studying him for a moment longer. His expression was calm, almost peaceful, but I knew better. He wasn't at peace—he was caught up in something dangerous. And if he was here, it meant trouble had already arrived.

This time, the roles were reversed. A Pokémon had been sent to my world, which could only mean one thing.

My world was the one in danger now.

I lingered for a moment, staring down at him. For all I knew, this guy had no idea what was coming. Maybe he didn't even remember what he used to be, or why he was here. But that didn't change the fact that he was now part of this mess.

With a tired sigh, I turned away and headed toward the door. The hum of machines and quiet beeps faded behind me as I stepped into the hallway.

I didn't know what was coming. I didn't know how bad it would be. But one thing was certain.

If this world needed saving, I'd do what I had to—again. Because this time, it wasn't just some distant kingdom at risk.

This time, it was home.

"What's next for me?" I muttered as I left the hospital.

I guess that's just how it is, I thought bitterly. If I didn't accept reality soon, I'd lose my mind.

I wonder what fate has in store for both of us—whoever you are, mysterious young man. Or should I say… Pokémon.

As soon as we got home from the hospital, it was already sunset. When I opened the door and entered the house, I could feel Dad's eyes on me, sharp and calculating. No one was here for some reason, and I began to worry. I tried to keep calm, but my hands fidgeted on instinct. I knew this conversation was coming.

He set his keys down on the kitchen counter with a soft clink before turning toward me and folding his arms. His face wasn't angry—just that deep, quiet concern he always got when something didn't make sense.

"Alright, Reyes," he began, his voice low and steady. "What's going on? You've been acting strange since you came out of that coma. You're different. And that mysterious man with no identity you brought into the hospital…"

I swallowed hard.

"Look—"

"No," Dad cut me off, still calm but firm. "I need to know the truth. You didn't hurt that young man, did you? You didn't do anything stupid?"

"No!" I said quickly, raising my hands. "I swear, I didn't do anything to him. It's not like that."

He tilted his head slightly, scrutinizing me with the same gaze he probably used when interrogating suspects at work. "Then what is it like? Ever since you woke up, you've been… off. And now you bring some unconscious man to the hospital with this weird story?"

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "You expect me to believe you didn't get involved in something illegal?"

I exhaled slowly, trying to gather my thoughts. There was no way around it. I had to tell him everything.

"Okay, Dad," I said, meeting his gaze. "You're right—I've been acting differently. But it's not because I'm in trouble. You need to hear me out, but I need you to promise you won't freak out… and that you won't tell anyone."

Dad gave me a skeptical look. "Reyes, if you did something—"

"I didn't," I interrupted, holding my hands up. "I swear. But what I'm about to tell you… it's going to sound crazy."

He raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced but willing to listen. "Try me."

I took a deep breath. "I got… isekai'd."

His expression didn't change. "Isekai'd?"

"Yeah," I said. "It's a genre where someone gets sent to another world. Sometimes they die, and sometimes they just… get transported, usually gaining crazy powers along the way."

He stared at me, silent for a few seconds. Then, he slowly leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. "Reyes, that's—"

"I know how it sounds," I cut in. "But I'm serious. I woke up in a world I thought was fiction—like, an actual Pokémon world."

Dad's expression was carefully neutral, the kind of look people give when they're deciding if you're messing with them. "You're telling me you spent those two years in your coma living in a piece of fiction?"

I nodded. "Yeah. And now I'm back, but I think I brought something—someone—back with me."

He let out a short, humorless laugh. "Reyes, do you have any idea how ridiculous this sounds?"

I sighed. Time for plan B.

I raised both hands in front of me and focused. That strange but familiar energy stirred within me, and with a pulse of willpower, a soft blue light surrounded my hands.

A glowing Aura Sphere formed between them, humming with energy.

Dad's jaw dropped. He just… stared, like his brain couldn't catch up with what his eyes were seeing.

I let the Aura Sphere shimmer for a few more seconds before dispersing it.

The room went uncomfortably silent for an entire minute.

Dad blinked slowly, leaned back in his chair, and rubbed his face with both hands. "Okay… that's new."

He sat there for a moment, taking slow, deliberate breaths. Then, he gave me a look—not angry, not scared. Just… processing.

"So," he said calmly, "this isn't a prank?"

"No," I said. "And that unconscious dude? He's not a normal human. He's a Pokémon. One that somehow got dragged into our world."

Dad tapped his fingers on the table, processing the information. "A… Pokémon?"

I nodded. "Yeah. And that's not even the worst part. If he's here, it means something really bad is going to happen—something that could end the world. I don't know how or when, but I need to stop it before it's too late."

He arched an eyebrow. "And let me guess… your plan is to join the guild?"

"Yes," I said with visible surprise; Dad caught up quickly. "I need to gather as much information as I can. Maybe the guild has records or leads that can help me figure out what's going on. But for now, no one can know about him—not anyone. Just you and me."

Dad stayed silent for a moment, his fingers still tapping on the table. Then, he gave a slow nod.

"Alright."

I blinked, caught off guard. "Wait… you believe me?"

"I don't know if I fully understand all this, but…" He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "You're my son. And if this is real—and that thing is a Pokémon—then I'll help you."

He stood up, walking over to the cabinet where he kept important documents. "I'll handle the identification. I'll make sure no one asks any questions. It'll be official, but… off the books."

"You can really do that?" I asked.

He gave me a small smile. "Reyes, I've been a government official for a long time while you were… gone in your… isekai thing. I learned some government tricks; I know how to make things disappear quietly."

He pulled out a folder and began flipping through it. "I'll get him an identity, something that looks legit. No one will suspect a thing."

Relief washed over me, and I slumped back in my chair. "Thanks, Dad. I didn't know what I was going to do."

He glanced at me over his shoulder, his expression softening. "We'll figure it out, Reyes. But for now, we keep this between us. No one else needs to know—understood?"

I nodded. "Understood."

He closed the folder with a soft snap and gave me a reassuring nod. "Get some rest in your bedroom. You've got a lot to prepare for."

As I watched him walk away, a strange mix of emotions welled up inside me—relief, gratitude, and a little bit of fear.

At least now, I wasn't alone in this. And with Dad's help, maybe—just maybe—we had a fighting chance at whatever we were dealing with. Hopefully, it won't be as bad as I think it is, and I really hope… that I'm not overthinking things.

"Wait, hold on, I have something to ask."

Dad paused, glancing back at me. "They went to Kidapawan City and stayed in my sister's residence for a while. They were worried about you, especially after everything that happened. Though I insisted you stay here."

Surprised again that he predicted my question. "Because you became suspicious of me, Dad," I realized, making Dad smile.

"Yep, and that's how our little… discussion started," he said with a chuckle.

"Why do you sound so calm about all this?" I questioned, genuinely curious.

"Well, raprap, wouldn't shut up about it when you were still in your… adventure," he replied, his tone light.

"That didn't answer my question, Dad."

"Ooops, misheard. Well… government secrets are a bit scary. I got used to it. Also, can't tell you. Sorry!" He smirked.

I rolled my eyes. "I suppose that makes sense, not that I'm planning on finding out government horrors anyway."

Dad laughed. "An understatement."

An understatement? That sounds very and... Awfully concerning.

Arriving at my bedroom, I went onto the balcony. Our house has two floors and is on a small hill, so we had a decent view of the surroundings. I sat on a plastic chair, looking at the sunset, reminding me of my time during my adventures four years ago. I teared up a bit. There was a lot of stress, sure, but there were also memories I treasured with my best friend there. I wondered how he was doing right now.

I laughed softly at how insane things had been for the past two years since my return home. Was I the reason why the dungeons and that spatial rift appeared? Did someone or something follow me back home? I certainly didn't want that Verclan guy to be the one behind this. He had an arsenal of horrors—black magic stuff that would turn cute little things into eldritch horrors.

It's a possibility that Verclan is still alive and followed me here to seek revenge or whatever the hell God knows. What if that spatial rift is Palkia's doing? I never met him or her… Do they even have a gender? I suppose they/them works. With the possible causes of this, I need to figure it all out and find a way to stop it, but first, it's foolish to do it all alone or with only two people. I need a lot of people to help—trustworthy ones, specifically.

I stood up from the chair, wiping my eyes before heading back inside. Grabbing my laptop from the desk, I returned to the balcony, letting the cool breeze brush against me. Once I sat back down, I opened the laptop, the familiar hum of the device kicking in as the screen lit up.

My fingers hovered over the keyboard for a second before I typed into the search bar: Guild of Asia - Davao City Branch.

I stared at the results. If I was serious about joining, I had to do this right. I couldn't just show up unprepared. First, I needed to research their regulations, rules, and membership requirements. A guild that big likely had its own structure, and if I wanted access to their resources—or, more importantly, people I could trust—I'd have to follow their system.

Clicking on the official website, I skimmed through the pages. Membership categories, responsibilities, and rank systems… There was a lot of familiar information but, at the same time, it was different and a lot to digest. This is modern-day, so they had much more complex and extra requirements compared to the guilds from the Pokémon world I was familiar with. They required registration forms, physical evaluations, and proof of skills for certain roles. Typical, but it made sense. The guild wouldn't want to take in anyone who couldn't pull their weight.

I leaned back in the chair, glancing at the sunset again before returning to the screen. No shortcuts this time. If I was going to deal with whatever this is—whether it's Verclan, Palkia, or something worse—I needed to do this by the book.

This guild might be my best shot at finding answers and, of course, money.

As I continued scrolling through the guild's website, absorbing all the information I could, my laptop suddenly chimed with an incoming call. The notification popped up on the screen, accompanied by the familiar ringtone. At the same moment, my phone vibrated on the desk—Nowel's name flashing on both devices.

I clicked to accept the call, and the instant the connection went through, I flinched as Nowel's excited voice blasted through the speakers.

"Dude! We got registered as a team in a guild, bro!!"

Before I could even process that, Joshua's voice followed, just as enthusiastic.

"We're going to become famous, eyyy!"

I let out a breathless laugh, leaning back in my chair. "You guys really couldn't wait to tell me, huh?"

Nowel was the first to reply. "Yeah, we are excited, so sorry! Anyway, our parents let us enter the guild!" His enthusiasm was visible.

Joshua followed in. "Though we are not allowed to go on dangerous missions—not that we can, anyway. We need to be promoted to higher ranks first to participate in dangerous missions, and we're gonna do it!"

I rolled my eyes but continued smiling. "I don't think it's that simple."

"Oh come on, Reyes, don't be such a party pooper. We can take it on! Besides, school won't come back anytime soon," Nowel said.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Though just to let you know, I might join the guild and form a tea—"

Nowel cut me off. "Yo, you're joining? You better, man. This is gonna be grea—"

Joshua tapped him on the shoulder. "We're getting called in to get the final steps of our registration, so let's go!" he said in excitement.

"Oh," Nowel said. "Anyway, that's it for now, Reyes. We'll talk later."

The video call ended, and I chuckled softly at just how naive they were. They really reminded me of myself and Flamey when we first joined a guild and formed our own team.

As I sat on the balcony, the idea of joining the guild lingered in my mind. Maybe forming a team wasn't such a bad idea—especially with him, the mysterious Pokémon… or rather, the now-human. The thought of working with him in this world was strange, but it also felt right, like we had unfinished business.

Just as I was about to dive deeper into that thought, a knock came from my door. I turned toward it, and there stood my dad, leaning slightly against the frame.

"Reyes, sorry if I'm disturbing you, but I need to ask you a few things," he said, his voice softer than usual.

I raised a brow. "What kind of things?"

He shifted his weight and gave a small, hesitant smile. "Basically… I want to know everything—your experiences while you were gone. Your achievements, enemies, Pokémon, all of it. Friends, allies, everything."

I blinked, caught off guard by the sudden request. Before I could respond, he added, "It's fine if it's too personal… I figured you had painful experiences there… and trauma."

I let out a quiet sigh, rubbing the back of my neck. "Alright, Dad."

He nodded, stepping further into the room and closing the door behind him.

And so, as we sat together in our chairs beside my computer desk, I began telling him everything. At first, I thought I'd keep it brief, but the memories started flowing—one story leading to another. I told him about my battles, the Pokémon I met, the friends I made along the way, and the enemies we fought. Some of it was lighthearted, like silly moments with Flamey or meeting allies who became my close friends. But then, there were the darker memories—Verclan's horrors, the betrayals, and the constant uncertainty of survival.

Dad listened the entire time, nodding now and then, visibly disturbed but never interrupting. It was hard to tell how much time had passed—an hour, maybe more—but by the time I was still going, the weight on my chest felt lighter, though exhaustion began to settle in.

He gave me a comforting pat on the shoulder, figuring that was enough. "Okay, that's enough now."

I didn't even realize he had filled an entire intermediate paper, scribbled with everything I had said to him. Looking at my phone, it was now 12:07 AM.

Sensing my slight shock, my dad comforted me. "I suppose that was a bad idea; sorry, son. So how about you take some actual sleep now? We have a crisis to deal with."

I nodded. My dad left shortly after, closing the door.

My hands were shaking slightly as I realized just how much I let my senses go while I explained. I took a deep breath in an attempt to calm myself down.

It worked; my hands were now shaking less and felt calmer.

As I sat in my room, my mind drifted back to the Pokémon world, and I remembered a moment that made me smile.

"Um… Xerxes, what are you doing?" Flamey asked in curiosity, watching as Xerxes scribbled furiously in his notebook.

Xerxes turned to look at him, a grin on his face. "Writing my journal, of course. My experiences here are all recorded in this."

I joined in teasingly, "And let me guess, you're writing about the beautiful stars in the night sky along with us?"

Xerxes laughed, a bright, infectious sound. "Damn, you know me perfectly. Yeah, I am."

That memory flashed in my mind, warming my heart. A journal… it felt like a perfect way to capture my experiences, my thoughts, and everything I had learned along the way. I'd often relied on my memory alone, but so much had happened. I didn't want to forget any of it—especially the moments that shaped who I was.

I decided right then that I was going to start a journal of my own. Writing my experiences but first, I will write down the general information. Some introductions are needed.

Getting an unused notebook from my desk, I wiped off the dust with my hand and brought my ballpen with me.

9-28-24

It was exactly four years ago when I was transported to the PMD world—or more accurately, kidnapped by a Gardevoir who "summoned" me to save a kingdom—

Chapter End