Ash tensed... the feeling was not what he had wanted... he knew he had to relax, release tension, and also find a way to get out of this mess. Somehow though, he felt as if something was not right. Time seemed to speed up, and slow down. Yet, he could not exit the time warp. It seemed like as if he was going to go in forever, stay in, trapped in time... despair flooding inside him. Even worst, he colourful array of pictures had gone, simply because the future was not known to him yet, to anyone for the matter, because it was changing at extraordinary  speeds!

He remembered that getting transformed forward in time was easy, and backwards was as well. However, exiting a time tunnel was harder, because there was no straight exit. Perhaps, he thought... he had done something dreadfully wrong. This tunnel was meant for Pokemon, to take each of the three pokemon fighting Necrozma all those millenniums ago, and was made specifically for Pokemon, not human. However, the warp vortex that sucked him back in time was also made to attempt to trap Giratina, not Ash, and yet it had taken Ash for a ride in time as well! 

Suddenly, out of the brightness sparked light, brightness as in all of a sudden Ash's mind was flooded with pictures, pictures of Necrozma killing all of the legendary Pokemon and enslaving them, reaching its full power and commanding its ultra beasts to kill thousands of harmless citizens... an image of someone... himself, labelled the one who never came... and then an eternity of pictures was flung over and over him... Ash wished peace, but found non, the pictures too disturbing and powerful to not think and escape from and too bright to be dimmed. It was almost like a collage of pictures, speeding up and then slowing down, thousands of years went by in just a matter of second, the earth slowly turning into a barren waste land, with a few habitats... zoos that kept enclosed humans that bore some hope... an oasis in the darkness... and finally, the crown in the sky... Necrozma roaming the lands, laughter erupting from his mouth, not because he necessarily enjoyed seeing suffer, but because he knew that he was laughing at someone... someone known as Ash, who one day just randomly dissapeared in the shadow dimension, never to be seen or heard from ever again...

However, though, there seemed only one place that was not at all damaged and still shown tall, and that was Necrozma's throne, or better known as the altar of the sun and the moon.

Suddenly, a peaceful bliss of silence urged over the world, and all of a sudden, all lights shut and there was only one more light source remaining: Necrozma! The new sun and moon, Necrozma was now the only light source in the world, and people, human beings who were many generations late, had forgetter who were the legendary Pokemon, because they now only knew one God: it was light, it was the once blackened figure: it was one who stood up against other legendary Pokemon, who were now considered evil...

And yet it was an endless paradox. You could say that Necrozma was the god and that the legendary Pokemon of Ash's time were simply ones that stole his world and that they were the bad, but yet people still worshipped them, and in the new era, it was the same thing. Necrozma was the new God everyone knew about, and the ultra beasts were considered his most highly used servants, who supported him in every aspect...

Another thousand year blinked by, and Ash found himself in trance, his very beliefs being changed, his will blended to suit what was happening in the future, his will bended to believe that there was only one light... but he still stayed strong, refusing to give in... and finally, he did, and blissful sleep overcame him.

Many thousands of years later, in Necrozma's rule, a boy woke up, unsure of where he was, he did not know where or who he was, much less what he was doing here. He simply sat up in the dark brown soil, his brain fuzzy with random flashbacks, buzzing with the power of Necrozma, he stood up, and sat down again, feeling a straining energy in his legs, he tried once more, and fell down again, unsure why he couldn't seem to get his balance. He checked his pockets and found a device, it said it contain pokemon information. Yes, wait, the boy remembered! He had something like that, something known as Pikachu... a yellow mouse... no wait, it was not a Pokemon, it was a devil, and it was killed according to myths, after an evil person called Ash mysteriously disappeared, no wait, something was not right, somehow a part of him remembered, craved for some knowledge lost, he thought he heard the name Ash somewhere... he thought he was good...

Eventually, he stood up, and shook his arms, and did a little warm up, he felt heavy, tired, as if he was in a middle of a battle, and had just been hit, no sucked by something...

He decided to explore. First, he walked east for about a thousand metres, and saw a few houses, west, and he saw the same, same with north and south. He was in the middle of a grassy field, exactly about 2000 metres in length and width, with houses on either side. After walking for sometime, he decided to rest, he craved for something, he remembered... sunset, but what was the sun? There was no sunset, the light forever will shine...

The houses were very usual, a normal house, a wooden frame, stone bricks, melted ever so slightly by the God's powers. Necrozma... evil... that thought ran in the boy's head, he got even more confused. Necrozma was the god and surely it couldn't be evil?

He decided that thinking wasn't going to help, and instead a turn to the left after walking along some houses in the east direction, he was unsure of how he got here, unsure of what had happened and why he was even here, he felt like as if he didn't belong here.

Then he saw them, some animals, no, gods, they were ultra beasts, the closest servants to Necrozma's rule, and they were busy doing something, executing Necrozma's orders. They were bringing humans for Necrozma to use and then kill...

That was wrong... he knew it... it was wrong... but looking at the people being taken away, they had smiles on their face, they looked proud to be taken and killed... and surely he should be too? The boy got even more confused. He remembered, he used to own some of these ultra beasts, he had two, and he was fighting the rest? No, that was not possible, that would make him God, and that was surely impossible.

Eventually, he decided to head of and get some food, no wait, there was no food, because the light was everyone's food. Suddenly, there was a loud clashing sound, and everyone came flooding out of their houses, their faces delight with joy. They spoke in a groups of loud noises, that seemed in human. They just seemed to utter the word human and human all over boy decided to follow them, and they soon flooded in a gigantic space, a loud tower in the middle, and then they stayed still.

The boy tensed. He had heard about this place. It was known as the altar, the place of sun and moon... no the place of the god... light... it was the new throne for Necrozma. A bell rang and even more people joined, whilst others moved aside, to their suprise, and they immediately cheered when they saw what was happening... he some how understood what they were saying... and they were saying and cheering.

"Hooray... they finally caught them!" They said, joy on their faces.

Yet, the boy knew that this was not the language he spoke.

"What is happening? Where am I?" He asked.

He found himself speaking a different language to what they were speaking. Some people gave angry looks, others have surprised ones. And before he knew it, an ultra beast was coming for him, attempting to grab him. And the. He saw that on the altar, there was an ultra beast, who raised his hand, and then it fell... his hand fell and with it a human head...

"The traitors actually dead, we caught the traitors who finally showed himself... those who don't support a Necrozma should be killed" one said in a mixture of chitter and chatters, that sound familiar... like a Pokemon talking... always repeating their names... somehow, the boy knew this was not the right way he talked.

Suddenly, there was a pull on his sleeve, an old man was doing it, he looked really old, and wore black shades and black clothing.

"Psst... come with me... and don't talk... they execute all those that speak the old human language!" He whispered...

"What?" Said the boy, too loudly that more ultra beasts were giving him suspious looks.

"Just come..." the old man whispered...

"Why should I come with you..." the boy said back.

This was enough for the ultra beasts to get very suspicious, and one of them came flying through the crowds, urgently signalling the pedestrians to block all possible routes of exit so that they could capture all that they believed were traitors... in the crowd!

Fortunately, the people were all too excited by the sacrifices that followed on the altar that they did not notice, and the ultra beasts knew better then to disrupt the watching of a sacrifice to Necrozma, after all, it was considered against the "law"...

Eventually, the ultra beast had finally started to reach the place where he claims to see people seeing the "old human language"... but, the figures he claimed to have done that wasn't their... they were gone... but surely they couldn't have gone very far in the process of about 1 minutes so they must be nearby... the ultra beast thought.

Meanwhile, the old man was ushering the boy through a series of corridors, all placed well so that it could potentially end up as a deadly maze for all those who tried to enter... The boy was unsure of how he got here so quickly, and why he was here. All he remembered was a flash of light and suddenly they were here...

The old man was suddenly straightening up... that was what the boy noticed... his seemingly humped backs slowly straightened up, and he slowly pulled away from a nearby wall, and his walking stick and then pulled of his wig and beard... literally! It turned out that they were all a disguise...

The boy tense... he had a feeling that something wasn't right... it wasn't normal that this had happened... and the complex tunnels looked familiar... they reminded him of something... somewhere he had only been seemingly minutes... no hours or days before... but certainly this place was not a place he had been before... he remembered something along the lines of PAIN complex... the boy slowly, and abruptly turned his head scanning around the complex, reconsigning every curve and corridor/stairway in the route...

Just as he was about to be absorbed into the surroundings, the old man... no, a more younger person... around the age of 30, spoke.

"Do you have any idea how dangerous that was..." he uttered...

"What?" Asked the boy... yet again confused...

"You literally spoke old human language: the language that is banned for over a few thousand years just to... attract attention? You could have got us killed if it wasn't that I have a teleport device to teleport us here..." he was practically shouting now...

The boy tensed... he had a feeling that he wasn't allowed to speak his language, but why? Surely he was allowed to spoke...

"Who are you anyways?" The person stammered.

"I don't know..." the boy answered... he wasn't trying to be mean, but his voice raised about 2 times its original volume. He was annoyed...

"Are you sure you don't know..." the person stammered suspiciously, unable to understand what was happening.

"I honestly don't know" said the boy.

"Then, you are most likely a spy, we caught one out side our premises last week" he shouted.

"I'm not... I'm really unsure of how this has happened" said the boy... more quietly this time.

"You can't be... any one knows where they are born or at least what their name is!" The person said.

"I really don't know... I just dropped from the sky..." said the boy... he was really unsure of how he got here but he had a feeling that dropping from the sky is the best nearest possibility that suited what had happened...

"Just as believable as the fact that you say Necrozma isn't god..." the person said... he meant that Necrozma was the god of the universe at that point in time... but the boy took it differently... he thought that the person agreed... somehow he thought and had a feeling Necrozma wasn't god.

"I honestly don't know where came from" said the boy...

"Well, then you must have a story to tell then... go ahead... say it" the man said,

So the boy explained how he thought he had arrived... mysterious memories... a yellow mouse... something about Pokemon... betrayal and how he had heard about the altar... what had happened when he was here...

When he finished, the man only laughed...

"How foolish of a person to believe in such a stupid story!" He roared with laughter...

Suddenly, the man tensed and focused on a bulb in the centre of the room. The boy noticed that the room had a label... energy store room...

"No... its impossible... the PAIN complex had survived for so long... once teaming with Necrozma to take down someone known as Ash... and now rebellion against Necrozma... all this is done and supported via the crystal in the middle... if it is destroyed... the complex with be destroyed as well... and it's fading"

Immediately, about 20 scientists rushed up and saw what was happening... they immediately cried out in despair. However, the person who led the boy inside was angry.

"It must be this boy's doing... he refuses to tell us anything... he must be a spy from Necrozma..." we must kill him..." he said.

The boy tensed... he knew somehow he had a connection to this place... but what? He knew some of these words... he thought he heard of the word Ash... the PAIN complex was a thought stuck in his head. Then, he found himself onto the floor, wrestling with a figure... it was one of the scientists... and more joined in.

In a matter of moments, the boy found himself completely pinned onto the floor.

"We must kill him... he is responsible for our downfall" a scientist said...

The boy tried to retaliate and explain but found his mouth couldn't move. He found that in fact his whole boy was stiff and still.

And then, a blow hit... a female scientist had smacked his... and in a matter of moments, everyone was smacking him too... some using shark equipment like pans and knifes... but somehow the boy knew something... hope in the hour of darkness and he knew that he could escape... just how? Suddenly, more memories came back to him... he knew pokemon... he remembered something known as the legends league... the orange league... kalos... Kanto.. traitor.. that word buzzed and hurt in his head... was he a traitor or did someone become a traitor? He was confused... and then he fell asleep...

He found that to his despair, upon waking up, he was tied up in a sack... he remembered something similar to this... and he heard voices.

"This boy has been in their for a year now... and so surely he is dead... he hasn't ate for a year..." one person said...

A year? The boy wondered the year had passed so quickly... he was still there though, in the PAIN complex... and no one believed him...

"Let's check his pulse" said one...

"He has no pulse" said another...

The boy tensed... does this mean that he was not alive... but he was... he felt cold... perhaps he had pneumonia... and then a dreadful blitz of sleep overcame him...

When he woke up again... he was outside the complex... it was spring... he remembered going in at a time of around summer... this meant he had been imprisoned or asleep for a year and a half... gosh that was quick! The boy stretched his legs and stood up... he supposed the people he left him outside thinking he was dead. He decided not to pursue his old memories anymore. He thought he had to except the future.

When he thought that all was over... he found something strange... peculiar... out in the shadows... from the very weeds of a small lake nearby... with the melting ice slowly uncovering, rose a yellow mouse pokemon... it was suffering from pneumonia, but had woken up... and it slowly trudged out of the lake... muttering only two words...

"Pi ...Pika?" It asked... it was asking Ash? Ash?

The boy tensed... too afraid to do anything... but the boy found peace as well... perhaps he felt a bond between the two... and then, with a gust of a wind... the yellow pokemon was gone...

Unaware of what he was saying... the boy heard himself say "Pikachu... it's a long time no see..."

And then, with that, the boy stood up... somehow it had given him hope... to carry on... even if it took a thousand years... to recover all his memories... then may it be... however, the boy felt a feeling that it was going to take less than that...

Suddenly, he caught sight of something... a figure... hooded... in the slowly melting slush... and the figure smiled... and then it was gone... like a shadow... the person was gone.

The boy knew he had a job to do... one more... before he knew he could... return? In time? He suddenly had that thought erupting in his head... but to his surprise, he resisted... somehow he didn't want to go back in time... somehow he felt happy with what the world we like...

The boy stood up and trudge in... only forwards... not caring about where he went... and slowly, he found he had somehow trudged back into the rows of houses... the field where he had first landed... and to the town hall... he found a number of people at the town hall, looking at a poster outside that... despite being written in a weird bunch of scribble, was understood by the boy. The boy knew that it was inviting random trainers to match each other with random Pokemon and the winning pair would serve the glory of being sacrificed to a Necrozma. The tournament would consist of five rounds... with 10 trainers, the winners facing each other until their is only one left. The list of competitors were already sorted... and so were the pokemon... it was Necrozma's perfect way of killing talented pokemon and trainers without being criticised for doing so. It was also the only opportunity that the residents actually got to use pokemon...

The tournament started today at about midday... and currently, all 10 participants are in the front of the altar, awaiting for the battles to start, with respective lottery pokemon decided by spinning a wheel. Somehow, on the list of Pokemon was a name the boy was familiar with... it was Pikachu.

The boy slowly turned and walked away. It was noon, according to to a clock, and the tournament started in one hour... the boy had better got to hurry before all the best seats were taken up... he knew it was free...

The route to the altar took longer than expected because of the traffic of people on the way... eventually, he reached the altar, and it was about 30 minutes past midday... 30 minutes till the match starts... to the boy's despair... there was already a crowd of 300 people there and all the seats were taken up... about 50 people were left standing... after the boy finally found a good position, it was about time that the match started...

Somehow, the boy found interest in this match... somehow, the boy felt like as if this match was necessary to watch!he knew it... he just knew it... it was like a feeling and he didn't know why.

An announcer had started announcing names and Pokemon and had paired each pokemon with a respective person, and before the boy knew it, the match had started.

The first round was a clearly wealthy boy who had a strange sort of Pokemon vs another boy with a Pokemon that the boy somehow recognised... it was a Venasaur...

After a series of uncoordinated attacks, with very bad orders from the trainers as they didn't really have any experience, the Venasaur came victorious. Eventually, after 2 rounds, each with easy wins for Pikachu, who practically one shot everything, the boy noticed the announcer was getting anxious, it seemed to think that something wasn't right... and Pikachu recognised that and deliberately nearly lost to the venasuar in round 4. The boy tensed. The final match was Pikachu vs a gigantic Scorpion like Pokemon! It was unclear who was going to win. Both Pokemon had seemed to be able to take on tough challenges really easily, and even though Pikachu was extremely powerful,nit didn't dare to use its full power in case people started to get suspicious, and needed to be careful, as it had not reached its full recovery of strength yet from its thousand year long slumber.

The boy knew that, and he found it strange. His memories were foggy and swift, but getting clearer and clearer by the minute. Somehow, he felt a strong bond linking the two together, even though he was unsure why or how. It somehow felt the creature's might, his fears that something wasn't going to go right if he used his full power, that people would attack it...

After a few minutes of holding back and pretending to be on the back foot, Pikachu finally got a chance to shine when his opponent sprung up into the air, thinking it could finish Pikachu of with a flying attack. Pikachu dodged and jumped over the oppoent's head and shook a thunderbolt before jumping back, hitting the animal's back, catching it unexpected, and made it faint. Pikachu was victorious!

But this meant that Pikachu and his "trainer" was going to be sacrificed to Necrozma though! The boy felt something else in the yellow creature though, and that was hate... revenge... and the boy could feel those feelings building up. The boy wanted to shout.

"No, Pikachu, don't!" He wanted to say, but was too frightened to do so.

It seemed like as if the yellow mouse pokemon had heard him though and looked up towards where he was standing, eyeing the place suspiciously, before taking a deep breath, and seemed to shake everything of with a little shake. It was ready. As a classic way of a sacrifice, the two were first to undergo a 5 minute ritual with strange dances and such, before Necrozma was set to appear before them... and of course, when he did in the form of a bulb of light that immediately led way to an applause from the audience with many who were really religious bowing down, asking forgiveness for their sins.

The boy was, however more worried then ever, for Necrozma was to receive a suprise.

Just as Necrozma had somehow managed to absorb some other sacrifices and other stuff, and was about to get onto Pikachu, it realised that something was not right, the aura radiating from it was too similar... too similar to that of... that Pikachu... but it was too late.

Pikachu first conjured up an iron tail slapping Necrozma head on and then throwing an electro ball that bounced of the altar, breaking a piece of it, and with that, slowly wearing a piece of Necrozma's soul, slowly crumbling it just like the altar. However, the yellow mouse pokemon was no match for Necrozma in its true form though, and soon Necrozma had gotten the upper hand. The spectators were thrown into chaos, and all the people and ultra beasts surrounding it were also too frightened to even make a move, or shocked. Fortunately, Necrozma lacked some battle experience, but Pikachu did as well, and so on and on they went, for about 40 seconds or so, the 40 seconds being the slowest 4 seconds in anyone's life, whether it was the boy's or the spectator's, or the remaining ultra beasts. Eventually, however, Necrozma, had enough and with its giant beam of light, it hit Pikachu so hard that the poor creature, who was in midair, preparing another iron tail, got slammed down so quickly that it was impossible to even see it in those seconds!

And just as Necrozma was able to land the finishing blow, a smile on its face/light. The boy... he had somehow managed to get to the front of the stage and had somehow climbed it, amid all the chaos, he was unsure why he was doing so, his confusion somehow dimming the fright and terror in him... he took a deep breath and, his body spinning out of control, somehow managed to reach super human speed that it managed to beat Necrozma's fist, made out of pure light, to reach Pikachu first, and with a leap, had landed of the stage and was already making him way out. Necrozma was not to be faltered however, and was certainly never humiliated by this much since his taking over of the universe... and now... the boy... he was back...

The boy cradled Pikachu, speaking roll it, calming it... it seemed like as if his instinct tore him down, making him do so...  he was unable to respond, resist the pull... and then, before he knew it, he had about 50 ultra beasts chasing him, gaining on him and a whole crowd of brainwashed people chasing him as well. Just as the boy thought he was going to be caught, a figure so bright that it literally burnt the sky appeared in front of him, Necrozma preparing to take the finally blow and kill all those who had opposed him, from the past, present, and future!

The boy winced, the heat scorching his whole body, and shacking pikachu's already burnt figure as well, but it had one final thing to do, and with a gigantic shout, it launched itself at Necrozma, having no fear, no pain, no regret... and then, the boy found himself unable to resist a familiar pull. Pikachu's ragged form flickered upon him, torn with blood and death, and with its last breath, it said "Ash, its a long time no see..." and with that, it was gone... everything was gone... because Ash found himself being transported through a time warp again, this time gaining speed, speeding him back to his time period, and the future was split into multiple segments once again, the Necrozma and Pikachu he had met slowly fading and failing, because of Ash was their that day to save the world and hadn't disappeared... then perhaps Necrozma might not take over the world after all and therefore the future Ash had been too might never had occurred...

However, just as Ash thought he was about to exit the time warp, he was greeted by a familiar figure, a hooded one, and he said...

"It's you"he whispered...

And then he let a blissful sleep hopefully take him back to where he is meant to be that very second.