This is currently a teaser/first chapter for this upcoming story that will be updated irregularly. I am young so I make many grammar mistakes, but I hope you still like it! Feedback is something I would like as I continue this project throughout the year. Who knows me will you take inspiration from your comments? Well we will have to see~ Also I will start school in three days and it will be hard to due to AP courses, so don't expect updates regularly. But I will try to do updates as much as I can, and if I take too long please do you encourage me by posting "keep updating please~" Anyway enjoy the teaser~ P.S: this is my own interpretation of KHR and Pokémon. Not everything will be the same as the anime(s).

~ Somewhere in the ultra wormholes ~

Ash swears he has done this Tauro's rodeo before. Where one of his friends get kidnapped (this time Lily), legendaries appear, dramatic shenanigans happen, and Pokémon battle/life lessons that ultimately lead to him somehow saving the day (and more scars). He swears on Arceus (his good, good, ancient pal) himself if he didn't have his aura, he would have died multiple times (ignoring how he did die at least 25 to 50% of the time). And no, it's not because he has a saving been going on for him, it's not!

But looking down on Solgaleo (the one he nurtured since a cosmog, his child given to him by defeated parents), he looks at the muscles that are clearly defined in this large legendary's back and wonders if something is going to happen differently. He can feel it through his soul, through his aura, that things will be different... and judging by the look his Pikachu is giving him (his first Pokémon) he knows it too. (It also didn't help that the marks he got from the legendaries he met and Mewtwo's damaged master ball are pulsing)

Looking back he sees the Garchomp he used to ride. The rider, Gladion looking as determined as he was feeling, but not understanding the awe in his eyes. (Gladion thinks it's a little unfair that Ash doesn't know the influence he has on people. How could he not? When he looks so majestic and powerful and determined on top of the myth. How with just a simple command, he can get anyone to listen to him. That even the Kahunas and Tapus- freaking gods- listen to him when he is serious)

To his sides Mallow, Kiawe, Sophocles, and Lana. Who all have their own emotions of wary, determined, fear, and caution on their faces. He doesn't blame them, they have never been in situations like these before. (And his aura spikes in pride that all of his new friends and rivals do not run away. Never noticing how the seem to look at him for guidance at this very moment and how they straightened when he put his eyes on them)

He thinks of his mom. He always does in these situations. He loves to think about her. (Loves how thinking about her cooking brings a smile to his face. How her warm personality helps him to not puke every time something like this happens. How she would cry if her son, her only family left, didn't come back home like his dad due to his Pokémon journey and pressure.)

He feels a warm (always loving) paw go threw his hair in a comforting manner. He more so feels rather than hears the grunt of affection and worry coming from Solgaleo. And only then he feels the tears coming down his face. Huh? Why are tears coming down his face? He already accepted (Why him! Why always him!) his fate in this dangerous role. He accepted (the fact he can't go to sleep alright, the flinches he controls when his friends hug him, the abnormal healing ability and resistance of his, his weird almost sentient aura, the marks- almost tattoos he gets from meeting the legendaries- forever marked in his skin.) everything that damaged him. Now it's no time for weakness. Now it's not the time to wish he could be more selfish. Wish for others to spoil him. Wish for-

"Pikaa?" "*grunt* Sol"

"It's alright guys, I am fine." I am fine.

~ Somewhere in Italy, 1936 ~

Luce woke up in a good mood (if one ignored her "destiny" that will happen in a couple of years). She has found a potential suitor to give her a healthy daughter. One that is a powerful sky (but not as powerful as her), and will die in the next coming years as foretold in her vision (Meaning no father that will nag about giving up the child to him). Yes, life is going the way destiny wants it.

"Ahhhhhh!"

She almost didn't recognize the scream that came out of her mouth. Too busy and caught up in the painful vision she is being assaulted with. The vision of a boy, 2 to 3 years younger than she is, with powerful powerful flames! So powerful that she can almost taste them. His eyes burning a powerful amber, stance determined and ready to fight, on top of a beast with white fur and yellow colorings. On his shoulder, a large mouse rides with an electric tail, shiny yellow fur, and the same burning eyes as the boy and the beast. (Oh how jealous she is! She can tell this boy- this 2 to 3 years younger boy- will have more power, more harmony, than she can ever dream of) She visions him falling, losing consciousness, being knocked into a hole that seemingly carved its own in space. She hears roaring, crying, yells, bones snapping, blood flowing. She sees blood down his face, bones cracking, power spiking, fear, and desperation on many different faces. She sees glowing pacifiers, she sees-

"Miss, Mio Dios! You're alright!"

Only to wake up to the face of Leonard, her adviser, and father figure. Who's face has been wrinkled By age but still so stern. His hands warm and glowing yellow from his healing sun flames, picking her up from the ground. Muttering that she has been working too hard for her age (17 almost 18 years old is considered average to inheriting Leonard. Her mother took over the famiglia at age 14, don't worry). And she can't help but clutch Leonard and cry. Cry for the boy who she felt lost too much in so little amount of time, cry for his destiny, cry for her freedom, cry for her used-to-be future guardians, and cry due to guilt.

And Leonard, (old, sweet, and loving Leonard) held her close while she cries. Never asking why only asking if he can do something to stop the tears coming down her beautiful face.