Hi there reader LeafeonLover is back with another chapter of BYY

*looks at the angry mob sweatdropping* now now put down the torches and pitch forks please

I can explain I swear!

well less explain more make excuses but they're darn good excuses fyi

firstly this chapter caused me a heap of trouble

I wasn't happy with the old version of it so i went and did some serious re-writing (basicly the whole thing) as well as adding in bits here and there

as a result this chapter is a bit longer than usual

second of all I didn't have a lot of time for the re-writing due to be a busy little Combee

with my exam week, thank arceous that is over (until next term), and handing in assignments some of which still aren't done U.U'

and I was going to update last week but then someone distracted me now I'm not going to name names *cough* Warriorseadra *cough* *shifty eyes* so if you must blame someone feel free mob that guy to get out your pent up frustrations

but also guess what!

this story offically has one hundred reviews *confetti rains down* and the one hundredth reviewer was Tb Kitty 00 so thank you

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so anyway i know your all egar for this chapter I won't hold you back much longer (if you read these author note at all)

Just wanted to say the writing for this chapter gets a bit funky at one point but I had fun with it though it will be more than likly confusing for the readers U.U' oops

OH well anyway...

Gather round one and all it's time for a stor- *cough* ah I mean history lesson

ENJOY!

History Lesson

So far today I had trained, battled three gym leaders, stopped a team Plasma scheme and helped a researcher. Not bad for one day's work I mused to myself. I sat cross legged on the bed day dreaming or night dreaming, as it was currently night time, while Hikari talked.

She was currently droning on in a very authoritative tone about how important this -definitely not a story- was.

"That necklace belonged to the original hero. It's centuries old, a priceless artefact." Hikari was explaining.

I snapped out of my daydreaming to actually pay attention. Now that she was talking about something I was actually interested in. I slowly bent my head downwards so my chin was almost touching my collar bone. By doing this I could actually see the necklace from clearly without having to look in a mirror.

I studied the necklace for a moment. Noting how the artificial light of the room seemed to bounce off the ebony and ivory stones making them shine, like they had been carved from stone just yesterday. The light made the silver chain gleam, like the shiny scales of a Remoraid.

There was no rust, no chips and no signs of it being of such age whatsoever. I reached up to feel the cool stones pressing them against my skin. Then averting my eyes back to Hikari with slight disbelief.

"It doesn't look very old." I stated honestly.

"Of course it doesn't. It's not like a conventional necklace. It was made from the essence of the legendary Pokémon. This necklace holds power, having it leak out is completely out of the question. It was made so only a chosen could wear and wield."

I scratched the side of my face nervously at this response. It sounds a tad too important to be in the hands of a fifteen year old girl then I thought but didn't voice that opinion.

"If it is an artefact, why isn't it in a museum?" I asked letting slight concern leak into the question.

"A human museum? Where people can only look and not touch, to see but not feel. It wouldn't be much use to anyone there." Hikari scoffed with a light hint of lament before moving on.

Yes, a centuries old artefact in a museum, how silly of me I huffed.

"The hero had a special ability to connect with the hearts of Pokémon. For a decedent to be named the new chosen they must possess this ability, even in a very basic or unusable form. Dilution of the hero's blood has not been kind to past chosen but fate seems to have favoured you. You seem to have a natural talent for it." Hikari remarked almost prideful.

It was almost like this was her way of praising me. I couldn't stop to accept the praise though, as I was too busy trying to decipher if I even had this talent. As far as I remember I hadn't connected with the hearts of any Pokémon before. Until I got this necklace I was completely ordinary.

"I think your mistaken I don't have any such… gift." I denied nodding as if I were trying to convince myself even though something (Hikari) told me otherwise.

Hikari cocked her head to the side smirking "Is that so? Then may I ask you something?"

I glanced at Hikari warily, who had that look meant she was up to something on her face, before nodding slowly.

"Okay, how many times have you snuck away into the long grass by yourself, with no protection, and been attacked by a Pokémon?"

I gave Hikari a strange look with one tweaked eyebrow. I thought for a moment. There was that one time with Cheren, but I suppose that doesn't count as alone.

"None." I replied thinking how dumb that question was.

What was that meant to prove?

"I see, and you don't find that strange? Surely you know wild Pokémon can be very territorial, particularly in some seasons of the year, like spring." Hikari probed.

I thought back to the previous springs of my youth in Nuvema town. Flicking through the memories in my head like pages of a book. Spring was my favourite season and I'd often sneak away into route one by myself. To smell the flowers and see the baby Pokémon that had just hatched.

My teacher always said mother Pokémon were very protective of their babies. I didn't think that was true though. They seemed like any other mother to me -very close to my own in fact- kind hearted, gentle and loving. They were too placid to attack anyone.

Thinking about mother Pokémon reminded me of how my old shoes got ruined in the first place. Even though it was years ago guess Cheren still felt bad though it wasn't really his fault. Cheren came with me one time when he caught me trying to sneak off on my own.

I told him it was dangerous and that he shouldn't come, but he wouldn't hear me of course. If anything he was more stubborn when we were younger. Anyway, we ended up being chased by a mother Unfezant. This was very strange because I knew this particular Unfezant.

She had a green tag on her left leg the very reason I nicknamed her Tag. I assume it was for research on migrating bird Pokémon. It wasn't a very original name but what other name would you expect to get from a kid. She never seemed to mind the presence of a human, even around her little clutch of eggs.

That was why being chased was so out of the ordinary. I told Cheren I wouldn't go back, wouldn't go to see her again. But of course, I couldn't do that for very long. I just had to know. Why had Tag done that? It was such strange behaviour for such a docile mother.

When I did go back to see Tag only a day later –I couldn't keep away very long-.

She sat up high on a branch in her nest and stared me down. For a second I thought she might chase me away again. Instead she cooed as me her beak curved in an almost mareepish smile.

It was almost like she was saying 'Sorry about yesterday but that guy you were with looked sketchy to me!' Then as if to rectify her behaviour she adjusted her position lifting up a wing gingerly. Three small heads of baby Pidove poked out from underneath her breast feathers.

They were tiny, newly hatched, and they began cheeping at me excitedly. It was the first time we had seen each other. Tag had been sitting on eggs for a while but I hadn't known that they had hatched.

I noticed the curve on Tag's beck was slightly different. The smile of a proud mother was plastered plainly on her feathery face. I chalked up the chase yesterday to her chicks having just hatched but now I'm thinking... what if she hadn't really been chasing me at all?

What if she had only been aiming for Cheren and I got caught in the middle of it all? I closed the book that was my memories shoving it into the dusty bookshelf at the back of my mind.

My senses came back to the present. I could feel the slight crease of my brow which was usually a good indicator when someone was thinking deeply, like I had just been. I neutralised my features letting the crease smooth out. Hikari twitched her ear noticing that I had finished my little flashback.

"Do you agree now?" she asked promptly.

I pressed my lips together before responding "I think so… but what I don't get is how Pokémon know?" Hikari nodded approvingly at this.

"It's the aura you give off, the very air about you usually it just reeks of sympathetic calmness." I was going to ask why she had stressed the word usually.

Yes usually I was calm but the way she said it, it almost sounded admonished. But Hikari continued on immediately so I didn't have the chance.

"Pokémon know you understand them. When you have an understanding and listen you will be understood and listened to in return. You'd have to seriously tick a Pokémon off for them to want to harm you." she explained.

With this new information other past experiences kept popping to mind. The practice Pokémon at school were always nice to me when they weren't to some others. Pokémon that were other peoples', who were generally nasty little biters, yipped and licked me.

There were so many factors that supported this theory that I had preciously over looked. The fact that I'm being told this by an eevee is a testament in itself.

"I had mistaken others for the chosen but they all failed my expectations. When I first saw you I felt it, a strange sensation, a flash in my chest and I knew you were the one and I was right." Hikari informed me smugly.

I smiled shortly crossing my arms "Okay, let's say I believe you. You say this first chosen, hero or whoever had the same ability what happened to them?"

Hikari grinned probably knowing that by this point I was burning with curiosity. As she began talking her voice faded somewhat as another book opened in my mind. Only it wasn't the volume upon volumes of memories. No, it was more like my mother reading me a bed time story.

At a point between being awake and dreaming whilst asleep, like dozing. The soft drifting words help you envision the pages, each page has a picture and each picture helps tell a story.

-Here's where my writing got a bit... interesting. To make it hopefully less confusing. The stuff in italics is the narration. The stuff not in italics is imagery-

In ancient times there was Pokémon and people just like today. However unlike today there were no pokeballs for capturing Pokémon. The only way to 'have' a Pokémon was to either befriend it, or enslave it.

Images of a person sitting beside Pokémon, smiling and laughing. They flashed by too fast to make out faces but… they were happy. Then there were other Pokémon bound with leather straps and belts to constrict them. The expression of unease, depression and unhappiness were not blurred from these images.

Many Pokémon feared becoming slaves to human kind and so, to befriend a Pokémon was extremely rare. The hero was one who showed kindness to many Pokémon. There was one in particular that was saved from death by the hero.

A small girl in a simply brown dress. Her dark brown hair plaited perfectly lay on her curved back as she squatted next to an eevee with a deep gash on its side. All attention was on the Pokémon as it bleed out and breathed heavily, so small and helpless like how she felt…

Then slowly she reached out to the eevee pulling the cream bandana off the top of her head and tying it over the gash. The bandana started to turn red as blood soaked in but didn't flow as it had before. The girl lifted the Pokémon cradling it in her arms.

She turned and though her face was smudged from existence a firm resolve was easily read in her body language. The girl ran swiftly with the least amount of jostling as possible through the forest and out of sight. Though nothing else was seen a faint hint of smoke and the scent of herbs filled the air.

Ever since that day and for every day after that Pokémon stayed by the hero's side.

The girl appeared again only different. Almost every aspect about her had changed. Her brown hair flowed in small waves down her back like the plait in her hair had just been undone. She was taller and some things seemed to have grown in mere seconds.

She still wore a simple brown dress though the top half had a cream blouse underneath, cloths of middle class. A corset of days gone by underneath most likely. By her side was an Espeon with lavender fur that rippled with the Pokémon's moving muscles. The Pokémon's coat was as shiny as the gleaming scarlet jewel embedded in its forehead.

The hero lived in a small town between two kingdoms, Black City and White Forest.

The girl, now young women, and the Espeon strode through a quant village with small white houses and brown tiled rooves.

It was legend that these kingdoms were created by the brothers who caused the split of the great dragon Pokémon into Reshiram and Zekrom. Just like the two brothers the kingdoms began to fight for supremacy and the hero's village was caught in the middle of an inevitable war.

This was a grave time in history, battles were fought on both sides, homes, fields, forests were set ablaze. A sizeable number of Pokémon had their homes destroyed and were enslaved to help aid in the battle. The last fight was to take place in the hero's village and would likely devastate everything.

Balance of the world had been loss and chaos now rained. Fire ravaged the ground and lightning broke in the air. The hero sought to end the battle and save the village from destruction. So the hero and Pokémon companion travelled in search of the dragon Pokémon.

Flashes of young women and Espeon walking away from her home, through a green forest and into a fire. Running with her Pokémon and other wild ones to escape the flames licking hungrily at her heels. Three strange deer like Pokémon suddenly appearing and disappearing.

Walking through a desert like place, the sun beating down, where the trees were now charred and withered with no leaves. Crossing dangerous water with ferocious Gyarados to an island still lush and green.

The hero and Pokémon travelled to the very heart of Unova, a sacred place. This was where all energy of the region gathered and where the legendary dragon Pokémon where fabled to reside.

The young women and Espeon left their raft at the island shores striding purposefully into the forest that had no set path.

It was on that island the hero met the legendary Pokémon of balance for the first and only time. Reshiram the white Pokémon of truth.

A dragon of flowing white with blue lightning eyes and a body that resinated heat.

Zekrom the black Pokémon of ideals.

On the opposite side a dragon of jolting black with fiery red eyes and body that electrified the air around it.

The hero pleaded that the dragon Pokémon stop the war and save their home. However the balance was lost, Reshiram and Zekrom were not of like-minds. The choice was left to the hero, both could stop the war but each had a very different way. To choose a world of truths or a world of ideals.

The young women's brow furrowed in thought. A world of only truths would mean loss of ideals. There would be nothing to designate right from wrong, no beliefs that define us or our actions. A world of only ideals would mean loss of truth. The belief that something is true would make it so and everything would be lies.

There can be no world of one without the other, seeing into the hearts of the legendary Pokémon told the hero this was true.

The dragons stared down the girl who was feeling something a kin to what a baby Durant would feel when confronted with a large Heatmor. "I choose a world of truths and ideals. A world where every being has their own ideals, where truths can be sought and found.

I choose this world. It is my home and I'm will do everything in my power to save it." The determination was clear like crystal in her eyes and voice.

A promise was made. Reshiram appeared to the army from Black City and Zekrom appeared to the army from White Forest. The hero was seen with both Pokémon and spoke to the people persuading them to return to their domains.

The women stood at the foot of the dragon Reshiram as it reared its head and roared sending streaks of flame into the sky. The young women and Espeon looked into the eyes of the army clad in silver and blue. The eyes of each soldier and Pokémon alike wide with fear and awe.

Almost like a mirror stood just behind the dragon casting an altered reflection. On the other side -so far away in reality but close to the eyes- stood the hero and Espeon at the side of Zekrom in front of an army covered in red.

In light of the fact the legendary Pokémon had shown themselves in prevention of the war each side laid down their arms. Peace once again emerged like spring after a long winter. The safety of the hero's home was secure. However the hero could not return to life as it was before.

For it was now the hero and companion's duty to ensure the balance of truth and ideals, Pokémon and humans living in harmony. A necklace with a white and black rock, small portions of the legendary Pokémon's power, representing truth and ideals.

The silver chain, the rocks as precious as jewels attached to, a symbol of the hero and the pledge made that bound them together. A pledge that is carried on by the hero's decedents.

The legendary Pokémon bowed their heads, their forms wavering, almost ghostly. A solid rock of white for Reshiram and black for Zekrom floated at their heart. All at once a piece of each rock cracked off descending only to be caught on a chain that materialised from the light. It floated down over the women's head coming to rest on her neck.

"Take this so that you and your children will remember your vow." A feminine voice resinated from Reshiram.

The great Pokémon's rumbles suddenly turned to coherent speech. It seem to take the young women by surprise the only response given a numb nod.

"Keep truth in your words." Reshiram noted almost approvingly.

"And your ideals close to heart." Zekrom added in a much deeper voice.

"We give you this now for your courage and to fulfil your purpose, to understand heart and mind."

With that the aura of each dragon was sucked into their respective stones both of which disappeared.

The light stone and dark stone which Reshiram and Zekrom inhabit disappeared only to be found when there is great need. The hero in their stead keeps the balance.

-Back to regular writing-

"A lot of things changed after that. There hasn't been a war between Black City and White Forest since that time. The people of that time built Celestial Tower to commemorate the Pokémon who lost their lives in the war." Hikari told sounding rather informed.

I blinked strangely startled by her voice which was silly; she'd been talking this whole time, hadn't she? I shook my head a little to clear my thoughts.

"So what you're saying is the hero made a deal with the legendary Pokémon, that if they stopped the war and saved her village in return she would stop all future fighting." I summarised.

Hikari huffed slightly "I suppose that's the gist of it but she also helped bridge the gap between humans and Pokémon. Pokémon are a lot less like slaves today because of it."

That is… a lot to live up to.

"So what exactly should I do?" I questioned completely stumped.

It was a lot to take in all at once. Some of it seemed less than plausible. Black City has been around for a while but it has changed largely. It now has skyscrapers every which way, no evidence it has been around for hundreds of years.

And White Forest, there is no White Forest, sure it may be in the history books but it's never actually been found.

"Do what you would normally do there is no reason to change anything now. Your still young and inexperienced there will be plenty of time to change the world when you gained more wisdom from it."

Hikari tutted like I was a small child. I gave her a short glare.

She was younger than me! Granted Pokémon mature faster than people, but still!

"Perfect." I mumbled flopping back onto the bed.

I only noticed just then all my Pokémon had been listening in on the 'history lesson' Hikari was giving.

"We are lucky to have a good trainer." Ivy concluded jumping onto the bed and curling up beside me.

I blinked at the comment "Thanks Ivy." I whispered putting a hand on the Servine.

She didn't say anything but her little leaf spike twitched slightly so I know she heard. Ivy was a lot bigger now she had evolved, stronger too.

Where will she sleep when she evolves again I wondered to myself shortly.

"Flo thinks Kage should always stay the same!" Flo exclaimed jumping up and down on the bed while clapping.

That's kind of impossible.

I grabbed the bouncing blue monkey covering her mouth with a hand.

"Flo people are sleeping." I whisper shouted half scolding and half laughing.

I then cupped the same hand over my mouth as I yawned. Hikari observed my yawning looking like she had more to say about this subject but then shook her head. After all it can wait until morning.

"We should probably be sleeping." Hikari decided immediately.

I nodded in agreement "Tomorrow we'll be traveling to the next town so get some rest everyone." I informed my team.

I got nods from the more tired of the group and an "OKAY!" from Flo.

I switched off the light before wriggling under the covers of the bed. All my Pokémon piled on after me. Luckily they were all small otherwise we wouldn't all fit on the bed.

One day that will change though, things always change...

YAY!

So there you go the back story for the necklace

I drew on a lot of sources to come up with that

Firstly i looked at the legends about the dragon pokemon of unova and for the history parts

If any of you still watch pokemon movies like me I got some stuff from Lucario and the mystery of mew and Arceous and the life stone (i think that's what it's called) both envolve quite a bit of pokemon history so they were good sources

but most of it i just made up from the top of my head and i think it turned out much better than it was before

so I hope you enjoyed it despite how interesting my writing was

anyway

If you have any questions, suggestions or would like to add something or inform me of some more poke-history feel free to pm me or send in a review because I'm always happy to chat with other pokemon lovers.

Thanks For Reading!

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