Neb: I do not own Pokemon

Dialga is the pokemon god of Time. He selects a single hero once every thousand years to travel forward. In order to protect the pokemon from the corrupt forces that wish destruction upon them. The currently selected hero is Zalgerose, brave swordsmen from the ancient times who teamed up with a Steelux in order to stop the first rift. Little did he know, that the rifts were all fixed in time, and only trying to stop them would create different consequences. Such as the rise of the Ultrabeasts. After fighting an Ultrabeast with the blessing of Dialga and the might of his Steelix, Zalgerose found himself buried underground. His pokemon was dead and he had lost. The only reason he had survived was because his pokemon had shielded him from being crushed. One last act of kindness to it's pokemon master. Crying from defeat and the loss of his friend, he called out to Dialga for one last request.

"Dialga, I pray to you. Not for my life, but for the lives I could save. I cannot prevent the rifts from causing destruction in time, but I can minimize the damage. Allow me to move forward in time to when the anomalies are most dangerous, and I will protect those near it. That is all I can do. Inevitable... is inevitable."

Dialga granted the warrior his wish. Sent him forward in time, not too long after he buried the remains of his friend steelix, that he had not used to forge a new sword. The swords length was great, and it carries for Apricorns within it. He will use it to capture four pokemon he builds a connection with and they will be at the end of the rift, facing the Ultrabeasts once more...

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"Or at least that's what the story tells me," A man in a lab coat spoke up. He and another man wearing a ranger uniform sat in a lab in Kanto Region.

"Do you know where the rift might be?" the Ranger asked. "Please Prof. Oak, I must know so I can do something."

"I suspect if you go to Sinnoh and find the ruins of Dialga, I might be able to help," the Poke Prof. decided.

"Thank you, professor," the ranger thanked. "I won't let you down. I'll call you when I get there!"

"Woah slow down," Prof. Oak yelled. "Young kids these days always in a hurry." He sighed and then smiled before grabbing his phone. I heard Ash was headed in that direction, perhaps he can lend a hand."