My second story! :D Note: If you haven't read my updated profile, "Adventures throughout Sinnoh" will be put on hold until I regain interest there. My interest is currently directed and shifted to this story. Sorry if I've been gone for a long time. You can expect this chapter to be updated around every week or so since I will be writing a lot for these.

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The Legend of 'Ash' - Chapter 1

A trainer was atop a high snowy cliff, resting and sitting down at the peak, exhausted from all the harsh training he went through. He wore a red vest with a line of white in the middle, which reached up and spread to his white collars, and baggy blue jeans with red and black sneakers and a white sole. He wore a black half-sleeved undershirt and plain black wristbands. In his hands, he was holding a red hat with a white brim and a white semi-circle with a circular opening in the middle, showing the continued red within. In other words, it was kind of like a half Pokeball design. Noticeably, all his clothes were ragged and dirtied. But he couldn't do anything about that, he was on top of the highest place in the Pokemon world. What else would you expect from there? Nice and tidy? Not a chance at all. The harsh winds blew his jet black hair, swaying it behind his face. His auburn eyes were cold and heartless, just like the harsh snow falling from above.

Sitting beside him was a yellow mouse with a lightning tail and red cheek spots. The species are known as Pikachu's; electric type mouse's who love to cause trouble. They are known to be strong with electricity overflowing their bodies and move at their unbelievable speed, but they don't do too well at the defensive point and when they get hit. But, this particular one was raised with care, kindness and love while enduring harsh training there. It is very well mannered and is considered by many to be the strongest Pikachu to be ever found.

Behind them was the trainer's army of Pokemon, taking a break from the rigorous training they complete. There were quite a bunch of them, more than 30 or so. All of them were different in variety and had special powers of their own. They were all raised with kindness and love but got toughened up by the training and survival in the mountains, just like the mouse and the boy.

The trainer sighed and took a deep breath as he looked below the mountains and far above in the horizon. The weather was horrible there. Snowstorms every day, avalanches happening quite often and endless amount of cold falling snow. No human being could survive there, but this person and all his Pokemon were a definate exception.

He turned his face and looked back at all his exhausted Pokemon. They all looked at him and gave him a smile which meant they were alright from the intense training and they wanted to continue soon again. Their trainer was extremely caring and kind to his Pokemon and he always would looks after them, because they are all he has right now. He turned back and looked at the blue sky and more mountains in the horizon from the one they inhabited. There were only a few clouds in the pastel of sky blue above their heads. As told before, the place he was sitting on was the highest point in the Pokemon world. He moved his hand upwards and put the hat back on top of his messy hair and pulled the brim of his hat downwards, so that his eyes could not be seen in case some challenger comes along. He always liked to hide them, he didn't want the others to look into them, they would only back away in fear. His eyes were not the same as they were before, warm, welcoming and kind. They were now cold, dull and almost impassive. But he couldn't do anything about it. His old eyes just reflected on his past. It's not like he wanted to change them by putting on some contact lenses or stuff like that, in fact a shade of brown is still even visible, but from afar it looked like grey and dull eyes that resemble the harsh snowstorms the trainer went through. It all happened naturally and he couldn't do anything to stop it. One who would look into him would feel his eyes piercing their soul, causing them fear. Fear, that's what he had to overcome within the mountains, training all day and night. Not only fear, but something way more important. In the past, all his friends said there was a mysterious spark within his brown auburn eyes. But he never understood what it actually was. What was so special about them? They're just eyes that you see the world clearly with.

The trainer this time turned his attention to the electric mouse beside him. It was his best friend ever since he got it from the beginning of his journey. The rodent just looked at him with a smile, like all his other Pokemon, since he knew what his trainer endured in his past, they all felt sorry for him and they all stuck together with him while training themselves and helping him train.

"How long has it been, Pikachu?" The trainer asked his loyal mouse. The big smile he once had was now replaced by a straight face, showing no emotion. Everyone in the world who knew or heard of him, feared him and his skill and power. But they didn't only fear him because of that; as mentioned before, they never looked into his eyes. Only he wondered how come his Pokemon didn't budge when they look at him; probably because they have the same eyes as him…

"Pika chu pika-pika pikaka kachu pi." The mouse replied in its native tongue, Pikachu language (I think).

"4 years?" The trainer asked in disbelief. He couldn't believe time had flown so quickly from his grasp. "Are you sure?" Nevertheless, he wanted to ask again, to make sure his trusty mouse was right and telling the truth.

"Pika. Pi kachu kaka pika chupi pi Pikachu." The mouse replied to his disbelieved and confused trainer.

"Feels like more than 4 years. Like almost 12 years…" The trainer said. He was confused between reality and fantasy. But he just soaked it in within his mind. He knew that the electric mouse was definitely telling the truth. He could always rely on and trust the furry rodent, like he had since the beginning. Although they had a rough start, they became the best of friends afterwards and forever.

The two of them were bored, like they were for the past 4 years. Their harsh training was done and they decided to take a break before continuing it again. Training, surviving and battling was their life. When they had nothing to do, they would sit at the peak and look over the horizon while looking back at about their past and why they came here in the first place. They always talked about it and helped each other with their inquiries and thoughts, but the memories just flooded in right into their minds. It was always painful and there was nothing to stop it, except going back to training. True, their bodies were already full of pain from the weather and trying to survive in there. But these memories were not attacking their bodies, but their minds. They would sometimes meditate within the cold weather to try and strengthen, calm and clear their minds. But of course they knew they had to do it for a particular reason. They knew going up and training here wouldn't be fun and exhilarating. It would mean to toughen them up and conduct seriously. True it was more of his choice about his decision, but he knew what he had to do and pick which one to make the right decision. So entirely, it was of his own will. His Pokemon followed him in an order to help him accomplish what he wanted while helping him and themselves.

Sometimes he would get challenged by strong trainers who would climb up the treacherous mountain to test their strengths but he would sweep everyone of them. He never got a challenge, and the ones he already beat were considered top trainers. To entertain himself, he would train to stay in tip-top condition with his Pokemon. But he was always bored, bored like for the past 4 years he was. Sometimes he even looks back and tries to see if he should've regretted the decision he made. But these words would always come to his mind after his confirming his long thoughts and breaking out of his absent-minded state, even if he stuck with the decision or regretted it, 'It's too late to go back now. I need to continue where I started and accomplish myself and my goal. I can't let my Pokemon down'.

But that dilemma he was in, it would all change today…

"You went down again?" The trainer asked in a dull voice. His voice before his decision was filled with enthusiasm and determination, now it was filled with impassiveness and boredom.

"Pika." The mouse replied in the same manner as his trainer. Like his trainer, he had a wonderful life before but he agreed, along with the rest of the Pokemon, with his trainer that 'Some things just needed to change. And for the better indeed'.

"Anyways, enough about that… We need some excitement in our lives beside finding new places to train and travelling the world alone. Are you sure you want to enter with me? I mean, it's going to be pretty rough." The trainer asked his partner in hope for a positive reply as he forced a smile on his face and enthusiasm covered his body.

"Pika!" The mouse exclaimed and smiled, trying his best to show his enthusiasm for his friend.

The trainer patted the mouse on the head and turned back to look at the rest of his fatigue army of Pokemon. "How about you guys? Would you like to enter with me and Pikachu also?" He asked, the smile still plastered on his face. But in a way, it just wasn't the same like before.

The Pokemon all nodded and gave a positive reply in their own Pokemon cries and language as some of them jumped for joy, gave a thumbs up or just gave a positive smirk. Wow, what different personalities and attitudes of all the Pokemon the young trainer owned.

The trainer got up from the ground and picked his Pikachu up and put it on his shoulder, his usual spot. "Then it looks like we have to go back to Pallet Town and register there. Since it's an official tournament, I can also bring and use six of you for a single match. But may I remind you that I have the PokeTransfer to use. And don't worry, I'll switch so everyone gets a fair chance in a battle."

The Pokemon all cheered in delight at their trainer's announcement. If there was one thing they all had in common, it was battling for their trainer. Slowly, the Pokemon began to line up in lines and columns until they formed a square, like it was some kind of training camp and wait for what their trainer had to do next.

"Now listen guys, I'm really proud of you, every single one of you. I never even thought we could achieve this high in a point, but that makes me happy as the trainer and proud because I have you guys as my Pokemon. And to know, I'm sure we're going to be ready for what we have face, and I'm not just talking about trainers and their Pokemon. You guys should know what I mean." The trainer made a speech as he looked to the electric mouse on his shoulder, who just nodded and gave him a thumbs up. "And of course, we trained and survived together by helping and supporting each other at our times of needs. We were faithful and trusting towards each other, and that ended up as part of our training while furthering our bond." The young boy soon added to his speech.

All the Pokemon there had already erupted in cheers at their trainer's encouraging speech, even some of the stubborn ones and the Pikachu on the boy's shoulder. A few of them released a special attack up in the sky, as a will of determination, strength and also a little show-boating, including a certain orange winged dragon with a flame on the tip of its tail, showing off his trademark Flamethrower by flashing it up in the sky and brightening the sky, making it a beautiful display of strength and skill as well as making the area around them a bit warmer (not to mention that the fire on the tip of its tail is always lighted up). Others just had big grins and smirks plastered on their faces. Some of the wiser and mature ones just clapped their hands at the touching and heartfelt speech. Two of them even went completely a bit emotional by letting tears of joy flow down from their eyes, including a certain orange turtle with a black shell and a purple scorpion with bat-like wings. Who knew their trainer could give off a speech and talk like that? They, not even the yellow mouse, expected that from him. But he did change a lot within the years. He definitely matured a lot, something he couldn't do when he became at least 13.

"Now guys, don't get too cocky. We may have trained in here and other places for years, but there could well be someone who already did that also and trained even harder than us." The boy said, trying to calm his Pokemon down from the ruckus of their skill, power and ego.

A few of them bowed their head down in shame while the others just looked at their trainer with eyes of strength, determination, courage and will. All of them went silent immediately. The eyes the stronger and older Pokemon had could be classified as piercing and scary, but the trainer didn't mind it at all since he could also be put in that section at times.

"But don't worry, if we win, I'm allowing you guys to party all night!" The trainer spoke up the 'good news' to his Pokemon.

The silence was easily turned and converted back into cheers in a matter of seconds. Their spirits were lifted up and enlightened just like that. A few of them fist pumped into the air while some were dancing around joyfully. Partying all night is what they loved doing after winning a hard earned battle. The electric mouse couldn't help but flash a smile at the behavior from the rest of the Pokemon. He hadn't seen them so cheery and energetic in years. But he was most surprised by his trainer's actions and attitude. It took a sudden 180˚ degree turn from the cold and lonely boy to the energetic and determined but cool and calm trainer he is acting like now.

The trainer couldn't help but sneak up a grin on his face. He too didn't see his Pokemon this happy in a long time. What, maybe 4 years? He knew that the previous statement would definitely, and without a doubt, encourage his Pokemon to win and battle hard. Inside the joy and excitement he contained made him look completely like a different boy, someone he knew very well of. He hasn't acted like this in years also. After all, Pokemon feel and act like their trainer in a similar manner and even some traits are passed on from the trainer to the Pokemon.

"Alright, now calm down." The trainer hushed quietly as he requested silence from his large army of Pokemon.

The Pokemon immediately made silence and went back to the line they originally formed, which apparently broke during their parade of joy and encouragement, as they're eyes were back and fixated on their trainer. Pikachu was still on the shoulder of the young boy, waiting for what he had yet to add to his speech of encouragement and instructions on what they are going to do there when they arrive.

"Now the Pokemon I see before me, I want them to be different from when we compete. You guys have to be stern, strict and severe. And no friends unless I make a friend with someone, then I guess you can play along with their Pokemon. But don't worry; we'll have our fun times, just not in publicity but in the comfort of our privacy. We don't want to give our identity now, do we?" The trainer added in a bit of a strict and commanding tone at the order he passed to his faithful Pokemon.

The Pokemon just shook their heads in unison and waited for their next instruction from their trainer. Some of them in particular, especially the younger ones, were a bit sad that they can't act like how they did 4 years ago in front of the public or make any friends unless they're trainer makes friends. But the more mature, older and evolved one agreed at their trainer's decision without hesitation or sadness displayed, including Pikachu; who was just a basic form, but a very powerful Pokemon, showing it had matured to be like the older and evolved ones, even though he didn't evolve at all. They knew they had to protect their identities from everyone. And maybe if their trainer would get a bit excited or happy at times from winning or thrashing someone big, he would make friends, and then would they be permitted too as well. But they were completely cool with not having to, as said by the words from their trainer, 'attract unnecessary attention'.

"As for battling, I say that we should play around with our opponents and make them look like of fool of themselves, but they record the results of the battles after the top 64 and air it on Television then. I just suggest we should play around but it's really up to you guys, just don't unleash your full powers, we'll be sued pretty badly for that by our opponents. I'll tell when you need to do that, but for now, just try your hardest to take it easy." The trainer stated as he noticed his Pokemon giving out a short laugh in response to his comments about 'being sued'. He couldn't help but chuckle a bit at what he said. Sue him? As if! No one would even dare…

After the short amount of laughter from the group, the Pokemon nodded again in unison except some menacing smirks returned on a few of their faces.

"And lastly, before I return you guys into your respective Pokeball's, I want you guys to remember this is the first major tournament we entered in 4 years before we disappeared." The trainer said as he bowed his head down.

A few Pokemon just bowed their heads down, including the yellow mouse and many other Pokemon, be it small or basic forms to big and fully evolved forms , as past memories flooded back into them. Most of the Pokemon were there with him at that time while a few others were busy; but still, the ones that couldn't help their trainer with the hardships of life in the beginning of their situation but joined him later on loyally, still had to show sympathy and respect for their trainer's choice and their Pokemon friend's agreement.

"But our past isn't the point right now, especially to dwell about; we have a competition to look forward to. The decision we made was the right one, just look at us now. We improved and made our quality of fighting better and stronger while furthering the bond between us, me as the trainer and you guys as the Pokemon. Now, let's show everyone why we disappeared, why we're coming back for a while and the power of our friendship!" The trainer encouraged his Pokemon as he made a fist pump into the air, signifying his determination and will to his partners.

It didn't take long for the Pokemon to follow their trainer and pump their fists into the air and show the qualities they hold. Sparks even flew from the red spots on the cheek of the electric mouse as he looked full of energy, something he rarely does since he acts so dull and cold like his trainer.

"Now that it's over, I'll go and recall you inside your Pokeball's. I'll sort you guys for the PokeTransfer later on after we reach Pallet." The trainer stated his intentions and his Pokemon just nodded in reply.

He soon walked and moved over to a nearby winter tree, the snow falling down hard on the tree and the strong breeze made it sway in the wind. He then knelt down on one foot and grabbed a heavy yellow backpack and then back up to his feet. It was hard to move in the snow blanket with his feet dragging him, but he got used to it over the years. He dragged the backpack in the snow along with his feet as he went over towards his Pokemon. He knelt down on one foot again and brought out a bunch of red and white spheres, which are known as Pokeball's, and started recalling his army of Pokemon within them as a red energy beam came from the Pokeball, hit the Pokemon and sucked it back in the sphere of red and white.

Pikachu cooed and rubbed his cheeks against his trainer's cheek, earning himself a pat on his head and a scratch behind his ear.

Slowly by slowly, all the Pokemon got withdrew into their respective Pokeball's until there was only the same show-boating orange dragon with wings and a tail that was always lit on by a flame, standing before the trainer. Its eyes were considered menacing, flames lit in them if it got excited or just dull grey when it was bored. It was quite larger than the average species of the Pokemon. The trainer decided that he would need of the dragon's assistance to fly so he let him stay outside. Beside the big yellow backpack was a brown cloth like item which was tossed carelessly on the ground. The boy turned his direction back to the tree, bent down and picked it up and started to wear it from his back to his front. When he had completely put it on, it seemed like a dark brown trench coat which went down to his knees. Like all his other clothes, the coat was ragged as well with a few tears and scratches but noticeably, put in much more care than all the other clothes he wore.

He put all his Pokeball's back into his backpack, carried it onto his back and turned to head towards the mighty orange dragon with his little mouse still on his shoulder. The backpack was quite heavy, but he didn't mind since he went through a lot worse.

The only Pokeball that was different from the others was one with a lightning bolt mark above the center. And incidentally, the yellow mouse hated being in a Pokeball and he would always like to roam around with his trainer, standing on top of his shoulder. The unique lightning marked Pokeball belonged to the trainer's trusty companion, Pikachu.

The dragon lowered his long orange neck so that the trainer could climb on his back as he flapped and prepared his wings for soon-to-be, a takeoff.

The trainer carefully climbed over on the dragon's back and placed himself behind the neck and held onto his trusted dragon tightly. Pikachu held on to his trainer tightly, since he knew of the dragon's unimaginable speed, and if he didn't, he could get blown away in the strong winds. The trainer, already knowing of the speed of his dragon, grabbed on to his red hat with his other hand due to not wanting it to be blown away in the wind.

"Alright Charizard, take us back to Pallet Town." The trainer commanded as his dragon took speed and flapped his wings again and started racing with his feet and before they knew it, they were up in the air and holding tight onto the dragon's body.

The dragon nodded as it kept on flying at mach speed that it broke the sound barrier already. The dragon left a few dazed and confused Swellow's and Staraptor's at its wake, amazed by the speed of the flying menace.

After getting settled down, the trainer and mouse loosed their grip and looked onto the sky above the horizon. They flew so high up that people couldn't notice there was a trainer with a Charizard above the skies, flying.

"Pika, pikachu pika chu. Pi pika kachu chupi pi?" The mouse asked as he climbed himself down from his trainer's shoulder and on top of Charizard's back.

"Don't worry. It's not like there were many challengers to begin with. And with that, eventually they would find out who I am, and not just Red. So we need a nickname for the competition." The trainer said as he put his mind onto thinking of a good nickname that wouldn't give his real identity away.

However, his mouse was confused. What did he mean by that? "Pikachu pikaka kachu pi? Pikachu pika-pika kaka pika chupi chu?" The mouse asked in confusion.

The trainer looked at his mouse with an odd look before answering its question. "I know Red is the name I live by now. But I need another nickname so they won't find out it's the legendary trainer." Red, or so his nickname, paused for a while and tried to think on how to continue his sentence. "But they probably will find out by the way I battle." Red added with a confident smirk.

The mouse followed his actions and gave a smirk on his own. Even the flying Charizard could be seen with a faint smirking.

"They can find out Red whenever they want, but they cannot find out anything deeper than the legendary trainer. They cannot find out who's behind Red… until it's time… time for what we've really trained for." Red said as he looked down at his little yellow mouse.

Pikachu just nodded its head in reply before heading off cautiously towards Charizard's neck, sitting on it and conversing with the dragon. They exchanged a few stories and jokes and laughed for a while, amusement flowing through within them in a long time.

Red just watched the duo laughing and smiling, and put up a grin. Normally the lives of his Pokemon were as dull and boring as the life of his own. But knowing of the news they got a few days ago, their spirits were lifted up into the air quite high. 'They cannot find out who I really am until then...' Red thought up as he turned his gaze from the laughing duo to underneath them.

They were flying and crossing over to Kanto. The mountain that he was residing in was what separated Kanto and Johto, it was the borderline for the two regions. Red estimated that at the speed his Charizard was travelling at, they would soon reach Pallet Town in roughly about 5 more minutes.

He had really grown more intelligent over the years he trained on the mountain while enduring and surviving the bad weather and wild Pokemon there. Often, he would climb down from mountain and visit the world with his Pokemon for some while as a reward for their hard work in training and to save them and himself from boredom. He would also go to other harsh places like the one he resided on as a change of their pace in training. They would stay there for a couple of days before going back to where they lived. Of course, no one could know his identity as the trainer that resided at a certain mountain's peak. But he always needed to keep his team and himself in top shape. Many trainers would scale the peak and fight him to test their strengths but no one even came close to defeating him. His Pokemon were living a life they wouldn't expect and normally like to live, but they promised to stay by their trainer's side, no matter what happens and even after what happened four years ago…

"First we need to pay mom a visit before we go to Professor Oak's. I wanna see how the old geezer is doing." Red announced to Pikachu and Charizard, who both just nodded simultaneously in reply.

'I wonder if I'll find a challenge there. Surely there is the Elite Four and the Champion, but they aren't too hard to beat.' Red thought to himself again as he could slowly see Pewter City over the horizon becoming more and more clear to the trainer and his Charizard and Pikachu.

Only one word came into Red as many memories flashed into his mind all at once. 'Brock…' He shook his head from that name and focused on the flying Pokemon. Charizard wasn't even breaking a sweat or tired at all, in fact, it looked like he was enjoying it, feeling the air resistance and the wind coming against them at their flying mach speed. Pikachu was as usual enjoying it also as he stretched out his body and arms and felt the air resistance coming from the wind and to his body. Red's jet black hair was also flowing and swaying in the wind behind his face.

Charizard slowed down the speed a bit since they were now flying over the Kanto region and towards Petwer City. Red and Pikachu had to get used to Charizard's incredible speed at first by doing a few test flights before they could fly safely and surely on top of him.

Of course, Red was invited to a tournament by an old friend. The trainer was bewildered at how the person managed to find him and know of his current status, since he was completely isolated from society. Sure everyone knew of Red, but that person knew he wasn't just Red. He then took it over with his Pokemon a few times if they wanted to join with him or not and they all cheered and nodded in reply as explained in the previous scene.

He would hope that he could find a challenge in the tournament, someone who can actually get past his fourth Pokemon. If only there was someone who was gifted as he was in Pokemon battles, some magical trainer who would give him a tough time…

Flashing memories came into his mind as he though back to the days when he was a carefree trainer who entered Leagues and Competitions and wanted nothing more than to become the best trainer their ever was. And now, since he was proclaimed as a 'Legend' by many, he assumed himself that he was one of the best out there. But his jolly and happy-go-lucky attitude had disappeared and faded away from him over the years of his harsh training. He looks down on his former self as weak and idiotic, not focusing on the main subject and always getting too cocky and arrogant so quickly. The memories of what happened that day still haunts him like a ghost, but he knew that the friends he had from before must have been in a worse condition, especially a certain girl he used to like…

Now the girl, the last time he saw her, he considered her a witch. But he sensed that all his friends were in great sorrow after he left, even that special girl. Special? So does our legendary trainer have feelings for this girl? Well, had… He doesn't know if he still does, but they all come in to his mind often, especially the girl. All he could say now was she was definitely different from the others. But the guilt came to him a few days after he left. He realized that the reason she was acting like she was at that time was because she was heartbroken that he would just leave them. As much as he wanted to go back to them immediately and apologize his heart out, he knew he couldn't. He needed to continue on and accomplish what they disappeared for. And, he knew she had her heart set on another boy and not him... But Red wasn't one to hold grudges; he just ignored them and let them be. The fact that she didn't like him bothered him and made him a bit jealous for some while but after years of training and controlling his emotions and feelings, he took it in and got over it. He didn't just train his Pokemon and himself. He knew the boy she loved was the right person for her and definitely not him, he was out-matched and he thinks he doesn't deserve someone like her. He didn't want his emotions to take control over him and interrupt and interfere in their relationship. Therefore, he left for her sake too. He knew it was best for her.

He just shook his head and broke away from his thoughts. 'No, now's not the time to be thinking about my past. I need to get ready for the competition.' Red thought as he saw Pikachu sit silently on top of Charizard while the latter just flew in the direction he was told, both their eyes fixated upon the sun over the horizon as they could see Viridian City get close. He hadn't noticed that they had already past Pewter City and were now travelling over Viridian Forest. He had past Brock… He didn't even get to have a good look over the Gym in Pewter. He couldn't look back to see it because they were too far away from the Gym.

"Brings back memories, doesn't it Pikachu?" The legendary trainer sighed with a small frown visible.

"Pika." The mouse turned to his trainer and nodded as a sad smile crept across his face. This was the first town they travelled to after beginning their Pokemon journey together. The first ever town they ventured through and had so much trouble getting to Pewter from here.

"But we can't think about our past now, we need to prepare for our entry in the competition." Red said as he straightened up and commanded his Pokemon to do so too.

"Pika!" Pikachu said in delight, relieved that the topic was changed. Although, it didn't completely leave his mind. He was just distracted by his trainer's determination and command.

"Remember guys, as I told you before, do not use your full strength and try to play around while battling the other trainer's Pokemon. We want them to think we're clowns and then later, we'll surprise them. But, if you get pushed into a corner, which I doubt will happen, you know what to do." Red announced as he smirked once more.

The two Pokemon nodded in reply at their trainer's announcement. They knew exactly what he wanted to do and they couldn't help but feel pity for whoever they were going to face there. Smirks reappeared on all three of their faces, but one thing came into mind for the three of them, 'I can't wait to get to this competition and sweep the floor'.

"But let's not get carried away and underestimate our opponents, there might be some stronger than me and of course there are the Elite Four and the Champion of a region." Red declared and tried to prevent his Pikachu and Charizard from getting too cocky and overconfident like before. "So, did you guys pick out a nickname I can use? A really foolish one?" Red asked his two Pokemon companions.

Charizard and Pikachu shook their heads at the question, too busy with laughing at each other's jokes and spending the time by flying it around them that they couldn't think of a name to use in the tournament for their trainer.

The legendary trainer just sighed, he need to think of something fast by the time they get to Professor Oak's for registration while trying to avoid drifting back to his past and prevent the memories from flooding his mind. Well, it was too late.

Fortunately, they could see Pallet Town straight ahead. The calm and small town surrounded by lush green grasses and wild flowers swaying because of the wind. The people were roaming the clean streets quietly and some were going into shops there. The fresh and clean breeze inhabiting the peaceful town, keeping the town's people healthy and fresh. No sign of pollution anywhere. There wasn't much in Pallet, but it was enough to enjoy and live.

The calm and serene breeze swept through the trainer's hair and as it flowed behind him. It was definitely different from the harsh and strong winds that blew on top of the mountain. It's been a long time since he came back here and he couldn't wait to see his caring and loving mother again.

Pikachu turned his head back to Red, went back towards the trainer, jumped onto his lap and held tight onto him tightly as they were soon going to be roaming Pallet Town. Red responded by clutching him tightly with one of his arms and the other one around Charizard's back, holding him tightly so he or Pikachu wouldn't get flown off from Charizard. The arm he was clutching Pikachu tightly with was also occupied by the red hat gripped on tightly to his arm. Red just hoped he wouldn't ruin it somehow by the pressure applied from his hand and fingers to his precious hat.

But Pikachu was suffocating and desperate for air. How tight did Red even hold him? In the blink of an eye, while Charizard was still on the route to landing himself, he jumped off from Red and scurried across his shoulder to dive into his huge backpack after opening the chain and closing it again with the only things being in it were the Pokeballs of his friends and himself. Red didn't seem to mind much since he knew Pikachu wouldn't fall off from there and he thought about how tightly exactly he did hold the yellow mouse. But unbeknownst of him, Charizard and Pikachu himself, the mouse just put his tiny little yellow foot down on top of a Pokeball's center button and caused something really bad to happen that may have resulted in an M rating for this chapter due to character death.

"Tor!" A loud sound was heard from the trainer's backpack. Red and Charizard just looked in confusion but Pikachu was hesitating for what he just had done. He immediately retracted his tiny foot and leapt out of Red's bag after opening the chain and held onto the trainer tightly while burying his little body and face into the chest of the trainer , again. He didn't care how tightly Red would hold him this time; they were in for the surprise of their lives, and Pikachu wanted to be prepared dearly.

Red just ignored the repeated actions of his trusty yellow mouse (although with a bit more drama this time around). His mind was on what caused the voice and what exactly the rodent did, but soon he could feel the weight on his backpack suddenly multiply times 10 as he was struggling and trying to not fall over from Charizard's back. The orange dragon soon halted the speed they were flying at and felt the pressure of weight forcing him downwards to the ground. It was getting really heavy as Charizard was now struggling to fly, even maintain its altitude at the current state.

"Pikachu! What did you do?" Red shouted in anger and demand while holding tightly onto Charizard's back and tried so hard not to fall over. No, he didn't want to die today. He understood everyone had to die someday but just not today in his time. He had to do and complete many things before he would rest in peace, and he didn't want those to come to a stop just because of what his yellow mouse did, who he was very angry at for.

The flame Pokemon was struggling to move tried to land immediately with all its strength by spreading its wings wide for balance before they would tumble down into the meadow of Pallet.

"Pika chupi pi! Pika chu Pikachu chupi Pika pi!" The yellow mouse, whose face was directly pushed against his trainer's red vest, cried out in desperation frantically in a muffled voice.

"You just released Torterra from his Pokeball accidentally, didn't you?" The trainer inquired and sighed as he let one of his hands free to grab onto the mouse tightly for crash landing. But the one he let free was the one that had the hat in his palm! "Errgh… The hat!" Red cried out as he looked at the red hat falling swaying back and forth gently on the sky and on the clouds as it slowly fell to the ground full of grass and flowers with a soft thud after a few seconds.

Red's backpack began to glow white. Even though it was a red colored one, the shining bright light flashed on and off as the growing figure slowly crawled out of the backpack and onto the back of a struggling Charizard until it stopped shimmering in a white light as the form of the figure got bigger and bigger. Now, in place of a white and shiny light was soon revealed to be a giant green and massive earth turtle with a huge tree growing from its back.

At that moment, Charizard couldn't take it anymore. The full pressure from the turtle on his back got him good. His head started spinning and his back started aching as he felt the tremendous weight of the turtle. He started getting dizzy as he tumbled within the air and went down crashing towards the ground, head first downwards.

The trainer and mouse had a look of horror on their faces as the former held onto the dragon very tightly for the preparation of the crash landing that Charizard even uttered a cry of pain slightly.

The turtle was just confused. Why would his trainer call him out in the sky and why was he even supposed to be here? But before any of the questions could be answered, he felt the surface from the back of the dragon turn into nothing. The turtle gulped and looked down to see that he was crashing down along and beside Charizard into the ground, head first also!

Red had to act quickly. He knew that if he didn't command anything now, the four may as well be perish or if lucky, survive but with major injuries. He promised himself he couldn't die and he had to keep up on his promise. The yellow mouse was still in the position from before, into the comfort of his trainer's arm as they tightly held each other.

"Charizard, use Flamethrower to ease the landing and try to land with your feet or your backside! Pikachu, hold on to me for your life! Torterra, use your vines- Wait, you don't have vines! Damn it! Try and land on your four feet with the aid of Frenzy Plant!" The trainer quickly commanded his dear friends in a last ditch effort to save them and himself from entering the doors of the afterlife.

Pikachu was still in the same position as it clutched his trainer very tightly with his paws and closed his eyes. Red did the same by closing his eyes and clutching one of his arms around Pikachu while the other held Charizard tightly.

Charizard shrugged and shook his head in realization as he regained control, but not enough because they were still heading for the ground. How high up were they even? Charizard closed his eyes gently and a few seconds later, opened them calmly and burst out a concentrated light of massive flames that scorched the ground and made the air and surroundings warmer.

Torterra's body was suddenly outlined in a light green color after hearing his trainer's order as it closed his eyes to focus. The attack he was about to unleash was very powerful and needed an uncontrollably high amount of focus and concentration. When he opened them, giant roots with spikes from below five hundred feet burst out and grew quickly from the ground, causing them to falter and break as it scaled the heights until it made some sort of pillar to which a frame of the other roots are supported in.

Torterra was able to manage and bounce on top of the frame covered with roots safely. Sure he did get hurt by the spikes, but that was definitely better than opening the gate to the next life as the massive continent Pokemon just sighed in relief and shrieked in pain. It turned his gaze to the incoming dragon that was trying his best to land on his feet and the two passengers on his back.

"Rawwwrrr!" The dragon shouted as he somehow managed to take control and turn his body so he could perfect a landing while still having a good two hundred feet left before surface level. Red's command on Charizard to shoot out flames was not to soften and ease up the landing, but to make the dragon focus and concentrate to regain control over his body. 'What a genius he is' must be what the dragon was thinking or considering.

Charizard slowed its speed now as it prepared to land properly on the meadow. Some of the flowers and tall grass were melted and burned on the surface. It began to descend towards the ground as its wings were spread once again and legs in position.

Fortunately and luckily, Charizard managed to perform a perfect landing by skillfully lowering its feet down on the ground, spreading it wings wide and burst out a Flamethrower from its mouth for the finishing touch, adding a nice special effect as well as showing off his trademark Flamethrower with the energy it had, which was quite a lot even after almost crash landing by an accidental attempt to carry a 310kg land turtle.

Red and Pikachu sighed in relief as they let go of each other and Charizard and carefully got down from the dragon and onto the tall and lush grass. They had to thank Arceus dearly for letting them live one more day in this world.

"Alright, good job Charizard. You managed to follow my orders perfectly and perform them without hesitation." The trainer thanked it by nudging the body of the orange dragon with his elbow, earning a scorching hot Flamethrower in response. It wasn't considered in an angered way, but rather its way of showing affection towards its trainer.

"Pika pika-chupi pikaka-chu pika pikachu chu pi!" The mouse added with a thumbs up to the dragon.

The dragon gave another Flamethrower; this time to the mouse, who just became scorched and burned up quite quickly. But this time it was one of frustration and anger towards the mouse for letting the turtle slip under and over them.

"Pikachu pika chupi pika pi…" The mouse scratched the back of his head in embarrassment as it apologized in its own language to both his trainer and his friend.

"Yeah yeah… But next time, you're staying with me. Just tell me when I hold you too tight. It isn't that hard to say it." The trainer replied to the mouse, who just sighed in relief.

"Rawwwrr!" The dragon replied by turning his back towards them while crossing his arms and firing off a trademark Flamethrower at the sky.

"Charizard, you should really cut it out with the show-boating in front of us. We've already seen you show off a lot of times. Just do it in front of other people to show them how 'cool' you are. Which reminds me…" Red explained as he turned his gaze behind them to see a green turtle still high up in the roots. "Can you Flamethrower those roots to lower Torterra down enough to jump?" The trainer turned again to face the back of the dragon.

Charizard could be seen slightly nodding as it turned towards the direction of the roots and began walking slowly by making 'thump' noises near the place while Red and Pikachu just got out of the direction as they watched from behind.

"Pika chu pika Pikachu chupi pikaka kachu pi." The mouse decided to break their short silence and kill the time while they watched as he turned his upwards to meet the trainer's face.

"Pikachu I've been telling you this for years. There isn't any ketchup in the bag! Just Pokeball's!" Red proclaimed looking down, annoyed at the mouse's repeated question.

"Pikaa…" The mouse sighed sadly in disappointment of being reminded of the answer. "Pika chupi pi kachu pi kachu pikachu." The mouse said with his head down in shame.

"Nah, I'm not going to look for it now. Children or wild Pokemon could have taken it by now. It was one of my favorite hats but, meh, I needed a change of clothes anyways." The young boy said as he pointed at his dirty and ragged clothes. And, for a split second back in the heat of the situation; he thought his trench coat would fly off also along with his hat. His trench coat was probably the only thing that made him look out of character in appearance from his former self.

Before the two could inquire or answer any more questions, they were interrupted by the sound of cackling fire bursting out. They immediately turned to see the roots that grew under the ground melt and wither away slowly by the work of the dragon as the turtle could be seen with a smile on its face. Some of the flowers and tall grass surrounding the vines started to fade away into cinder.

"Alright! Good work, keep it up Charizard." The trainer said to the dragon-in-work.

"Pika!" The mouse cheered in encouragement.

The roots could be seen melting even more at the blaze of the scorched Flamethrower as Torterra walked towards the end of the frame of the melting vines and made a huge leap in the air. After Charizard's work was done; he immediately flew up quickly with his wings, knowing full well what would happen next.

Red and Pikachu were either oblivious to the fact or was just avoiding the reason as they watched the turtle slowly descend on the ground due to gravitational pull.

When the feet of Torterra hit the ground hard, it began to shake violently, hunks of rock being flown around the meadow. Red and Pikachu tried their best to keep their balance and not tip over at the Earthquake. Charizard was just watching from above the sky, smirking at the event. However, it didn't take too long for the Earthquake attack to calm down and finally concede.

"Ow, you could have warned us you know!" The trainer said as he put his hand on top of his head due to the dizziness.

"Pika…" The mouse followed his trainer's action as swirly black eyes appeared in place of his normal black beady eyes.

Charizard soon landed on the now-broken ground carefully as he laughed at what Red and Pikachu experienced. Torterra didn't take much time to join in with the laughter.

Red just ignored their insults and put the bag that he was carrying with him all this time, down on the ground and reached for some Pokeballs. He soon stood back up with two Pokeballs in both of his hands as he pointed both of them to Charizard and Torterra.

"Alright, now. Torterra, you didn't do anything on purpose. And I have to say good work for handing over your focus to perform Frenzy Plant rather quickly. Take a rest." Red said as he pointed one of the Pokeballs towards Torterra, making the sphere emit a red light of energy that hit the turtle and sucked it back inside. "Charizard, you had a very tough time today and I would like to say good work for putting concentration on your mind and thank you for saving our lives, again. Take a well deserved rest."

The dragon just replied with a scorching hot Flamethrower at them, as a sign of its way of showing affection, before being recalled into its own Pokeball by Red and stored onto the heavy yellow backpack.

The trainer turned his gaze to the yellow mouse beneath him, who was now fiddling with his fingers nervously.

"Alright Pikachu, I'm not going to get mad on you or anything like that; in fact, I never get angry or yell at my Pokemon at all, especially you. But I want you to be more careful next time around. I think this was the 10th time that we almost entered the gates of the afterlife this year around. So I dearly request you to be more careful from now on. Anything could happen…" Red explained to the mouse.

"Pika chu…" The mouse bowed his head down in shame at what he had just done.

"But let's forget that now. We have a competition up soon and we need to get ready. Come on, I think mom still has some ketchup in the fridge." Red tried to convince Pikachu as he flashed a smile at him.

"Pika!" Pikachu happily nodded and climbed on top of Red's shoulder, its usual spot. He rubbed his cheek against his trainer with his own in affection and with that, they turned their eyes towards the urban area of Pallet Town and started walking slowly in that direction.

"I bet mom'll be surprised to see us." Red said to his faithful mouse on his shoulder.

"Pika pika!" The mouse energetically replied by nodding his head.

"1 year and still the same old Pallet." Red stated as he looked from left to right and checked out the town's natural and beautiful scenery before getting into the more crowded part of town.

Pikachu nodded at Red's statement. They hadn't been to Pallet Town in over a year's time. Pallet Town never changed; it was always the peaceful and calm town that it was from the beginning. The town's people were extremely friendly and welcoming to even strangers. It was considered as the perfect place to start your own Pokemon journey. The town was never that famous, the only thing people could brag about here was that the famous Professor Samuel Oak resides here and that a famous and special Pokemon trainer used to live here and this was where the person started their own Pokemon journey.

"Brings back all those memories…" Red sighed with disappointment and sorrow detectable in his voice.

"Pika…" The electric mouse sighed also.

Normally, talking about old memories would be joyful and full of enjoyment. But this was not the case for Red. That would be four years ago, not at the present. Would it still be the same joyful moments recalling about your good times you had years ago, probably not after what Red and Pikachu had to do in order to move on.

"But we should really get going." Red turned backwards and pointed out to the sun behind them.

Pikachu looked at the glaring and bright sun while shielding his eyes with one of his arms over his eyes. It was bright and shining, casting its rays on the field full of flower and grass. There were a still couple of good hours left before the sun sets and moon rises.

"Mom will probably tell us to stay the night, but the tournament starts day after tomorrow so I want to head there today." Red pointed out as he turned back to the direction they were going to.

"Pika." Pikachu nodded its head in agreement.

The two then walked together slowly over to their destination as they passed over the field full of flowers and to the small and humble houses ahead of them. The grasses were neatly trimmed there, unlike the meadow they landed on, and a few flowers and small trees were planted. It was more like considered as a country side as there were mostly fields and free space, but the town had a little sociality mixed with it as there were many houses and quite some shops, restaurants and other convenient places.

Red and Pikachu were quiet during their whole journey as they walked through the town. A few people stole glances and looks at the man, some backed away in fear of realization, some didn't even recognize him and some were even left into the point of confusion. Their minds all went to this question, 'Wasn't there a trainer with a Pikachu on his shoulder, who started their journey here in Pallet?'

Red and Pikachu just ignored them and continued to walk towards them. There were a few girls who had dreamy looks on the young trainer and some were even drooling and daydreaming! He just sighed, young girls these days…

They walked and walked through the modern Pallet until they stopped when they reached a nice silver painted double story house with a red roof. Surrounding the house was a nice garden with trimmed leaves and a ground dug up and filled with soil, to harvest vegetables and fruits. Beside the house was a blue mailbox and white fences, which surrounded the house and the garden.

Red walked over to the blue mailbox and opened it gently, he checked inside. No mail. He sighed deeply and closed it and continued walking over to the passage of the house's door.

"Is it good to be home!" He screamed slightly in excitement. Excitement, that was something he rarely felt for the past few years. The only recent excitement he had was that he was entering a tough competition in hopes of finding a tough trainer while making fools out of other trainers. He couldn't believe how excited he was when he was a young 10 year old trainer, always looking forward to the next Gym Battle and working thoroughly on training his Pokemon. He even had all of that until he was 15! But that all changed soon enough after he came to a sudden point of realization…

He walked over to the nice set of wooden stairs and into the wooden porch. He then proceeded to ring the bell as he waited for someone to answer it. Mom. Maybe Mimey also. Pikachu could also be seen with joy, coming back to visit his trainer's house, or also, his house. Red continued to ring the bell over and over again, even if his mother was thinking, who would be so persistent? It took a few more seconds and bell ringing before approaching footsteps could be heard coming to the door.

"Who is it?" A feminine voice asked from the other side of the door. Fortunately, there wasn't any peephole in the door for the lady to view through.

"Heh, a Ghastly." Red replied jokingly while Pikachu his best not to burst out and fall down on the floor, laughing.

"Ok, whoever you are, I warn you; I have a Pokemon and I'm not afraid to beat you up with it!" The now angry feminine voice from the other side of the door exclaimed.

Red sighed in defeat, the joke was over. Pikachu maintain himself and didn't manage to utter a cry, even though inside, he would laugh his head off. "Geez, relax mom, it's me. Now can you please let me in?" The trainer asked nicely this time.

There was a moment of silence for a few seconds before Red could hear the lock undone very quickly. The door then swung open, barely hitting Red and Pikachu, and revealed…

The next thing Red and Pikachu could remember was being embraced in the, possibly, tightest hug ever as they struggled to breathe for air. He was sure that he could feel unconsciousness taking over him slowly. The hug was so tight that he couldn't beg for mercy by simply speaking up. He just wondered how Pikachu was doing at their current state. He just closed his eyes and waited for what would happen next, prepared for anything but not this situation.

Meanwhile…

Somewhere far away from the mysterious and probably unconscious Red, was a young girl; lying down on her big bed, head down on her pillow as she held a picture above her and looked into it deeply in her big room.

The walls were painted a light pink and the bed was located at the far upper left in the room. The single bed was spread with a light sheet of white and pink hearts. Beside her bed was a side table which was covered in a white cloth and had a green fanny pack on top and a few pictures of herself and a few of her friends. There was one with a heart shaped frame and a picture of a young boy with a red hat and a Pikachu on his shoulder, which was the closest to her single sized bed. There were white silk curtains covering the window next to her side table. Beside the window was a large closet. Across the bed was a nice desk with a chair, containing a few golden trophies, big and small. There was a TV set beside the desk also. Above the TV and indented within the wall were a few glasses cases and inside of them were what seemed to be, ribbons with gold centerpieces. There was also a door across from the window.

The young girl put down the picture beside her and then she slid across her bed, sat up at the edge and went to her side table. She sat up and brought her green fanny pack to her lap as she pulled the zipper to open it and searched for something inside of it. Searching, searching, searching, found it. After a while of her hands squirming inside the pack, she pulled out something, but her fist was clenched shut with the item inside of it. She gently closed the zipper of the fanny pack with her other hand and put it back down on her side table as she moved herself back to where she was and plopped down into the bed with the back of her head down in the pillow again. She put her hand down and looked for the picture, searching with her hand. When she found it, she positioned it above her with her arm straight up as she looked into it. In the process, she dropped the item from her hand and it fell down beside her in the bed, but she didn't seem to take notice, she was too busy with focusing and gazing upon the picture in front of her.

In the picture was her younger self next to a young boy. Incidentally, this boy also had a red hat and a Pikachu on his shoulder. She was wearing a half-sleeved red shirt with a white miniskirt and black shorts. Her sneakers were red, black and had a little bit of yellow. Her hands were covered with a white glove that went from her wrist to her fingers and from then was a black wristband that was connected with the gloves, and her fingertips were coated black as well. Her brown hair fell down neatly down her cheeks from both sides as her sapphire blue eyes shined in the sun and her face was plastered with a timid smile, showing her shyness. And of course, she was wearing her trademark red bandana with a white Pokeball design on her head. Beside her was a young boy with a blue sweatshirt, having the half of a white Pokeball for design on the bottom. He was also wearing a black undershirt with half sleeves. His hands were in black gloves with connected green wristbands or so, his fingers were open and free, unlike the girl's. He wore baggy blue jeans and red and black sneakers. His face was flashed with a goofy grin, which was definitely bigger than the girl's one, as warmth and compassion enlightened his auburn eyes. His messy jet black hair was, well, messy and not brushed… Spikes of hair shooting out in all directions, but it was enough to be considered decent. Above his hair was a red hat with a black opening from the back and inside was a green, half a Pokeball design. The two were standing really close, and I mean really close, closer than normal friends should be; but then again, did they look like normal friends? They were best friends, possibly even more than friendship could be felt by the two. The boy's arm was around the girl's waist as she was pulled closer over to him and their shoulders and bodies touched. The girl had her arm around the boy's shoulder as they posed, acting like models but in a carefree way. With their free hands, they made a peace symbol on their opposites. A Pikachu was standing on both of their shoulders, since it was already touching each other's and gave a peace symbol of its own with its chubby little yellow paws as he gave off a normal smile. It was looking like, well, how normal Pikachu's look like; nothing special except its battling skills and its heart and bond of friendship. They were flashing (except Pikachu), to say, the most brightest and cheesiest of grins. But what was most visible on the girl and boy's faces were not the huge goofy grin or the shy cheeky smile, but their cheeks turning red. The boy had a red blush as he looked at the camera, it seemed as if he was desperately trying to prevent himself from turning even deeper into a shade of red, but it was still very visible. The girl however, was crimson already. Her blush was as red as a tomato and that made her face turn like that, due to their closeness. No one, even a certain young and very knowledgeable boy having lost his glasses unknowingly could miss the girl's intense blushing. Her bandana and shirt couldn't keep up with the red even! That was probably her possible reason of being shy around him while he was holding her, but alas; the boy probably doesn't notice it due to his density. But why is he blushing then? But still, the scenario behind them was perfect, they were on a grassy meadow with lots of flowers and tall grass as the winds were blowing against them and the sun was shining behind them, but the picture was captured perfectly. Their hairs were swaying behind and beside their faces with the wind slightly. If one were to look close enough, the Pikachu could be seen with a very mischievous smile, almost as if taunting the two best friends for the red on their faces as well as their closeness.

The girl gave off a big sigh before taking a look at the picture, her fingers running gently through the image of the young boy and her younger self. She looked at the picture once more before sighing deeply and putting it down beside her in the bed. She then put both her arms down on the bed and began searching for her fallen item with one of her hands.

It didn't take long for her to find what she was looking for as she grappled it and clenched it shut in her fist again. By far, it could be deciphered as something quite small. She held up the arm she had the item in above her head as she finally opened her fingers slowly, revealing her fair palm skin and…

Half a ribbon…

It had a gold centerpiece, as usual with all the other ribbons in her room, and pink and white ribbons emerging from the centerpiece. This was the only half ribbon she seemingly had; it wouldn't work in an entry for a Grand Festival. But this wasn't just a ribbon she won in a Pokemon Contest, it was a ribbon she won with a special someone.

The girl sighed deeply again as she looked at her reflection within the centerpiece as memories of how she won the ribbon flooded back into her mind. She couldn't believe what had happened within the years. Back then, it all seemed like it was a fairytale, but that's completely different from now.

"Why? You were the strongest one I knew." She whispered lightly to no one in particular, her gaze from the ribbon never broke.

Her thoughts were all interrupted by a familiar noise, a noise which annoyed her a lot when she wanted time alone to recall about her wonderful past with that special someone. A noise she didn't like at all.

She dropped the ribbon on the bed again as she sat up from the bed to face the door. "Come in." She sighed and said in a faint voice, which, hopefully could be heard by the person or persons from the other side of her door.

Hadn't she made it clear with her family to not bother her when she wanted to be alone? Her parents would always tell her to come down for dinner, or whatever the time of the day was for the appropriate meal, but it wasn't time for dinner yet. Then who would bother her? Boy, if it was her little brother, would she beat him up badly to a pulp.

The door swung open lightly and in front of the girl stood two silhouette figures as they looked at the girl. The light in the hallway from which they entered from weren't on, so only shadows of them could be seen. But by the light in the girl's room, their faces were pretty much visible. As the girl slowly turned her head to look at who disturbed her, the two figures had smiles on their faces, one with a really big one and the other with a faint and light one. When her eyes were fixated upon the people and the open door beside them, she could immediately recognize the two, very familiar faces as she motioned for them to come in with her hands lightly.

The two figures quietly walked across her room and over to her and sat down on the bed beside her from both sides as they looked at her with a serious expression, their smiles now slowly fading away from their faces.

To be continued...

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