Strong winds howled around the white dragon. Great stone mountains surrounded her, looking like guardians of the land. The dragon rode the winds between them, weaving back and forth over valleys and gorges.

At last she came to a mountain slightly larger than the rest. In its center was a large, yawning cave. The dragon swooped down and ducked inside. She folded her wings at the last second, resulting a perfect landing inside.

The cave led deeper into the mountain, darkness serving as the only greeting. The dragon calmly accepted it. The cave turned into a tunnel that turned into caverns. The tunnels and caverns branched in all directions to all sides of the mountain, even going below and stretching across the valley. The network was more complex than the catacombs in the Giant Chasm, but the dragon knew them almost like she knew herself.

Her journey led her to a cavern in the very heart of the mountain. Despite the entire network was pitch-black, this place seemed darker than the rest. But still, the deep black mass sprawled across the floor seemed outlined against the darkness. Zekrom.

The Dragon of Ideals stirred at Reshiram's approach. Blood-red eyes blinked open. He lazily lifted his head.

"Reshiram?" he murmured.

The Dragon of Truth hushed him. "I am here." She neared him and gently nudged the side of his head. "Go back to sleep."

Her mate didn't argue as he let his head fall. He was unconscious in mere moments. Reshiram chuckled. She curled beside him, the great dragons' heads inches apart. She soon too fell asleep. Their deep breathing would hypnotize the other, and assurance of their presence was enough.

Soon they fell into deep slumber. Months later, during their hibernation their bodies would turn into their respective stones. Where they would await patiently for their new heroes…

Giovanni sat alone in his office. His loyal Persian was sleeping peacefully on the nearby couch, oblivious to her surroundings. Her master was sitting at his desk, eyebrows furrowed.

With a sigh, he pulled open a drawer. He pulled out an object from within the dark void. It was a framed picture. In the picture was a young boy in his early teens with gleaming black eyes and spikey reddish-brown hair. Next to him was a young girl around the age of ten with shoulder-length auburn hair that was tied in a neat ponytail. Her eyes were closed and her mouth opened in a laugh. The boy next to her wore a cocky but warm smile. It was a picture of the younger versions of Giovanni and Delia.

Giovanni flipped the picture over, where he popped out the back frame. But instead of one picture falling out, there were two. There was another image hidden behind the first. Giovanni held this one in his thumb as he studied this one as well.

This one had an older version of Delia in a pretty summer dress. Her hair was longer now, but it was the same color and in the same, perfect ponytail. Her chocolate brown eyes gleamed and she wore a sweet smile. No one would've ever guessed she was a raised criminal. Next to her was a taller man with raven black hair. His spikey hair was in an attempted neat look as he wore causal business attire. His almost black eyes beamed with pride. Cradled between them was a baby.

It looked peaceful, but the energy bubbling underneath could be sensed. Despite it was still growing, the baby's hair was the exact same shade of his father. His wide brown eyes were exactly like his mother's. Ash.

The man sighed. Looking at these pictures reminded him what had to be done. Placing the photos down with great caution, he turned his attention to his phone. He dialed the number that had been his head for years and patiently listened to the ringing.

"Hello?" a woman's voice answered.

Giovanni couldn't help but swallow. He couldn't remember the last time he heard her voice. "Delia."

Immediately the line was filled with tension. A temperature colder than ice seeped into both parties. Giovanni's couldn't hear his sister's breathing.

He swallowed again and said slowly, "I've decided… to let him be."

All that could be heard from the line was a sigh of relief.

It was a beautiful day in Unova. Bright sunshine gleamed onto the land, bringing a shine to everything. A gentle breeze stirred the forest and rustled the leaves, some plucking off to stir in the air. Shades of lush green stretched in every direction, gleaming with health and showing no signs of disappearing any time soon.

Underneath the trees, Cilan was cooking one of his best recipes while Iris was setting the table for lunch. All the children's Pokémon were out, playing cheerfully but careful not to get in the way. Nearby, Ash lay on his back on the ground. His hands were behind his head as he stared contently at the sky above, tracing the clouds.

Finally he slowly lifted himself and neared his friends. Iris was almost finished when she felt his stare. She glanced at him.

"What?" she demanded.

"Hey, Iris," he only replied, "how about a battle?"