This is my attempt at a big what if fic in one of the most beloved universes period. It draws from a lot of other stories here on fanfiction for inspiration and that's easy to tell. It won't at all be the same story, but its pretty hard not to see where I get some ideas from. What I write though I just can't seem to get out of my head. This story has been in my dreams, my waking hours just letting my thoughts flow and in the moments just as I get up and right before I sleep. I've never really written before in any large sense, so do forgive me for mistakes and such. I've no real outline of the story save for a few huge events. Any pokémon that the main character will have aren't super rare in fanfictions and they are quite powerful for the most part. This story isn't about being fair or balanced, though strife shall come in time. No, this story is about someone from our world cheating their way into their dream in the pokémon world.

Most of the format will be half(roughly) a chapter from the OC's perspective then the second half (again roughly) from the perspective of the pokémon introduced in said chapter. This will last till the full main team is assembled and then will diverge into new characters. For now I am heavily invested in seeing at the very least twenty or so chapters written. Howlong they might be or how quick they come out is entirely based on my interest.

The most basic premise of this story is silly and unrealistic as well as fairly common as these things go. Someone is killed in our world ahead of their time. They are given a chance for a new life. As a gamer, they are going to do what all gamers do once given the opportunity and ease of convenience. They'll cheat the system as much as possible to make the game easier.

Disclaimer- I do not own anything related to pokémon save the OC's in this story.

Dreamer

Like much in my life, there are few things that fill me with more annoyance than my odd sense of well, justice. Morals. I can be utterly and completely lazy one day, then the next go out of my way to help someone who I really should just ignore. Everything related directly to myself I am utterly and completely selfish. If I'm alone, I want to stay alone and forget about everything but whatever pleases me. Whether games, books, media, whatever. Once I'm outside and forced to be sociable its as if I am a puppy with a waggy tail, ready to do anything that is asked or directed to me. True, this is an asset at work and such, but it also means I almost never stood up for myself. Just smiled, turned the other cheek and let myself weather someone being a downright ass to me to avoid more confrontation.

So many stereotypes fit me as a typical geek/gamer that its very, very odd that I've come to this. TO a moment of actual bravery. The moment of my death. So much of my life was….Boring. Sedate. A few things hit their mark though. Reading so many books about chivalry. Seeing my parents rush headlong into charity work throughout the various disasters that hit my state as I grew up. My pets loving me for no reason. Artwork that told stories through pixels and inspired me to imagine more than I could ever think possible.

But here, now, as this building is crashing down on me. As the girl, a bit cute, but really rather plain is screaming as I push her out of the way of the concrete and rubble about to crush me...Well, I can feel good about this right? That I'm not worthless. That my sin of sloth won't make me a footnote. She'll remember me. Yeah. We'll skip on past this now, apart from the brief, staggering bit of pain and into the whiteness that I didn't expect. Life after death really didn't interest me, truly, but now that I'm here its very much a thing of peace. Anxiety and despair are gone for the moment. Just curiosity and a sense of anticipation. Truly this is going to be something great. Which, obviously, means its about to be ruined.

"So. Hrm. Why are you here? Seriously. You weren't supposed to fucking do that moron. She would have been miraculously spared in the exact spot you pushed her from. It would have inspired her to live her life to the fullest and deve-you know what forget it. You done fucked up."

Now, there is no turning in this white place, as I don't have a body, really. My consciousness more or less affixated onto this voice which, oddly enough, had a sarcastic, grating voice of a woman in her thirties or so. The being in front of me was disappointingly human, even if breathtakingly beautiful. At least for a moment. Going from a dark-haired and tall woman to a hag, then to a small girl in an few instants became much more disturbing. I couldn't help but note that I'm not panicking either. Is it because I'm dead?

"What do you think? Of course you're dead. Don't bother thinking it either. Yes. I can read your mind. Just. Stop. I'll give you the info-dump. And for my sake just accept this place as proof of what I say. I am Fate. Or as close to it as you can get. There are three aspects that became gods of sorts from all of humanity's collective will. Myself, destiny and will. Destiny is the path you follow through your own choices. Myself, I nudge things along to help you find it, Will is what drives you to better yourself. There is a lot of overlap, so best just consider us one being."

I'm not know for my intelligence on abstract concepts, and judging by the deep frown on the now teenage girl with bright pink hair, I'm not pleasing her orders of 'stop thinking that way'. Regardless, I tried to speak or think at her or whatever, but again, its not to be.

"Seriously if you...Hadn't done...bett..." Odd again, but she seems to be blushing and mumbling off about whatever it is she's trying to express to me. On her first form this would have been highly appealing. On the currently extremely overweight and sagging blob she's currently looking as… Well. I'm glad I don't have a body to stare at her in some horror. But, let's see if I can't hold a conversation.

"I don't understand. You're….Something more than I could ever be. I assume you are busy? Perhaps? Why am I here, then, Fate? And could you repeat that last part?" My voice came out in my head, just as it was in my life, but seriously, speaking without a mouth? I think I'd rather move on soon to wherever I go after this.

Ignoring my stray thoughts, the small toddler spoke with the same adult voice, freaking me out just a tad. "Look. I and my other selves are born of humans. Essentially we are created by all that you are and the energy you don't see driven by all your lives. Thus, its best for us if you have a balanced life and live well. Not necessarily long lives. Just good ones. Hence, yours wasn't that impressive until your last moments. " A deep breath followed, as if she were pumping her older, soccer mom body for a shock. "In actuality, I am fallible, just as a human would be. When you saved her, not only did you shift your destiny into something admirable, but you made hers that much more driven. Previously she would have done great things. Now? Its likely she's going to run a company that will cure...A lot of issues. So, both as a reward and to get your annoying thoughts away from me, my selves and I are offering you a boon from the three of us. One of Fate. One of Destiny and one of Will."

She pauses then, back to a different, more normal teenage girls with rabid acne across her otherwise pretty face. There are so many questions going through my head and its again odd that I'm so...Analytical about this all. Then again I do have no body and am in the presence of a god more or less. Perhaps she's keeping me from freaking out? A short nod as she shifts again into another one of the presumably actual people she's created by secures that theory into fact. Before I can ask what the details of the boons are, she speaks, probably to keep me from annoying her.

"The boon of Fate allows you to pick something of your new world that will happen. That is without fail going to happen in your new life. I'd pick this choice second if I were you. The boon of Destiny determines which world you go to and what you wish your path to be. It isn't a certainty, just a good chance of you making your way based on what you put yourself forward towards. If you remain as you were in your previous life, I don't expect you should choose a large destiny." The twinkle in her ever shifting eyes is particularly amused at this and it shows in the way she drawls out her words. Yay. Sarcasm.

"The boon of Will is something you can pick to better yourself very personally. Sure, it can be a power or such, but I highly advise you do something about your personal work ethic. Really. You worked so well at your job the the second you got home it was pretty fucking pathetic." Ouch. Or well it would have been ouch if I could feel anything past logic and just a hint of my old snark. Truthful, but ouch.

'Looking' at Fate, so many things could have come out. So many worlds where I could be utterly selfish. Where I could have harems or rule the world. If I was reading this right, anything within the power of literally god, or goddess rather, could be mine. But. But. That last moment of my life came back to me. Where I didn't know my path other than this woman would live no matter what happened to me. So, I did something smart for once. I asked for a bit of time to consider. Fate just smiled at me something warm and pleased, then said to yell when I was ready. An instant later and she was gone.

As if this whole thing wasn't introspective enough I now had what I think is eternity to choose where I would go. No concept of that isn't possible entered my mind. Just worlds that could be. Really, some of them were quite pathetic and downright stupid. As much as I was trying to remake myself here, already dead, I should have stuck to my strengths. Strengths that while in our world were rather useless to everyday, important life, could be amazing in a world of fantasy no more. I'm not sure how long I thought there, turning my one true skill into a ruthless bid to gain a huge amount of power into my not yet existent hands but it was a while. Excitement filled me. Utterly. Such joy and emotion that I could both do something amazingly…..cool and at the same time do so much good for others especially with foreknowledge.

Yelling out her name felt good, so driven by what was offered. As if Fate was now what led me here as opposed to the distant idea that she could make a mistake with me here now as she had with me at my death. No. Not her mistake. My true and good choice. Without me noticing, suddenly she was there, now in the form of a very old and tiny woman covered in wrinkles that spoke of a good long life.

"I see you have an idea. Yes, you can go to the pokémon world. Every concept ever is a world someplace. Any dream every dreamed is someplace. Do keep in mind that I am different there. Its...not as if I am not Fate there, just that I am shaped there differently. There is no more interference after I send you from here." A brief pause occurs as another shift comes, curiously back to the pink haired girl from before.

"Your boon of Destiny is acceptable. Born into the pokémon anime world ten years before Ash Ketchum is born into the Blackthorn clan. A good choice there. Don't tell anyone but my favorite type is dragon." Not knowing if she's fucking with me, I hastily continue as she doesn't interrupt as she senses that I want some clarification.

"Can I get my old save files of my various pokémon games here?" This is what I was excited about. My one gift. Min maxing and breaking games to create a team or strategy to destroy my opposition. Single player games were my bread and butter. And while the pokémon world is very much pvp in theory, I had a lot of ideas on teams. So, I'd pick twelve pokémon total from my files that I'd bred to perfection and gotten all my ideal egg moves on and make that my boon of Fate. She's born of humans. She has to know I'd take advantage of this. Without a blink suddenly my cherry colored 3DS is there, already on and in my pokébank. Perhaps its odd but I adored starting over various pokémon games multiple times even with very similar teams. Constant hours were spent getting shiny pokémon starter teams bred to perfection for my next adventure into the rich worlds of pokémon.

Perhaps Fate enjoyed the honest pleasure I had in looking over my pocket monsters as she didn't say a thing, just smiled gently as she felt myself pick and choose carefully. Some of my choices were easy. Blackthorn meant a dragon starter and the one I picked had a very special addendum that she allowed me with a slight nod the second it entered my brain. Pokémon choice two and five were both my two and only shiny. Honestly, anyone would want to have at least one shiny on their team and I was planning on the relative safety of the city of dragons keeping my rare pokémon safe until they were strong enough to defend themselves and me. Two would both give me an in with a very important character and to help defend my mind. Five would be for a bit of transportation, eventually and as just a really great battler.

Number four was meant to help me deal with my dragon's weakness, as was six. I couldn't help but notice that one through five were all quite common in terms of popularity but fuck it. If this was my new life I was going to make sure I came about with my favorites. My seventh member was to correct a glaring weakness in my team's coverage as well as to give me someone to help train electric moves to number six. Eight would be quite possibly the most important member to my team in regards to security and information. Really, if my plan worked as I wished, number eight would be able to beat all but my last pokémon.

Nine would end up being helpful with transportation and one of the two team medics alongside three but very much more heavy on the healing that three's limited options. Three would help me more with diplomacy and my own personal growth. Ten I worried a bit about being too late in the list to truly grow stronger, but on the other hand with how dangerous they typing of this pokémon its probably better the rest of my team could wreck him if needed. Regardless, I needed ten desperately for number twelve. Eleven would become another tank for the team, as only really two and maaaaybe six up until this point were clearly beefy more than fast and powerful. Also, another form of possible transformation.

And finally twelve. Every choice before now are decidedly strong and pretty stereotypical choices for pokémon. Twelve would be a test. As well as one of my favorite mons. A legendary. The only legendary on my list. Twisting my desire to its fullest, I assigned each pokémon their chosen moves, natures and abilities, along with another smirk at the question if they could have multiple abilities if I desired. Perhaps Fate enjoys fanfiction too? Turning my mind from that I noted down the first of my choices for emphasis.

Gible the Land Shark

Nature: Adamant (King)

Ability: Sand Veil and the hidden ability Rough Skin

Moves: Dragon Breath, Sand Tomb, Scary Face, Iron Head, Rock Climb.

Oh did I have practical uses for Rock Climb. Five moves. Could I use five moves? A look of utter annoyance at the stupidity of that thought from the now over six foot basketball player looking woman that is Fate gives me another grin as I go to amend some of my other entries. The King's nature was to give me a giant head start on power. I would need it in droves to affect the change I wished in the world at larger.

Patiently Fate continues to watch me, every changing as she waits for my boon to be complete. Eventually everything was done. My choices made and the lists prepared. The first six would show up from my third birthday until my ninth, one in each year so I'd have a year to train each before the next. Also, my first two were slow evolving pokémon who would need the time to reach their peak. How I would justify having six pokémon before my trainer journey would be helped immensely by my boon of Will.

"So. Your boon of Will then? I could feel your determination for it from my duties in the world twice over. I haven't peeked at it yet. This choice is always the most interesting." Mentally gulping, I decided to be a bit more careful and thought before I 'spoke'. Seriously, this all will be so much more easy when I have a body again.

"Will is about bettering yourself. About being more than you were a moment before. My choice ties into what I want my ultimate destiny to be besides just a Blackthorn clan member. I wish to be an Aura Guardian. And not like Riley. As far as I know he just...Shows up and goes away never to be seen again. " Really, I haven't seen much of the anime in ages. Much of my knowledge is from random wiki searches, fanfiction and odd youtube videos. "As far as I know Aura in the word I wish to go to requires sacrifice, dedication and hard work to truly work for you. Its a superpower, yes, but it requires a pure heart and honest care for the world around you. I don't just want it to be...Power. Someday I wish to pass it on, to grow a positive force for good for pokémon and people alike."

Really, how many 'Teams' show up to ruin the world? And what stops them besides the league and G-Men? Do they even really make a difference when some snot-nosed idiot kid with massive good luck stops them at every turn? If I have my way Ash is definitely going to get trained in aura by Riley or myself. Then my new group of Guardians are going to be proactive against assholes and disasters. The passion must come through in my thoughts or this odd speaking I'm doing as she just beams at me as if I got five stars on my first grade homework. Its uplifting but also a bit condescending.

"You've a wonderful idea there. And while yes you are stretching the boons more than I expected, they all fall within the spirit my selves wanted them to be. Yes. Your Will is both a reward and a duty. I approve immensely. Now. Are you ready to begin your new life?" Almost as if hoping for me to say no, her eyes gleam from blue to brown to green and back, seeking my consent. Here is where I almost wish I'd said yes. However, with the success of my gamer instincts working out so far, they screamed to ask for one more thing, but with a caveat.

"You're made from us, right? Then can I ask for one more boon with a cost? So much of how we view divine beings is as fickle at times. I'd ask you do that but be fair compared to what I ask." This was a bit of a gamble, obviously. And I'd been given a lot already, but I was quite willing to give a bit of hardship for a chance to make my first years more productive. "Change something of me that doesn't destroy my plans, merely makes them harder or shifts something in my life I don't exactly want...Something to amuse you perhaps? And in return give me all the practical knowledge I need for the pokémon I've chose." Really, with some of my choices I really needed this. I wasn't going to be a single type master at all. Generalists require so much more help.

Thus, while I was horrendously worried at the bright-joyous grin Fate gave me, ultimately, I was content that she just nodded at my request even if it was with a grin that threatened to split the heavens. "Well, since that's all, I do hope you enjoy your next life. My selves as they are in your new world are going to enjoy seeing how you change things. It was a pleasure being wrong about you. So I won't make your detriment a true one. Just….an amusing one as you said." A slow wink and then I was gone, being sucked through the ether like the mother of all drunken amusement park rides. If I could throw up in my...spirit? Whatever I was. I would have. Moments later though, I was greeted by large people who seemed very happy to see me crying my eyes out and flailing my decidedly weak as hell limbs. And thus my new life began.

Three Years Later

So, in case it wasn't apparent, I realized that I haven't flat out said this is a journal. Of course, as this is written in English, and not League standard Kantonese, its very likely that only I will ever truly read this. Still, it helps my mind to cope immensely. The previous entry was written just a few days ago from memory as, well, I would imagine seeing an under one year old baby trying to jot their thoughts down would have led to my biggest fear of my new life, for now. Psychic reading. I'm not sure what the response to a reincarnated person from another reality is here but I have zero desire to experience it. So. Journal. Hi.

Okay so maybe you're a diary. Cause that's more associated with females. Which is what I am now. Yeah. That's what Fate did to me. Before I came here I was three inches over six feet, somewhat chubby and decidedly male. It took me a few weeks to realize I was female too, as mother (Hannah) and father (Rickard) spoke gibberish at me quite a lot until I realized what name they were calling me.

That's right. I am now Ella Mita of the Blackthorn Clan. Its very odd that the language here is so different but all the names are very Western European sounding for the most part. Whatever the case, after hearing my female name so often, I squirmed around to make sure the anatomy was as feared. Keep in mind that as a newborn I really slept far too much and when active it was to desperately learn the language and very carefully ignore someone wiping up after my uncontrollable messes. Lets skip all this journal and get to the interesting points.

First off, my mother is the older sister of Clair, and thus Lance is a first cousin of mine, the asshole kid that he is right now. Seriously, I'm a well behaved three year old and he adores teasing the hell out of me. Grandpa and grandma Wataru had my mom waaaaay earlier than Clair so she's only a few years older than me and Lance is a big butt head of a five year old right now. I don't know when Lance becomes Champion, but in seventeen or so years from now Ash will set out on his journey, I have those years to get myself up to Lance's level or beyond to help all the shit that will go down then. Assuming I don't forget it all by then. Hrm. I'll make another English journal with notes about that tomorrow. Anyway, right now he's just a punk who thinks how serious I am is hilarious. The bastard.

But, back to home. Living here is everything I hoped. Dragons are everywhere and they fucking love me. No seriously. Wanna know how good a choice Aura was as my will? Well. Lets just say that every single day of my pathetic first three years of baby time was spent focusing my will into understanding pokémon and helping them understand me. To show how utterly committed to this world I am. I knew dragons would be tough to befriend, but apparently most species, especially ones at Blackthorn, have great respect for hatchlings as they view us little pink baby trainers.

Using this ruthlessly to endear myself to them, both by taking my stupidly cute baby girl face and using the dreaded small animal eyes jutsu as well as stubbornly escaping my suffering parents rapidly more elaborate ways of trying to keep me away from the mass destruction monsters for these last three years. The thing about pokémon is that they know that trainers can make them utterly destructive and powerful. That something about us bonds with them. Increases their aptitude and ability past what they can achieve in most of the wilds. Without an Elder of their particular species or type its often impossible for a wild pokémon to match those trained. Thus Blackthorn. Most dragons here from the vibrava to the dragonite give out their children in the hope they return home with their trainers with more power than their parents.

How does this work? True, humans tend to be much smarter than the majority of pokémon in one big regard. Adaptability. We can work with just about anything and find a way to survive. Such methods put towards training. Well. I stated the outcome already. This leads to my theory about Aura though. Lifeforce. So many Legendaries have aura or close to aura like moves. Aeroblast. Pure flying energy. Sacred Flame. Fire incarnate. Fusion Bolt. On and on the moves come. All considerably more powerful than normal moves of the type associated. I always though it was because of the sheer presence of the Legendaries and boy was I right.

Aura Guardians were always seemingly universally trusted as if Aura couldn't lie. The rilou line is a perfect example as everyone seems to agree they are just good. Whatever the case, three years of constant meditation and concentration in every spare moment have unlocked a good part of my spiritual aura. I'm positive I will be somewhat superhuman when I grow older in physical ways, but for now I'm just enjoying the fact that I can truly understand pokémon in a tangible way.

Thus, the dragons adore me, as aura means I am very easily trusted and that pokémon seem to get stronger around it. Not in the physical sense, though I expect there is a bit of that as well. Maybe some species in the past who were exposed to a lot of aura evolved into legendaries? Whatever the case, I am pretty sure that the giant egg that momma garchomp just laid is my starter. The blue-black egg warms to my touch and even shifts a little even if its clear it has another month or so before it hatches. The caretakers here are very interested in it as its more or less twice the normal size. Each of the dragon types here keep to themselves for the most part, but momma garchomp (as she's the biggest and baddest of the species) is known only to take a mate who defeats her in battle.

Thus, this egg was fathered by the dragonite who I expect will someday father Lance's three or twenty dratinis. Honestly, could he get a different dragon? Maybe he does, but all he cares about are blue worm-dragons right now. Really, I like dratini as well. But he can't shut up about them.

Anyway, I'm the only clan member who can approach Momma (We're going to call her that from now on) which drives my parents nuts as Momma isn't tamed any longer. She's been here for four or so human generations when a former Champion died and left her someplace she adored in the past. While trained, she is not tamed. A few caretakers were mauled or close to for getting to close to her last batches ahead of when she wanted and one cocky ass hydreigon lost a head thinking he could take her as a mate.

Me though? She treats me like I'm her favorite daughter. Someday I hope I can actually talk with words to my pokémon like lucario seem to do with Aura, but for now I get emotions and general concepts. Hunger. Anger. Want to scratch. Etc. Learning her favorite foods and showing her how I can take care of myself even if I'm so little have gone a long way to showing her I'm worthy of her notice. Even as babies dragons are deadly and hard to deal with. From the way she is amused at the utter lack of fear of her to how frustrated and afraid my parents get for me have made her very, very interested to see if I can train her child to her level. The level she gained from her beloved lost master.

Don't get me wrong. Momma is a fearsome, scary as shit creature that could destroy much of the city, as could all of the elder dragons here, but she knows how safe it is with the clan and honestly she doesn't see the point of fighting anything that isn't a challenge. As a dragon should be.

I've been glossing over them really, but my parents are...Good. They just aren't my original parents who, despite not understanding me, were extremely good people who I loved. The first year of life was spent mourning them and my other family on Earth when I wasn't driven to learn my new language and harness aura. That being said, Hannah and Rickard Mita are some of the greatest people I've ever met. They deal with a lot. While Hannah was a former trainer who quit along her journey to train to become the Blackthorn Gym Leader in earnest, Rickard, my father….Well. He's nuts. Fantastic, but nuts.

Let me explain. First off, my last name isn't a Blackthorn name. There are a few famous ones. Lance Wataru for instance. (Read: Asshat) But Mita is my father's name and he's a normal type trainer who well. If he ever cheats on mom someday I fully expect Clemont in Kalos to be my much, much younger brother. Of course dad would die immediately after as you don't cross dragons or their trainers. While Bill, Devon and Silph will always be the more well known geniuses who create some of the super technology in the world, my father is responsible for making a lot of it affordable.

Need a backpack that can store months of food for giant beasts of destruction to cost less than a car? Call Rickard Mita. Want the power to transport one of said monsters in a small little ball across the world for less energy than keeping your light on for half an hour? Get my old man. My father specializes in efficiency. And idiocy. If an idea gets in his head he won't stop until he's got it out of his head. It drives my mother spare and is probably responsible for her having a Lt. Surge reputation for violence all the damn time. God forbid that- Pardon. Arceus forbid that he misses date night. I'm pretty sure his absent minded nature is giving birth to the move frustration being created.

This leads to another bit of Fate being a bitch. I'm a young girl with bright blonde hair and purple eyes. If all goes well I'm going to have a massive garchomp as my starter someday. That fucking goddess took my admiration of Cynthia and made me into a chibi one. True, Cynthia is probably not much older than me right now but still! I don't actually know if she has violet eyes but the idea is stuck in my head. So dying my hair black later. BTW, I'm not going to be talking about my female parts anymore for a while. Day to day aspects suck right now. Not in….a bad way. Just different and weird. More later.

Back to mom. She's scary, destructive and focused. And much like Momma, quite kind with me. Its safe to say that Lance, Clair and I are called prodigies from how quick we've progressed. Myself much more than the other two but that's to be expected. I'm much older than I appear after all. Mom has taken it the best. She grew up with dragons. She knows strength in small forms from birth and even if I wasn't expected to be this way she's done everything to support me, minus liking me hanging out with Momma as much as I have.

Random thought. While I am me from Earth I have noticed that I've picked up a lot from my parents here. If I have an idea I can't stop from seeing it through like my dad but like my mom I go about it very definitively and with a clear goal and methods to get there. Dragons might be all bout power and awe but my mother is absolutely more a tactical thinker. Frankly I don't know how dad snagged her. She's utterly beautiful and confident. Then again some of the ways he's made her life easier in simple, subtle ways tells me a lot. It helps that he is not at all intimidated by her or her pokémon. Oh! Their pokémon are great.

Mom has two dragonite, a hydreigon, a few of the flygon line that mostly just keep to themselves and my favorite, her starter, a truly awesome kingdra. Not because he's utterly powerful, which he is, but because he lets me ride him around like a jet ski without giving a fuck what my mother thinks. He recognizes me as a dragon hatchling already. The fifth or so time she caught us doing that was the point where she started pushing me to go further. When she saw her daughter as what I really was. Or at least what I was becoming. She has quite a few more lower levelled pokémon for gym battles, mostly offspring of her main team, but none of them are meant to stay with her. Eventually they'll be given to clan members or released into the Dragon's Den or the nearby area that hold the less aquatic dragons like Momma.

I suppose I should at least describe kingdra a bit more. Most of her partners are rather aloof save the hydreigon who is very fixated on my hair and the three heads tend to fight to tug on it. It'd be amusing if I hadn't seen the same dragon break apart boulders in a rage due to its food being late. Seriously. Kingdra is a bit over half as big as the average of its species. More or less a seahorse on crack, its giant armored form can pretty much float anywhere. Its built for speed in the water and a tank on land. Honestly, he's quite the bad ass. The only bleh aspect is that one of his antennae was injured years ago and mother told me it took them the better part of the year after to compensate.

Father's pokémon are much more….Practical? I'm not sure what to call them. He's got two lab assistants that are an ambipom and lolpunny. A girafarig rounds out the last of his pokémon. All are trained to help him move things as well as delicate maneuvers with his various devices. The girafarig, Earnest, is easily my favorite as appears to be a theme, let me ride him quite a bit when I was younger. This was approved though, as Earnest would just take me around the house or so and entertain me with various psychic displays.

Oh and for reference, ambipom is a multi armed goof of a monkey and lolpunny is a very large and pretty puffball of a rabbit. Who walks on two legs. And is oddly elegant. Yeah okay I don't get it but eh. Earnest is basically a giraffe with two heads and insane psychic powahs! He can also be bribed with apples. I don't even know why I'm describing them. I know exactly what they look like. Maybe somehow someone else from another universe comes here and this will help them? Nah. Probably I just like describing my friends.

Before catching the science bug father was a coordinator oddly enough. I haven't yet asked to see any sort of routine but based on how flashy Earnest can be I would imagine they were impressive. Plus dad's personality would lead to some very unique ideas. Its not clear if he had more pokémon than just three but then again it gets expensive to have more. Maybe that's why I the games you so rarely go six versus six in trainer battles?

Oh my Arceus. Was my dad a cannon fodder trainer in some route for the main player?!

I need to process this. Going to sneak out and check on Momma. Just gonna stuff you in one of dad's super mega bags journal. Will write more when I get to her.

Literally an hour later

I'm enjoying messing with the journal entries. Just to make sure this can't be decoded easily (Read: I'm lazy), I'm going to forgo the actual dates. This is mostly just to reflect on things and really I honestly don't know what date it is nor care to know most of the time. Pokémon generally don't view time as such, especially the older living ones, and I'm here to live with them, not people. Might as well get situated like that. Ahem. So. That month that I was estimating? Turns out that its more like right now. My starter is coming and Momma is showing her displeasure at my parents trying to take me away. Seriously, kingdra and her almost went at it. I hadn't noticed it, but the ribbons mother has been putting in my hair apparently have a tracker my dad made up within them. Look at them. Working together. I'm sticking my tongue out at them as they dry to get closer to me right now. Despite how well spoken I am and how mature I act, I can still be a kid! So neeeeeeeh to them. Its their fault for not believing me when I said my starter was coming way early.

Coming from their point of view I can understand this quite a bit. A three year old hyper intelligent child who regularly hangs out with a garchomp that could probably wipe out my mother's whole team by herself. Momma is that bad ass. Still, my mother is….Fierce. I love her to death for getting up close and yelling at Momma as she was. It took me getting between them and hugging the still rocking egg with my mega cute self to get them to stand down. With the very gentle way Momma nudge me away to check on the egg I think mother got the idea right finally. She stopped looking at me as her daughter again, much like that day with kingdra and resolved to judge me as if I were a new trainer. I think. She's cocking her head at me and does that stare all mothers have that looks straight into my heart to see what she needs to give me. That's what a mother does. Gives.

Moment. She's walking over after bowing to Momma. Who. Wow. She nodded back slowly. Fuck. She only does that in respect. Back in a minute.

Maybe a week later?

So. Great things. AMAZING things. But first off I need to get out the odd things. First off. Don't write in a journal in what is essentially code in front of your super observant mother while casually petting a massive garchomp. I'm an idiot. And cocky. It took me saying that I was trying to figure out a way to hide my future strategies to get her to approve of the method….Even if I'm absolutely sure she knew some of it was bull. I mean. I very much am putting some plotting in here. But yea. Not doing that again.

Back to the AMAZING though. Zaela is here and she's perfect. I've glossed over a lot of the speaking to pokémon thing here for a few reasons. One, even here I'm not all that comfortable saying directly what some of the older dragons say. They have no filter and a lot of it is boring fight after fight followed by which giant bitch of a mate they got out of it. I'm rolling my eyes here journal. Hard. Perhaps that's why I preferred Momma's company so much. Not just because I was certain she'd be my Fate-dictated starter's mom, but because she only talks about fighting when I ask. Most of our conversations tended to be about me and my dad's inventions. She more or less let it be known she hadn't talked or tried to talk to any of the Clan since her trainer. All true Blackthorn Clan can understand dragons to a certain extent. I was just more advanced because of the bullshit that is aura.

I tried to write about eight hours later which were because Momma made it known in no uncertain terms that I was to be her daughter's sister. (That turned into a week because of how needy Zaela is. ) Blackthorn has many traditions not made public to the world at larger. The biggest is that each dragon starter bonds at birth to a trainer of the parents' choice. Sometimes this means clan members don't get chosen ahead of their start of journey, in which case they get the much less powerful gym raised pokémon that my mother uses for newbies or have to catch something from the Dragon's Den that can't ever truly bond as the main ritual does. The specifics weren't given to me as I'm not the next in line to be head of clan. Not that I'd want to. Lance the current shit but maybe later awesome dude can keep it.

Momma pretty much refused to speak to anyone about her egg until right after I stopped writing last. It was the first conversation she had that wasn't with me since her former Master died I think. Needless to say my mother's jaw dropped at Momma's declaration and that she'd take her future hatchlings elsewhere if my mother couldn't get her head out of her ass and see that I was worthy. That's not exactly what was said, but the feeling was essentially that. Keep in mind I'm heavily translating from shared feelings and general concepts. I also made a second mistake then, or at least how I viewed it.

From my birth I wasn't sure just how big of a deal an aura master could be. Frankly I should have figured it out from how rare they are in the lore I knew of and how reclusive Riley was. When I first started learning aura I didn't think of the physical changes that might occur. Nothing overt in terms of my body save for the giant blue glowing eyes when I try to talk to pokémon, which I always made sure to do away from my parents. Seriously, they worried about me enough. No need to tell them about how the dragonair down the street is pranking kingdra in a way to get him interested in giving her babies. (He liked it. Little dratini in some months.)

My mother 'eeped' for the first time in my life and very carefully came close to me.

"Ella darling. Have you always been able to talk to pokémon?" The mom tone was in full force at this. Not so much the one where I knew I was in trouble. More along the lines of hey, my kid quite possibly might be a genius in a way I didn't already know and holy shit I'm panicking about how I can relate to them about this tone.

"Mm. Yes. Almost since I could walk mother." I played up the innocent daughter act hard here journal-kun. Seriously. If there is one thing I am enjoying about this new existence is fucking with people. Of course right now it was all damage control, but I've been getting Lance in trouble for being a prick for a year now with this look. He pulled Clair's hair last week for the fifth or so time. Sure, Clair turns into a bad ass later, but right now she's a sweet girl who enjoys combing my hair every chance she gets. I'm the only one in the clan with blonde hair at the moment and she's fascinated by it. Her bright blue hair is so much more pretty than mine but I'm getting heavily off track and trying not to freak about how I just wanted to write a lot about my hair.

"Honey, I need you to be very open about this and tell me if you feel anything else when you talk to all the pokémon. Emotions? Can you hear words? Do you notice things before they...How do I say this? Do you know someone is coming before you see them?" Something must have shown in my face because while emotions and words I knew about from the lucario movie and episodes, the sensing people before I visually notice them was something I hadn't noticed but made perfect sense.

Nodding slightly as if confirming that I was the next coming of Aaron she shared a look that married couples have with my dad and said not one more word about my starter the rest of the night. Incidentally, that's a funny thought. Ash is totally the second coming of Aaron. The short story is that our Clan's Nurse Joy whose partner is a lucario with a scarily strong heal pulse started to help me train with aura a week or so later after Zaela and I got situated. Why our Joy has a lucario rather than a chansey or blissy? She has to deal with grouchy dragons all day long. She needs something with a bit more punch and that can take a beating getting her out of dodge if things goes south. Seriously, that lucario is nearly champion level with the amount of training she does.

Back to Zaela. Fuck. I need to stop getting distracted. This whole thing should be about her. Most gible are average just above two feet when they reach their maturity in the base evolution. They roughly double their height and triple their weight to a gabite and about 1.5 that to garchomp. There is a bit more growing before the evolution but that's roughly the average they reside at before becoming more. My darling Zaela, who saw me as a sister from the moment the ritual was conducted...which by the way I refuse to mention here in case someone does decode this, Arceus forbid, Just imagine something epic and dragony to fill in the blanks journal-kun. My sister Zaela is taller than me at four feet and a few inches and outweighs me by….A lot. She's dense. King's Nature I'm told will slow a bit more in her later evolutions but I'm looking at an eight to ten food garchomp when she's fully evolved which is at the very least two feet more than the regular size. Momma is about eight feet, but she doesn't have King's Nature and let me know she got this big by living as long as she has.

Here is the AMAZING though. The ritual had...Aura. More or less. And it bound us in a way I can't even describe. I can understand how Lance becomes who he will be. So much. Zaela can speak to me. Words flow from each of us so easily its as if I'm psychic. Its not, as it more or less is a universal translator that only tunes into Zaela….But its there. Even now she's telling me that kingdra is swimming over to our home near the Dragon's Den from visiting his mate. My sister desperately wants them to hatch so she can fight them. Currently there aren't any hatchlings around Zae's age and she's already spoiled on the idea of being the strongest Gible in the history of gibles. I…..may have explained how rare King's Nature is and it went straight into her dragon pride and inflated it past safety levels.

Given Momma's stories or rather feelings of her past I would imagine this should be expected. While not a king (or is it queen?) herself, Momma is a massively fantastic example of the garchomp line. Or is it Gible line? Which is prope-Actually I'll just go with the final form as my preference. Standing just over seven feet and probably a half more than the usual weight, Momma is covered in scars and one of her odd jet-looking horn thingies is missing a bit of tissue from a bite from something effing massive. If I ever get down aura talking to any and all pokémon I'm going to find out how she got it. One thing not exactly shared in the games or anime is that pokémon are not all the exact same color. While not shiny really, Momma is definitely a darker blue than most garchomp I've seen. Zaela shares her coloring almost to a capital T. Momma's scales even have some odd sort of stripes that probably evolved from the environment her former trainer caught her from as she already made it clear Blackthorn was not her original home. Oh. Come to think of it there are no other gibble, gabite or garchomp here. Huh.

Moving on, a few more things to note. As I said Zaela is much bigger than me journal-kun, Like. I should not be able to control her save for the bullshit that is aura and Momma herself. Honestly, Zaela could eat me in one bite if she really tried. I have mother to thank for this again. I'm thinking of this from an outside perspective. Imagine a three year old petite (for now hopefully) pretty girl with a newborn gible the size of most gabite running around and roughhousing without a care in the world. I worry I'm getting cocky again, but only time will tell.

Damnit. Rambling again. Zaela's voice is so warm. Not like say, as you'd imagine heat. But as if I didn't know I had a relationship that could make me feel so whole. I was alone. Now I am not. It isn't quite being a new person together but that… This is hard. Its truly indescribable. It makes me wonder if this is why starters are so special to people. That maybe they feel a bit of what I do. Never am I so grateful I chose to be here. Zaela is everything now. She knows it too. Even now I can sense her pushing warm fluffy dragon thoughts at me. Not say, that she loves me, but that to celebrate our bond we'll kill some poor animal and feast together as sisters. Oh. Right. Pokémon don't eat pokémon here except in the wild.

The ecology (that the right word?) of this world is fucking strange. Obvious carnivores can eat berries like gluttons and then use energy attacks that have to come from somewhere. There are actual animals. About what you'd expect. Cattle and the odd regular birds and such. The only reason they've survived when so many pokémon exist to eat them is that other than bugs most pokémon take quite the while to mature to be a true threat compared to how utterly quick regular animals breed. Think rabbit level stereotype for anything that isn't a pokémon. To be honest I'm not going to look into this subject until I'm starting my journey. Even if I know that Zaela and I will be hunting deer and up for her food. My dragon will be trained but definitively not tamed.

The first few days after she was born were actually absent of Momma's aid. Apparently the garchomp line are very hands off with their offspring as the deserts they usually inhabit have zero natural predators for them. Dragons thrive in hardship so its actually much more beneficial for them to find their own way. Dragonite are one of the few exceptions as you can often find them in mated pairs with two to three offspring. Momma, however, is ridiculously proud of Zaela and couldn't stay away from her favorite human (Me! Yay!) and by her own admission, the strongest hatchling she's ever bore.

Ever consider that game mechanics have bearing to actual methods of life? For instance. Before exp share was around in the pokémon games you would toss your pleb new pokémon in front of your stupidly levelled one-shot everything starter and boost them like mad. It works here to an extent. In the wild dragons grow quite slow. As I said earlier, trainers bring out potential wicked fast but that's usually just base stats. At first. Once teammates learn moves its infinitely faster to teach them to new pokémon. Thus, before Zaela hatched I spent a good six months trying to convince Momma of what I wanted for her daughter's life. I didn't flat out tell her that I was from another reality but remember my paid for by losing my gender boon. I am a garchomp line breeder and physician in all but name.

Treating her various old wounds, increasing her diet to make her healthier. Showing her ways that would aide her instincts to taking care of my not yet hatched starter and even showing her new ways to use her abilities to make it that much more hard for any other dragon in Blackthorn to match her convinced her. Eventually. Watching me talk to Zaela from the first magical contact to easily dealing with the snappy nature of the line as well as not being afraid to push my starter the exact amount before actual detriment? Yes, Momma was ready to help me in my plot to make Zaela a legendary in strength against her usual instincts of old. Thus, my not so little gible started to learn every move Momma knew.

Oh, Zaela couldn't use them at all, no, but essentially I'm giving her a massive head start when she evolves which sadly, due to my plan, probably won't be for years. Not only do I want to squeeze every bit of training into every one of her forms to make the next stronger but I actually didn't consider that a King's Nature dragon is even slower to grown than a normal version. Whatever. When she's grown she's going to shit on Lance's whole team. Okay. No more Lance bashing unless he stays an ass after puberty. Really, he's super fucking cool in every instance I met him in the games or even the anime. I'll stop now.

Zaela is nipping at my hair now. Hah! I can use that as an excuse to keep it short! Regardless she's felt vibrations of some poor animal she wants to try and eat. Pokémon seem to know what other pokémon feel like so we won't be chasing a sentret or what not. Probably a goat with the hills about Momma's den. Talk later journal-kun. But probably not for a while. Now that Zaela is old enough to truly train to what I want I'm going to be very, very busy. So! Ta ta for now.

Many months later

I'd apologize for not writing in a while journal-kun but you're just here to be my introspection tool. Or something. That said, I have so much to tell. Plans are being formed and discarded. Despite how much knowledge I have of my gible it doesn't at all account for her personality, obviously and that was a bit of a hurdle. Luckily both my mother and Momma kicked our butts all over the place to get us in line. I may be three, nearly four, but its pretty obvious to all that I'm 'special' in a good way with how much I've been letting my mouth run.

Most people I would imagine would be more cautious but fuck it. If I'm going to break some skulls later in this world I've chosen to aide I can't waste time. That doesn't mean I'm not going to have fun. Oh do I have fun. All the things that people would imagine being a pokémon trainer would be? How awesome it is? It pales to the reality so fucking much. Every day is full of harsh training, sweat, curses and tears at how difficult the next step could be….But then you see this creature who adores you and is under your sway… So cool. I find stating training to be boring, but I think now I have to suck it up and note this down for me to review later.

Lets start with Zaela's nature. When I put down adamant it was to min-max obviously. To make here most powerful moves save draco meteor someday have the biggest stat boost. I should have questioned what it meant for her personality. Mind you, its not that its bad exactly, but that she's very, well, adamant. If she finds a goal, she's stubborn beyond arguing without a damn good reason. I give her a do it cause I tell her when she's set on something? Well, she doesn't budge. Usually its for good reason but explaining that she should wait till her scales are thick as can be in a year to learn endure? Yeah that was a month long argument. I'm never letting her watch league matches again. It wasn't even a fucking dragon that used endure. She just didn't get it and I explained without thinking of the consequences. It took knocking her out for two days in a row constantly to get her into the mindset that she should become stubborn about something else for a while.

Back to my plan though. The ultimate goal for most of my pokémon is terrain control no matter where they are. Zaela hates that we go swimming every other day but I reward her with her favorite foods regularly as bribes. Sandstorm was her first taught move after her egg moves and she's not allowed to let it drop in a fight until she's nearly out. This is the basis of what I want from her. While she'll be massive someday and able to more or less bully other pokémon with simply her size I'm never going to neglect tactics first. Power has a place, but a double team scary face swagger into dig sounds fucking nasty doesn't it? Earth power is the next move in the pool along with flamethrower. Why give her special moves that I purposefully made her weaker to to make her regular attack skyrocket? Terrain control. Moves don't have to be attack-heavy to be useful. Double team, scary face, swagger into dig while a sandstorm is going on. Then earth power and sand tomb to make it even harder to get out and then toss out a sunny day (her next move after flamethrower) to boost her flames and you are cooking her opponent in a furnace she has complete control over. She doesn't have to maintain the flamethrower then. The sandstorm above and the earth she traps them in will trap the heat and even then they need to get past her massive jaws to escape. A bastardized smack down with rock slide/stone edge is a goal for flying types later.

This is why I wanted her seven years before my journey starts (assuming I don't go early like some kids are apparently allowed to). In this I was pretty lucky as her nature means she is all for becoming so strong that we can crush elite teams from the get go. Plus time is a bit slower for most pokémon. Humans almost never outlive the majority of stronger species. So really I can afford to be patient and so can she. Just to clarify, some of the abilities I've stated are tms? Well. My mother is a gym leader and my father is a well known inventor. Guess who is likely responsible for permanent tms in the future? Yep. Dad. Plus Momma knows a shitton of moves from her former Master. Yep. I'm cheating with style.

Back to the training. Between sparring with kingdra's twins and eventually taking on the lower level strains of dragons in the Den and Blackthorn at large, I've started letting Zaela begin making her way through the wild pokémon around the city. It doesn't happen often with me around as I am still three and genius or not (as my parents see it), they put their foot down on a lot of things that I can't blame them for. Aura I might have, but I can't do shit for myself in defense against many things right now. I tire easily compared to an adult, even if I am so much more durable than a normal three year old.

Come to think of it I'm a bit afraid I'm scaring them. I spend most of the day with my starter and never do normal kid things. Then again my father is so odd in the way he thinks that I can understand how mom is the only one who shows real stress. Damnit. I'm going to have to go be a good daughter for a day or so the week. I can't just hang out with mom for training, even if it is the biggest passion for us both. Poor journal-kun. You're in for ages of rambling I sense.

A few more things about pokémon abilities and such. Not just abilities like rough skin (which fucking sucked in Zaela's hyper first few weeks. All she wanted to do is cuddle. I eventually found a way to do it. Its called heavy leather clothing) but in terms of learning and what is written in the pitifully small entries in the game pokédex. Momma can indeed fly, and its glorious. If my parents ever found out how far I've actually been from home, well. Mt. Silver is cool. Lets leave it at that. However, she more or less told me it took her years to be confident enough to actually carry a passenger. Essentially the same way dragonair fly is the way garchomp fly. Dragon energy bullshit.

Earth truly does part for ground types as if they were an earthbender, even if an actual move isn't used. Flying types can act as if they are fighter jets minus actual physics and lets not even get into the bullshit that are ghost types. If it weren't for type energy infused into something ghosts could literally never be harmed. Zaela is fascinated by fire. Dragonbreath is something I wanted her to have because status effects are such a clear trump card against stronger foes that even if her dragon type fire is weak compared to her physical moves, its still something to do to cause issues for an opponent. Yet, another reason she loves fire is that I finally got to meet her sire.

Charizard are cool. And her sire is wild. Where he came from I'm not sure, but if he could beat Momma in a fight? When he showed up to get down again, I assume, Momma for once made it very clear that I was not welcome around her den for a while. Neither was Zaela. Even if I appealed to Momma in ways that I can only call aura influenced I got the feeling that dadbad was infinitely less agreeable. Volatile does not begin to describe her sire. I learned this all after the fact and from seeing the destruction of the area around Momma's den when I was allowed back. Zaela of course just saw how destructive fire is and thus her Furnace combo was born.

Due to how vulnerable she is to ice, way more than fairy, we won't be starting training against it until her evolution in a few years. Due to my next pokémon choice showing up in a few months, and the third a year after that, well. Both will help her immensely against the cute ass fairies. My second pokémon is going to be another slow burn choice and will also help me keep my thoughts my own when I start making more of a name for myself.

Even now I hear whispers about me when we go about the city. It used to be mostly about how cool and bad ass my mom is but its hard to ignore the little doll of a girl who has a massive gible following her around like a puppy. That, by the way, is something I refuse to do. Both dragon tamers and aura guardians do not hide from the world despite its danger. A dragon dares the world to break it. And an aura guardian stands in front of the world to protect it. While in a battle I'm going to be unfair as fuck to my opponents, never will I let my partners feel as if they have to be hidden. Given how rare some of my choices are in this world? It just means I have to be strong. Which was the goal anyway.

The next few months will be more of the same, perfecting what Zaela is fixated on and slowly teaching her how I think. Its hard, true, but I've had a few conversations with mom that suggest I have it way, way easy. I didn't believe her until she showed me some scars from her team that were simply because they misunderstood an order when she couldn't talk to them as well as she thought. Of course she hasn't seen the few scars I have of fangs on my shoulder and neck from similar experiences but...Its very scary. Some of her wounds looked so close to fatal.

I've grown so much closer to her. An early journal about the family more than my pokémon listed her as Hannah and not mom. As if I couldn't see her as such. But she loves me. So much. Dad is there and he adores me in his own way but...Dragons. All who live in the Clan are dragons. Pokémon or not. And my mother is fierce about me being all that I want to be. Ignore the splotch marks here journal-kun.

Zaela's training is somewhat repetitive in one aspect, that she's perfecting the same moves as well as learning new ways to use them. Sand tomb at the base of the lake in our swims makes a fake of sorts whirlpool that is hilarious as a prank. Someday when she's stronger it will be a legitimate strategy. Oh! Rock climb. Muahahah. I had a theory about this place. The dragon's den. And it was gold.

Why are dragons so prevalent here? What about it makes it home? Blackthorn sprung around it. Around dragons already there. Part of it was the natural aura here I think. I can feel it. Life is so full and here in such amounts that I feel like dancing. Me. I hate dancing. So I did some exploring with my digging, rock climbing starter. The reward? Two megastones, a few evolutionary stones and what I think is the fossil of my sixth pokémon. Or at least will be a fossil I can trade for my sixth. I don't know how convoluted my pokémon showing up in my life will be but I assume this is my boon at work. I'll be searching for more over the next few years as they aura of megastones are hard to miss. The rest were just lucky finds. If nothing else I'll be able to sell them for the no doubt massive food issues I'll have later in life.

Hrm. Maybe more hunting training is needed. Regardless, this first year is shaping up so well. Aura training is increasing though Joy's lucario refuses to spar with me yet, stating I've some growing to do. She is however, quite happy to show me more mental aura exercises. Pokémon moves will come in time but for now I'm happy to work on fundamentals. With my next pokémon I'm certain I'll have a breakthrough in some regards...And even if not, the third will ensure it. Two months until my first shiny and the second true monster of my team. Zaela knows I am anticipating something amazing happening and its brought out her competitive side even more than normal. I think I'll push us hard to keep from jumping about obnoxiously about what I know is coming. Bye for now journal-kun.

Now that the beginning has been written I get to talk to you about more fun things. But everything needs a start and stupid exposition. My journey is just over six years away. But I can wait. This world is amazing.

Dragon Sister

Query was the one who decided this was a good present for our trainer. I've never truly gotten along with him as much as my future mate (if I have anything to say about it) but all of us know that Query is the closest to my sister, our trainer. Even now as he uses his mind powers to type this up on the computer I know he's translating my thoughts in ways that will make it easier for Ella to read.

That she's an aura guardian and can talk to us all so easily doesn't me she understands us completely. So Query thought a perfect birthday gift for her on her twentieth birthday would be our views of her when we met. How we became family and something more. The dark one calls it pack. The faeries think of us as beloved companions. Star mates or some nonsense. My mate is too lazy at times despite his genius to say what he truly feels. But it shows in the way his eyes view us. Mmm. Yes, he'll be mine. The true one and the ghost are remarkably the same about it. Both view her as their savior. The true one for being something she never expected and the ghost for giving him a new view on a life he had thought thrown away.

Aurora, my best friend among us. She views Ella as her daughter of sorts. Perhaps it is because she's so much older than us in some ways and is the slowest in nature. When she battles she's the only one who can truly go toe to toe with me. But at all other times she's the most observing of us and easily the most humble. Thunderbug, as he hates to be called, views our trainer in a remarkably easy way. She's his friend and nothing in this world is more important than that. The sea maiden views Ella much the way I do. Perhaps because she carries a very draconic pride, even if she isn't a dragon, the maiden sees just how much my kind influenced the way Ella views the world. And finally the legend.

Query has read all of my sister's words in the battered diary that she always carried. That she knew that each of us would appear before her is certain. But to keep the legend from us as our last teammate? If I didn't love her so much I would have been...Difficult. Claiming the legendary was not how I would have ever expected things to go but from the way the legend views my sister. Even a dragon can be humbled. The legend is quirky and fun. Its so odd. Not what I expected. But the promise my sister made at our bonding is true. Currently I can defeat the legend one on one. Someday that may not be true but for now I can match a force of nature. I am strong. Because of her. My light and sister. Read this now Ella and see what I was and how you and I raised each other.

When I first hatched there was only the vague ideas of what I was before Ella. All pokémon are strong to their nature and absorb ways to power rapidly, especially while in our eggs. Hence unexpected egg a moves. What I absorbed was my sister's warmth. Its sounds sappy and if the faeries were reading this they'd be insufferable. I may be mellow for a dragon but I won't be 'squeed' at. Tch. Much of what I was was a combination of Ella and Momma. How appropriate was it that my sister viewed my mother as a second one to her. Even if that wasn't what she meant, Momma kept it as such. That is why our bond is so strong. Hatchmates even if she's three years my senior.

Instinct is heavy for pokémon at the start. How do we, so much stronger than delicate humans, submit to their will? If found as an egg we imprint hard. Most at least. Ghosts and some of the more mentally strong species can and will go on their own quickly despite humans being there from the start if respect isn't gained. Dragons are prime examples of this as well. Ella feels of warmth, wisdom and power. I didn't know it then until Momma instructed me but aura is sacred….And my sister has it in droves.

Aura is life. I am only as strong as I am because of aura. Every type of pokémon uses it in various ways. My flames are almost entirely formed of draconic energy. Draconic aura. Meaning that my headstrong, infuriating sister was practically screaming to our senses that she only meant good for us. That she'd empower us to new heights and give us all that she could to protect aura. To protect life.

That isn't to say she is perfect. Despite how close we are and were growing up, we clashed a lot. From day one she had her way for me and I had mine. Imprinting on her was easy as stomping some one gym newbie for me (which is hilarious by the way. I don't care if the true one gets huffy about it) but it didn't mean I left my pride behind me. Dragons cannot be tamed. She knew that before I had to teach it to her and it led to the glorious beauty that is me.

The first weeks were not my best. Intelligent as pokémon might be from the start, especially if we're around humans as an egg, absorbing their language, we can still be idiots. My pride can take the hit that I hurt her more than she let on from how much I loved her. Low level tackles were my hugs. Bites were my affection to her neck and arms….And flames were my home. The charizard that is my dad influenced me almost as much as Momma and Ella then. Dreams of burning mountains and flames that hurt to gaze at dominated my nights. Flying became my goal almost as much as those skull brain bagons that I would trap in the ground for disturbing my sleep.

As much as I love the earth, the first time I bent the sky to my will was where I knew what it was to be a true dragon. Nothing is out of my reach. Water, fire, earth and the sky are all mine. Because Ella wouldn't let Momma toss me out. I have another sibling out there with Momma now. A younger brother she's doing her best to raise as Ella did with me. All because my sister refused to compromise as a true dragon would.

Even if he's taking this from my mind now, I think this is a good gift. Good job Query. Most pokémon live in the moment but remembering our trainer is good. Proper. Despite her abilities she's much more frail than us and long past her death I will respect her teachings.

As much as her training and stubbornness were gifts it was the humor that truly made us connect. For some reason one of her most common curses around me is 'damned adamant nature'. Even after she's explained it a few times I don't get it, but it did spawn the team-wide enjoyment that is pranking. It started with double teams of myself chasing her as if she were in a panic in front of the various clan members who said it was too early for her to have a starter. It quickly went to hiding her father's tools when he did something to upset her mother and it just got worse once Query arrived and his ever bothersome questions led to seeing just how much he enjoyed being buried alive. Yes Query I know you don't need air to live but it was still fucking funny seeing your shiny ass dirty all the time.

Back on point. Every day was a joy. Work to become powerful is never a chore to a dragon and I knew nothing of impatience until some of the other members of our family came. There was no concept of travelling. The Den was home because Ella and Momma were there. It was my world and I was growing so strong in it. I'm only to speak of my first year of life before Query came about but here's a bit of the future.

My soon to be mate evolved fully before me and it didn't bother me. Because I am patient. Because years of training and proof that my sister dragged her worn body home every night from doing her best to make us into legends ourselves meant that I could wreck my mate with all his smarts and natural talent from hard as nails, brutal training in only my second form. Oh he can give me a run now. Eventually circumstances set him into being earnest and digging out the true savagery of his line but back then he was just another punk to show what a dragon truly can be. Only now is he worthy of being my mate.

Unlike Momma I don't mind settling for someone just a bit under my strength. If Ella has her way I won't ever lose anyway.

Pride and strength was my life. I didn't know jealousy until Query started taking up some of my sister's time but then the joy of learning new battling trumped that. Humans are fantastically smart. Basing almost all of their entertainment and life around making pokémon stronger in ever new ways? Yes. Ella taught me to that quickly once Query arrived and I started being a bitch about it. Query tells me not to spoil that as its about his growth more than mine.

Well. He's not wrong. For me it was attitude. For him it was a way of battling that revolutionized mental fighting in a way I can respect. Query and I may not get along but we're the two pillars of Ella's team for a Arceus damned reason.

Food was plentiful and I wanted for nothing. Later I learned that not all humans knew how to take care of pokémon as well as my sister. Not everyone could use aura and talk to me. It wasn't until ages later when I defeated an elder with relative ease as a gabite that I realized how spoiled I was growing up. She brought me all the right things to aid me. She toiled endlessly into the day and night when I was hurt to get me back into training as soon as I could. My sister loved me in all my moods and never truly got angry with me. Sure, frustration was present on both sides but never did anything keep her from sharing her whole life with me.

I was so spoiled. I thought the entire world was perfect and it took many years for us to become better than just strong. At least the pokémon that is. Ella always knew what to do. Perhaps not the right thing at times. Mistakes were made as she so often says in jest, and they were spectacular but always did she take her blame for it and never did she hide from us. Negative or good, we were together.

Early training was against my instincts. I had a big mouth and lots of teeth. I wanted to bite and did. My sister didn't know how to get her view of making me strong into my mind until she made me fight Momma. I expected Momma to just smack me with her wing and glare me down. Instead she battered me in a sandstorm, buried me in sand that formed into rock I couldn't break and made me so mad I would hurt myself before I even got close to her. Then when I did? It was an illusion and it started all over. Days of this treatment got into my thick skull and power came in droves after I just listened.

I'll never be more grateful for this and this alone besides the love of my sister. Power is something all pokémon crave in some manner. Even the cute ones I could eat thirty of in one gulp who ride around on the shoulders' of their humans. They might simply want the power of being cute little things but it is power. Ella and I taught so much to each other that first year.

I never really interacted with many other humans besides her family, some of the clan and the few times I actually wanted to go out into the city. Usually if Ella went out I'd just train more with Momma. It was all I wanted to do, really, When I did go out though, amusement and surprise were most present. First off, my sister was pathetically small then. Even among humans her age. And all other small humans were infinitely stupid. I was Ella's and that is all. You'd think a city with a dragon gym would know that to try and play with a dragon, no matter if my trainer was a child is folly. Only later would I realize that if I'd actually attacked the small ones I could have been taken from my sister. Luckily she watched me like a hawk and kept me from making a mistake I would regret.

Not because I wouldn't find satisfaction in educating the stupid child humans. But because I would be away from her. The kind ones in our family are Query and the faeries. People should know not to tempt monsters. And that is what we are. It is not a bad thing. Ella calls us something about massive destruction and it is quite true. She crafted us into who we are. True, we put in the work, but my beloved sister did it with our heartfelt consent.

Furnace is a fun combo. I have many more these days but taking on a massive overconfident opponent and roasting them alive until they tap out? Beautiful. I am smart. I am powerful. I am titan. It took a while for me to accept this fully in that order. That before everything I am smart. Ella was right to not introduce me to more battling early on. Patience without knowing what it was was an excellent weapon for her to plant in my mind.

The few battles I have were always training oriented and didn't have any other prizes besides satisfaction of new strength and learning new moves. If she'd let me see more of her mother's top tier gym battles or even more league recordings? I'm certain I would have pushed to leave on our journey immediately. I didn't know what true battle was like until Aurora and her evil type advantages could do to me. Don't get me wrong, the first fairy was more annoying than a thousand itchy scales but she didn't have the bulk or power to truly threaten me…..And Furnace works just fine on her. Heh.

No, the sweetness of defeating Aurora the first time after being put into the dirt so many times was exactly what opened my eyes to how excited I was to see new things finally. To turning away from, yes, the fear of leaving the Den. Query is telling me that he's annoyed that he's noticed all of us have picked up Ella's tendency to ramble and go off on tangents. Psh. What's wrong with that? I speak of what I wish and that is it. All my words are important. Idiot.

Our relationship with Momma was what made this all work. To build a family that wasn't right by usual standards. What I couldn't learn from Ella in ways that all trainers struggle with was easily rectified by Momma. Another thing in which I boggled at later. Silly me. Apparently not every pokémon had a Champion level mother who adored their daughter and her trainer enough to train them constantly for seven years. Query is laughing at me. He forgets he hasn't won a spar with me in nearly a month. Yes I know you are writing that down. I want you to. Mmm. I feel like going to find the would be mate.

Fine. Just a bit more Query. But Ella knows how I feel. All these thoughts aren't getting to her now cause she's asleep, but you can sense it can't you? She's smiling because she knows I love her more than anything. Our bond is everything. I'd kill the world for her….And I guess you too Query. And all of us. Even the ghost. Shit that he is.

What can I say to you Ella? That you don't already feel. I beat a legendary a week ago. In a spar. Because she's your pokémon just as I am. Tears don't come to my species but the joy of that is so permeable that I can't describe how humbled I am of what we've done. I know you would say we did it together and that its our duty. The goal that the true one showed us all those years ago. You say we meet your apprentice in a few weeks. The one you've been preparing the true one's child for. But all I can think of is the girl I could snap in two telling me she loved me and that I would become greater than my dreams.

I have sister. Thank you.

I've edited this as much as I can so far but I'm sure I'll be coming back in the next few days and re-reading to make sure. I have so little experience with formatting its not even funny. Expect a lot of re-edits.

The story is going to be long and more about thoughts than events right now. Later, once I've gotten all the various characters fleshed out? That's when things will start to get fun to imagine. But for me, when I played pokémon it was about thinking of how my partners would be. Of who they'd become to me. Zaela and Ella are somewhat similar due to how close their bond is. That's more or less deliberate. Everyone from now on is much more divergent. Or hopefully will be.

This is still meant to explore my story than it is to be a perfect work or such nonsense. That said, I'm already itching to introduce Query to this mess! And now for that helpful list of her pokémon that only one has really been introduced! Due note these are the moves they know from Ella's viewpoint in the past. Future bad assness is for much later in the story.

1- Zaela the King Gible (Female)

Abilities: Sand Veil, Rough Skin (Hidden)

Nature: Adamant

Moves: Tackle, Sand Attack, Dragonbreath, Sand Tomb, Earth Power, Iron Head, Scary Face, Swagger, Sandstorm, Sunny Day, Flamethrower, Double Team. Dig

Combination Moves: Furnace (Sand Tomb, Earth Power, Sandstorm and Flamethrower. Basically burn them in a pit)

Ella's starter and quite the stubborn pain in the butt. Self proclaimed sister of Ella.

2- Query the Shiny ? (Male?)

Likely Psychic and meant to help keep Ella's secrets as well as translate for the team.

3- True one the ? (Female)

Combat medic and mediator.

4- Fairy number one the ? (Female)

Provide coverage and to help train Zaela against her type.

5- Zaela's would be mate the shiny ? (Male)

Lazy as fuck because he's too talented for his own good. Transportation eventually and good battler when he gets his act together. Maybe.

6- Aurora the ? (Female)

Zaela's best friend. Mother hen. Powerhouse and somewhat of a tank. Knows electric moves?

7- "Thunderbug" the ? (Male)

Is not actually a bug type. The group just likes to eff with him.

8- Dark one the ? (Male, even if it wasn't stated)

Possibly the most dangerous.

9- Fairy number two the ? (Female, also not stated)

Dedicated healer and transportation specialist. No jokes here. She's the best.

10- Ghost the ? (Male)

Not much know. Other than he's got stereotypical ghost ideas. In other words, can be an ass. Also possibly dangerous. But seriously. Ghost. Big duh.

11- Water Maiden the ? (Female)

Tank of some variety. Prideful as fuck.

12- Legend the ? (Female)

Literally a legendary. Seriously. Its happening. Ella's ultimate goal for proof of her path to the world. Loses to Zaela a lot supposedly. For now.