The sky over the ruins of the old world was always gray now.
Cities that once echoed with cheers from Pokémon battles were silent. Gyms were rubble. Pokémon Centers were hollow shells. Forests were burned, oceans poisoned, & the Poké Ball factories stopped working years ago. No new trainers. No leagues. No champions.
Almost no Pokémon or humans left..
But one trainer still walked the broken roads.
Ash Ketchum tightened the straps on his worn backpack as the wind carried ash across the shattered highway that used to lead to Pallet Town.
He wasn’t a kid anymore.
Ash was older now—scarred, tired, but still standing.
One of the last Pokémon Masters left in the world.
& he wasn't alone. At his side walked the six partners who had survived the day the world ended.
Pikachu, older, fur scarred but eyes still fierce.
Charizard, wings torn in places, but powerful enough to keep the skies clear.
Greninja, silent, watching every shadow.
Sceptile, calm, patient, the strategist.
Lucario, able to sense the faint auras of life still remaining.
Gengar, lurking in the dark ruins, the scout of the group.
These were the six Pokémon Ash had with him when everything fell apart.
The day the sky split open.
The day the Pokémon world died.
Ash still remembered it.
The sudden storms.
Wild Pokémon going berserk.
Legendaries clashing across the sky.
Something had broken the balance of the world.
Some people said it started when teams like Team Rocket began experimenting with powers no human should control.
Others believed the clash of legendary Pokémon like Mewtwo, Rayquaza, and Groudon shattered nature itself.
No one truly knew.
All Ash knew was that one day there were billions of people…
And the next?
Almost none.
Ash moved through the skeleton of a once-great city.
Pikachu’s ears twitched.
“Peka…”
Lucario suddenly stopped walking.
Its aura sensors flared.
Something was nearby & alive.
A shadow moved between the ruined buildings. Then another. Ash’s eyes widened.
Three Pokémon stepped out of the darkness.
Thin. Weak. But alive.
A Bulbasaur. A trembling Pidgey. And a Growlithe.
Ash slowly knelt.
For years he had wandered this ruined world, barely seeing any Pokémon left.
And here they were. Still surviving.
Just like him.
Ash took off his glove and held out his hand.
“You guys made it too…huh?”
For the first time in months…
Ash smiled…
Ash stood up & looked toward the horizon. The old world was gone. The Pokémon League. The gyms. His friends.
Maybe even people like Misty & Brock.
But as long as even one Pokémon was still alive… The world wasn’t finished.
Ash tightened his hat.
“Alright guys,” he said.
“New mission.”
Charizard roared.
Lucario’s aura flared.
Pikachu jumped onto Ash’s shoulder like the old days. “We find every Pokémon still alive…”
“…and we rebuild the world.”
Ash Ketchum began walking again through the broken earth.
The last Pokémon Master.
And maybe…
The one who would bring the Pokémon world back to life.
The adventure wasn’t over.
It was only beginning!
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