Dialga's roar shattered the silence of the endless void, its voice like the tolling of an ancient clock. Palkia answered with a thunderous clap of spatial pressure, tension rippling through every atom of the arena. Dialga swung a massive steel-blue claw in a wide arc; Palkia twisted its body and bent space around its arms, the attack passing harmlessly through a temporary rift before exploding into raw, crackling energy that sent shards of darkness spiraling into nothingness.
Dialga lunged forward, its body a blur of temporal distortion. With each footfall, centuries of time flashed across the ground: pillars sprouted and crumbled, once-cracked obelisks healed into perfect monuments and then shattered again. Palkia met Dialga's charge head-on, driving a crushing elbow into Dialga's chest that warped the fabric of reality around them. For a moment, their colossal forms locked in place, time paused and space folded so tightly that the stars themselves seemed to tremble.
Breaking free with a roar of triumph, Dialga hammered the ground with its tail, sending a wave of Chrono Resonance surging outward. The pulse aged fragments of the arena into dust in an instant, then reversed the effect, rebuilding them in a fleeting flash of primeval grandeur before they fell apart once more. The dizzying cycle threatened to tear the battlefield apart, yet Palkia stood fast. Gathering its power, it unleashed Spacial Rend—two gashes of violet light cleaving through reality, slicing chunks from the pillars and sending them hurtling through mini-portals that winked open and closed like stars blinking out of existence.
Dialga staggered back, seething. Its eyes glowed brighter as it drew upon every particle of time at its command. The air around it shimmered, and suddenly it vanished, leaving only a pulse of afterimage ripples. Palkia's instincts kicked in; it twisted, warping the void to reach where Dialga would reappear. But Dialga emerged not where expected—instead, it materialized beneath Palkia, stamping up with such force that the space around the impact crater rippled outward in concentric rings, each ring a distortion of both past and future.
Palkia reeled, then retaliated by expanding its chest cavity as though inflating a balloon of pure space. Gravity wells formed, pulling Dialga into a vortex of collapsing dimensions. Rocks, dust, and shards of ancient architecture were sucked in alongside Dialga, swirling in a maelstrom of spatial fury. Dialga roared, then unleashed a counterstrike of Temporal Storm—bolts of crackling blue energy that struck the vortex itself, destabilizing the gravity wells and raining debris back down in a hail of twisted metal and shattered stone.
Their attacks clashed in midair, time-energy meeting space-energy with a cataclysmic explosion that carved a new circular rift into the void. Through that rift, ribbons of black and white light intertwined, winding around Dialga and Palkia like ethereal serpents. The two behemoths slipped from this cosmic embrace simultaneously, their bodies glinting from the force of the impact, breaths rumbling like distant thunder.
Neither yielded. Dialga surged forward with jaws agape, teeth snapping like the ticking of a thousand clocks. Palkia responded by warping behind, claws extended in a backhand slash that carved a streak of violet across Dialga's flank. Sparks flew where steel met pearl, time-energy leaking in shimmering motes, space-energy whirling off them like tiny whirlwinds. Dialga roared in fury and retaliated with a devastating Roar of Time that sent a shockwave through Palkia's body, bending its limbs backward in defiance of natural law.
Palkia countered with a roar that shook the void's foundation, unleashing a wave of spatial distortion so powerful it tore at Dialga's armor plates. The two forms, battered and glowing with residual energy, paused at the edge of the newly formed crater. Their chests heaved, eyes locked in a silent vow of eternal rivalry. Then, as if by unspoken accord, they charged once more—Dialga's claws igniting with radiant blue light, Palkia's talons crackling in swirling violet arcs.
Their final clash sent a blinding pulse of mixed energies rippling across the void, collapsing the ancient arena into nothing but motes of shimmering dust. For a heartbeat, the universe itself seemed to hold its breath, the echoes of their battle reverberating through every dimension. Then, slowly, the dust dispersed—and Dialga and Palkia hovered apart, battered but unbowed, their gazes locked not in hatred but in the inexorable respect of two gods who understand that only in endless conflict can true balance be found.
scene change:
The golden afternoon sun bathed the trees around the Viridian outskirts in a warm glow as Ash and his companions made their way along a quiet forest trail. With the Earth Badge safely tucked in his jacket and the adrenaline from the battle with Giovanni still simmering in his veins, Ash felt a rare moment of calm. His fingers rested gently on the Poké Ball at his waist—Pikachu, of course, rode contentedly on his shoulder, tail swaying with each step.
"Alright," Ash said, stretching his arms behind his head with a grin. "Now that the gym's done, we've earned a little break. Let's hit Cerulean first—Misty's place. Then I'll head back to Pallet."
Misty smiled, walking beside him with her arms lightly crossed. Her cheeks were tinged pink, but her voice remained confident. "You're finally making good on that promise, huh? Took you long enough." Still, her eyes sparkled—part playful teasing, part affection.
Ash chuckled, nudging her gently with his elbow. "What can I say? Saving the world kind of eats into your social schedule."
Sabrina walked just behind them, her usual serene expression softened as she observed the two. Her voice was calm but carried a quiet warmth. "A visit to Cerulean sounds... pleasant. It's important that we spend time together when we're not under pressure. Balance is necessary for both training... and relationships."
Misty glanced sideways at her, a subtle smirk forming. "Didn't think you'd be so into small-town detours, Sabrina."
Sabrina gave the faintest of smiles. "Wherever Ash goes, I follow. That's enough."
Ash looked between them—his heart full, but his face only slightly flushed. "You both know I feel the same. No matter where we go… I want you with me. Always."
There was a small, rare moment of silence between the three, unspoken emotions hanging warmly in the air.
Then Brock, trailing a few steps behind and overhearing just enough to roll his eyes dramatically, broke the moment with a theatrical sigh.
"Ah, young love! So tragic… so touching... and yet, so utterly unfair to the rest of us charming bachelors of the world."
Ash turned with a smirk. "You're one to talk. Last time we were at a Pokémon Center, you almost got slapped with a Chansey's tray."
Misty snorted. "Almost? He did get slapped. Twice."
Brock huffed, puffing his chest and smoothing back his hair dramatically. "Love is a battlefield, and I—Brock, future Pokémon Breeder and romantic legend—fight bravely every day. Speaking of which…" His eyes suddenly sparkled as the distant roof of a cozy cottage came into view. "Do you think Daisy or Lily are home at the Cerulean Gym? Because—"
"Brock." Misty's voice cracked like a whip. "Eyes off my sisters. Or I'll let Psyduck follow you around again."
Brock paled. "No. Not that. Anything but Psyduck…"
They all burst out laughing—Ash, Misty, and even Sabrina letting out a light giggle. The tension of the past days, the weight of battles and choices, faded into the background for a while.
Ash glanced ahead, where the forest trail curved toward the river, the air filled with the quiet sounds of nature. In that peaceful moment, surrounded by the people he trusted—and loved—most, he felt like things were finally aligning. The future might still hold chaos, but right now, with Misty on one side and Sabrina on the other, he could breathe.
"Let's get moving," he said with a grin. "Misty's house is just up ahead. Hope your sisters have room for a few guests."
"Oh, they will," Misty said. "And if not, we'll make room."
Sabrina's eyes sparkled faintly. "I can always bend space to accommodate…"
Ash blinked. "...Wait, you're joking, right?"
She didn't answer. Misty just laughed harder.
Ash sighed but smirked his wives are really quirky on their own damn how he love these two girls ash pleased at his girls sisterly bond day by day they are increasing rather than having conflicts.
And so the group continued forward, laughter echoing into the trees, unaware that just beyond the river bend, a far more unexpected twist of fate awaited them. A ripple in space… a disruption in time.
Above the fractured veil of reality, deep within the turbulent skies of a dimension beyond time and space, two colossal forces collided.
Dialga, the Temporal Pokémon, let out a thunderous roar that echoed through the void. Its metallic body shimmered with streaks of electric blue, eyes glowing like stars compressed into singularity. With each beat of its wings, time itself seemed to tremble, warping around it like glass under pressure.
Opposite him, Palkia, the Spatial Pokémon, cried out in fury, its voice vibrating through unseen dimensions. The space around it twisted and stretched unnaturally, the very fabric of reality folding and unfolding with each pulse of its immense power. Shimmering pink energy spiraled along its limbs, building for the next blow.
And then, they clashed.
A beam of condensed temporal energy shot from Dialga's mouth—a streak of brilliant blue that carved through the ether like a blade through silk. Palkia retaliated instantly, unleashing a swirling lance of spatial destruction. The two attacks collided mid-air, the resulting shockwave shattering the laws of physics and unleashing a storm of chaotic energy.
The dimension around them cracked—jagged lines of light streaking across the sky, as though the world itself were breaking apart like old porcelain.
Chunks of fragmented time drifted like shattered glass. Ghost images of past and future overlapped—wars, peace, civilizations blooming and dying in an instant. Entire timelines blinked in and out of existence like flickering candles. Stars aged and burned out in moments, only to be reborn again in flashes.
Dialga roared again, charging through the remnants of a shattered moment, slamming into Palkia with a mighty tackle that sent them both spiraling. Their bodies crashed against unseen walls of reality, tearing rifts with every blow. Sparks of paradox ignited—colors that didn't exist, sounds that echoed in reverse.
And then it happened.
Palkia reared back, channeling a hyper-condensed pulse of spatial energy between its claws. It hurled the orb forward, warping everything in its path.
Dialga retaliated with its own beam of time-bending force.
The attacks collided—but not directly. One beam slipped past, veering wildly off-course, destabilized by the volatile terrain of spacetime. The wild energy careened through the fissures of the dimension, slipping between universes, slipping through worlds…
It struck a weak point in the fabric of reality—an unseen crack near the edge of the Kanto region.
The sky above Route 6, not far from the peaceful trail Ash and his companions were walking, suddenly darkened. Clouds twisted into spirals, and an eerie wind howled, cutting through the forest with unnatural force.
A blinding tear of light opened in the sky, jagged and flickering like a crack in glass. It pulsed with raw temporal energy—unstable, violent, alive.
The rift had opened.
Inside it, time shimmered like liquid, revealing glimpses of places long gone or not yet born—ancient ruins, futuristic cities, people and Pokémon frozen in disconnected motion. The rift twisted wider, roaring as it devoured the sky.
And it was coming straight for them.
Back in the forest, Ash suddenly froze, sensing something off. Pikachu's ears perked up, eyes sharp.
"Pikachu?" Ash turned just as the wind whipped around them.
"What's that?!" Misty shouted, covering her face as leaves and dust spiraled.
Sabrina's eyes widened as her psychic senses were overwhelmed. "Something's wrong… Something's very wrong."
Even Brock, usually quick with a quip, looked toward the heavens in awe. "Is that… a hole in the sky?!"
Then it happened.
A pulse of energy surged from the rift, and the world beneath Ash's feet lurched. The air bent. Gravity trembled.
A vortex of light spiraled down like a lance of fate—and before anyone could react, it swallowed Ash, Pikachu, and the small, glowing Poké Ball containing his Eevee.
"No!" Misty screamed, reaching out—too late.
"Ash!" Sabrina shouted, her powers flaring wildly but unable to grasp him through the raw distortion.
Brock shielded his eyes from the blinding light as the rift sucked their friend away, leaving nothing but silence in its wake.
The sky returned to normal in an instant—no sign of the chaos that had just occurred.
Ash Ketchum… was gone.
But not gone entirely.
Somewhere, far across timelines and twisted worlds, he was falling.
Through shattered eras, across forgotten wars and lost futures, past ancient heroes and shadowed gods—
Into a world where fate waited with bated breath.
And in that world… a younger version of someone powerful was already preparing for destiny.
Cynthia.