Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Hands of Creation

Special Episode 9 - Wishmaker

"I suppose I should be the one to begin, Owen."

Okay. Is it because Dark Matter wasn't around yet?

"I was. But Necrozma probably has a better perspective. During Kilo's beginning, I was lost and in my own personal torture realm... Irrelevant to this."

Right...

"Hmm, where to begin... Ah! Owen, what is the first thing you remember of Kilo?"

Waking up next to Tim, who was... Mew. Things were scrambled, like something was wrong, but I didn't think about it much.

"And then?"

Still a haze...

"We shall begin there."

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Year 0

Owen and Tim flew side by side. Tim seemed playful, spiraling around Owen with great agility, occasionally banking under Owen's outstretched wings during a glide. Then he dipped down and squinted at the ruins below.

"It's some kind of explosion that hit this place," Tim said. "It's awful!"

"Quartz looks like it was bombarded by something massive," Owen agreed. "Wait! Up ahead!"

"I see it, too. Those are people!"

"Let's see if anyone's hurt."

It felt familiar. Owen and Tim surveying the land from above, searching for those in trouble...

There was a Salamence and a Dragonite leading the effort. Owen furrowed his brow, thinking hard.

"...Ire!" Owen shouted, diving down until he tackled the unsuspecting Dragonite. At first, he was startled, clawing at Owen, but Owen held strong and growled against his cheek.

Tim went flying after him, shouting to fall back, until Ire pulled away with a happy growl of his own. They stepped away from each other, beaming, and then Owen looked at the alarmed Salamence next to him.

Surrounding them all were several other Pokémon scattered throughout the ruins. Many of them were emerging from rubble or helping others emerge, and several eyes were on them with the sudden reunion.

"Owen," Salamence said, sighing. Her voice was deep and Owen didn't recognize it. "What are you doing? You're late for the recovery!"

"Recovery?" Owen tilted his head. Her accent was hard to understand. It felt like they were speaking totally different languages. Owen must have hit his head pretty hard; the way he himself spoke felt... unfamiliar.

"Who are you, again?" Tim asked, pink tail flicking as he thought. "Sorry, I think we got hit by... a massive wave of forgetfulness, or something."

"You're familiar, too," Salamence said. "Hmm..." She squinted, studying the tiny Mew. "Wait. You were with Owen?"

"Of course!"

"Tim." She sighed, nodding. "It's me, Ayame. Do you remember anything?"

"No. But we were in the middle of... something, weren't we?"

"Yes, we were defending against something. It must have hit. Let's gather survivors."

Owen tensed. "Survivors?"

"Well, I say that..." The Salamence turned, looking heavy-footed when she did so, and scanned the environment. "All this rubble, collapsed buildings, completely ruined roads... This is the kind of destruction that you would expect to see many bodies. And yet..."