The Transfer Student

Echoes of Eternity

The sky tore open.
Not with rain.
Not with lightning.
But with power.

A vortex of storm clouds churned above Kalos, thunder growling like an ancient beast. Bolts of black and violet lightning lashed across the heavens. The earth below shuddered as primordial forces—forgotten and forbidden—collided in a clash of fire and fury.

Ash stood alone at the battlefield's edge. His cloak, scorched and frayed, whipped like a battle-worn banner in the wind. His cap shadowed his eyes—but beneath the brim, something stirred. A storm not born of weather, but of will.

Behind him, his classmates—Serena, Clemont, Shauna, Aria, Astrid, Sawyer, Trevor, Korrina, and Tierno—stood battered, bruised, and breathless. But alive. And watching.

The battlefield was unrecognizable.
Craters carved deep into the ground.
The sky burned in hues of crimson and violet.
The air buzzed—alive with the static of unbalanced creation.

Above them loomed Team Flare's mothership—a towering black monolith pulsing erratically with stolen life-force. Its core was cracked open, blinking like a dying heart. In its control tower, Lysandre's screams echoed—a crescendo of rage, denial, and madness.

Below the ship, the corrupted Zygarde writhed in agony. It had become an abomination—twisted by synthetic toxins and dark cores. Its body leaked corruption into the land, poisoning the soil beneath it.

And floating above them all...

Yveltal.

The legendary harbinger of destruction hovered like a cursed eclipse, wings unfurled and seething with unnatural darkness. Its crimson eyes glowed hollow—its mind no longer its own, enslaved by the mothership's energy tendrils. A puppet on divine strings.

Ash took a single step forward.
The wind whipped louder.

To his right, Mega Mewtwo Y floated in silence. Psychic waves rippled around him, distorting space itself.

To his left, Zygarde, flickering and fractured, pulsed weakly—but there was a light trying to return. A spark.

On his shoulder, Pikachu crouched low. His fur bristled. Sparks danced between his cheeks.

Ash's voice rose above the chaos. Calm. Steady. Resolute.

"No more running. No more control. No more fear."
He raised his hand to the sky.
"Let's end this."

The Final Clash Begins

Yveltal screamed.
A sound not of life—but of death itself.

Its wings exploded open, and a wave of Oblivion Wing—a black tempest of annihilation—tore across the sky toward the ground.

Ash didn't move.
"Mewtwo."

With a flick of his hands, Mewtwo conjured twin psychic barriers, bracing against the attack. The storm slammed into the shields, sending shockwaves through the battlefield.

Mewtwo spun the attack mid-air, compressing it into a vortex—and hurled it back at the corrupted Zygarde.

BOOM.
A column of black flame erupted as the blast crashed into its side, forcing it to its knees.

"Now, Pikachu—go!"

Ash dashed into the chaos, cloak flaring behind him. Pikachu launched from his shoulder, glowing with golden Z-Energy.

"Electro Blitz!"

Pikachu spun through the storm like a divine spark, his Iron Tail charged with thunder. He struck a glowing crystal embedded in Yveltal's back.