The prince of Koral island

Chapter 8

High in the sky, Ashura and Yveltal glided through the air currents in their Pokémon forms. They were silent, not wanting to disturb the peace that the silence brought them. It had been a very stressful day for them and they were eager to take the time to find peace.

As they flew together, they both noticed a nice view, overlooking the majority of Ever Grande City. They quickly flew to that location and landed, sending a small wave of dust flying into the air. They both turned human and sat down, Olivia right beside Ashura as they stared at the horizon.

"How are you doing?" Olivia said, wondering what her brother was feeling.

Ashura shrugged slightly and replied, "Pretty well to be honest. The League hasn't caught on to who I am yet and my old friends haven't confronted us. To be frank, it's the calm before the storm." He was silent for a moment before he spoke again, "To be honest, it's nice having some of my old friends again. I lived so long without them and I tried so hard to forget them, but... they'll always hold a special place in my heart."

"You haven't been this warm and open in years," Olivia said, earning an incredulous stare from her brother.

"Really? I feel the same. Was I really that much of a stone-cold bastard?" he inquired.

Olivia chuckled and nodded, "You were extremely cold during our first months on the road, but you warmed up as we went along, especially after you became the Prince of Champions. However, you were always frigid in a way that you haven't been at all while we're here. I'm liking this Ashura more than the one I met all those years ago."

Ashura grimly smiled and agreed. His mind flashbacked to that day.

Flashback

Why, why, why. Ash desperately thought as his Charizard flew through the air heading to Galar. He was doing everything he could remember to help save Pikachu who was dying right in front of him, due to the gunshots all of them had attained in Sinnoh. He quickly tore off a piece of his prison garments and tied it around the mouse's worst injury; the deep shot wound in his side had punctured a lung. However, all he was doing was delaying Pikachu's untimely end. He needed medical attention now. As for himself, Ash held his own shot wound, pressing his hand against it. The blood was oozing out rapidly.

As Ash worked frantically to save his buddy, his mind turned to the last three days he had. Why was he framed? Where were the rest of his friends? Why did his friends turn against him? Hadn't he treated them with respect, with friendship, with a casual form of love? After everything he did for them, including saving their lives, they throw him in a cell and laugh at his misfortune. How dare they!

He was thankful that he managed to save some of his friends and... him. Ash then refused to think about him, too shocked at what had happened just hours ago. What mattered was getting to Galar, to the one place he could be safe, in time to save Pikachu.

Charizard tiredly gave a growl, telling Ash that Galar was in sight. Ash sighed in relief. They were close to the place that would cure Pikachu. All they needed was for the yellow mouse to just hang on.

At Galar, Charizard came crashing down from fatigue, causing Ash to roll on the ground.

He gritted his teeth in agony, he couldn't move he was too tired to do so.