5 years after Ash's death, the ultimate Pokémon tournament is being held. All the best trainers are competing in it. A mystery masked trainer suddenly appears and intense drama unfolds. He seems to have an interest in a certain blue-eyed performer, but why? Who's the masked trainer? What's his goal? And most importantly, who'll win the tournament?

After his loss in Unova Ash returns home to regroup and plan which region he will go to next. However while planning his next region, tragedy strikes and his mother dies. to his knowledge he has no other family until one day a familiar visitor arrives offering him a home and revealing a family secret lost for generations. Ash takes this offer and trains his Pokemon for 2 years. Now he is ready to journey out again, this time to Kalos. What will he find in Kalos, will he finally be able to achieve his dreams? And will he find something or someone that he didn't know he was missing when he finds a certain honey blonde. This is rated mature, however there won't be any lemons here but perhaps other some mature topics might get put in here. This will be my first ever attempt at writing so please forgive me and please leave your criticism. if this goes well I might actually write something else. For the most part this will be based off of the cannon, however this will be for the most part an original story. So please enjoy. I will no doubt lose my mind and probably start fixing all my errors as they are pointed out to me, please forgive me and be patient thank you. And like everyone says, I DO NOT OWN POKEMON. If I did Amourshipping would truly be cannon Start: May 29, 2017 End: September 25, 2018

After the Kalos Pokemon League, Ash has been approached by Sir Aaron to discuss the potential upcoming of a Second Pokemon War. Ash, given no options trains his aura with the aid of Sir Aaron to help prevent the Second Pokemon War. How will Ash and his companions stop the potential upcoming war? Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon in any way shape or form and this is merely a story I felt like writing.