This elf world is a bit strange

Although he didn't understand the reason, his initial hesitation had mostly dissipated, leaving only the final confusion.

How to get out of this closed space.

Everything on his body lost its effect, only himself and the dream demon were able to move, and even his superpowers didn't seem to be working smoothly.

In the darkness and chaos, even the smart Firion felt like a tiger trying to eat the sky but didn't know where to start.

"Madge!"

Just as he was scratching his head, the dream demon in his arms suddenly shouted, and the screen that had originally gone dark lit up again.

It was still the familiar jungle and the familiar nest, but the Pokémon that originally resembled Flutterhair and Dreamgirls had disappeared.

"You mean, this is...your home? Didn't you come here by boat from Johto?"

Firion was greatly surprised. He would not remember wrongly that on that rainy night, he was the one who rescued the dying dream demon from the streets outside the port. The only ship that docked that night was a cargo ship that came from the Johto area.

"Ma...Machi!"

Instinctively hugging Firion's arms tightly, the dream demon's voice was a little panicked, but extremely confident.

As it confirmed it, the picture began to flip, and the little dream monster shuttled through the woods, looking left and right, and finally walked to the edge of the endless sea.

Children are always curious and driven by the desire to explore the world, they boldly take the first step to "explore the world".

I don't know how long it took, but the monotonous blue had filled the entire field of vision. When it finally got tired of it and wanted to look back, the continent behind it was no longer visible.

The feeling of panic infected Firio who was watching all this and the dream demon who was "reliving the past".

The fear that had penetrated so deeply into the soul that even made the memory incomplete came back again.

"Crack!——"

At this moment, a loud thunder exploded, and dark lightning struck from the sky, landing squarely on the body of the dream demon, scaring it so much that it shivered and trembled in Firio's arms.

It has completely remembered the experience.

It was this lightning that allowed it to cross countless years and arrive at the dark cargo ship's hold by chance, and then by accident it crossed the ocean and arrived in Carlos, thousands of miles away.

"Oh my... God..."

Although I have long known that the situation of the dream monster is different from that of other of its kind, when I really witnessed it all, the huge shock still made me speechless.

It was only at this moment that he realized what the "gift of history and life" that Xerneas had mentioned was.

My partner is not some paradoxical existence, but a real person who comes from a distant unknown time and space.

At such a young and tender age.

"Machi...Ma...Machi?!"

He had very little time to be surprised and digest the information. The dream demon, who had just recovered his memory from the long river of time, suddenly exclaimed.

Brilliant golden light shines on its surface, like a miniature sun.

The baptism of the runaway energy of time and space.

Xerneas's gift of life.

And... the call of ancient instinct.

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In a small village on the border of Padia, an old man who was dozing in a chair opened his eyes.

On her chest, a small pendant emitted a slightly dazzling colorful light.

A little turtle, as shiny as a crystal, appeared under the light, with a distant gaze, as if hiding the whole world.

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Countless coincidences have brought about an unprecedented transformation.

This is a gift, a gift from God, but also a trick of fate.

The blessing of Xerneas and the paradox of time fought each other, and the ancient savagery dormant deep in the soul also revived.

The battlefield is the small, fragile body of the nightmare monster.

In Area Zero, the dream demon is baptized by special energy and undergoes transformation.

"Is it...Flutter Hair?"

Firion murmured as he looked at the dream demon that was in a deep sleep and shining with golden light all over its body.

Faced with this shocking change that was completely beyond his cognition, he had a strange premonition.

He and his superpowers seem to be able to determine the outcome of this transformation - if he wants.

It was as if he was being asked to make a choice at a fork in the road.

Is it the extremely powerful fluttering hair, or the dream monster that carries countless experiences and memories, or the powerful Pokémon that exists in an unknown era.

Countless fragments of memory turned into high-speed silhouettes and flashed in my mind.

The disordered time and space fluctuated and shook again. The sea and forest in front of him and Caidou and Nemo who were eagerly waiting behind him all became distant at this moment, and the world returned to chaos.

In the darkness, a colorful glow pierced through the gloom, and a blurry picture appeared before his eyes.

......

......

In some distant or parallel time and space, a figure whose face could not be seen clearly but was definitely a human was standing in front of the equally shining dream demon.

The same chaos, but with different postures.

In his sight, the blurry figure was trembling slightly, not because of nervousness, but because of excitement.

It was an excitement of "finally getting what you wanted".

Inexplicably, Firio felt that the person... seemed to be himself, but not completely himself.

He could sense the other person's mood, as if he had lived in his brain.

He wanted to say something, but found that not only was he unable to move or open his mouth, even blinking his eyes became a luxury.

The still space and time, this time also included himself.

He also became a bystander outside of time.

The wide eyes reflected images from another world.

The blurry figure began to become clear, and the tall figure was highlighted by a black robe.

Arms stretched out, wanton and indifferent.

A hoarse voice shouted: "Go and embrace your true face, embrace your true strength and wildness, and for my dream and glory, spread your wings!"

"Maggie—"

Amid the painful roar, the petite figure began to grow larger.

Red horns and deep wings.

A past self dies in struggle and despair.

Instead, there is the awakening of rage and savagery.

"Shh-"

The colorful light around began to converge, and the ending of the story never came.

Fragments of time and space flashed by, and the picture stopped abruptly at a critical point.

"This……"

The "two worlds" one in front and one behind returned to his side again, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

But it is extremely real and is deeply engraved in the deepest part of the spiritual world.

He didn't know why or where this came from, but he felt a sense of relief and gratitude.

He subconsciously wiped his forehead, and fine beads of sweat completely soaked his palms, and a palpitation from the depths of his soul came over him.

Looking at the dream demon sleeping in the shining light, thinking of the lost figure, feeling fortunate that it no longer existed, anger began to boil.

There was no object and no reason. It was just a story that happened somewhere unknown, but it made him feel uncontrollable indignation.

“Are you kidding me?!”

As he roared, the glow of superpowers rose from his body, breaking through the barriers of time and space and blooming with unprecedented gorgeous colors.

In the deepest part of the spiritual world, the only remaining "pure land" - the last part of the dormant spiritual power quietly awakens.

It is no longer a "simulation", but a completely new form.

A force that is enough to turn everything around.

"Power and glory are ridiculous things! Go do what you really want to do, and I will... support you without reservation!"

The flowing superpowers penetrated into the body of the dream demon like an invisible river.

The dazzling golden light receded like the tide, and was replaced by colorful fluorescence that symbolized bond and rebirth.

The emotions of joy and attachment were transmitted to Firio's heart along the colorful bridge of light.

The connection of life penetrates the barriers of time, space and all things, locking the two hearts tightly together.

The pointed horns on the top of the head retracted into the body, and the long hair that almost turned into wings slowly retracted.

The atria connected by blood are like two hearts beating at the same time in the chest, like heavy drum beats in the body, the hot blood surges up and rushes straight to the head.

The shadows of antiquity and paradox vanished before my eyes, as if they had never appeared.

The present moment and true existence return to the present world as if they had never left.

The bright eyes that once shone with agility and cunning slowly opened.

Everything is the same as before.

And yet everything seems very different.

Because it has no spirit.

"...Little dream demon."

Firion called out tentatively, the tension in his heart reaching its peak.

The Pokémon in front of him hung motionless in mid-air, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, as if...

He had no idea who the human in front of him was.

"!"

Firion's eyes widened, his heart trembling.

As the saying goes, caring too much will lead to confusion. This is the case.

Just as he opened his mouth slightly and wanted to speak but couldn't, the dream demon blinked and the familiar light flashed again.

"Machi~!"

The joyful cry was filled with the secret joy of having its plan succeeded. Before Firion could react, the dream demon's figure disappeared in an instant.

When she appeared again, she was like a young swallow flying into the forest, throwing herself into Firion's arms and knocking him heavily to the invisible "ground".

It was a chaos, filled with unknown fear, but Firion's arms were like steel, holding the nightmare demon tightly against his chest, not daring to let go for even a moment.

It was as if if I loosened my grip even a little, the companion whose life I entrusted to you would disappear into thin air like sand on your fingertips.

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After a long time, after confirming that everything before his eyes was not an illusion, but a reality within reach, the taut string in Filio's heart suddenly loosened, fatigue surged all over his body like a tide, and the muscles in his arms also felt sore.

"You really... scared me... I really thought you were no longer yourself. How can you take such a joke?"

Feeling the softness and warmth in his arms, Firio's voice was full of fear, and even had a hint of crying.

It was the first time he felt that a prank was such a terrible thing.

"Ma~chi~!"

The charming call is mixed with thousands of thoughts, which are enough to turn steel into soft silk.

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