Pokémon: Day Bringer

The sky was dark, heavy with storms, as rain poured down in torrents. Thunder roared above, and flames consumed the battlefield below. Two vast armies clashed in chaos, their Pokémon fighting with unmatched ferocity. Trainers fell alongside their partners, their cries lost in the storm of war.

At the heart of the battlefield stood two figures, their gazes locked in exhaustion and determination. Beside each of them towered legendary dragons: one cloaked in the shadows of black, and the other radiating the brilliance of white.

The two brothers—once allies, now sworn enemies—stood on opposite sides of this forgotten war. Their dragons roared, their voices shaking the heavens, and launched themselves into a climactic battle that would decide the fate of Unova.

Lightning struck the ground with blinding force.

And then, silence.

Present Day

Gasping for air, a young man jolted awake, his chest heaving as though he'd been running for miles. His body was drenched in sweat, his heart pounding like a drum. He blinked, disoriented, and his reflection in a nearby mirror caught his eye.

The boy staring back at him was unfamiliar yet familiar all the same. Black hair, sharp black eyes, and fair skin—he looked Korean, or perhaps something else entirely. He was wearing a hospital gown, and his body felt strange, weaker than it should have been.

His legs trembled as he tried to stand, stumbling back onto the bed. Before he could try again, the door burst open, and a nurse rushed in, her eyes wide with shock.

"You're awake!" she exclaimed, before quickly running out to call for a doctor.

Moments later, a doctor arrived, his expression a mixture of disbelief and relief. He checked the boy's vitals, his hands steady but his voice betraying his amazement.

"You actually woke up," the doctor said, his tone filled with wonder.

The boy frowned, confused. "What do you mean?"

The doctor leaned back, studying him carefully. "You've been unconscious for days after being struck by lightning. I've seen a lot in my career, but this… this is different. Half the ground where you were found was turned to ash. Pokémon lightning is one thing, but this…" He trailed off, shaking his head. "Do you remember anything? Your name?"

The boy pressed a hand to his head as flashes of memories overwhelmed him—two lives, two worlds, colliding in his mind. The weight of it made him dizzy, but one truth stood out among the chaos.

He looked up at the doctor, his voice steady despite the confusion.

"My name Ethan Haru Bit… Last name, Harmonia."

The doctor checked his notes, his brow furrowed with concentration. "Yeah, it matches with the notes we have. You should sit down and take it slow while we run some tests to check for any lingering damage."

Haru nodded, still trying to piece together the fractured memories in his head. He looked at the doctor, his voice steady but filled with confusion. "Where… where am I?"

The doctor adjusted his glasses, studying Haru carefully before answering. "You're in Goldenrod City, in Johto."

Goldenrod City.

The name struck a chord deep within Haru. It felt familiar—too familiar. Like he had spent his entire life here, even though he knew that couldn't be true. He nodded slowly. "Thanks… and, uh…"

Before the conversation could continue, loud voices from outside the room interrupted them.

"Ma'am, you can't just go in there!"

"Move aside! You said he's awake, and I need to see him. Is he okay?!"

"Ma'am, please, being the Gym Leader doesn't mean you can—"

The door burst open, cutting off the protest. A girl stormed in, her presence filling the room with a vibrant energy. She was around Haru's age, her pink hair framing her determined face. She wore a white shirt with gold buttons and red stripes running along the sleeves and down the middle. Denim shorts, long black-and-blue striped socks, and red-and-white shoes completed her look. A red wristband adorned her right arm.

[ Insert Image of Whitney ]

The doctor stepped back in surprise as the girl locked eyes with Haru.

Her presence triggered a flicker of something in Haru's mind—a fleeting image of a girl with pink hair. The name slipped out of his mouth in a whisper, almost involuntarily. "Raven…"

Whitney rushed to his side, her concern evident. "Hey, are you okay? You're not too hurt, are you?"

Haru stared at her, his mind reeling. Memories flashed like a storm: two children playing, growing up together, sharing laughs and tears. The scenes felt vivid yet distant, like they belonged to another life entirely.

His black eyes met her bright pink ones, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

"I'm okay," he said finally, his voice steady but filled with an undertone of uncertainty.

Whitney studied him carefully, her worry softening into a small smile. "You better be. You scared everyone, you know."

Haru gave a faint nod, his mind still swimming with unanswered questions. Who was she to him in this life? And why did her presence stir memories of someone he thought he'd left behind long ago?

Whitney pulled a chair next to Haru's bed and plopped down with a mixture of exhaustion and relief. Her usual cheerful demeanor was still present, but it was clear that worry had been eating at her.

"You had us all scared, Haru," she began, folding her arms. "What were you even doing outside during a thunderstorm? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

Haru blinked, caught off guard by her familiarity. He opened his mouth to respond but found himself struggling. The flashes of memory were too jarring. One moment, she was a close friend from childhood; the next, she was a stranger he couldn't place in his current reality.

"I… I don't know," he admitted, shaking his head slightly. "I don't even remember what happened."

Whitney's expression softened, and she reached out to take his hand. "Well, whatever happened, I'm just glad you're okay. You've been out cold for days, you know. The doctors didn't even know if you'd wake up."

"Days?" Haru echoed, his brow furrowing. That explained the disorientation, but it didn't account for the storm of memories and emotions swirling inside him.

Whitney nodded. "Yeah. They said it was some kind of miracle that you didn't get seriously hurt. I mean, Haru, you were hit by lightning! Half the ground around you was scorched, but here you are, alive and… mostly well."

Haru's fingers instinctively moved to his chest, as if searching for a mark or a wound, but there was nothing. No burns, no scars—nothing to indicate he had been struck by something so deadly.

"That's… strange," he murmured, his voice barely audible.

Whitney leaned closer, concern returning to her face. "Haru, are you sure you're okay? You look like you're a million miles away."

Haru hesitated before replying. "It's just… my head. It's like I'm remembering things that don't make sense. Like… two different lives at the same time."

Whitney tilted her head, her pink hair swaying. "Two lives? What are you talking about?"

He looked into her eyes, debating whether to explain. But before he could decide, the door swung open again, and a nurse stepped in with a clipboard.

"Excuse me, Gym Leader Whitney, but we need to run some tests on Mr. Bit," the nurse said politely but firmly.

Whitney sighed, standing up reluctantly. "Alright, fine. But I'm coming back later to check on you, okay?"

Haru nodded, watching as she left the room. The moment the door closed behind her, he exhaled deeply, sinking back into the pillows.

The nurse approached, her movements efficient but kind. "Alright, Mr. Bit. We're just going to do a quick check-up. Nothing to worry about."

As she prepared the equipment, Haru's mind drifted again. The memories of the battle between the two dragons—the black and white—surfaced once more. He could hear the roars of Zekrom and Reshiram, the clash of their overwhelming power, and the anguished cries of two brothers torn apart by their ideals.

And then, there was the name that echoed in his mind: Harmonia.

After the tests were done and the nurse left, Haru found himself alone in the room. He stared at the ceiling, his thoughts racing.

Why am I here? What happened to me? And why does Whitney feel so familiar?

A faint warmth flickered in his chest, and he instinctively placed a hand over it. For a brief moment, he thought he saw something—an outline of a black dragon's claw in his mind's eye.

Zekrom…

Haru's eyes widened as realization began to dawn on him.

I'm not just Haru Bit… I'm the one who stood with Zekrom. I'm the brother who chose ideals.

His heart raced as he pieced it together. This wasn't just reincarnation—it was a second chance.

But for what?

And as if to answer his question, a deep, rumbling voice resonated faintly in his mind.

"We are not finished yet…"

Haru gasped, sitting upright as the lights in the room flickered briefly. Whatever this new life held, one thing was clear: his past wasn't as far behind him as he thought.

After a while the doctor let him go, as they sent him back to his room, Haru sat on the hospital bed, the faint hum of medical equipment filling the room. The earlier encounters with Whitney and the doctor had left him feeling even more disoriented. Two sets of memories clashed in his mind—one from a life he barely recognized in Goldenrod City and another of ancient battles, dragons, and ideals.

He rubbed his temples, trying to make sense of it all.

Why do I remember two lives? Who am I?

Unable to bear the confusion, he laid back and closed his eyes, willing himself to find clarity. As his mind drifted, the world around him seemed to fade away.

Haru opened his eyes and found himself standing in a surreal landscape. The ground beneath his feet was smooth and reflective, like a giant mirror stretching endlessly in all directions. Above him, a sky of shifting colors swirled, crackling faintly with electricity.

"What is this place?" he whispered.

As he walked, his footsteps echoed unnaturally, and a strange sensation tugged at him. His feet led him forward until he stumbled upon a curious sight: two massive rivers.

One river was dark, its surface rippling with black energy that shimmered like polished obsidian. The other was pure white, glowing faintly with a soft radiance that seemed almost alive. The two rivers flowed in opposite directions, parallel to each other, as if destined never to meet.

But then, in the middle of this bizarre landscape, the rivers did the impossible—they connected. The convergence was abrupt and unnatural, as though forced together by some immense power. At the very point of connection, a crackling lightning symbol floated above the water, pulsing with energy.

Haru approached cautiously, drawn to the symbol like a moth to a flame.

"What is this…?" he muttered, kneeling to examine the rivers more closely.

The black river carried flashes of memory—his past life as one of the two brothers who had chosen ideals and sided with Zekrom. He saw the battles, the fiery arguments with his brother, the roars of the dragons, and the catastrophic war that followed.

The white river, in contrast, showed memories of his current life. Growing up in Goldenrod City, his friends, Whitney's laughter, the familiar streets, and the life he had built in Johto.

As he stared at the rivers, realization dawned on him.

"These are my lives… the past and the present," he whispered. "But why are they connected?"

A deep rumble echoed through the air, and Haru spun around. Standing at the edge of the rivers was a shadowy figure. It was humanoid but indistinct, like a silhouette outlined in flickering electricity.

"Who's there?" Haru called out, his voice trembling slightly.

The figure didn't respond directly but raised a hand, pointing toward the lightning symbol at the rivers' convergence.

"You are the bridge," the figure said, its voice reverberating like thunder. "The one who carries the burden of ideals and the weight of a second chance."

Haru took a step back, his heart racing. "What do you mean? Why me? Why do I remember both lives?"

The figure's eyes glowed faintly, and its voice grew softer but no less powerful.

"You chose ideals, yet the world was not ready for them. Now, the dragons stir once more, and the balance must be maintained. Truth and ideals must coexist, or chaos will reign."

Haru clenched his fists, frustration bubbling within him. "But I don't understand! Why give me a second chance? What am I supposed to do?"

The figure tilted its head, the lightning symbol above the rivers pulsing in time with its words.

"Find the answer within yourself. The rivers converge for a reason, but only you can decide the path forward."

Before Haru could ask anything more, the ground beneath him trembled, and the landscape began to blur. The figure faded into the distance, its final words echoing in Haru's mind:

"Awaken the dragons… and choose once more."

Haru's eyes shot open, his breathing ragged. He was back in the hospital room, his body drenched in sweat.

"The rivers… the lightning…" he muttered, gripping the sheets tightly. "I'm the bridge. But what does that even mean?"

His mind was a storm of questions, but one thing was clear: the connection between his past and present was no coincidence. Whatever was happening, the dragons—Zekrom and Reshiram—were at the center of it.

And Haru Bit, the boy who represented ideals, would have to face the truth once more.

To be continued

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