Disclaimer: I do not own pokemon, nor do I have anything to do with it. Ash, Pikachu, etc. are all property of other people (no matter how hard I wish...sigh...)



Ok, so you know me. Ash Ketchum. Heh, you all used to. I suppose you're wondering what I've been up to. Hell, it's so strange. I woke up in the middle of a burned out crater one day, and my life changed forever. Oh, of course you don't know what I mean. I haven't told anyone else, except those who ended up like me. Well, get comfortable, ok? It's gonna be a long story. It was about...oh, say...5 years ago. This is my story.

"Oh...what happened?"

This was the hoarse groan from a young teen. He was laying in a charred crater, his clothes burned, hair touseled, body bruised and scarred. He sat up painfully, and looked around. He could see nothing familiar...especially down in that crater. If he remembered anything at all. Most of his memories were gone. He stood on shakey legs.

"P-Pikachu?" he called tentively. There was no answer. Instead, his pokeballs fell off his belt, and burst open. His cherished friends of long since battles lay around him in various states of injury. The small yellow Pokemon got up.

"Piiiiiiika..." it strained out. The boy reached down to stroke its fur, then jerked his hand back, looking at it. He must've been seeing things. His hand had glowed slightly...

"Must be the concussion talking..." he murmered, then petted the Pikachu. Pikachu shrieked. He jerked his hand away again. No, there was no mistaking it this time. His hand HAD glowed! And what the...! Pikachu's wounds were healed...

"Did...I do that, Pikachu?" he asked. Pikachu didn't answer, just looked at him, awed. He didn't waste any time thinking about this strange occurence, he used it to his advantage instead, and healed the rest of his Pokemon.

"Let's try to get out of here, Pikachu." the boy said, returning the last Pokemon to its ball. Pikachu jumped up onto the boys shoulder. He dug his fingers into the sides of the crater, and kicked foot holds in. He began to climb. It hurt both his hands on feet, and strained his muscles, but he was soon out. He lay, panting at the top on the edge. He felt warm all over, and looked at his hands in amazement. They had been torn and bleeding a minute ago, but now they were completely healed. He got up.

"L-let's go..." he said shakily. Pikachu agreed.

As they walked further and further from the crater, they could see that they were in the middle of what had been a battle field of some kind. The further they went, they could see burned trees and plants, and knew this had to had been a forest. They came out of the forest, and slipped on...glass?? They got up and looked around. There were patches of glass amoung sand dunes near an ocean. Something hot enough had changed the sand into glass in large patches. He fell to his hands and knees as he fell once again. He caught a look at himself in the reflective surface. His face was bruised and burned lightly brown in patches. His black hair stuck out at odd angles, and fell across one eye. And his eyes...they seemed to change. He dug around in his backpack and pulled out a small mirror, looked, and dropped the mirror with a scream. It shattered on the hard glass. His eyes WERE changing! They were constantly shifting colours; red, blue, yellow, green, purple, grey, black, brown, and any colour between. In the shards of mirror, he could see the shifting slowing down until they stayed on a sort of blue-brown colour with hints of a golden yellow.

"What's happening to me?" he whispered, holding his head as it began to throb. Pikachu shivered, and hid in the boys backpack. The boy threw his head back and screamed, his eyes changing to bright red.

"What's happening to me?!"

He got up and ran, leaving the mirror shards behind as the only evidence that someone had been there at all.