Pokemon: Ultra

As I left my last class for the day, I decided to walk home.

Life has been getting too boring for me. Everyday, I have to go to my college , learn, and go home to study or do homework. It'll all be worth it though in the end.

I miss the days when I was a kid. Just wondering around without a clue, having all the time in the world. I kinda resented myself as a kid for not training any particular skills.

As a kid, if you put your mind to something to learn a skill, by the time you're an adult, you would probably have mastered the skill.

As I made it home, I got on my Pc and began indulging in my most favorite franchise, "Pokemon".

Ever since I was a little boy, I have been in love with Pokemon. I still remember the day my late father bought me Pokemon FireRed as a Christmas gift.

I played with it for months. It would have taken me less time but I got stuck in places like Rock Tunnel. Not having Flash was a nightmare.

I finished the game the week before the next Christmas, which was when my father than brought me Pokemon Ruby and Sapphire..

Ever since then, I have been following the franchise all the way until Scarlet and Violet. It's pretty much a tradition to play through the games. It was like my way of remembering my dad.

Pokemon definitely had fallen off in terms of enjoyment for me. I guess I just got older and the easy game-play doesn't satisfy me. My favorite game had to be Pokemon Black and White 2.

It was challenging and had a great story while also having a fun post game. The Pokemon World Tournement, featuring past region's great trainers was fun to play.

The Pokemon anime also ended on a high note. Ash finally became the World's strongest trainer, finally putting an end to the 26 year old series.

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After hours, having spend enough time on my computer, I decided I was done with today and went to bed to sleep.

I got into bed and tried to get comfortable. As my mind drifted to sleep, there was only one thing on my mind. It was Pokemon.

It only took a few minutes for my mind to fully drift to sleep. Tomorrow, I'll have to go to school all over again. Or will I?

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As I woke up, I felt unnaturally dizzy. I don't remember drinking last night, so what happened to me?

As I got up, I gained a sense of panic. This wasn't my room. More importantly though, I wasn't myself.

My room was big as hell. It was highly decorated and just gave off "generational wealth" vibes. One thing I noticed was a crazy amount of Pokemon plushies I had in my room.

The other crazy thing is this was not my body. I hadn't looked in a mirror yet but I didn't need that to know I wasn't normal. My height, and the small proportions of my body made me 100% look like a kid.

I was freaking out. I wanted to think this was a dream but it just didn't feel like it. I pinched myself over and over to no avail.

" Aster, can you please come down", an unidentified voice echoed through the house and into my room.

A pain jolted coursed through my head. I clutched my head with my two hands, falling down onto my knees. Memories were flashing in my head with unrivaled speed, giving me an extensive biography.

I was Aster Morningstar. My father, Darren Morningstar is the current owner of Silph Co. We were one of the richest families in the world. I was currently 5 years old.

We live in Kanto, more specifically in Saffron City. My father always wanted to be as close as he can to the heart of his company. The big thing I got from this though, is I'm in the Pokemon world.

As I got up, the weight of this really hit me.

Being in the Pokemon world would be kind of scary. The wilds being roamed by such strong beasts are insane. It's like a world full of cryptics with mystical powers. I still want to be a trainer though. It seemed like the old Aster didn't want to.

No need to worry about spilled milk. I need to pull myself together and at normal to my new parents.

I got dressed before walking downstairs to my parents. Our house really was huge as hell. Way better than my old poor life.

It seems I inherited the memories of Astar Morningstar. It's just that the oldest memories hurt to think about. That came in clutch with knowing the house layout.

I made it to the living room in which I saw my two parents.

My dad, Darren Morningstar look very imposing, but not in a strength way.

He was a very tall man, capable of towering over the normal adult. He already had his jet black suit on when it was only 8:00 in the morning. His white hair was slicked back, and it made him look all the better.

Everything about the man exuded confidence and badassery.

My eyes wandered over to my mom.

My mom, now Bella Morningstar, was much younger than my dad. She is now 31 years old . Her jet black hair suited her the most, as it added another layer of intrigue to her. Her obsidian colored dress hugged her curves perfectly. Truly a beauty for all eyes.

The age difference between the two was palpable, but from my memories, I could tell they were a match made in heaven. Two of the most intimidating people I have ever seen.

" Aster, we wanted to talk to you about something", Bella decided to talk out first to me, smiling widely." Your father and I have an announcement to make".

My eyes were lit with suspension. What could it be?

" Your father has finally decided..... to let you shadow him at Silph Co. and all his endeavors", My mother shouted, putting his hands up in the air in some grand gesture.

"Not in those clothes, you aren't", my father coldly added in.

I guess this is my new life now.