While the Pokémon grew accustomed to the environment and continued to make it thrive, Daniel decided the to grow more familiar with his new abilities.
Looking up, he noticed Rayquaza looking out at the growing forest with wonder. "Go and take a look, help the others if you can." Rayquaza, seemingly knocked out of his daze, nudged appreciatingly against Daniel and then flew off into the forest.
Sitting down at the lakeside, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He focused, coming to understand all his new powers. It was as if he always could. Like when you're born, you aren't taught how to breathe, you just do it.
He could picture every pokemon, separate them by type, by power, by evolution, by age, anything. The Pokémon that he'd summoned to help him with the environment were all adults that had reached the peak that a wild version of their species could. And he could summon an infinite amount of almost any type. With Pokémon that were considered "legendary" or "mythical," he could only summon a single legend or mythic Pokémon respectively.
He realized that he may have been a little too hasty in summoning Rayquaza. Now he new that he wouldn't be able to summon any more legendaries. It was too late for regrets though, and the bond that he'd already made with Rayquaza caused Daniel to be happy with his decision, no matter how spontaneous it was.
Moving on, he realized that even questions about Pokémon that he had in his past life, he suddenly new the answer too. He knew everything about them.
It was as if he was Arceus himself, the creator of pokemon. Only he couldn't summon any Pokémon that hadn't been created by Arceus himself..... meaning he couldn't summon any man made pokemon such as Mewtwo. A shame, but it is what it is.
Broadening his imagination, soon he realized he could pull any pokemon he'd summoned back into a Pokéball, as long as he was within a close distance to them. Along with this, he noticed he could create Pokéballs. And not just Pokéballs, but items like the ones used in the shows and games too.
For the adult pokemon that had a good relationship with him, he could relay his intentions too them telepathically as long as they remained loyal to him. It turns out if treated poorly, they show Daniel the same treatment and may even attack him. Which he completely understood, not intending on doing so.
As for the ones that aren't fully grown, couldn't mentally communicate in the same way quite yet. They were to young and too carefree to care about such things.
"Isn't this a little too much? I feel as if I could take over the world if I really wanted too considering I can summon godlike beings.
I don't really have that desire though. I just want to show this world the joys of Pokémon. But if anyone tries to take advantage of Pokémon or mistreats them, they'll have to face the consequences. I don't care who it is, a noble, a king, an emperor, even a god, they better not cross the line." He pledged to himself.
Opening his eyes with a newfound determination, Daniel realized that the sun was setting. Sighing, He got up and started to wander the forest, approving of its progress so far. After checking on Torterra and the others, he decided to get some sleep.
Soon he found himself being cuddled by many pokemon while lying on the forest floor slowly dozing off to sleep as the moon shown through the canopy above.
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The town of Nahir sat at the edge of a sprawling forest, a cluster of stone houses and narrow cobblestone streets winding through the heart of the valley. It was a quiet, unassuming place, where life moved slowly, and the people were content to live off the land. But recently, rumors had started to spread about a nearby forest. Rumors of strange creatures, of magic unlike anything anyone had ever seen.
It began with whispers from the passing merchants, who returned with wild stories of glimpses from the edge of the woods, of towering beasts and shimmering, serpentine dragons that soared through the sky. Some spoke of seeing animals that resembled creatures from old tales, but with features that defied reason: bugs the size of a mans head, or wolves whose howls controlled the earth. The more superstitious among them claimed the forest was haunted, that it had become the domain of some otherworldly force.
When the stories reached the town council, there was no question that action needed to be taken. If something dangerous was brewing in the forest, it threatened Nahir's way of life. So, they sent word to the local lord, and in response, a small company of soldiers was dispatched to investigate the strange happenings.
Captain Valen stood at the head of the group, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword as he surveyed the dense forest that loomed before them. His expression was grim, his sharp eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of movement. He had heard the rumors, of course. Stories of creatures unlike anything known in the land. But Valen was not a man to be swayed by mere gossip. He was a soldier, a man of duty, and his task was clear: investigate, and if necessary, eliminate the threat.
Behind him, six soldiers, each seasoned in battle, stood ready. They were equipped with short swords, bows, and thick leather armor, prepared for whatever dangers the forest might hold. The men exchanged nervous glances, clearly unsettled by the task ahead. Even the most hardened among them couldn't help but feel a sliver of fear at the unknown.
"Captain," one of the soldiers, a young man spoke up, his voice barely hiding his unease. "What do you think we'll find in there?"
Valen didn't answer immediately. His gaze remained fixed on the forest's edge, where the trees stood like sentinels, towering and ancient. The air was still, unnaturally so, as if the forest itself were holding its breath.
"We'll find the truth," Valen said at last. "And if there is a threat, we'll deal with it."
The man nodded, though his apprehension didn't fade. The other men shifted uneasily, their weapons held a little tighter than before. They had faced bandits, wild beasts, even other soldiers, but this? This was different.
"Move out," Valen ordered, his voice cutting through the tense air. "Stay close, and keep your eyes sharp."
With that, the group ventured into the forest, the thick canopy quickly swallowing them in shadows. The sounds of the winds faded behind them, replaced by the rustling of leaves and the occasional call of distant animals. The deeper they went, the more foreign the forest seemed. The trees were massive, their bark dark and gnarled, and the undergrowth was thick with vines and strange, colorful plants that none of them recognized.
The men moved carefully, their eyes darting around at every noise. It wasn't long before they noticed that the usual signs of life, the chatter of birds, the scurrying of small animals, were absent. Instead, the forest felt… alive in a different way. There was a strange hum in the air, a pulsing energy that made the hair on the back of their necks stand on end.
After nearly an hour of silent marching, they came across their first sign of something unusual. In a clearing, surrounded by thick ferns and towering trees, stood a pond of crystal-clear water. But what drew their attention was the creature resting at the water's edge.
"By the gods…" one of the soldiers muttered.
The creature was unlike anything they had ever seen—a sleek, blue, reptilian beast with fins and a long, graceful tail. It was curled lazily by the water, its wet skin shimmering in the sunlight. At first, it didn't notice the soldiers, its attention focused on the pond, occasionally dipping its tail into the water, sending ripples across the surface.
Valen held up a hand, signaling for the men to stop. His heart raced in his chest as he studied the creature, his mind struggling to comprehend what he was seeing. This wasn't a beast from their world—it was something else entirely, something magical.
The creature suddenly lifted its head, its large, intelligent eyes locking onto the group. For a moment, the soldiers froze, every muscle in their bodies tensing. The creature regarded them calmly, almost curiously, before slowly rising to its feet. It moved with a grace that belied its size, and as it stepped toward them, the water around its feet seemed to swirl and rise.
"Steady!" Valen barked, his hand tightening around the hilt of his sword.
But the creature made no aggressive move. Instead, it tilted its head as if considering them. Then, with a sudden leap, it darted into the pond and disappeared beneath the water's surface, leaving the soldiers standing in stunned silence.
"What in the name of—" the youngest soldier began, but Valen cut him off.
"Quiet," Valen said, his eyes narrowing. He looked around the clearing, his instincts telling him that they were not alone. And sure enough, from the trees above, there was movement. Several shapes darted between the branches—small, quick, and silent. Valen's hand went to his sword again, but before he could draw it, a voice rang out.
"Who are you?"
The voice was calm, yet commanding, and it seemed to come from everywhere at once. The soldiers whipped their heads around, trying to locate the source, but there was no one in sight.
"We're here on behalf of the town of Nahir," Valen called out, his tone measured. "We mean no harm. We're investigating reports of strange creatures in this forest."
There was a pause, then the voice spoke again. "Strange to you, perhaps. But you're also strange to them."
A figure stepped out from the shadows of the trees, a young man with dark hair and a confident demeanor. He wore simple, practical clothes, but there was something about him. An aura of authority, of calm control.
Valen was about to respond but his words got caught in his throat. Raw terror enveloped him. Not because of the man, but because of the creature that just appeared from behind him. It could only be described as a massive black-scaled dragon, its serpentine body coiling through the air like a ribbon of night.