Pokémon: Day Bringer

The morning arrived, as the Doctor looked at him, as he was dismissed as Whitney took him to his room, as he went to his house.

From what he learned his parents runned a powerful Pokémon company, so they were on a trip, so he was only alone he opened the door to his house he wnet to his room and saw a computer.

Haru looked at the computer and sighed. "Will here I go".

30 minutes later.

Haru just sighed, he had finally figured out how to open a damm computer, but it didn't matter much to him as he looked at the computer, he then moved the mouse and tapped Delphox net, he tapped the icon as he looked at search engine.

Haru just sighed. "Let's see what I can learn about will everything and how long has it been, what year is it, The Current year is 1999 so what happened before it".

Haru stared at the screen, his mind still a swirl of confusion and conflicting memories. The soft hum of the computer in the quiet room was the only sound that accompanied his thoughts as he stared at the search engine. 1999, the year. It felt so... far removed from the time he had once known. His fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment, but then he typed anyway.

"History of Unova, and the events leading to the Pokémon League."

The search results popped up, and Haru clicked on the first link, hoping to piece together the world he had been thrust into. The familiar ache of his past life was still there, gnawing at him, but there was no time for that now. He needed to understand the now.

As the page loaded, Haru's eyes skimmed the words, his mind soaking them in like a sponge.

The History of Unova and the Pokémon League

Unova, once a peaceful region, had been torn apart by war many years ago. The conflict had raged for decades, involving fierce battles between two powerful factions: one led by the powerful and legendary dragon, Reshiram, and the other by Zekrom.

Haru's eyes widened as the words hit him. Zekrom. The name stirred something deep within him, memories flashing like lightning through his mind—the battle, the brother, the promises, and then the quiet loneliness that had followed. Haru clenched his fists at his sides, trying to suppress the painful flood of memories that surged to the surface.

The article continued.

The war ended with the defeat of one of the brothers, but it was only the beginning of the Pokémon League era. It is said that the League itself was formed to unite the people of Unova, bringing stability and peace once more. But with the passage of time, the details of the war have faded into myth, and the names of those involved are slowly forgotten.

Haru felt a sinking feeling in his chest. The brothers… He had heard whispers of them, seen their dragons battle in his mind, felt their power surge through him in moments of clarity. But the truth? The history of Unova's greatest war? It was slipping away, just like his memories.

He continued reading, each word deepening the sense of unease that had settled within him.

While the League itself had become a place of friendly competition and respect, the war had left its scars. The people of Unova still remember the two powerful beings, but only as legends—myths of a time long gone.

Haru rubbed his eyes. So it's been years. Maybe decades. And yet... it all feels so familiar. Like it's part of me, part of who I was. But where do I fit in all of this?

The search page shifted to a timeline of Unova's history, highlighting major events in the Pokémon League and the world beyond. Haru's gaze snapped to a date.

1999 - Current Year: The Legacy of the Harmonia Family

Haru's heart skipped a beat as he read the words. His eyes narrowed.

The Harmonia family, a wealthy and influential Pokémon family, is known for their role in founding several powerful companies in the Unova region. However, their history is clouded with secrecy, and little is known about their true impact on the history of Unova's war or the Pokémon League itself. The family's disappearance from public view coincided with the final years of the war.

Haru's breath hitched. He sat back in the chair, his mind racing. The Harmonia family. My family.

He had heard the name before, but it was never something he paid much attention to. Now, it was impossible to ignore. The connection between his name and the family's history seemed too strong to be a coincidence.

Suddenly, another search result caught his eye. The title was bold and ominous:

The Harmonia Legacy: The Lost Heir

Haru clicked on the link, his pulse quickening. As the page loaded, he saw a series of images—old photographs of a family, some familiar faces, and a mysterious person in the background, obscured by shadows. The article below described the disappearance of a young heir to the Harmonia family. It spoke of strange occurrences surrounding their sudden disappearance during the final days of the war, and how their legacy had been lost in the annals of history.

The page ended with a chilling sentence: "The lost heir is said to have vanished into the very heart of the war, never to be seen again. Or so history believes."

Haru sat frozen. The last part of that sentence echoed in his mind, repeating over and over like a mantra: "The lost heir is said to have vanished…"

His heart hammered in his chest, and for the first time, he realized something. He couldn't ignore the truth anymore. He had been reincarnated into this world, but more importantly, his past life was somehow intertwined with the very fabric of this region, the history of the war, and the lost legacy of the Harmonia family.

But who was the heir? Was it him?

Before he could dive deeper into those thoughts, a soft knock on his door broke his concentration. Haru quickly closed the computer, his thoughts scattered, but his resolve hardening.

"Come in."

The door opened, and Whitney stepped inside, her usual cheerful expression softening when she saw the serious look on his face.

"Hey, are you alright?" she asked gently, concern in her voice.

Haru looked at her, still trying to process everything. "Yeah, just... thinking."

Whitney smiled, but there was something else in her eyes, something that made Haru wonder if she knew more than she was letting on.

"Well," she said, walking toward him with a light-hearted tone, "I brought you something. A little welcome home gift."

Haru raised an eyebrow. "What's that?"

She held out a small, wrapped package. "It's nothing much, but I thought you might need it."

He took the gift, unwrapping it carefully. Inside, there was a small, intricate keychain with the symbol of a dragon on it—one that looked eerily similar to Reshiram.

Haru's eyes widened as he held the keychain in his hand. The symbol of Reshiram...

"Why... why this?" Haru whispered, as the weight of the moment settled on him.

Whitney gave him a puzzled look. "I don't know. It just felt right."

For a brief moment, their eyes met, and something unspoken passed between them—something Haru couldn't quite explain, but it was as if the past was reaching out, intertwining their fates once more.

As Haru gazed at the keychain, his mind swirling with memories of Reshiram and Zekrom, of battles and brothers torn apart, he knew one thing for certain.

The past was not done with him. It had only just begun.

Few hourse later, Haru was done with his resource as he sighed.

Haru just spoke to him self, Whitney has already left. "So it not like Pokémon can Remeber only 4 moves, they can remember more then last as many as a Pokémon wants, but to keep the battles regulated the league put the 4 moves rules".

Haru then just sighed as he sat his bed. "still, I would think my or my brother men keeping our names and not letting history forget it, I mean I used Zekrom for Arceus shake".

Haru leaned back against his bed, the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the window. The room was quiet, save for the occasional rustling of the night breeze. His fingers idly traced patterns on the fabric of the blanket as he continued his internal monologue.

"Zekrom..." he muttered under his breath, the name carrying the weight of his past. His mind wandered back to the memories—fractured and fleeting—of a life where he wielded unimaginable power and fought battles that shaped the course of history. The thought of those days filled him with a mix of pride and bitterness.

"To think that the world would let that be forgotten," he said, his voice tinged with frustration. "My brother and I... We weren't just warriors; we were symbols. And yet, now, I'm sitting here in a world where people only remember our dragons as myths and legends. Where did it all go wrong?"

He stared at the ceiling, the weight of his reincarnated existence pressing down on him. "Still, this League's four-move rule is... stupid. Pokémon are capable of so much more. Limiting them like that—it's like chaining a bird and asking it to fly."

Haru let out another sigh, his thoughts circling back to Whitney. Her presence, her energy—it was grounding in a way he didn't expect. Yet it also reminded him of what he had lost, of the people who might never return to him.

He clenched his fists, a newfound resolve hardening in his chest. "If I'm here, if Zekrom's name still echoes in my memory, then maybe I've been given another chance. A chance to make sure history doesn't forget. A chance to reclaim what was lost."

His gaze drifted to the computer, still humming softly on the desk. The wealth of knowledge he had unearthed was only the beginning. There was so much more he needed to learn, so much more he needed to do.

"And if the League's rules stand in the way..." Haru smirked, a glint of determination in his eyes. "Then I'll rewrite the rules. I'll make sure this world remembers who I am—and who I was."

He leaned back, staring at the moon once more. Its light seemed to shine brighter tonight, as if encouraging him, urging him forward.

"Zekrom, my brother, our legacy..." he whispered, the words carrying a weight that only he could understand. "This time, I won't let it fade away."

Haru stood by the window, gazing out at the quiet streets bathed in moonlight. The faint hum of life outside seemed almost soothing, but inside, his mind was a storm of purpose.

"Zekrom..." he murmured, the name holding an almost sacred weight. "I will find you again, no matter what it takes. Unova is where it all began, and where it will begin again." His gaze sharpened. "If the bond we shared still exists, you'll be waiting for me."

He clenched his fist, his determination igniting like a flame. His thoughts drifted to Whitney—the vibrant, energetic girl who reminded him so much of Raven. It couldn't be a coincidence. Reincarnation was real, and if he was proof, then perhaps his past companions were somewhere out there, too.

A smirk formed on his lips. "If the others are here, I'll find them. No matter how long it takes or how far I have to go. My harem will be whole again," he declared. "Whitney is the first piece of the puzzle. Raven or not, she's mine."

Haru turned away from the window and began pacing the room, his mind racing. "But first things first. I can't take on the world empty-handed. If I'm going to achieve anything, I need Pokémon—strong ones." He paused, his hand brushing against the desk. "Tomorrow. I'll start building my team tomorrow."

He looked around his room, the faint familiarity of his surroundings grounding him in this new life. Despite the strangeness of it all, the clarity of his purpose gave him comfort. This was his second chance, and he wasn't going to waste it.

Haru headed to his bed, lying down as he stared at the ceiling. "Two goals," he muttered. "Get Zekrom back and find the reincarnations of everyone who mattered. The rest of the world can wait."

With that, he closed his eyes, letting his resolve solidify as sleep began to claim him. Tomorrow would be the start of everything.

To be continued

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