It had been two weeks since Ethan first met Whitney, and in that time, the two had gotten along surprisingly well.
Maybe too well.
Whitney had started clinging to him whenever she saw him—holding his hand, sitting next to him, or following him like a little Skitty.
It reminded Ethan of the words Arceus told him before his reincarnation:
("Ah, yes. That. It means you can have multiple soulmates. Girls will be more… naturally drawn to you. Emotionally, spiritually, even romantically. You won't have to chase them—they'll come to you.")
Remembering that made him groan internally.
He really hoped it wasn't affecting Whitney already. Thankfully, Kitsu didn't seem affected at all, which gave him some relief.
Kitsu also had gotten a Evee as a pet, and then evolved by accident.
As for what Ethan was doing today—well, it was something unusual for a four-year-old.
He was meditating.
Flat on his back, eyes closed, lying perfectly still on his bed.
It looked like he was napping, but in reality, he was trying to access something much deeper—something Arceus had mentioned briefly in his "gift list."
Dragon Force.
He didn't know exactly what it was, but if it was even half as powerful as it sounded, he wanted control over it early.
So he focused.
He slowed his breathing.
Emptied his thoughts.
Remembered what Aura users in his past life used to do—clear their minds until they felt nothing but the flow of life itself.
Minutes passed. Then—
A faint shimmer.
Something only visible to those who could sense energy.
A dark-purple aura began to leak from his small body, faint but unmistakably alive. It pulsed like a heartbeat, wild and ancient, carrying a pressure that didn't belong to a human child.
For a brief moment, Ethan's closed eyes glowed faintly—like dragonfire flickering behind his lids.
Ethan's eyes snapped open, his heart hammering in his chest.
For a moment, he thought he'd imagined it — that strange fluttering, like wings beating inside his ribcage. But no… he could still feel a faint echo of it, a presence moving, coiling, slithering through him like something alive.
A low hum resonated in his ears — soft at first, then sharper, like the whisper of wings cutting through air.
He flinched, clutching his shirt. "What the… was that?"
Then, as soon as he shifted his body — it stopped.
No more sound.
No more pulse.
Just the normal rhythm of his heart.
He sat up slowly, breathing hard, staring at his own hands.
"Okay," he muttered under his breath. "Note to self… don't move during meditation. I think I just scared whatever that was away."
His mind raced.
That wasn't Aura.
He could feel the difference — Aura was calm, balanced, connected to life around you.
But this… this was raw power.
Primal.
Draconic.
The same energy he'd seen radiating from Dragon-type Pokémon in his past life when they unleashed their full might.
He swallowed hard. "So this is… Dragon Force, huh?"
For the first time, he wasn't sure if he was more thrilled — or terrified.
Ethan looked at the Mirror and he saw it
Ethan blinked a few times, leaning closer to the mirror just to be sure.
For a split second, his reflection didn't even look like him.
His normally bright red eyes had turned into glowing, draconic slits of deep violet — the kind of eyes that screamed ancient power. The kind of eyes he'd only seen in Dragon Legends.
Then, just as fast as it appeared, the glow vanished, leaving only his regular red irises staring back.
"…well," he breathed out, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips, "that's cool."
He tilted his head, studying his reflection again. "Creepy… but cool."
A small spark of excitement flickered in his chest.
He didn't know how or why it happened — but whatever this Dragon Force was, it was definitely real.
And it was inside him.
He clenched his small fist, watching as a faint shimmer of purple light briefly danced along his knuckles.
"Okay," he muttered, "so… I can glow, I can hear wings, and I've got a dragon living rent-free in my soul. No big deal. Totally normal."
Just then, a voice came from behind the door.
"Ethan? Who are you talking to?"
Kitsu's voice. Curious.
Ethan froze.
"Oh no…" he whispered.
Kitsu opened the door, as she looked around, and as she looked at him, at first, Ethan expected her to say something about the faint purple glow around him, but she didn't say anything.
Either she couldn't see it, or was not saying anything about it, and Ethan didn't know which one was the answer.
Kitsu tilted her head, as she had done, checking their shared room. "Who were you taking to?".
Ethan blinked, sitting up a little too fast. "Uh—no one! Just… myself!"
Kitsu raised an eyebrow, her expression halfway between confusion and suspicion. "Yourself? You're weird, you know that?"
Ethan let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, yeah, I get that a lot."
She squinted at him for a second longer, then shrugged and walked closer, plopping down on his bed without hesitation. "Anyway, Mom said dinner's ready, and Grandpa's already at the table."
Ethan relaxed—just a bit—realizing she truly hadn't noticed the aura. Maybe she wasn't sensitive to this sort of energy. Or maybe… the Dragon Force was something only he could see.
He got off the bed and stretched, trying to act casual. "Right, dinner. Let's go before Akagi eats all the food again."
Kitsu giggled. "She does that every time."
As they walked out of the room together, Ethan cast one last glance at the mirror.
For just a heartbeat, his reflection lingered half a second longer than his real movement—its eyes glowing faintly purple again, like a whisper of something watching from deep within.
Ethan blinked, the glow gone once more.
"…Yeah," he muttered under his breath, following Kitsu out, "definitely not normal."
Ethan sat quietly at the long dining table, poking at his rice while the rest of his family chatted about their day. Kitsu was excitedly talking about how she beat Outa in a trivia game, and Crimson was laughing with Mom about something from years ago.
Then, mid-bite, Ethan looked up at his grandfather and asked, "Grandpa, you told me before about Psychic Energy and Aura, right?"
The table went quiet. Crimson blinked, caught off guard by the sudden question. "Yeah, I did. What about it, kiddo?"
Ethan hesitated for a moment, trying to sound curious but not suspicious. "Well… are there other kinds of powers too? You know, not just Psychic or Aura stuff—but other kinds people can use?"
Crimson leaned back, humming as he scratched his chin. "More powers, huh? Hmmm…" He frowned thoughtfully. "Can't say I know for sure. Never seen anything besides Psychic or Aura users myself."
Then, with that classic father-to-son look, he turned his head toward Shinku, his expression silently saying: You handle this one.
Shinku sighed, setting down his utensils. "That's… an interesting question, Ethan."
Ethan froze. "Uh—yeah, just wondering! You know, since we met that Aura guy a while back, and, uh, I read about Psychics in that book Violet gave me—"
He screamed in his mind: Think of a lie, think of a lie, THINK OF A LIE!
Shinku chuckled softly, clearly amused by his son's nervous energy. "Curiosity's good, my boy. But remember, not every type of energy is known or understood. The world is vast. There could be others we don't even have names for yet."
Crimson nodded approvingly. "He's right. Maybe one day, you'll be the one to find a new kind of power, eh?"
Ethan laughed awkwardly. "Haha… yeah, maybe."
Kitsu, completely missing the tension, spoke up while chewing. "If Ethan finds a new power, I call dibs on naming it!"
Everyone laughed, but Ethan just smiled faintly—his thoughts far away.
Akagi looked at her little brother as she spoke. "Our family might have something"
Shinku sighed as he looked at his oldest daughter. "Really, again that's just a story."
Ethan blinked as he spoke. "Story?"
Akagi smiled at her little brother as she spoke. "As you know, we come from the long line of King Harmonia, heirs of the long dead Unova Royal Family, and wait, we are related to the two brothers of Unova".
Ethan blinked, sitting up straighter. "Wait—the two brothers? The ones from the legends with Reshiram and Zekrom?"
Akagi smiled, clearly enjoying the attention from her younger siblings. "Exactly. The original twin heroes of Unova. According to some old records, our ancestor, King Harmonia, was a descendant of one of those brothers. It's said that's why our family's bloodline carries… unusual qualities."
Kitsu's eyes lit up. "Like magic?"
Shinku groaned, rubbing his forehead. "No, Kitsu, not magic. Your sister's just repeating an old family tale. There's no proof of any 'special bloodline' beyond what the historians wrote in fantasy books."
Crimson chuckled under his breath, swirling the tea in his cup. "He says that, but his own Pokémon partner is a walking contradiction of fire and ice. Who's to say the legends don't leave traces, eh?"
Shinku sighed again. "Father…"
Akagi leaned forward, smirking. "See? Even Grandpa agrees! Some stories say that the Unovan royal family carried a fragment of the original Dragon's essence. That's why they were able to call upon Reshiram and Zekrom. And some say—"
She looked at Ethan with a teasing glint in her eyes. "—that those born with Harmonia blood might still have a spark of that ancient dragon inside them."
Ethan froze.
His pulse quickened.
The faint warmth in his chest—he could feel it move.
He forced a laugh. "That… sounds pretty cool."
Kitsu gasped dramatically. "Wait! Does that mean Ethan might be part dragon?!"
Akagi laughed. "Only if he sprouts wings, Kitsu."
The rest of the family chuckled, but Ethan didn't laugh this time.
Because deep down, he wasn't sure if Akagi's story was just a legend anymore.
Violet, who was reading her book and eating, closed it. "I think you all are forgetting the power in our family that always skins a generation."
Crimson chuckled as he fixed his bear. "Oh, yes, my gift of the ability to talk to Pokémon, in their language and understand them, which but your father doesn't".
Asagi sighed as she spoke. "Right that, Power that likes to Skip every other generation and goes to the next one".
Ethan blinked in surprise, looking between his grandfather and his sister. "Wait—so Grandpa can actually talk to Pokémon? Like, not just understand their moods, but literally talk?"
Crimson smirked proudly, folding his arms. "Exactly that, lad. Every growl, chirp, or roar—I hear words. Pokémon speech is like any language once you're born with the ear for it."
Kitsu's eyes sparkled like she'd just heard the best thing ever. "That's so cool! Grandpa, can you ask Ember if she actually likes my hair bows?"
Flareon, sitting beside Kitsu, gave a happy bark.
Crimson chuckled. "She says she loves them. Says they make her feel like a queen."
Kitsu gasped in delight, hugging her Pokémon. "See?! I knew it!"
Shinku groaned, rubbing his temples. "You're encouraging her again, Father…"
Violet smiled softly, crossing her legs and resting her chin on her hand. "It's not just encouragement, father. It's proof. Every other generation, someone in our family inherits that connection—the Voice of Understanding, the ability to truly speak with Pokémon."
Akagi nodded thoughtfully. "So Grandpa had it, and you didn't, Dad. Which means…"
Her eyes turned toward Ethan.
Kitsu followed her gaze. "Wait! So that means Ethan could be the next one!"
Ethan froze, eyes wide. "W–Wait, me?"
Crimson chuckled, his eyes gleaming with that quiet, knowing wisdom. "Maybe, maybe not. The gift doesn't always show itself right away. Sometimes it wakes up when the person is ready…"
Then, leaning forward, his tone softened—gentle but sharp enough to cut through the laughter in the room.
"…Or when something inside them finally answers the call."
Ethan felt that strange flutter in his chest again—the faint sound of wings echoing in his ears.
He swallowed hard, forcing a shaky smile. "R-Right… when they're ready…"
Midori then spoke. "Don't get too excited, little bro, when it comes to siblings, it gets confusing; none of us have it".
Ethan looked at his sister as he spoke. "Wait, no one"
Akagi sighed. She spoke. "Nope"
Asagi laughed as she said. "Nah".
Outa sighed as she smiled. "No, but it would have been a lovely power to have."
Midori kept tinkering as she spoke. "Nope, little brother, and neither do you or Kitsu. If one of you did, you would have known since you were 3".
Ethan slumped a little in his seat, puffing out his cheeks. "So basically… Grandpa's the only one who ever got the cool power?"
Crimson laughed heartily, stroking his beard. "Seems so, boy! Makes me feel special, doesn't it?"
Violet smiled gently at her father. "You always did enjoy being the special one."
Akagi crossed her arms, smirking. "Figures. The 'Voice of Understanding' skipped all of us—guess it really does play favorites."
Kitsu frowned in thought, tapping her chin. "But wait, what if it's just… late? Maybe Ethan does have it, and it just hasn't woken up yet!"
Midori looked up from her tools with a sigh. "Kitsu, that's not how it works. If one of us had it, it would've shown when we were toddlers. You can't just 'turn it on' later."
"Unless," Crimson said suddenly, his eyes glinting with that teasing, mysterious sparkle, "something changes the rules."
Everyone turned to him.
Ethan blinked. "What do you mean 'changes the rules'?"
Crimson leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. "Sometimes, a person's fate shifts. A bond forms that wasn't meant to exist—or a force enters their life that awakens something buried deep. Then… all bets are off."
The words echoed in Ethan's ears like thunder.
He thought of Arceus.
Of his rebirth.
Of the dragon wings beating faintly inside his chest.
He forced a nervous smile. "R-Right. Rules changing. Sounds… fun."
Kitsu laughed, completely missing the weight of his tone. "If that happens, then I'm definitely asking Grandpa to translate what my Vulpix thinks about my cooking!"
Crimson chuckled. "Careful, little one. Some truths are better left untranslated."
Everyone laughed, but Ethan's smile didn't quite reach his eyes.
Because deep down, he knew something was changing.
And whatever it was… it wasn't something anyone could explain with "just a story."
Finally, there, mother clapped, as everyone at the table looked at her, and her rainbow hair shone in the Mansion Dining Room light. "Ok, that's enough Kid's, Why don't you all finish eating your food?".
Shinku sighed as he looked at his wife. "Take you, Erza, for stopping this from continuing".
Erza smiled warmly, though there was a faintly mischievous glint in her eyes. "Someone has to keep the Harmonia family debates from turning into full-blown history lectures," she said, setting her fork down with a gentle clink.
Akagi huffed, crossing her arms. "Hey, it's not a debate if I'm right."
Midori smirked. "You think you're right, big sis. That's different."
"Language, dear," Erza said with a teasing smile that somehow still carried the tone of absolute authority.
Crimson chuckled quietly. "You kids get that stubborn streak from your mother."
Shinku gave his father a deadpan look. "You sure about that? I distinctly remember who refused to retire even after breaking his leg on Victory Road."
Crimson's mustache twitched. "A true Trainer doesn't retire, boy. He rests temporarily."
Ethan couldn't help but laugh a little, finally relaxing from the earlier talk. It was moments like these that reminded him that—despite being a reincarnated soul with divine baggage—he was part of a family, not just another chosen protagonist.
Erza gave them all a fond look, her rainbow hair catching the chandelier light like a soft prism. "Alright everyone," she said gently, "eat up. We don't want another food fight like last time."
Asagi froze mid-bite. "That was one time!*"
Erza arched an eyebrow. "You called it a 'sauce test,' dear."
The table erupted in laughter again.
Ethan smiled faintly, swirling his soup as his thoughts drifted. A long line of kings, a skipped power, a strange new force inside me…
Yeah, this family dinner might've ended, but his story was only just beginning.
Later That Night – The Harmonia Garden
The moonlight poured over the vast garden behind the Harmonia mansion, the air filled with the soft hum of nocturnal Pokémon. Ethan tiptoed barefoot across the grass, glancing around to make sure no one was watching.
"Well… Grandpa talked about understanding Pokémon, right?" he muttered to himself. "Maybe I can do it too."
He stopped beside a particularly fluffy Flareon lying lazily near the flowerbeds — Kitsu's Flareon, Ember. The fire-type raised her head sleepily, giving Ethan a side-eye that could only be described as mildly judging.
Ethan crouched down and whispered, "Okay, I'm gonna try something. Please don't set me on fire."
He closed his eyes and focused, remembering how his grandfather described "feeling the soul of a Pokémon through the heart." His Aura flared slightly, a faint purple shimmer running through his hands.
He took a deep breath.
"Flareon… can you understand me?" he said dramatically, trying to sound mystical.
There was a long pause.
Then—
"PFFFFT!" Ember released a sudden puff of smoke right in his face, her tail flicking smugly as if mocking him.
Ethan coughed and waved the smoke away. "Oh come on! That was a legit attempt!"
The Flareon yawned, stretched, and trotted away like a queen who'd just dismissed her jester.
Ethan groaned, falling back on the grass. "Okay, note to self: I do not have Grandpa's power…" He blinked, looking up at the stars. "Or Ember just has a bad sense of humor."
"Or you're just bad at talking to Pokémon."
Ethan froze — Kitsu was standing behind him in her pajamas, holding a glass of milk and smirking.
"...You saw that, didn't you."
"Yup."
"Are you gonna tell anyone?"
"Hmm…" Kitsu pretended to think, then grinned. "Only if you don't let me borrow your dessert tomorrow."
Ethan groaned again. "Fine. Deal."
Kitsu giggled as she walked off, while Ember glanced back and gave a smug little "Flare~" as if to say Nice try, rookie.
Ethan buried his face in his hands. 'This world is gonna roast me alive before I even get my starter…'
He sighed, lying back down on the grass. The night breeze was cool — almost too cool.
And then… he felt it again.
That strange, slithering pulse in his chest. It crawled up his spine like a coiled presence awakening, whispering faintly through his veins. His purple aura flickered faintly in his reflection from a nearby pond, just for a second — and in the rippling water, the shadow of a dragon's wings spread behind him.
Ethan blinked, sitting up — but it vanished as quickly as it came.
"…Okay," he muttered, frowning. "That's definitely not Grandpa's power."
To be continued
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