It was only a few gusts of wind at first, but it soon intensified into what seemed like a beam, lighting up the enteral darkness, eating away the thin crust of humanity. Then it was gone.

"What was that" Ash said, amazed. Giratina was less impressed.

"It's Necrozma's minions, his slaves, or simply his personal pet" it thundered in Ash's head. It was better to stay quiet so the shadow pokemon chose to communicate straight inside Ash's head instead. It was disorientating, and made Ash feel a little dizzy at first, since he wasn't used to pokemon speaking inside his head for a long time, as well, somehow he swore that Necrozma had somehow managed to damage his brain and twist it in the sense that he was slowly turning crazy, or hearing amplified voices.

However, out of the light rose only one figure, not many. Only one. Ash tensed.

It was Gladion!

"What are you doing here, what happened?" Asked Ash, his voice urgent with intensity of anger and sadness.

Just as Ash was about to jump into void just to get closer to see what was going on. He found himself held tightly by a slithering smokey piece of string? No, it was one of Giratina's many... it would be more polite to refer it as hands, I believe.

"What are you doing, what is happening?" Ash asked, the urgency in his voice increasing by every second.

"Firstly, you don't know if it's a trap or not, and secondly, you can't help you friend even if you were to go" Giratina this time with a mixture of Pokemon roars, that was roughly translated into what's as said.

Ash was impressed that Giratina knew Gladion was his friend, but he couldn't help but to cringe in despair. He had escaped, but somehow Gladion had been caught?

"We have to do something, rescue him!" Ash was literally shouting now. How is he going to deal with the fact that maybe Necrozma had stolen Pikachu and... all his friends again? What if they were all dead? What if this wasn't a real Giratina but some sort of imposter.

"Look again" Giratina simply implied on Ash's head. And for once, Ash could see clearly that it was in fact not Gladion their but a mirror image in form of Gladion. The mirror image simply said  "hello, I would like to see..." and then his voice faded off.

"What the hell is happening?" asked Ash, is he trying to talk to us?

"Who is he saying that too?" He asked.

Giratina bore no resume but simply insisted that Ash and it went back into the stone fortress to discuss more.

"What is happening, why are you..." Ash responded as Giratina practically flip him through the air, landing him in a seat of another room. It then hurriedly join him.

"What is happening?" asked Ash yet again, boredom and fear building up in him.

"All will be explained, there is only one............explanation" Giratina said, pausing for a matter of seconds before the last word.

"What do you mean?" Is it safe to leave everyone here? What about them?" Asked Ash, implying the safety of Pikachu and...

Giratina did not even wait for Ash to finish his thinking.

"Yes, in theory yes." It replied hastily.

"But...wouldn't that be dangerous if they got taken away as well?" Ash was in a state of panic now.

Giratina simply insisted that Ash calm down and took a deep breath.

"Things are much severe than I thought" he said.

"It turned out that not only your people are controlled, but some Pokemon are too!"

"What do you mean?" Asked Ash.

"As you see, there was once a... so called poem made out how a chosen one was going to save the universe, or do it seemed."

"Yes, I remember that" Ash remembered that all that time ago he did in fact read some sort of poem about it, it was a special type of poem, something used to estimate the future, what was it called again? Ash had no idea.

"Well, anyways, as you see, this situation is not what it seemed, I'm afraid that Necrozma had somewhat ousted the future, controlling it. In theory the future is not controlling it, but it is controlling the future!"

"What? So you mean that it is impossible to defeat it now?" Asked Ash, shocked at this piece of information.

"What is said on that poem is not what is happening now. What should be happening is that the chosen one should be fighting Necrozma right now, but it did not appear so!"

"Wait what do you mean?" Asked Ash, mystified.

"As you see, the chosen one is not meant to be in my dimension, he's meant to be somewhere else!"

"What... so you mean that..." realisation dawned on Ash....

"So you mean I'm the chosen one?" He asked.

"Maybe... only maybe. We don't know yet, but either way, the events taking place is about a year or two short of what is meant to be happening"

"But what if I'm not the chosen one?" Asked Ash.

"Then, I'm afraid that it's pointless for you to live then, because the majority of the human population is going to die, if the real chosen one doesn't do his job!"

"But, what if I'm the chosen one, but there's multiple chosen ones?" Asked Ash.

"It does make clear that it's only one, or else it might as well say chosen many!" Giratina said.

"So you mean that the world is not in the right... you know... time area" said Ash.

"Sort of, or maybe it's the chosen one who's been too lazy, or it's that Necrozma had somehow controlled him..." Giratina eyed Ash suspiciously.

"But what if I'm not he chosen one?" Ash couldn't help but the fret at how such a big responsibility was being held on his back.

"If your chosen or not, it doesn't matter, because who cares? It matters in the sense that a lot of over world objects are being reflected in my realm though, which means sometimes I can only stay halfway between my overworld and shadow realm form, bending and diminishing some of my powers" groaned Giratina.

"So, you mean that..." asked Ash.

"Yes, I mean that a lot of overworld events like the simply laws of physics are now showing up in my place." Said Giratina.

"Wait, how?" Asked Ash.

Giratina simply rose up and flung a stone colum up into the air. The colum bend in meticulous ways and seemed to be caught in some sort of time rift. Then, it suddenly teleported to about a long way of in the air, before falling down at a seemingly impossibly slow speed.

"As you see, time and space aren't going very well either" said Giratina.

"So you mean that perhaps the other pokemon could be..." tensed Ash.

"No, but it does mean that their powers aren't as strong anymore, like mine. Necrozma is sucking the very essence of light out of us" sighed the shadow pokemon.

"Ash you see, the image of Gladion was in fact a copy of the real person implanted by Necrozma's energy and placed I tot he overworld, the mortals are stupid not to realise..." Girarina winced.

"So you mean that Gladion's captured and that it is not the real Gladion that's what we see?"

"Yes... well, it's most certainty that he has been cloned and that Necrozma is sending not only him, but about hundreads of other clones that show up here, but not in the overworld, here they look different. In the overworld, they don't."

"So you mean that essentially, I can use you realm to see what is happening?" Asked Ash.

"Maybe, but I don't know..." said Giratina.

"So if the overworld is now showing up in some parts of your realm, does that explain how I got here..." asked Ash...

"No, it simply does not, it is is a mystery not to be solved" responded Giratina.

Then, the world exploded...