From above the swirling clouds, the world below shimmered like a glass marble.
Mew giggled.
Invisible to most eyes, the Mythical Pokémon darted between wind currents, twisting and twirling in the open sky above the Rose family's Hoenn estate. The sun had only just begun its descent, casting soft amber hues across the fields and the small forest nestled beside the castle.
It had been a long while since Mew had visited this region. So many changes. So many humans. But this place… this one glowed with something different.
Something familiar.
Mew's tail curled playfully as it phased through a passing flock of Swablu, leaving behind sparkles of psychic energy that made them sing a little louder. The little psychic's joy was boundless—its body light, its thoughts scattered and curious like petals in the wind.
Below, nestled within stone walls and glass windows, Mew's focus shifted—zooming past the biosphere, past the roosting Pidgeotto and grazing Deerling, until its eyes caught a warm energy coming from a boy's room—calm yet strange. Julius.
Mew tilted its head, floating lower with narrowed eyes.
He saw me… even while dreaming.
Most humans couldn't sense its presence—certainly not when it slipped into their dreams. But this boy's vision was sharp, oddly clear. It tickled Mew's curiosity.
With a playful twirl mid-air, Mew's body shimmered with soft pink light. Its outline glowed and began to twist—ears shrinking, limbs reshaping—until in its place stood a small, smiling Mime Jr. It giggled again, sounding now like a chime.
With a last look at the window above Julius's bedroom, Mew-as-Mime Jr. bounced down into the Pokémon biosphere near the castle's garden edge. Among the tall grass and quiet forest paths, it would blend in easily.
The biosphere was perfect—brimming with life, full of joy and kindness, a place where Pokémon came to rest and heal. Here, Mime Jr. could play. Watch. Wait.
It skipped around a group of curious Deerling, mimicking their movements and dancing in circles. It made a few of the smaller Pokémon giggle. It waved at a curious Chingling and quickly mimed a juggling routine using pebbles.
But its gaze often drifted back toward the castle.
Toward the boy.
Toward Julius.
Next Morning,
The sunlight poured in through the tall glass windows of Julius's room, spilling golden warmth across the marble floor. As the morning bells softly rang through the estate, Julius was already up. Like clockwork, he began his day with a series of light stretches and breath control exercises passed down from Caesar's training regimen. After that, he moved to psychokinetic drills—levitating several metallic training balls and shifting them in tight spirals with pinpoint focus. Once satisfied, he ended his morning routine by tossing a training sword into the air and catching it mid-flip using only his mind.
Downstairs, Caesar greeted him with a crisp bow and presented him with a cold glass of peach iced tea, as usual. Beside him, Iggy was already slurping down his daily vegetable juice with a satisfied grunt. The Granbull had grown used to the castle's rhythms and now mirrored Julius's discipline in his own way.
After breakfast, Julius sat through two hours of private instruction. The first class covered foundational economics, focusing on trade structures in Hoenn and Sinnoh. The second delved into law and etiquette, particularly involving aristocratic diplomacy. These were part of his preparation to one day navigate the world not just as a Trainer, but as someone who would hold influence and power greater than his parents ever did.
By noon, Julius's mind was restless. He needed air—real air, the kind only the biosphere could offer.
He stepped into the verdant paradise through its tall arched gateway. The sudden shift from stone and structure to warm earth and chirping Pokémon was refreshing, like slipping into another world. Iggy padded beside him faithfully, sniffing the air, his ears perking with recognition at the sounds of familiar wild Pokémon.
That's when Julius noticed it—the Mime Jr.
Perched atop a low, mossy rock near a patch of flowers, it tilted its head at him with an expression that could only be called cheeky. Its eyes sparkled with mischief, and it gave a little hop, waving its stubby arms.
Julius narrowed his eyes. He had memorized every creature in the biosphere. He came here almost daily and had developed a keen habit of observation—his memory razor-sharp. He was sure of one thing: this Mime Jr. hadn't been here before. Not yesterday. Not ever.
But this wasn't some childish suspicion. Julius was smarter than most children—than most people, really. His mind began to piece things together with surgical logic.
First: the estate's biosphere was locked during the night. The gates were enchanted and monitored by the estate's staff, and no one had opened it between evening and sunrise.Second: the biosphere had no entrances other than the main passage from the castle courtyard.Third: there had been no reports of any new Pokémon brought in, and Pop Pop and Nanny kept detailed records.
So, how did this Mime Jr. appear overnight?
Teleportation?
Flight?
Either option was rare—but not impossible.
Julius watched the playful little Mime Jr. bounce from stone to stone in the Pokémon biosphere, its actions charming and chaotic—just enough to look like a carefree young Pokémon. But Julius wasn't fooled. Not for a second.
There was no record of this Pokémon in the estate's logs. Pop Pop had confirmed it himself.
And considering that all the estate entrances had been sealed overnight, there was only one way this "Mime Jr." could've appeared: flight or teleportation. He had his suspicions already. Now it was time to confirm.
He activated his Observation Skill, this time focusing with calm precision. The familiar flicker of data streamed before his eyes.
Observation Panel — Target Scanned
Name: MewType: PsychicLevel: 70HP: 311Ability: Synchronize
Moves: Pound, Transform, Mega Punch, Metronome, Psychic, Barrier, Ancient Power, Amnesia, Me First, Gravity, Zen Headbutt, Thunder Punch, Vacuum Wave, Signal Beam, Magnet Rise, Outrage, Twister, Teleport.
Potential: Semi-GodFriendship: 35Status: Disguised (Form: Mime Jr.)
The moment the word "Mew" flashed in bold at the top of the panel, Julius's breath caught for half a second.
Friendship: 35.
It wasn't just a dream. The pink flying Pokémon from the night before—the trickster in his vision—was here. Right now. Disguised, playful, and watching.
His gaze lingered on the friendship stat. Thirty-five. That wasn't neutral—it was favorable. Mew wasn't just playing games for fun. There was curiosity behind those wide, childlike eyes.
Beside him, Iggy glanced at the little Mime Jr., uninterested. To him, it was just another small Pokémon in the biosphere. Julius didn't correct him.
"Not yet," he whispered under his breath.
He folded his arms and leaned back slightly, trying to appear casual, though his mind was racing. This was the real thing. Not an illusion, not a rogue teleporter—Mew, one of the rarest beings in the world. And it was watching him.
Every instinct screamed to act normal. To play it slow.
Still, he couldn't help but smile—just a little.
Julius took a quiet step forward, arms still folded, eyes calmly studying Mime Jr.—no, Mew—as it paused in its bouncing and tilted its head in his direction.
Then, without warning, a voice echoed inside his mind.
"I know you know who I am. I want to show you a place. I recommend levitating for some time."
He didn't flinch, not even a blink. But inside, something shifted.
Telepathy. Not just a voice—Mew's voice. Smooth, childlike, and mischievous… yet oddly clear, as if the creature wasn't just asking, but testing.
Julius's gaze sharpened ever so slightly, and a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
So it really is you.
He didn't respond aloud. Instead, his feet gently rose off the grass as he activated his psychic levitation. His body hovered smoothly, no dramatic gestures—just silent ascent. It wasn't flashy. It was control.
Iggy, resting a little ways behind him, tilted his head curiously but didn't move. Julius trusted that he wouldn't worry. Not yet.
Floating just a few inches off the ground, Julius kept his eyes locked on the Mime Jr. in front of him.
"I'm listening," he replied mentally, projecting his thoughts with practiced calmness. "Show me."
In his mind, there was a quiet thrill. Not fear. Not confusion.
Just that same old feeling he had when a rare encounter triggered in a game he'd once played in another life.
Only now, he was the player.
And this? This was real.
Julius didn't say anything—just gave a small, confident nod in the air. It was enough.
The space around him shimmered. Not violently, but like a warm breeze rippling the world itself. He felt no pull, no sound—only a soft transition, like stepping through a thought.
And then he was somewhere else entirely.
He stood mid-air inside an enormous hollow chamber carved within a colossal tree. It wasn't dead wood, but alive—ancient, breathing. Gentle green light pulsed through the walls, vines glowed faintly, and luminous crystals lined the natural architecture like stars trapped inside bark.
The air was dense with peace, and yet so full of quiet power that it nearly hummed.
Mew floated beside him, no longer disguised, dancing slowly like a ribbon in the breeze, its eyes calm and sparkling.
Below him flowed a glowing river of energy, weaving between tree roots that stretched like veins. Above, the ceiling of the tree arched high, impossibly high, like the dome of a cathedral shaped by nature itself.
Julius looked around slowly, taking everything in. His breath left him in a silent exhale.
So this was the Tree of Beginning.
He had only ever heard of it in scattered stories. Most dismissed it as folklore—something ancient people spoke of with reverence but without proof. And yet, here he was, standing inside its heart.
Beside him, Iggy materialized with a soft pulse of energy. Mew must have brought him too. The off-colour Granbull didn't bark or growl—he simply looked around in wonder, his nose twitching as he sniffed the glowing air.
Julius descended gently onto one of the floating stone-like platforms suspended within the chamber. The ground beneath his feet felt warm, not with heat, but with life.
He placed a hand on the tree's surface. It pulsed. Not like a machine, but like a heartbeat.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Mew spiraling again, its tail drawing circles in the air. It wasn't flaunting anything.
It was sharing.
Julius glanced at Mew, then spoke quietly—not with words, but with a thought.
"Why show me this?"
Mew floated closer, its body radiating calm.
"Because this place listens… and it listened to you."
His fingers curled slightly against the bark. He could feel something. Echoes. Emotions. Ancient energy running deep into the roots of the world.
He closed his eyes. For a moment, he heard them—not voices, but feelings. A thousand memories, all buried here, wrapped in time and kindness.
He opened his eyes again and looked at Mew, something new shining in his gaze—not awe, not ambition. Just understanding.
He didn't need explanations or reasons anymore.
He had been brought here for a reason.
This was something far greater than fate.
It was trust.
Author note: Just to clarify Iggy is not officially Julius's pokemon as it is registered under his father's name since people under 16 cannot own a pokemon and pop pop and nanny are not Julius's grandparents as its only in the English dub not in the original Japanese. And there are only gonna be one original legendary pokemon of each kind and the rest will be their offsprings smaller in size and lesser in level and Potential as the anime made no sense in legendary pokemon like Entei being born after a new volcano erupts then there might be thousands of Entei, so to make them more authentic I reduced their number.