(Alice's POV)

My name is Alice, and I am an 18-year-old university student at Lumiose University. I live with my sisters, Eve and Flora. Though we share the same parents, I stand out because my hair is mostly honey blonde while theirs is much darker, almost black.

Our father, Ray Chiu, is a well-known novelist with numerous best-sellers to his name. His study is filled with shelves of his works and various awards. My mother, Emma Chou, is a famous actress and the teacher in the Lumiose University where I was in, her name often gracing the headlines of entertainment magazines. Despite their busy schedules, they have always been supportive of us and our dreams.

I know I'm lucky to have a family that loves me so much. My parents always encourage me to pursue my passions, and my sisters are my best friends. We spend weekends together, watching movies, talking late into the night, and even playing our favorite game: Pokemon.

But despite the love and support I have at home, my life at university is far from perfect. In fact, it's been miserable.

It started in my first year, when I was excited to begin my studies and make new friends. But the reality was harsh. Being in the performance arts department, I often found myself struggling with the demanding routines and choreography. My clumsiness became a source of mockery among my peers.

They would snicker when I tripped during rehearsals or stumbled over my lines. "Watch out, Alice is at it again," they'd say, their laughter echoing through the auditorium. In dance classes, my missteps would be met with exaggerated sighs and eye rolls. It felt like every mistake I made was under a microscope, amplified by their cruel commentary.

Group projects were the worst. I was often sidelined or given minimal parts, with the others claiming they didn't want their work ruined by my lack of coordination. The isolation was unbearable. I felt like I was constantly walking on eggshells, afraid of what they might do or say next.

My family knows about the bullying, and despite their protests to the school administration, it hasn't stopped. The teachers and administrators seem either unwilling or unable to take effective action. Fortunately, I do have a group of friends from other departments, thanks to the Pokémon Club. It's a place where I can escape the harshness of my department and bond with others who share my love for Pokémon.

One of the few things that keep me going is my passion for Pokémon. Ever since I was little, I've been captivated by the world of Pokémon. I've played through every game, spending countless hours training my team and completing my Pokédex. In fact, I even achieved the ultimate goal of completing a living Dex, collecting one of every Pokémon species.

My love for Pokémon doesn't stop with the games. I've watched the anime religiously, following the adventures of Satoshi, the main protagonist. His determination, courage, and never-give-up attitude have always inspired me. I admire how he overcomes obstacles with the help of his Pokémon friends and never loses sight of his dreams.

Being a part of the Pokémon Club at university is a huge comfort. It's a place where I can share my passion with others who understand and appreciate it. The club meetings are filled with lively discussions, trading sessions, and friendly battles. The camaraderie I find there provides a much-needed respite from the harshness of my department, giving me a sense of belonging and joy. The Pokémon Club is my sanctuary, where I can be myself and feel accepted for who I am.

That night, as I drift into sleep, I find myself in a strange, vivid dream.

I see a boy with a Pikachu battling fiercely against a menacing man. The boy looks strikingly like Satoshi from the anime, and the man resembles Giovanni from Team Rocket. The air around them is thick with tension, and the sounds of clashing Pokémon fill my ears, creating an atmosphere of chaos and urgency.

Suddenly, alarms blare, and red lights flash around the room. The boy, who I now recognize as Satoshi, shouts urgently, "Serena, Leon, Lance, get out of here now! Take cover! Giovanni's planning something big!"

Serena? Leon? Lance? They are characters from Pokémon! I realize that Leon and Lance are beside me, but I don't see Serena. Confused, I look down at my clothes and gasp in surprise. Am I Serena? Just then, I feel a surge of fear and desperation as the ground beneath us starts to rumble violently, dust and debris shaking loose from the ceiling.

Leon suddenly grabs my hand, his grip tight and insistent, trying to pull me away. I resist, yelling, "No! Wait! Are we leaving Ash alone? Ash! Come on!" The urgency and worry in my voice are palpable. Why would I call Satoshi 'Ash'?

"Go! I'll handle this!" Ash shouts back, his determination unwavering. I watch helplessly as I am dragged out of the base, my heart pounding in my chest. Just then, a deafening explosion occurs. The force of the blast shakes the ground, and I can't believe what I am seeing. The walls crumble, and smoke fills the air.

Tears start to form in my eyes as I kneel to the ground, overwhelmed by the sight of the devastation. "ASSSSH!" I scream, the sound echoing in the chaos around me, my voice breaking with sorrow and desperation. The agony of the moment is almost unbearable, and I feel a deep, wrenching pain in my chest.

"Serena, Ash has sacrificed himself to end Giovanni's life... he is not returning..." Leon says, his voice heavy with deep sorrow.

"No! This has to be a mistake!" I find myself yelling, the words coming out involuntarily. What is this dream? And if this is the fate of Satoshi after the anime ends... I would also cry and yell with the same agony.

Tears stream down my face as I struggle to comprehend the reality of what I'm seeing. My heart aches with a pain that feels all too real, and I can barely breathe through the sobs. The agony in my chest intensifies as I kneel on the ground, feeling the weight of the loss crush me.

The scene around me starts to blur, the devastation fading into a haze. My mind races with confusion and despair. Why am I seeing this? Why am I feeling this so deeply? The questions swirl in my head as the dream begins to dissolve, the last echoes of my cries lingering in the air.

The dream shifts suddenly, and I find myself in a different place. I'm now in a cozy, familiar room—Serena's room. I look around, disoriented, and catch sight of myself in the mirror. My eyes are red and swollen, evidence of weeks of crying. The grief and sorrow I feel are overwhelming, consuming every part of me.

Just then, I hear a gentle knock on the door. "Serena, dear, please come out," a woman's voice calls softly. It's Grace, Serena's mother. Her voice is filled with concern and love, but I can't bring myself to respond. The weight of the loss is too much to bear.

"Serena, we need you. Ash wouldn't want you to be like this," Grace continues, her voice breaking slightly. But I still can't move. The pain is too intense, the sense of emptiness too profound.

I turn away from the mirror, my heart heavy with sorrow. The only thought that fills my mind is a desperate wish. "I want to see Ash again," I whisper to myself, my voice barely audible. The longing in my heart is so strong that it feels like a physical ache.

Just then, the window shatters, and a silhouette appears in front of me, glowing with a bright, ethereal light. The light fills the room, momentarily blinding me. I feel a rush of energy, a strange sense of hope and fear intertwined.

Before I can fully comprehend what's happening, the dream dissolves, and I wake up with a start. My heart is pounding, and I'm covered in a cold sweat. I realize that it was just a nightmare. The room around me is familiar—my own bedroom, not Serena's.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. The emotions from the dream linger, leaving me feeling disoriented and shaken. The vividness of the nightmare and the intensity of the feelings are hard to shake off. I sit up in bed, my mind racing with confusion and the lingering pain from the dream.

I look at the alarm clock and realize that it is early in the morning, a first since I usually sleep late if possible. I yawn and stretch, trying to shake off the remnants of the nightmare. Slowly, I get out of bed and walk over to the window. I pull back the curtains, letting the sun's rays stream into the room. The warm light fills the space, casting a golden glow on everything it touches.

As I stand there, I take a deep breath, trying to ground myself in the present. The familiar sights and sounds of the morning help to calm my racing heart. Birds chirp outside, and the faint hum of city life begins to stir. The nightmare starts to feel more distant, like a shadow fading in the light of day.

"That was a weird dream... I mean... I like Amourshipping, but why would I dream of something like that..." I wonder aloud as I walk towards my makeup table, trying to comb my messy hair.

It's still summer vacation, which means no school and no bullying. Today is also the day when the Pokémon Club meets together to hang out. After I finish my makeup, I head downstairs.

In the kitchen, my mother is preparing breakfast, the delicious smell of pancakes filling the air. My father is sitting at the table, checking his phone. Eve and Flora aren't up yet, likely still sleeping in.

My mother looks up from the stove and greets me with a warm smile. "Wow, Alice, you got up really early today."

"Well, it was more like a nightmare woke me up..." I sigh, still feeling a bit unsettled.

"A nightmare, you say?" my dad looks at me and asks, "Do you mind sharing it with me?"

I decide to explain the nightmare to them, recounting the vivid details and the intense emotions I felt. My mom sighs as she flips another pancake. "It looks like you have watched too much Pokémon anime. It's good to have interests, but you shouldn't be too addicted to it."

"But I still don't get why I would dream of something like this... and not to mention... I feel kind of weird as well... I somehow feel... light..." I say, trying to describe the strange sensation lingering from the dream.

My dad looks thoughtful and then decides to explain, "Maybe the nightmare you had might be some sort of vision. It could be something that happened, or something that might happen in the future. I believe anything could happen."

I nod slowly, absorbing his words. The idea of a dream being a vision is both intriguing and unsettling. "I hope it's just a random dream," I mutter, trying to shake off the lingering unease.

As we talk, Eve and Flora join us for breakfast. Eve gasps, "Wow, Alice. You woke up early today. Are you really that excited to meet our friends?"

"Well, I..." Before I can finish, my dad interjects, "Alice was forced to wake up because of a nightmare."

"That is awful... was it the dream of your bullies again?" Flora asks, concern in her voice. "I swear if they even hurt you in the nightmare..."

"Well, it was not related to bullies... anyway, let's not talk about it," I say, trying to steer the conversation away from the unsettling dream.

We settle into breakfast, the comforting routine of family life helping to ease my lingering unease. The smell of pancakes and the familiar chatter of my family create a warm atmosphere that contrasts sharply with the nightmare. As we finish eating and prepare for the day ahead, I remind myself that today is a new day, filled with possibilities and the company of my friends from the Pokémon Club.

The dream, as vivid and disturbing as it was, starts to fade into the background. I take a deep breath and focus on the present, grateful for the support of my family and looking forward to spending time with my friends. Whatever the dream meant, if it meant anything at all, I know I can face it with the people I care about by my side.

Here is a new chapter, and in this chapter, I introduce Alice and I hope you like it. The next chapter will be back to Ash.