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Brendan shouts as he's engulfed in glowing water, yanked through the pond. Strangely, however... its contents don't quite feel like water. Air still runs through his lungs, and he doesn't even feel all that wet, despite being... underwater. Regardless, he feels himself being pulled by a current of not water, but some sort of magical force. Given everything he'd seen on his journey nine years ago, however, he doesn't find this terribly surprising.
Eventually, Brendan finds himself ejected out of the pond, having landed on his bottom. He looks over his clothes to find that they... somehow aren't wet. Regardless, he brushes the dirt off of his pants and stands up. Looking around, he notices the trees, road, grass, and even the pond are all... slightly larger. Not by much, but enough to be bothersome. He looks around for a moment, before finding a massive pokemon right in front of him.
"Gwah!" Brendan jumps, "Y-You're a Cinderace! You guys aren't native to thi-... Hey, aren't you supposed to be a lot shorter?"
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