an old wise Dragon sage.

Delia's eyes sparkled with amusement as she pushed open the door to her room, gesturing for Ash to enter. "A Dragon sage, you say? That's a unique choice." She walked over to a large, ornate dresser, adorned with intricate carvings of various mythical creatures. "I think I have just the thing," she said, opening the top drawer and rummaging through its contents.

As she searched, Ash took in the room, noticing the numerous shelves lined with dusty tomes, strange artifacts, and peculiar trinkets. The air was thick with the scent of old books and a hint of something else, something earthy and mysterious.

Delia's hands moved with a practiced ease as she began to spray the silver hair spray onto Ash's locks, the sweet, chemical scent wafting up to mingle with the earthy aroma that permeated the room. The color was almost instantaneous, transforming Ash's dark hair into a distinguished silver that seemed to shimmer in the soft light of the room. Next, Delia picked up a small, delicate makeup brush and began to apply a subtle, wispy pattern of age lines and wrinkles to Ash's face. Her touch was gentle, but precise, as if she had done this many times before.

As she worked, Ash watched in the mirror, fascinated by the transformation taking place before his eyes.

As Delia stepped back to admire her handiwork, Ash's eyes widened in astonishment at the reflection staring back at him. The silver hair, now perfectly styled, framed a face that was no longer his own. The subtle wrinkles and age lines Delia had applied with such precision had transformed him into a wise and weathered elder. Ash's gaze lingered on the mirror, transfixed by the stranger's eyes that seemed to hold a deep understanding of the world.

Delia chuckled, clearly pleased with herself, and began to rummage through the dresser drawer once more. She produced a pair of wire-rimmed spectacles, which she carefully placed on the end of Ash's nose.

The old sage costume, with its intricately embroidered robes and worn leather sash, seemed to radiate an aura of wisdom and authority. Delia's hands moved with a gentle reverence as she unfolded the garment, the soft rustle of the fabric filling the air. She held it up against Ash, eyeing the fit with a critical gaze, before nodding in satisfaction. "This should do perfectly," she murmured, helping Ash into the costume.

As the robes settled around him, Ash felt a strange sense of transformation taking place. The silver hair, the wispy age lines, and now the sage's robes all seemed to be conspiring to remake him into a venerable elder.

"Ah, my dear, I see you're admiring the finishing touches," Delia said, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she adjusted the spectacles on Ash's nose. "And, of course, no Dragon Sage would be complete without their trusty Pokémon companions." She gestured to the six Poké Balls attached to the worn leather sash that cinched at Ash's waist. The balls, adorned with intricate etchings of various dragon species, seemed to gleam in the soft light of the room.

"what pokemon are in them" ash asked her mother in an old woman voice.

Delia's eyes sparkled with delight as she smiled at Ash, clearly pleased with the transformation. "Ah, my dear, you'll be delighted to know that I've chosen a few Pokémon that will complement your new persona perfectly," she said, her voice dripping with excitement. She gently patted the Poké Balls attached to the leather sash, and Ash could sense a subtle hum of energy emanating from them.

As Ash's gaze lingered on the Poké Balls, Delia began to explain, "In the first ball, we have a wise and venerable Dragonite, one that has been with our family for generations. Its name is Eldrid, and it possesses a deep understanding of the ancient arts."

Delia's eyes sparkled with delight as she gently stroked the second Poké Ball, her voice taking on a soothing quality. "Next, we have a Salamence named Tharros, a fierce and noble creature with a heart of gold. Its scales shimmer with a mesmerizing iridescence, reflecting the colors of the rainbow." As she spoke, the Poké Ball seemed to glow with a soft, ethereal light, as if Tharros was stirring within, eager to be released.

Delia's hand moved to the third Poké Ball, her fingers tracing the intricate etchings that adorned its surface. "This is Valtor, a Flygon of unparalleled speed and agility. Its wings beat at a hypnotic pace, creating powerful whirlwinds that can knock opponents off balance." As she spoke, the Poké Ball seemed to vibrate with a contained energy, as if Valtor was straining to be released.

Delia's eyes sparkled with a knowing glint as she moved to the fourth Poké Ball. "Next, we have a Hydreigon named Kaelos, a dark and mysterious creature with a penchant for the shadows. Its triple heads seem to hold a deep understanding of the universe, and its gaze can be unnerving to those who dare oppose it." The Poké Ball seemed to darken slightly, as if Kaelos's presence was drawing the light out of the room.

"The fifth Pokémon is a majestic Charizard named Ignis," Delia continued, as she picked up the fifth Poké Ball. "It is a powerful and commanding presence, with a fierce loyalty to its trainer. Its flames burn with a intensity that can incinerate anything that stands in its way." The Poké Ball seemed to radiate heat, as if Ignis's flames were already burning within.

Finally, Delia picked up the last Poké Ball, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "And last, but certainly not least, we have an Aerodactyl named Zephyros. This ancient creature is a master of the winds, with wings that can generate powerful gusts and a gaze that can see right through to the heart of the matter." As she spoke, the Poké Ball seemed to shimmer with a faint, airy glow, as if Zephyros was stirring within, its wings beating softly.

Delia's hands moved with a gentle reverence as she returned the Poké Ball to its place on the sash, her eyes never leaving Ash's face. "And now, my dear, I think it's time for you to get accustomed to your new...ah, shall we say, 'attire'?" She smiled, her eyes twinkling with amusement, as she gestured to a nearby mirror.

"what do you mean child I know what is my job, you don't need to let me you ungreatful brat" Ash said in an harsh woman voice shocking Delia at how quickly she had adapted to her new role. Delia's eyes widened in surprise, and she took a step back, her hands flying to her mouth in a gesture of mock offense. "Oh my, you're a feisty one, aren't you?" she exclaimed, a hint of laughter dancing in her voice.

Ash's gaze narrowed, her eyes glinting with a fierce inner light as she glared at Delia.

"I was already doing this job when you were still a baby, now it's time you learn how to be a sage" Ash said as she look out a another hair paint can this one being Blue as well as sage attire while looking at the girl in front of her.

Delia's eyes sparkled with amusement as she watched Ash rummage through the assortment of hair spray paint cans, her gaze lingering on the Blue can as if it held a special significance. The old woman's hands, now a blur of motion, began to mix a vibrant blue hue with a hint of silver, creating a unique shade that seemed to shimmer in the light. As she worked, Ash's eyes never left Delia's face, her gaze piercing and unyielding, as if daring the younger woman to question her authority.

With a flourish, Ash applied the blue paint to her hair, the color blending seamlessly with the silver locks that now cascaded down her back.

As Ash finished applying the blue paint to her hair, she stepped back to examine her reflection in the mirror. The vibrant blue hue blended seamlessly with the silver locks, creating a striking contrast that seemed to shimmer in the light. Ash's eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing as she scrutinized every detail of her appearance. The young sage, who had replaced Delia, watched with wide eyes, her hands clasped together in a gesture of reverence.

The young sage, dressed in a simple yet elegant robe, took a step forward, her eyes fixed on Ash's face. "Master...?" she began, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Good young girl, you at least have some manners speaking to your elders with respect," the elder said to the young sage in her wise old voice. "Anyway, we need to head out to get your first Pokemon."

The elder, Ash, led the way as they exited the room, the young sage following closely behind.

As they walked, Ash's mind raced with excitement. She had waited for this moment for what felt like an eternity, and now it was finally here.

The elder's hands moved with a deliberate slowness, the fingers closing around the fifth Poké Ball with a gentle reverence. The ball, adorned with intricate etchings that seemed to shimmer in the fading light, was lifted from the sash and held aloft. The air around them seemed to vibrate with anticipation as the elder's voice, low and husky, spoke the words of release. "Ignis, come forth!"

The Poké Ball burst into a brilliant light, the radiance illuminating the weathered façade of their home. The light coalesced into a magnificent Charizard, its scales glinting like polished gemstones in the fading light.