he finds friends and a weird Temple

it's now been a week since Ash had become a Serperior, although he didn't remember anything about his old life anymore and had give himself a new name. Kaal's gaze, once a piercing stare, now a gentle sweep of the surroundings, traversed the clearing, drinking in the sights and sounds of his domain. The name, Kaal, had emerged from the depths of his serpentine mind, a moniker that resonated with the primitive power coursing through his veins. As he shifted his massive body, the rustle of leaves and snapping of twigs served as a reminder of his imposing presence, and the jungle creatures, both seen and unseen, parted to accommodate his movements.

Kaal's nostrils flared, and he inhaled deeply, savoring the complex tapestry of scents that wafted on the breeze.

over the week Kaal had eaten many Pokemon but also befriended some of them Son Goku the Infernape, Blade the Sceptile, Ninja the Greninja and Ryzor the Scizor, the 5 of them spending some time with eachother but still being alone most of the time.

As Kaal's nostrils flared, the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves wafted up, carrying with it the faint tang of Son Goku's familiar musk. Kaal's gaze, still sweeping the clearing, instinctively narrowed, homing in on the source of the scent. A rustle of leaves, a snapping of twigs, and the Infernape's authoritative growl announced his arrival. Goku's eyes, aglow with warmth, locked onto Kaal's, and the two shared a silent understanding, a bond forged from their week-long companionship.

As Kaal's body flexed, his scaly muscles rippling beneath his emerald hide, the air seemed to vibrate with anticipation. The scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, carried on the breeze, mingled with the acrid tang of Goku's flames, simmering just below the surface. The Infernape's eyes, aglow with warmth, narrowed slightly, his pupils constricting as he sized up his opponent. Kaal, sensing the tension, responded in kind, his vertical pupils contracting into slits as he coiled his massive body, preparing to strike.

The air was heavy with the promise of combat, the jungle itself seeming to hold its breath as the two Pokémon faced off.

With a loud yell, Son Goku rushed headfirst into the fray, his flaming fur shimmering in the dappled sunlight as he charged towards Kaal. The Serperior, his senses heightened and muscles coiled, sprung into action, navigating the underbrush with ease as he maneuvered between trees and tangled vines. Goku's hoarse growl filled the air as he tried to corner the Serperior, but Kaal's sinuous body snapped back and forth, dodging the Infernape's attacks with a deft grace.

Kaal lunged forward, his serpentine body rippling with raw, primal power. A burst of flames erupted from Goku's paws, enveloping the jungle floor in a blaze of crackling intensity. As Kaal slithered past, he deftly weaved between the fiery tendrils, leaving the flames to lick harmlessly at his draconic hide. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and charred earth, yet it seemed to invigorate the duo, stoking the flames of their battle.

Goku, his feet ablaze with the heat of his fire-type abilities, was unrelenting in his ****, darting in and out, pouncing and striking with lightning speed.

Suddenly as they were battling both Kaal and Son Goku felt some weird feeling comming from the center of the Jungle as both looked at eachother Kaal said "should we invessst thisss" with a hiss in his voice.

"yeah, I have never felt this before, something has to be going on there" Son goku said as they he jumped onto a tree branch as he swung from vine to vine while Kaal Slithered on the ground towards were the feeling was comming from.

As they moved in tandem, the rustling of leaves and snapping of twigs beneath Kaal's massive body harmonized with the gentle swaying of vines and soft creaking of tree branches as Son Goku swung through the air. The weird feeling, akin to a vibration, grew in intensity, causing the scales on the back of Kaal's neck to stand on end, while Son Goku's flames danced with an otherworldly energy, as if fueled by an unseen ****. The air seemed to thicken, heavy with an electric anticipation, as the duo converged on the source of the disturbance.

As Kaal and Son Goku drew closer to the source of the disturbance, the air grew heavy with an electric charge, the hairs on the back of the Serperior's neck standing on end. Ninja, the Greninja, materialized from the underbrush, his eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity as he fell into step beside Kaal. Ryzor, the Scizor, swooped down from the canopy above, his wings beating in a slow, rhythmic cadence as he alighted on a nearby branch, his eyes fixed intently on the quartet's destination. The four Pokémon moved as one, their senses heightened as they converged on the epicenter of the disturbance.

and then they arrived at a clearing were they saw a Vine overgrown ancient Maya Temple that was never seen before, and at it's entry stood Blade as if waiting for them.

As the quartet emerged from the dense foliage, the majestic façade of the ancient Maya Temple slowl revealed itself, its weathered stones shrouded in a tapestry of vines and creepers. The air seemed to thicken with an almost palpable sense of reverence, as if the very jungle itself was holding its breath in awe. Blade, the Sceptile, stood poised at the entrance, his piercing blue eyes fixed intently on the arriving group. His slender body seemed to emanate an aura of quiet confidence, his tail swishing in a slow, rhythmic cadence as he surveyed his companions.

after they climbed the stair Blade said "I thought you would also come here" as the others nodded as Ninja said "yeah but I am asking myself were this Temple is comming from, I have never seen it before" the others shrugged as they decided to enter the Temple

As they stepped across the threshold, the warm sunlight that had filtered through the jungle canopy was suddenly extinguished, plunging the group into a cool, damp darkness. The air inside the temple was heavy with the scent of aged stone and the faintest hint of decay, a primordial aroma that seemed to stir something deep within Kaal's serpentine form. The Serperior's eyes, adapted to the bright jungle light, took a moment to adjust to the dim interior, but as they did, he saw that the temple's entrance hall was a grand, high-ceilinged chamber, the walls lined with intricate carvings that depicted a civilization long lost to the sands of time, but what shocked them was it looked like the Civilization was Woreshipping a Gigantic Serperior that lived inside the temple.

As Kaal's eyes adjusted to the dim light, he saw that the walls of the entrance hall were adorned with intricate carvings depicting a civilization long lost to the sands of time. The carvings showed Serperior in various poses, some in a regal stance, others in a protective one, and some in a peaceful repose. The images conveyed a deep reverence for the Serperior, almost as if they were worshipping it.

The quintet moved further into the temple, their footsteps echoing off the ancient stone walls. The air grew colder as they ventured deeper, and the scent of decay grew stronger.

as they moved further they saw more and more carvings of the Giant Serperior being Worshiped and even ones depicting humans being turned into Serperiors themselves, it all looked like a working together between the Serperior and the Civilization as they were worshiping him and in counter he was protecting them from other tribes or turning some of them into Serperiors themselves, but the 5 asked themselves what happened since they hadn't seen a single resemblence of the tribe or the snake throughout the lush jungle.

As they delved deeper into the temple, the carvings on the walls became increasingly vivid, with intricate details that seemed to leap out of the stone itself. The air grew colder still, and the scent of decay mellowed, replaced by a faint, sweet aroma that teased Kaal's sensitive serpentine nose. The quintet moved cautiously, their footsteps echoing off the walls as they turned a corner, revealing a massive stone statue of the Giant Serperior, its eyes glowing with an ethereal light. The statue towered over them, its presence both majestic and unnerving, casting long shadows across the walls as the flickering torches danced in the draft from the entrance hall.

As the quintet stood before the colossal statue, the flickering torches cast eerie shadows on the walls, making it seem as if the very spirits of the ancient civilization were stirring, awakened by their presence. Kaal, despite his impressive size, felt insignificant compared to the massive stone Serperior looming above him. The statue's eyes, glowing with an ethereal light, seemed to pierce through the darkness, as if watching the group with an unblinking gaze. The air was heavy with an almost palpable sense of reverence, and the sweet aroma that had teased Kaal's nose earlier grew stronger, filling his lungs with an intoxicating scent that seemed to stir a deep, primal connection within him.

The air grew charged with tension as they all turned to look at Ninja, the Greninja. His eyes were wide, as if he had seen something that shocked him deeply. The group followed his gaze to the wall he was standing in front of, which depicted a ferocious battle between two distinct groups. The Mayans, with their intricate headdresses and ornate armor, were locked in a **** struggle with a band of foreign invaders. The invaders were tall, fair-skinned, and armed with swords and spears, their faces contorted with battle rage.

Leading the Mayans was a colossal Serperior, its body a swirl of green and brown scales, its eyes gleaming with a feral intensity.

As Ninja's gaze remained fixed on the wall, the others followed his line of sight, their eyes tracing the intricate carvings that depicted the ferocious battle between the Mayans and the Paldaen invaders. The air in the temple seemed to grow heavier, the shadows cast by the flickering torches twisting into macabre silhouettes on the walls. Kaal, his serpentine body tense, felt a shiver run down his spine as he took in the gruesome scene. The Mayans, with their ornate headdresses and armor, were shown fighting valiantly, but they were vastly outnumbered by the Paldaen invaders, who seemed to be cutting them down with ruthless efficiency.

The Paldaen invaders, armed with swords and spears, charged towards the Mayans, their faces twisted with battle rage. The Mayans fought back valiantly, but they were vastly outnumbered. The colossal Serperior leading them fought fiercely, its body a swirl of green and brown scales, its eyes gleaming with a feral intensity. But the invaders were relentless, and soon, the Serperior was deadly wounded.

In a last-ditch effort, the Serperior turned into the statue in front of them and unleashing a magical spell upon the forest which turned all of the Mayans and Spanish into pokemon without rememberence of their old lives and every human that entered the forest would befall the same fate as long as the statue stood there.

As they headed back to the Statue, Kaal's serpentine body slid effortlessly across the stone floor, his scales glinting in the flickering torchlight. The others followed closely behind, their eyes fixed on the colossal statue looming before them. Kaal's gaze was drawn to the foot of the statue, where intricate carvings danced across the stone. As he approached, he noticed a series of symbols etched into the base of the pedestal, seemingly a language he had never seen before. Yet, as he drew closer, the markings began to shimmer, and Kaal felt a sudden jolt of recognition. The symbols resolved into an ancient language, one that spoke directly to his serpentine heart "those of my desendants, worthy of carrying my royal blood will free the forest of my curse but in exchange they will become my size and have to take my role as the protector of the forest, while caring for everybody apart from your prey" Kaal knew that this was directly from the Serperior in the statue but asked himself if he was worthy since originally he wasn't a Serperior and only became one thanks to a finding a suit.

Kaal's eyes lingered on the symbols, his mind reeling with the weight of the message. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he pondered the implications of the words. Could he truly be a descendant of the great Serperior, worthy of carrying its royal blood? The doubts crept in, fueled by the knowledge that he wasn't born a Serperior, but had instead donned the suit to become one. He glanced down at his serpentine body, the scales glinting in the torchlight, he thought there was no way but still gave it a try and touched the statue with his muzzle.