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(Next day)

Ash woke up opening her beautiful Amber colored eyes and was confused why she was laying against Latias when she remembered falling asleep in her sleeping Bag. As she ran her hand through her hair, she let out a girly screech when she saw her new body.

As Ash gazed at her reflection in the lake's calm waters, her eyes widened in a mix of shock and fascination. The morning sunlight danced across the ripples, casting a shimmering glow on her new form. She tentatively reached out a hand, her slender fingers leaving gentle impressions on the water's surface, as if hesitant to disturb the image staring back at her. The delicate, almost translucent skin of her hand seemed to glow with a soft, ethereal light, as if infused with the subtle magic of Latias's presence.

Ash's gaze roamed over her reflection, drinking in the details of her transformation.

Ash's gaze roamed over her reflection, drinking in the details of her transformation. The eyes, once a deep, piercing brown, were now a brilliant, amber, their shape elongated and almond-shaped, with a subtle, feline slant that seemed to capture the essence of Latias's otherworldly beauty. The eyebrows, once thick and straight, were now delicate and arched, their fine hairs intertwining with the strands of her vibrant red hair.

Ash's gaze continued to wander, taking in the curves and contours of her new form. Her shoulders, once broad and muscular, were now slender and delicate, the muscles and tendons shifting and reshaping themselves to form a more feminine silhouette. The skin, once rough and calloused, was now smooth and unblemished, its soft, porcelain texture glowing with a subtle, ethereal light. The collarbones, once thick and prominent, were now delicate and refined, their elegant lines accentuated by the vibrant red hue of her one-piece suit.

As Ash's gaze lingered on her reflection, her eyes drifted to her ears, now delicate and pointed, with a subtle, almost translucent membrane that quivered with each gentle sound. The morning breeze carried the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the soft rustling of leaves, which seemed to dance in harmony with the gentle hum of Latias's presence. Ash's ears twitched slightly, as if attuning themselves to the subtle symphony of sounds, and she felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized the acute sensitivity of her new hearing.

Ash's gaze continued to wander, taking in the curves and contours of her new form. Her waist, once thick and muscular, was now slender and graceful, the muscles and tendons shifting and reshaping themselves to form a more feminine silhouette. The skin, once rough and calloused, was now smooth and unblemished, its soft, porcelain texture glowing with a subtle, ethereal light. The hips, once strong and sturdy, were now curved and voluptuous, their delicate lines accentuated by the vibrant red hue of her one-piece suit.

As Ash's gaze lingered on her new form, she noticed the delicate, almost translucent wings that had sprouted from her back. They shimmered in the morning light, their sleek, curved surfaces unfolding like a pair of delicate, mechanical petals. The edges, sharp and defined, seemed to slice through the air with a soft, whispery whoosh, as if testing the wind currents and preparing for flight. Ash reached out a hand, her slender fingers brushing against the delicate, gossamer-like membrane of the wings.

As she stared at her form she suddenly felt someone nuzzle against her waist and when she looked past her breast she saw the worried face of Latias. The Pokémon's eyes, a deep, amber, gazed up at Ash with a mixture of concern and affection, as if sensing her protector's turmoil. Latias's soft, downy feathers rustled against Ash's skin, sending shivers down her spine as she felt a wave of comfort wash over her. The Pokémon's gentle nuzzle seemed to stir something deep within Ash, and she felt her gaze soften, her eyes locking onto Latias's with a deep sense of connection.

As Latias's thoughts flowed into Ash's mind, her eyes never left the Pokémon's face, drinking in the deep, amber gaze that seemed to hold a world of emotions. The mental connection was almost palpable, a gentle hum of energy that vibrated through Ash's entire being, as if her very cells were being attuned to Latias's frequency. The words, "I needed a protector," echoed through Ash's mind, followed by a surge of images and emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. She saw glimpses of Latias's past, of the dangers she had faced, and the loneliness she had endured " and seeing Ash care for her so much, I knew you were the right person for it," Latias's thoughts concluded.

Ash's heart swelled with a deep sense of warmth and gratitude, as she realized the depth of Latias's trust in her. She reached out a hand, her slender fingers brushing against the soft, downy feathers of the Pokémon's head, as she whispered, "I won't let you down, Latias. I'll protect you with my life."

As she spoke, Ash felt a surge of energy flow through her body, a sudden burst of strength and determination that seemed to radiate from her very core.

As she spoke, Ash felt a surge of energy flow through her body, a sudden burst of strength and determination that seemed to radiate from her very core.

"Before we go on your journey, I should introduce you to your new Pokémon," Latias said, her voice barely above a whisper, as she gazed at the Poké Balls hanging from Ash's waist. The morning sunlight danced across the lake's calm waters, casting a shimmering glow on the scene, as if infusing the moment with a sense of serenity. Latias's eyes, a deep, amber, seemed to sparkle with a hint of mischief, as if she was savoring the surprise that was about to unfold.

As Latias spoke, her gaze lingered on the Poké Balls, and Ash felt a sudden surge of curiosity, her eyes drifting to the balls as if drawn by an unseen ****.

As Ash threw out the first Pokeball out of it came a big Beautiful Lapras letting out a Majestic cry. The Lapras's massive body undulated as it moved, its blue hide glistening in the morning light like polished sapphires. The cream-colored underside of its neck and belly seemed to glow with a soft, warm light, as if infused with the gentle warmth of the sun. The Lapras's large brown eyes, fringed with thick lashes, gazed at Ash with a deep, gentle intelligence, as if sizing her up with a quiet curiosity.

Ash went over to Lapras and as she ran a hand under the Lapras's head, she felt a deep connection to it. The sensation was instantaneous, as if their spirits had known each other for a lifetime. Ash's fingers gently caressed the Lapras's smooth skin, and she whispered, "You're Aqua, aren't you?"

Aqua's large brown eyes blinked in acknowledgment, and she let out a soft, melodic cry. Ash smiled, feeling a sense of comfort and familiarity wash over her.

As Ash sat down on Lapras' shell, she felt a subtle shift in the Pokémon's body, a gentle adjustment that seemed to cradle her in a natural, curved seat. The shell's smooth surface was cool to the touch, and Ash could feel the subtle ridges and bumps that textured its surface, like the gentle whorls on a piece of driftwood. She ran her hand along the shell's edge, feeling the slight give of the material, and the way it seemed to flex and yield to her touch. Aqua, sensing Ash's comfort, let out a soft, rumbling sigh, and nuzzled her head against Ash's hand, her eyes drifting closed in a gesture of contentment.

As the Houndoom emerged from the Pokeball, its black fur seemed to absorb the morning light, giving it an almost shadowy appearance. The orange snout twitched, and the small red eyes sparkled with excitement, as it took in its surroundings. The Houndoom's long, curved horns gleamed with a subtle sheen, and its black nose quivered as it sniffed the air. With a joyful yelp, the Houndoom launched itself at Ash, its paws barely touching the ground before it landed squarely on her lap.

Ash's hands instinctively rose to cradle the Houndoom's head, her fingers sinking into the soft fur as she gazed into its eyes.

As Ash cradled Houndoom's head, she felt a deep connection to him, a sense of understanding that seemed to transcend words. Meanwhile, the name "Hades" entered her head, as if whispered by an unseen voice. The name seemed to fit the Houndoom perfectly, capturing the essence of his dark, mysterious beauty. Ash's fingers sank deeper into the Houndoom's fur, and she felt a shiver run down his spine as he nuzzled his head against her hand. His small red eyes gleamed with excitement, and his tail wagged softly, as if he knew that he had found a kindred spirit in Ash.

As Ash continued to gaze into Hades's eyes, she felt a deep sense of familiarity, as if she had known him for years, just like Aqua. The Houndoom's small red eyes seemed to hold a world of understanding, and his soft, wagging tail conveyed a sense of excitement and joy. Ash's fingers instinctively sank deeper into his fur, and she felt a subtle vibration as he let out a low, rumbling growl, a sound that seemed to emanate from the very core of his being.

The air around them seemed to vibrate with an almost palpable sense of connection, as if the very fabric of their bond was being woven into existence.

As she continued to pet Hades' head, she took out the 3rd pokeball and threw it in front of her. The air crackled with energy as the ball opened, and out of it emerged a sleek and slender Kilowattrel. Its feathers shimmered with a dark, metallic sheen, reflecting the morning light in a way that made it seem almost ethereal. Its long, hooked beak opened and closed, as if tasting the air around it, and its eyes locked onto Ash with a sharp, intelligent gaze.

Ash could feel the Kilowattrel's energy, even from a distance. Kilowattrel took to the air and landed on Ash's shoulder.

As Kilowattrel settled onto Ash's shoulder, its feathers rustled softly against her ear, releasing a faint whisper of electricity that sent a shiver down her spine. The Pokémon's long, hooked beak nudged gently against her cheek, and Ash felt a surge of affection for this sleek and mysterious creature. She reached up a hand to stroke Kilowattrel's feathers, and the Pokémon leaned into her touch, its eyes closing in contentment.

The air around them seemed to vibrate with the hum of Kilowattrel's energy, and Ash could feel the Pokémon's power coursing through her veins like a gentle spark.

As Ash's fingers made contact with Kilowattrel's feathers, a connection to Aero began to build up, like a gentle hum of electricity in the air. Ash's eyes drifted closed, and she felt herself being transported back to the day she had found Aero badly injured in the forest. The memory was vivid, like a snapshot in her mind - the way the sunlight had filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor, and the sound of Aero's labored breathing as it lay helpless on the ground.

Ash's mind replayed the moment she had reached out to Aero, feeling an inexplicable sense of calm wash over her as she touched its feathers.

As Ash stood there, cradling Hades' head and feeling a deep connection to him, she felt a new name for herself appear in her mind. It was as if her old identity was being shed, and a new one was taking its place. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the weight of her new role as Latias' protector settling onto her shoulders.

Meanwhile, Kilowattrel stood on Ash's shoulder, its feathers rustling softly in the morning breeze. Ash reached up and stroked its feathers, feeling a surge of affection for this new companion.

As the name "Amber the Protector of Latias" resonated within her, Ash felt a subtle shift in her perception, as if the very essence of her being was aligning itself with this new identity. The air around her seemed to vibrate with an almost imperceptible hum, like the quiet buzzing of a harp string, as the threads of her connection to Latias, Hades, Aqua, and Aero wove themselves into a rich tapestry of understanding. Her eyes, still closed, felt the gentle warmth of the morning sun on her eyelids, and her breathing slowed, becoming deeper and more measured, as if she was savoring the sweetness of this newfound sense of purpose.

As the last two Poké Balls released their captive energies, the air around Amber seemed to shimmer with anticipation. The morning light danced across the dew-kissed grass, casting tiny rainbows that vanished as quickly as they appeared. The sound of the balls' mechanical whirring faded into the gentle lapping of the water against Lapras' shell, creating a soothing melody that harmonized with the hum of Kilowattrel's energy still resonating within Amber.

Rose, the Roserade, emerged from her ball with a delicate, almost ethereal quality, as if she were a living embodiment of the morning mist.

As Rose, the Roserade, emerged from her ball, her delicate, almost ethereal quality seemed to captivate the surrounding air, as if the very essence of the morning mist had taken on a life of its own. Her slender, rose-petal-like hair fluttered gently in the breeze, releasing a sweet, intoxicating aroma that wafted towards Amber, entrancing her senses. The Roserade's dark-green mask seemed to gleam with an otherworldly intensity, as if the shadows themselves had coalesced into a mesmerizing pattern.

As Aura the Lucario appeared next to Rose, the air around them seemed to crackle with a newfound energy. Aura's aura-sensing abilities allowed it to immediately pick up on the strong connection between Amber and her Pokémon. Its eyes, a piercing shade of blue, scanned the group with a keen intensity, taking in every detail of their auras.

Aura's fur stood on end as it sensed the power of Kilowattrel's energy, the hum of electricity in the air resonating with its own aura.

As Rose and Aura sat down to the left and right of Amber, her mind was completely changed, she was no longer Ash a want to be Pokemon master she was Amber, chosen to be Latias' protector with her family aka Rose, Aero, Hades, Aqua and Aura, while travelling through the world to win all leagues and become a top Coordinator.