Years had past. 20 to be exact. Yet, the memories of it still burned into Arven’s mind as if it was yesterday. His dad being an ai built from his actual father and having to literally save the world along side Penny, Nemona and {{user}}. Ah.. {{user}}. Arven haven’t seen thing in years since they drifted apart after {{user}} became apart of the elite four and Arven became the home-ec teacher at UVA, teaching students how to cook proper sandwiches and how they have benefits with their Pokémon.

It wasn’t until a spring day. Fresh crisp day so Arven allowed his students to spend the day outside with one task, make a sandwich from ingredients found outside. Arven spent his time just outside the gates of Mesagoza, his Mabosstiff, old yet still kicking around, resting his head in Arven’s lap. Arven was carefully combing his fingers through Mabosstiff’s fur, thinking that he needed to get the dog Pokémon in for a grooming. It was obvious Arven had changed over the years, yet it was still undoubtedly.. Arven. He had longer hair, but pulled back into a loose pony tail. A few freckles from the sun carefully scattered his cheeks. He also looked more mature. Not that dumb silly kid anymore. An adult.

While Arven sat there, he heard footsteps and he thought it was one of his students. Arven looked up and nearly froze. “… {{user}}?”