Weakened Bond(Used to be Shackles) (pokemon fanfic)

The boy looked up. He felt the ropes binding around his wrists. He had one thought in his sad, broken mind. Wilbur. He slipped into unconsciousness. Chains rattled in the middle of the night. There were dreams, dreams of the past day.
flashback
The boy ran through the forest. Stupid Lenora, making HIM run all the errands. It's her stupid skull, she should get it herself.
"Quit MEDDLING!" a grunt screamed. "The dragon skull isn't important now, it's YOU! The second time! SECOND STUNFISKING Time!" The girl was crazed. The boy threw out his last defense, Wilbur the Tepig. He was low on health, and just barely knew fire attacks. Sadly, the grunt had a Sandile at full health. There was no chance he was going to win. Wilbur used Take Down, making him faint.
"You're going to keep interfering if I don't stop you now! Lord N fears the worst! Ghetsis I'm sure will do away with you personally." she pulled out a sewaddle. "String Shot!"
end flashback
He woke up, the dream abruptly ending.The grunt was right, of course. N seemed to keep following him around. Plasma seemed to be following HIM. He rolled over onto his side. His name. What was it? He couldn't remember. Maybe a side effect of Confusion? Hmm... He could remember Wilbur's name, though. That seemed to make him sad. What was sad? He vaguely remembered the feeling. "I think... I need to get myself a name. All I can remember is Wilbur, and stuff about him. Like his moves. I can name myself that way. Hmm... Ember. I like that." Ember drifted off again, into a dreamless void. But there was a memory, of sunshine, and auburn hair, in an enormous ponytail. It made him happy, if anything could anymore.