A Renegade's Gratitude- Prologue

"Normal speech"

'thoughts'

Emphasis/ Giratina's speech

flashback

The moon fell onto the small apartment in Floroma Town, bathing it in silver light. The eyes of a 5 year old gazed at the ceiling of sail apartment, her brother and sister lay awake also, looking and waiting.

The window creaked.

"I know you're there," the eldest female called somewhat sharply.

A guilty silence was her response. Then:

"How didst thou know it to be me, child?" An ancient, death-like voice echoed throughout the small room.

"I just do."

A shimmer of dark light, then the Renegade of the Reverse World appeared, as a human, in all his dark glory. His head turned, and crimson red eyes bored into the triplets.

"It seemth to me that you hath inherited thy mother's trait of detection, my daughter," the Renegade growled.

"Look, I, we, have names, you know. Would it kill the Mighty god of the Underworld to say them?" the youngest asked coolly, levelling his gaze.

"...Mayhap there is hope for thee yet..." He looked at the eldest girl.

"Rose, named for the Rosellia part of thee and also because of thy thorny nature." He seemed to smile at this, and Rose merely huffed in annoyance. He glanced briefly at the second girl.

"Aurora, named for thy inner Aura. Thee may not be part Pokémon, but thy psychic and aura abilities astound even me, and thee art most powerful." The Underworld god seemed to purr as he came to his only son, who looked exactly like his mother.

"Thunder...named for the attitude you inherited from thy mother...and thy unusual ability to use the psychic abilities only accesibal to Mew...that is most strange..." He said the last part to himself.

"Well...now that's done...Mum's been worried sick about where you've been, Dad!" Rose snapped, suddenly raging at her father, who merely looked back with an amused gaze.

"Yes. Thy mother doth worry overmuch over the smallest things."

"Well, shouldn't you at least tell her when you leave?"

"Why?" The god looked genuinely confused.

""Why"? What kind question is that? It's manners!"

"..."manners"?"

"...nevermind." Rose sighed in resignation. Sometimes, her Father could be so dense.

"I think that I shall visit Shaymin. Thy mother, as I gather, must be very upset, if she was sick about it."

The triplets stifled laughter at this comment. Sometimes, their Father took phrases too literally.

"Goodnight!"

"Night!"

"Yeah, what the 2 before me said..."

The Underworld god said nothing, but stalked out the room and down the corridor.

"I think she will be very...um...annoyed with me..." Giratina mussed, approaching the room where his wife slept, suppressing a shudder.

"Arceus, help me..."

Well, here is the prouloge. Please don't be TOO critical, and I will try and update this when I get 3 reveiws...(hopefully, they will be non-flame and helpfully critical...but...)

PRIMALDIALGA183 out!