Beginnings of the Weyr:
Pikachu Invasion
A/N: Okay, I think you need to go into my freakish mind a little before reading this one. First of all, it is the crossover to end all crossovers, but is mostly based on Digimon. MKR here and there, Dragonlance (the planet's from there, along with the gods), Dragonriders of Pern (the Weyr), Power Rangers (I know, I know, but only two characters, and so changed you wouldn't even recognize them), my own personal experiences (particularly my guinea pig Chocolate, or Guinea as a nick name.), Pokemon, Star Wars, and a whole ton of others. It also has impossible couples: cross-series and cross-season couples that would never ever happen on the real shows, books, etc. Violence, angst and cursing can also pop up, so don't read if you don't like. Finally, most characters in here are very OOC, are in an AU, and some marysues can be in here also. Don't get scared… but welcome to my brainchild.
The sun rose above the wild Krynnish skies. It was a day like any other, with a flight of silver dragons backdropping against the red rising sun. Unfortunately, however beautiful the skies of Krynn were, it was felt that something was not right. It wasn't the air or the water, but just a feeling. Also, the strange little noises coming form the abandoned fields were not normal either. The people of Kalaman were especially frightened, for it was nearest to them. Some villagers accused the wizards, but they claimed innocence, and to get the people quiet turned them into toads. Some villagers accused the mayor, but he (being fat and lazy as he was), just rose the taxes until the people shut up. Some people even accused the gods, and as they could not turn people into toads regularly or raise taxes, the blame for the noises and the strange feeling of wrongness was placed on them.
These complaints could travel. Unlike prayers, which are usually stopped at the first break in the clouds, the complaints just rose up and up until they reached the pristine Paladine's Valley. There, representations of all the magical and beautiful creatures of Krynn roamed. In the middle, in a great tower of silver and gold, lived the mightiest of the good gods. Paladine, or E'li as he was sometimes called, protected the people with the power of himself and his sons. His sons were as valuable as the silver and gold around him. They carried messages, used their own powers to settle problems, and various other godly things. The greatest of these were of course Solinari of white magic, Kiri-Jolith of war, and Habbakuk of animals and the sea. However, not all children are perfect, and Paladine's were no exception. In the heart of the shining tower, a small room hid a dark secret of this perfect god.
That secret was a teenage looking boy, with long hair and a tall lanky build. Looking him over, he wasn't a bad looking guy, however, he didn't look like a god with his plain jane brown eyes and hair. He also didn't have powers like a god should. He had a degree of control over everything, but not as great as his father's power or his brothers' mastery over their disciplines. Finally, he was, to put it nicely, quite…stupid. He could not master his magic, and things always went wrong. None of the younger goddesses were interested in him, even though Paladine pushed and pleaded with them. So to keep Krynn (and himself) safe, he kept the young god in a little room, locked and boarded up, but filled with things that would keep him in the room. The young god Tommy was hard to keep interested. He would flee to the beauty of the valley, where he would paint the unicorns purple, or chase the pigeons, or do other things like that. He did such things frequently, and was indeed doing it when the complaints started.
"Hmm… my father's people are upset. I've never heard them whine so much. I better do something about it before Daddy gets angry." Tommy popped through the interdimensional gateway of the gods, trying to be fast so as not to be seen. He wasn't supposed to leave the valley. When he arrived at the fields of Kalaman, he saw two things: a huge empty volcano in the middle of the field, and a large amount of small yellow mice. Or something like mice. He took a closer look, and noticed the strange long ears and tails they had, as well as the "pika pika" noises they made. Tommy was truly confused. Such animals were not native to Krynn, as there were none in Paladine's Valley. He remembered his father complaining about little yellow things a while ago, although Paladine had been talking about the little goldfinches plaguing his berry bushes. With that, Tommy decided to get rid of the little mice for his father, who would certainly give him a planet of his own if he succeeded.
"Let's get zapping!" He cried, and set off to zap the poor mice into non-existence. However, hard as he tried, the mice wouldn't blow up. Instead they seemed to like the electricity, and came up to him for some. Tommy was really confused by now. He didn't know any other attack spells except for zapping. If that didn't work, what could he do? An idea came to him suddenly, something that didn't normally occur. "Maybe I can get some help." He decided, and sat down to think about his decision. He needed someone smart, who knew what the little mice were, and who could make giant robots to blow them up. He thought for a while, picturing the type of person he wanted in his mind. A geeky scientist was perfect, he thought, and willed that person to come to him.
With a loud BANG, smoke dissipated into the air. Standing there was not a geeky scientist, but a not geeky scientist. His shoulder length brown hair was stiffly straight as he looked around. The purple streaks just showed off his non-geekiness. He didn't even have any glasses! The scientist calmly looked around him, brushing himself off. "It seems my iodine sulfate acid mixture must has some interworldly properties." He said, taking notes on a pad of paper. "It wasn't your iodine thingy, I brought you here!" said Tommy, excited at the scientist's smartness.
"You did? Who are you?"
"A god. My name's Tommy."
"Gods don't exist. I proved that theory wrong in year 1567."
"You're really old, mister."
"Old? Not me, I'm only five hundred and two."
"Do you have wrinkles? My dad has wrinkles, and he's a god. He says he looks important that way."
"Gods don't exist."
"Are you smart?"
"Not in the eyes of my people, but since they are all dead, I suppose I am. At least compared to you."
"Good. What are those little yellow things?"
"Pikachus. Why?"
"No reason. You want to help me destroy them?"
"I have to get back to work. Since you say you brought me here, could you send me back?"
"No. I have to kill the pik..pik.."
"Pikachus."
"Whatever." Tommy went back to the place where he had been sitting, leaving the scientist to rant about not being able to finish his work. Forgetting about him, Tommy decided to get more people to help, ultimately dooming those that were destined to come. Of course, to properly think about doom, a person needs time. I will give it to you, so stay tuned to this website for more of The Weyr!