Cha. 1
He goes by many names.
His entire life is a length of mystery, filled with unspoken legends, intimidating triumphs, and concealed secrets.
Some people say that he goes by the wind. Others claim that he travels with the light… and when there is none, he becomes it.
Then, there are also those who see him as the shadow, the last image before oblivion, the beholder of the scythe, the cloud below the moon.
There are memories of him within the minds of all the elders, but no pictures remain. Because, he…
He is the glorious, omnipotent, graceful...
"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME!?"
Ash ripped his eyes open to discover a potent shadow engulfing him. Next, he found himself staring into two giant circles of scarlet the size of a hot tub.
It had been nearly a month since he was kidnapped here, and he still couldn't get use to Giratina's gigantuous stature, even after the Legend had purposefully shrunk down as much as he can.
"Stop daydreaming!"
The Renegade God's bellows snapped him out of his trance immediately as Ash's sweat glands started an overproduction.
Before he could utter even a minimal sound, a dark beam zoomed out from between Giratina's eyes and slammed into him, knocking Ash for a beeline into the dim distance straight from the dark condensation on which they were standing.
His overly exaggerated cries sounded clearly from afar. Giratina roared. "If you still want breakfast, get your flat ass back here in five seconds!"
The fog tumbled and swirled under the magnitude of the Legend's voice. Instantly, a glow of blue pierced through the mystified darkness for the platform. It reached the cloud in just under three seconds and solidified into Ash's physique.
The boy stared up at Giratina. "My butt is NOT flat!"
BBBAAAAMMM!
Another crimson beam carried him violently back into the fog, the sound of his defiant yells radiating back seconds after the resonating sonic boom.
"THIS IS CHILD ABUSE!"
"Yes… child… no kidding." Giratina snorted sarcastically and turned. Three seconds later, Ash reappeared on the cloud and followed after him, whistling nonchalantly.
"How's he doing?" A voice asked.
"Still a piece of trash." Giratina rolled his eyes at the scene below while waving his claw at the faraway darkness. Then, as if an invisible door was opened, a ray of pure white shot into the realm of immortal shadows and distortion. "Albeit better than when you first sent him here."
The bright strand materialized into the small figure of a white llama that hovered at an elevation infinitely higher than the platform. "Well, at least he can take a blast from one of your Images and still dance around with ADHD."
"That's barely half a percent of its power." Giratina deadpanned. "Plus, that is my weakest Image."
"Yep… they all start like this."
"Hmmm, that reminds me…" Giratina turned to face Arceus's Image. "Why are YOU not training this generation's Chosen?"
The God of All looked at him, then back down at the calamitous platform from which stray Psybeams and absurd noises of crashes and clangs soared to even their altitude, then back at Giratina.
The Renegade Legend facepalmed. "Nevermind. Stupid question… you holy piece of irresponsible turd."
"Good luck." Arceus grinned without the slightest hints of embarrassment or awkwardness from evading his duty. "Seeing this one's… adrenaline… you're going to have a blast."
"Yep, just push everything to me, like you did with Mew's potty training." Giratina offered a giant eyeroll that lacked the barest modesty.
"Eldest sons aren't born for nothing." The llama smirked. "Plus, you can't blame me. I was creating the Universe, for my sake! All her screaming would have messed up the entire fabrication of the dimensions!"
"Sure, sure. Even without her, you still forgot the Fairy Plate."
"I FIXED THAT!" An undignified Arceus shouted.
"Mmhmm, and Celebi and her millions of minions are STILL trying to piece together the splintered timelines from that disturbance."
The Alpha One's face twitched. However, within a second, it switched from its previous joking expression to a mildly serious disposition. The white light surrounding his presence took on a slight grey.
"Anyways, I'm here for…"
"Something important?" Giratina interrupted and adjusted his stance. His eyes squeezed close and back open within a snap, now radiating a powerful glow.
"Precisely. The breach on the Void has reopened again after a thousand years."
"Not surprising. The Chosen is born as the Void opens." The Legend shrugged. "So what's the problem? We're going to go and close the damn thing again, right?"
"Not exactly. This time, it's something different." Arceus paused. "I can't put my senses accurately on what though. So, I have a plan…"
"Uggghhh!" Giratina let out a massive groan. "Please not again with your 'plans'?"
"IS THIS HOW YOU TALK TO YOUR FATHER!?"
"NORMAL FATHERS DON'T TRY TO EXECUTE PLANS THAT RESULT IN THE DEATH OF THE UNIVERSE!"
Arceus sighed. "Anyways, this is actually a good plan."
"I highly doubt that."
"We're going INTO the Void this time." Arceus stared into Giratina's eyes with a combative glint. "Something is calling. I can feel it!"
Giratina paused. His red orbs fully soaked in Arceus's ambitious will. With a sincere tone, he breathed. "Does this have to do with…"
"I don't know." The God shifted. "All I can predict is that if we don't snatch this chance, it would be another eons until the next opportunity."
The Lord of the Reversal World removed his sight from the Pokémon God to the far distance. Under his insightful vision, thousands of portals opened and closed within a fragment of a second, and the Concepts of the Dimensions twisted into his will.
In the reflection of his pupil, two flashes of pink and blue illuminated brightly. A lighter pink radiated for a blink before waning.
"Just us four?" Giratina peered back at Arceus.
"Yep."
"Not Mew?"
"Of course not. The Chosen is less trained than any others. Afterall, this breach is much earlier than the normal. We need her here to watch over them." The white llama's Image began to fade. "Plus, do you really trust her… hyperactivity… in the Void?"
"But you trust her here!?" Giratina shot a look of disbelief in the Alpha's direction.
"I'm doing the best with what I have!" Arceus returned with a look of exasperation. "We're leaving tomorrow."
"TOMORROW!?" Giratina expanded to the size of a planet instantaneously like an anvil had pancaked his tail. "You're seriously going to tell me that you're only announcing a trip on which we are embarking that might end reality THE DAY BEFORE THE TRIP!?"
Arceus's glow flashed into darkness. "Have fun packing!"
Giratina stared into the spot that had contained the Alpha. His sensitive ears were filled with the ridiculous yells of the young Chosen trying to dodge his Image's Night Slashes while attempting to steal the last strip of bacon.
"Hell has never had a worse Ambassador." Giratina deadpanned.
A/N: New book! Please support!
