Disclaimer:I do not own Pokemon in any way shape or form. I own my ideas and the plot I make along with the FanFiction I write.
Warning:OC's.
Once,long ago,many humans inhabited this world,then,one day,it happened.A man made disease some-how escaped the clutches of team rocket,spreading quickly,soon,the world population of humans was halved,then halved again and again until only small groups passed quickly,and soon, the humans began to recover after they came up with an idea:Take up the ways of samurai of old or become had a similar idea: take up the ways of ninja of old or risk was peaceful then,their were far few humans to risk destroying their kind with years passed,time and Pokemon had destroyed the cities the humans were once so proud began to build new cities,two main cities of samurai and three cities of more years passed with-out blood it happened.A group of Pokemon,corrupted by the spirits of the dead humans,appears their might so great that even the weakest of them was able to destroy mountains with a flick of their and Pokemon alike began to call them demons. Unknown to all but the legends them selves and the eldest of the nine-tail-of which it had been nine generations of dieing of old age- they had appeared more than once before,and only in times of great peril,though they took many forms the strongest was once the Pikachu of Ash Ketchum,after that the nine-tails of his great great great great grand child's great great grand child when the legendary titans were clashing once again and the final time after that a Pokemon that moved too fast to see during a war that would of decoyed the leaving them corrupt human and Pokemon alike recalled the stories of old and began to blame each other for the reappearance of the guardians of the world- ninja blaming samurai,samurai blaming ninja,and thus war broke out- without the legends to stop them as they slept in a forced old nine tails made a prophecy:
[CENTEr]"When the peril becomes too great for the Guardians to stop it is up to a descendant of the first keeper of the strongest to seek out the eldest nine-tails,together with all four they travel to awaken the legends of old after gaining a samurai guard and the last of a strong line of ninja.
Together they draw upon the power of the land and sea,
The might of the sky's above
The Power of Time and space
and the exiled one of chaos
to free the one with the might of all elements from the cage made by the ones whom unleashed...it...
When the cough spreads again
and the fever blazes in the blood of noblemen
when it go's from humans to Pokemon
and the scent of death itself blackens the sky
The one with ash for blood must seek out
the four with the power of nine
to release the slumbering from their sleep
and drawing upon the power of one banished by the imprisoned for chaos and distortion
they free the imprisoned warrior,
whom then free's its warriors and his chosen
from their stone sleep
Beware those whom seem good,
for not every thing is every thing is as it seems
the sweet smelling one's smell hides its toxic fumes.
Trust in those whom can ring the bell with the most resounding clarity...
for the one with ash for blood will ring the bell the clearest...
...Blood will fall if the one whom fears the light...
...hides in the shadows of the ashen bloods honor...
...only one with a heart with honor that does not fear...
...the shadows in their heart...
...Can do what needs...
...to be...
...done..."
[/CENTER]Only the elderly nine-tails remember what all four of them saw that day...The day it began...