So after writing "Fusion" I took to liking the idea for writing a one to two-shot for Pokedex entries. So here's part one of the two-shot for Dusknoir AND Giratina. Read and Review, please, and Enjoy!
Nightlight
Blackness. Pure, absolute blackness. It was the world that he lived in. There was no light in it, no wind; the cool dark lay undisturbed, just as it had for all of eternity. It had seen the creation of a new world only a few years ago, one full of light and color, but no light had reached the shadows. He had been born here, completely alone and frightened at first, with vast knowledge of many things, but not the chance to ever use it. He grew up here, never finding anyone or anything to speak to, save the darkness that surrounded him. He could fly through the endless blackness without ever feeling anything. He knew not the soft touch of grass, nor the roughness of rock. He had only felt his own touch, cold and transparent as the world he lived in. There was another place he knew about- the new world. The blessed darkness was never untainted by light in that place, and he had no desire to go there. Why should he? He, Giratina, lord of the Black World, had no need to forsake his home and travel to a different dimension. No, he was content to stay where he was for all eternity.
And then he was not alone. A small sphere of red fire entered his world. The flame had no fuel and they gave off no light, but it burned. Giratina was fascinated by this, and even more so when it spoke to him.
"W-who are you? Where am I? What happened to me?"
The old knowledge of speech burned in Giratina's mind, pleading for use. But Giratina stayed silent. Something inside him told him to wait and see what the ball of flame told him next.
"Wait, I'm dead! I remember dying! I remember that Palkia and Dialga said something about my crimes condemning me, and then blackness… And then this!"
This finally prompted Giratina to speak. He knew some things about the world that was linked to his. He knew little of the creatures that inhabited it, although he had watched this world through the hazy veil that separated his world from it, and he had learned about some of the creatures called "Pokémon" and the ones that were called "humans". Giratina had seen that humans used Pokémon for food, that they sometimes slept together in the mud-and-stick structures that humans lived in and that Pokémon would help humans that needed it. The creatures that he had seen looked nothing like the thing before that claimed to have been alive, and neither humans nor Pokémon came back after death.
"So you are saying that these creatures, Palkia and Dialga, killed you, but not for food, only to kill you?" Giratina roared, ignoring the questions posed. He was surprised to find that he felt angry at the assumption he had made. He only knew that he was angry because some hidden understanding told him that he was; it was a new experience for him.
"Well, I kind of…" the flame started to say, flinching from the roar. To it, the roar sounded exactly the same as the last sound it heard while alive: the sound of its bones being crushed. And then realization struck it again. " Oh, Arceus…You're Giratina, aren't you? Just before they killed me, Palkia and Dialga spoke of you as the keeper of cursed souls, and that I was to be your first victim! Dialga also mentioned that you were to be banished to the Distortion World for you violence! Is this where I am? Please, have mercy!"
But Giratina heard little of what was said to him. He had no experience in the other world, but what he just heard made him want to never go there. Creatures that ended the lives of others, but not for food? What kind of cruel, twisted being would end the life of another without cause?
"Your life was ended before your time when you did nothing, correct?"
"Are you about to pass your judgment on me?"
Giratina sighed. Even with his hidden spring of internal wisdom he had no idea what the former creature was talking about, and he said as much. Now, in the presence of another being, Giratina was realizing how lonely he had been. He could no longer live how he had been living; he needed someone else. Tears began to flow down his face, sprinkling down onto the flame like a gentle spring rain. The flame gasped and tried to move away, but it was frozen in place. And then the changes started.
The front half of a skull- lacking a jaw- appeared in front of the flame, and a small, gray cloak with only a hole for the skull shimmered into existence around the flame. The cloak had the picture of a bone stitched into the back.
"What happened to me? I have a new body! I can move again!" Exclaimed the former creature, sounding both astonished and ecstatic at the new development.
Exhausted from his use of power, Giratina had to pause before speaking. It was another new experience, being tired. He had never needed to sleep or eat, his power had been endless. He knew that he had transferred his power to the creature in front of him, giving it a new body, as well as other powers, but would his power regenerate? Giratina was finally able to speak again, but now he was frightened; an emotion that he had not felt since he was a child. Drawing from his spring of information again, he began to tell the former human what had happened, as well as learning it for himself, discovering things that he did not know he could do.
"I have given you a new body, as you can tell. With your new body comes my power to cross from this world to the one you left and back again. When you grow more powerful, you will be able to take matter from the other world and bring it into this one, although I do not know how you will do this. You will also be able to summon the matter of this world and bend it to your will when you are not in this world."
The creature before Giratina quivered in awe. Even if the giant Pokémon did not realize what he had done, it did. Giratina had turned it into a ghost, capable of going home again. It did not deserve this, and it knew that fact. It had not done good things when alive, even if stealing food from others had been the only way to live. It swore to itself that it would do no wrong to the one who had given it a second chance. Then Giratina spoke again, so softly that he almost went unheard.
"And maybe, when you are able to, you will bring some of the things from your world back here. I cannot bear to leave the darkness, so I ask you to do it for me."
"I will always stay by you, Giratina, and do what you ask. Forever."