Prologue

Groudon and Kyogre. Their legend was told throughout Hoenn and throughout the ages, but for most it was just that - a legend. Captivating words and striking drawings.

Until the thunder growled in the distance.

Until the sun's rays swept the shadows into hiding.

Rivers spilled over their banks, grassland was scorched to black stubble, beaches drowned, caves flooded, fires raged. The continent became a swampland, streaming with mud, while the ocean simmered and bubbled and clawed at the land's edge. Uncountable rainbows shone in the sky.

Those who were not at the heart of this battle can only imagine the forces that pounded at every inch of Sootopolis. But you did not have to have been there to have seen the light. The storm clouds parted above the city, like the crowd will part for those it respects, a green light spilling down to spotlight the warring Pokémon. And everybody heard the cry. Silence fell, though slowly, in the wake of that tearing, unignorable sound. The thunder retreated; the rain petered itself out. With a wan sun glimmering above, Groudon and Kyogre descended out of sight and another Pokémon - green, reptilian - could be seen taking to the air, flying back to its own home beyond the sky.

One: Hello, Hoenn

"Daddy! Wake up time, Daddy! Wakey wakey!"

"Nnm?"

Something batted his head three times, in rhythm.

"Wake!"

Lalunic dutifully opened his eyes. The frizz-haloed head of his daughter filled his vision. She was sitting on his chest, constricting airflow and, pokey limbed, making some bruises very angry.

"Hi, Ems," he managed.

"It's wet in here," Emy informed him.

"Mm," said Lalunic. "Yeah. Can you, um, get off please?"

Emy rolled off with a splash and Lalunic sat up, streaming water. They were just inside a cave and they were surrounded on all sides by large, spherical blue things with eyes.

"Oh god, what are they?"

Most of them were considerably bigger than his head.

"They're lovely!" Emy threw her arms around the nearest one, which gave her a lick. "They found the Pokémon, see," she added, pointing to three Poké Balls that were half sunk in the sludgy sand.

"Oh, well... Thanks, Blue Things." Lalunic scooped up the Balls, tugging up a sleeve to wipe them clean. "Hi, guys," he whispered. "Let you out in a bit, okay?"

"Where's Mummy?" Emy wanted to know.

"Um. I, er..." He glanced around, but no, no people. "Don't know. Have you not seen any of the others?"

"Noo..." Emy's brows drew together in exaggerated worry.

"Let's go find them, then!" said Lalunic brightly, bouncing to his feet. Emy held out her arms and he hoisted her up.

The blue things... well, they were Pokémon presumably. Hoenn natives. They rolled out of the way, bumping against one another like a bunch of marbles, as Lalunic made his way over to the mouth of the cave. A few sand-ringed boulders were all that separated them from the open sea, but it was the thrusting rock of land that overshadowed the area and made the picture. Some kind of building was catching the sun nicely right at the top, but, from down here, Lalunic couldn't be sure if there were more.

"Daddy, look!" Emy pointed to the sky.

A single Farfetch'd, leek grasped firmly in its feet, was flying in circles overhead.

"Farfetch'd! Hey!" Lalunic shouted, starting to wade farther out. "Hey, we're down here!"

"Down here, Farfetch'd!" Emy called.

Farfetch'd broke off from its circles, swooping down a little before giving two quacks and flapping off around the cave's mass.

Adjusting Emy's perch in his arms, Lalunic splashed after it. The cave's rock at his side, creating a shallow path to follow, curving around to reveal more sand, more boulders, and the ship - The ship was -

"Oh god," he breathed.

Flightskies might as well have sailed headlong into a wall. The whole of the prow was a ripped up mess, scrunched against the cave's exterior like a nose pressed to an inviting shop window. Or... No, more like someone's head smashed against the window. Sand lay heaped against the hull all around and countless pieces of broken timber bobbed about in the shallows. Their flag hung from the mast top, lifeless in the nonexistent wind.

Where were the sky high waves that had dragged them off course? These gently lapping waters were acting infuriatingly innocent.

"Lalunic! Emy!"

"Mummy!"

Skiair was tearing toward them, Farfetch'd flapping at her shoulder. She ran right into them, landing them in a heap in the cloudy water.

"You're okay!" She pulled them both to her, smiling impossibly widely.

"Of course we are." Lalunic drew indigo locks, permanently salty, from across her face. "How are the others?"

"Fine." Skiair shook her head, catching her breath. "Bruised. Nalko and the boy have gone to see if there's life over there." She waved in the direction of the land and its shiny hat.

"Oh good." His eyes had found their back to the wounded ship. One of the crew was clambering about on the sloped deck. "Er, is it secure?"

"Very," said Skiair, darkly. "She's not going anywhere."

"Did you hear it, Mummy?" Emy asked.

"Hear what, Sweetie?"

"The cry. Like a Pokémon," Emy said. "It was loud. Did you hear it?" She peered up at Lalunic.

"Um, no, don't think so... Where'd it come from?"

"The storm."

Skiair started up. "Speaking of which, come and listen to the radio."

A/N: Hey, welcome to my first fanfiction. My name's Weapon and I'm not a boy, but that's not particularly important. It's the characters in this story you're going to be getting to know, anyways. =3

I guess I just want to throw something in here, like... 'Hope you enjoy!' And I hope my newbieness to this site won't bring about any annoyances for you.

And I absolutely have to thank the sites I used as references every ten minutes. Having Bulbapedia, Serebii and Marriland at my fingertips prevented this work from being riddled with nonfacts. Any further mistakes are entirely my own.