Calypso

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The area was silent. Everywhere in sight from the top of the volcano was shrouded in an eerie silence, all save one. Small cracking sounds and rustles, though nothing particularly interesting. The professor took a last scan of the screens, checked the seismic gauge, and yawned. Time to go home. As he walked to the door, a rumble shook his feet. He turned. The seismic counter was vibrating madly. Eyes wide, the professor rushed outside and looked down the volcano. Something was brewing.

"So, Joe, have you thought of a name?"
"Dylan."
"Dylan Robertson? Nice name. But remember, I name her if it's a girl."
"Yeah, I remember. You're quite redundant there."
"Shut up."
"What can I say Mary? You keep saying her name's gonna be Vera."
"Exactly."
"But what if it's a boy? You've yet to allow me to get a word for that."
"Well what about just now?"
"...Touché."
The Ninetales bared her teeth in what seemed to be a smile. The Arcanine on the other side of the egg rolled his eyes.
"Just because you won that means nothing. That's the first."
Her mouth lowered into a frown.
"Eh, well, just as soon as it hatches I'll be able to laugh at you when it's a chick."
Suddenly, with a rumble in the ground, a head came out of the egg. A chick's head.
"Well, you're not laughing," the Arcanine said jokingly.
"What in the name of Mount Hephestus is this, some kind of cruel joke played on us by Vulcan?"
The Arcanine sighed.
"You asked for a chick, did you not?"
Suddenly, the Ninetales understood her partner's joke.
"Oh, ha ha. A chick. Well, what're we gonna call the thing?"
"I don't know! It's a chicken! It has no genetic data from either of us, I can't tell if it's a guy or a girl!"
"Tor!"
"I say we smell it to know."
"Tor!"
The chick rolled backwards on the egg. The Arcanine looked at his partner.
"Smell."
"I'm not smelling it, you smell it."
The Arcanine sighed and sniffed.
"By Vulcan, Dylan's a stinker!"
"What?"
"The chicken's a boy. I win."
The Ninetales sighed.
"Fine."
"But first things first, we're going to need to check with the Priest on this matter."
"The Priest? And his Godfather?"
The Arcanine sat on his haunches and howled. Shortly after, another howl came from the east side, followed by one from the north, and finally the west, of the volcano. Almost immediately from the northwest came a Mightyena.
"Hey, Joey. We're ready for the baptism?"
"Well, yes and no. I want you to look at the egg and tell me what you see."
The Mightyena looked at the egg.
"I see a Torchic's head sticking out of an egg. Why?"
"Sirius? Meet Dylan."
The Mightyena looked at the egg.
"This is your son?"
"Exactly. I need you to come with me to take him to the Priest."
Sirius sighed.
"Well, alright. I'm scared this might be a curse, though. A beautiful baby, but far from the species. There's never been a Blaziken in either of your bloodlines."
"Exactly why we're so terrified," Mary said, "Which is why you'll be taking him to the Priest."
"And what about you?" asked Joe.
"I'm going to pray." And with that, Mary trotted to the east.
Sirius looked at Joe. "Well, we'd better get moving. The Priest needs to see this."
Joe looked down, then crushed the egg and picked up the Torchic. The two friends ran for the volcano as fast as they could.

The ancient Houndoom looked down at the Torchic the two brought before him
"Hm. This is most interesting."
"Well? Is my son okay?" Joe's voice couldn't help but sound frightful, despite his composure.
"This is most interesting," the Houndoom repeated. "The ancients read this would happen. Vulcan is soon to fall."
Joe gasped. "My son is going to kill Lord Vulcan!?"
"No, most certainly not. The entire prophecy is cryptic, but there is no hint that Vulcan would die." The Houndoom sighed. "However..."
Sirius stepped forward. "However what? This may be dangerous!"
"Not dangerous, but certainly extraordinary." The Houndoom leaned down and placed a paw on the child's head. "However, I'm not entirely sure he's what the prophecy reads." He pressed down, and the Torchic sat down obediantly. The Houndoom circled to look at the baby's foot.
"Well?" Joe's concern was etched on his face. The Houndoom sat down on his haunches and howled lowly. Joe suddenly felt a sense of terror, and he could tell that his friend Sirius was just as scared. The Houndoom laid down in front of the baby and began to speak in a language the pair had no understanding of.
"Ir Narciom Dylan ir Narciom Dylan, ir bernos ur Narci."
The Houndoom stood and circled to behind the baby.
"Take good care of him. Your child is more than you could ever compre--."
An Infernape walked up, wearing a green tunic with a bright red stripe across the chest.
"Joseph David Robertson, by order of General Brockhall, you are drafted into the Army of Vulcanis. Sirius Black Johnson, you are also drafted into the Army."
The Houndoom bared his teeth at the Infernape, growling. "Leave my church, bearer of ill fate. Today should be a happy day for the Robertsons and Johnsons. Your presence here will bring nothing but sorrow."
The Infernape screeched. "And does not sorrow already exist? I too am a priest, and I too wish I could bring good news!"
The Houndoom looked down. "I'm sorry, Brother. I forget myself. You are right." He approached the Infernape and whispered something in the simian's ear. The ape knelt, chanting.
"Ir Narciom ir Narciom, ir bernos ur Narci. Ir Narciom ir Narciom, ir bernos ur Narci."
The Houndoom looked back at the two standing there, terrified and mystified all at once.
"I wish I could bring good news on such a glorious day in your lives, but I cannot. Dylan must go with his mother, but you two are to defend the shores with your life. You have 30 minutes. Please, make them count."
The Houndoom solemnly walked up to the Infernape and nudged him. The Infernape stood and followed the Houndoom deeper into the church. Joe and Sirius approached Dylan. Sirius licked Dylan's head.
"Child of Joseph, Dylan Robertson, I christen you Emmanuel. Dylan Emmanuel Robertson, may your days be long and prosperous."
Sirius lifted the baby and brought him to a burning pit and placed him in. He lifted him out again almost immediately.
"Baptised by fire, you are Dylan Emmanuel Robertson."
Joseph placed a badge in front of Dylan. He looked at the Houndoom.
"Make sure he wears my badge when he's ready." He looked at the cooing Torchic. "I love you." He licked the baby, then looked at Sirius and nodded. Joe and Sirius walked up to the Infernape.
"We're ready."
"Then, come."
The two followed the Infernape out, and the Houndoom began to quietly cry.

And can you blame him? Hardly the happy story you'd expect out of Pokémon. But, I'm not exactly normal there.

So, without further ado...

This is S. Giovanni, signing out.