Yet to write Pokemon story. Loving Okami. Likes crossovers. Weird mind.
History of story in a nutshell. ~pulls out nutshell with a written account of story's history in it~ See? SEE THE NUTSHELL?!
The legendary Pokemon had been killed by another. The fallen Suicune, one that was white and red, had fallen to the eight-headed Arbok.
Many people saw the Suicune as a normal one; bright blue with a purple mane. In reality, though, it was white with the diamonds on its side red, but no mane. Instead, a weapon rested there, a disk of many colors in the wind. Its face was also styled with red markings...
And the people of the village that it protected built a shrine of the Pokemon next to the baby tree that Mr. Grapefruit had planted, one to give them hope.
When everyone had gone to bed that night, a man appeared out of nowhere, an Espeon at his side... But the Espeon was green. Shiny.
However, the man might've been better off with a NORMAL Espeon by his clothes. He wore a pink kimono that was tucked inside purple pants, a sword on his white belt for "extra measures" and tall, stilt-like shoes that many people didn't see the purpose in. Oh, and did I mention that he wore a dark green hawk hat with white "wings" coming out of it?
He looked at the statue of the Suicune, which was just a normal Suicune, for that was what the people had seen in the legendary Pokemon. However, this man knew exactly what this statue was of.
The Espeon jumped onto the base gracefully, and the man shook his head.
"Careful, Grace..." He chuckled. "Remember that this is of the fallen legendary Pokemon, who the people called Suicune... But we both know who it really is, don't we?"
The Espeon seemed to purr at the thought, nodding.
The man placed a hand on the Suicune's head. "Listen here, Ma Cherie... You haven't gone down yet... But you will go down with a bang."
And, thus, the story begins... 100 years later...