Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and my OC's
Warnings - blood, gore, mature content (no lemons), death, legendary Pokemon being immature brats, Arceus dragging someone's recently dead soul from a different universe into the Pokemon world to be his Chosen One, some other stuff that'll probably come up sometime soon, pseudo-science, and poorly thought out stuff.
Have fun.
Slow, pained footsteps echoed in the quiet of the area, the source of the sound originating from a short woman who appeared to be in her mid 20's. Light, high-quality armor covered her torso and legs, with shoes of the same material on her feet. A short ways behind her, a torn medical eyepatch lay on the ground, clearly unusable. Her hair was in a short pixie cut, had a spiky appearance to it, and was colored in black, silver, and white stripes of varying lengths. At the nape of her neck, a 3 inch wide section of hair was long enough to reach her ankles, and bound with a ratty purple tie, that was barely intact. Locks that were doubtless once brilliant and beautiful, were now dull and stringy, covered in dirt, grime, and blood. Her eyes too, were of an odd, unnatural coloring. She clearly had heterochromia, with her left eye having a black sclera, white iris, and near-glowing silver pupil, while the right was considerably more "normal", though still of unusual coloring, with a beautiful silver iris.
Her skin was of a dark golden color, and covering the left half of her back and the top half of the left arm was an intricate henna tattoo of varying shades of purple, black, and blue, the designs looked like dragons in flight, tangled in ivy. Her previously unblemished flesh was covered in dirt and blood, both her own and that of others. A large hole, looking to have been made by a spear, went straight through her right lung, leaving a gaping hole. Several other injuries, varying from arrow wounds to ugly gashes, decorated her leanly muscled flesh. A body that looked to have once been curvaceous and full-figured, now seemed borderline emaciated, ribs visible in the places where her clothing was so ruined that one could see skin.
Behind her, all one could see was a field of corpses, carrion birds and other creatures perched lazily about, occasionally nibbling upon the dead flesh that littered the area. In the distance, screams and cries could barely be heard, carried on the winds alongside the sounds of clashing weaponry. She paid little mind to the sounds, considering there was nothing she could do even if she tried. She had already fought the battle they requested of her, the rest was up to them. Heck, she was knocking on death's door, though it would be closer to say she was practically beating it down. It was a scientific impossibility for her to be alive by this point, but she had never really cared for things like whether or not something was possible in her life, so why should it hold any stock in her death?
As she finally stood at the top of what could barely be considered a hill, she gave a tiny smile, looking out over scenery that was untouched by the war torn land barely a few meters away from it. This was what she wanted to see as she died, not the sea of corpses she had left in her wake before someone had managed to land enough blows to bring about her end. Her trustworthy bow lay somewhere back there, lost hours ago, or was it days, after she lost it in an aerial battle on dragonback against the enemies griffin riders. Her twin swords were destroyed in battle against the enemy's fastest fighter, her massive greatsword, taller than she was, lay impaled through the heart of a massive great dragon she had slain, after it landed a few good hits on her.
At this point, the only weapons she still had on her were her clawed gauntlets, that were chipped and broken, and her old naginata, which bore the brunt of her weight as she stared out at a world untouched by the battlefield behind her. A world that was so far away. Funny that those two weapons, the ones that had been with her since the start, were the only ones to remain with her at the end. The beasts and dragons whom she had befriended over the years, whether by earning their trust, saving their life, or some other method, were long gone, though not by choice. She had been forced to exert her influence over them, to force them to flee before they could get caught up in the war of humans, a war in which they had no place, though they had disputed this fact, saying that their place was by her side. She felt a flash of fondness at the thought. She had little place among humans herself, after all, had met not a single human who did not look upon her either in awe, lust, or fear, depending on whose side they were on, outside of one, and that one, could not be considered entirely sane. Of course, neither could she.
Among the humans of this world, she was practically a deity. Her intelligence was on par with the geniuses who sprouted up here and there. Her strength was so far beyond all but that one man who she could consider a friend, that it could not even be considered on the same scale. To most, she was the sky in comparison to a single speck of dirt, completely unfathomable. She was the one who contained all of the creator's power within her body, while most among the highest tiers of strength contained barely a spark which they could utilize. A power that could only be considered absurd. In her dying moments, she couldn't help but begin to reminisce on the nature of her world, that which had brought her to this point.
At the start, there were two beings. Chaos, manifestation of life, and the potential of all things. Order, manifestation of the end, and the control and perfection of all things. The world was originally created by Chaos, the one who sparked life into existence, and gave life the ability to grow and flourish. His brother Order hence did as his name indicated, and organized things into a sensible manner, so that their existence would continue. Chaos' power prevented Order's from perfecting anything, as perfection is the end in which nothing more can be created, while Order's power prevented Chaos' from going wildly out of control in its development. Both were benevolent beings, and both cared for each other deeply. However, Chaos, due to the nature of his power, which only grew, began to lose control. Eventually, his powers would spark existences, only to extinguish them in a flurry of chaotic power. All the while, he could only continue on, horrified, as his beloved creations were extinguished by himself. No matter what he did, what he tried, the being who once created, left only destruction in his wake. Finally, he could take no more, and so he went to his brother, Order, whom he begged to help him. He had realized something. Order could simply use the extent of his power, and enforce his domain of control upon Chaos. Thus, his power would no longer be out of control, and he would no longer destroy his precious creations.
His brother was against his plan, but as Chaos begged, he eventually gave in, and agreed. There was a singular, very large drawback however. Chaos and Order were exact polar opposites, and were not meant to rule over one or the other. Thus, the both of them would cease to exist in the process, where their domains fought for dominance, before they balanced out. However, if they did not go through with this, the end of all they had brought forth would someday come, thus, to them, there was little choice. So, Order enforced control over Chaos' domain, and as their lives faded into oblivion, their power was freed. The powers orbited each other, naturally counterbalancing the opposite so it didn't go out of control. A miniscule spark of Chaos' power would be imbued into those of appropriate attributes, who would be capable of using and nurturing his abilities. Another person would then be born as their counterpart, imbued with a spark of Order's power, to bring the Chaotic powers of the others under control. They would balance each other, neither ruling over the other, allowing both to utilize their full capabilities. Thus, this was how things were, for a while at least.
However, humanity is rarely satisfied with stagnation, and so, a conflict to dwarf the many previous ones grew over the centuries. During this time, a girl was born, one who would contain every single drop of Chaos' power within her body. Alongside this girl, a boy was born, who would contain Order's power within himself. Thanks to the sacrifice of the original two, their powers were in balance, preventing the end of all in a manner akin to what would have happened the first time around. And so, time marched on, and they eventually met. The boy would keep her powers under control as her Order, and simultaneously hone his own, as they prepared for conflict. The two of them rose among the ranks until the girl, known as the Chaos Bearer, reached the rank of Lieutenant General, and the boy, who cared for nothing but her, simply followed. Then, war broke out, and destruction fell across the lands. The two acquired scars, both physical and spiritual, that would forever mar them. The girl found a reason to live in others, befriending creatures considered monstrous, both human and not. The boy, meanwhile, found reason to live in the girl, but cared not for anything else. Things continued on, and they reached the final battle, which brings us to the present.
The girl, now a woman, stared out upon the world that remained untouched by the war behind her, and as life finally drained from her eyes, a tiny smile remained upon her lips. After weeks of nearly no rest, and hardly any sustenance, even her absurd regeneration could carry her forth no longer. Thus, the Chaos Bearer, Lieutenant General of the Rebel Army, died while standing up, leaning on her long dead mother's naginata. Her body was discovered by the boy, now a man, who carried Order's full power within him. He lost all reason to live alongside her, and, so, died right then and there. People mourned for their passing, but their legend, of those who fought, and won, for the sake of freeing the restrained, was never forgotten.
However, that story, is not the one which you will be told. This story, took place in an entirely different universe. One which had a Chosen One, who was never born, and a certain Pokemon God, who was looking for someone to take his place. This is the story of Ashura Dare'sensk Reochsaeraba, once Chaos Bearer, now Pokemon Master hopeful, and it starts with her soul being dragged into the Hall of Origins, by Arceus himself.
Arceus, known as the God of Pokemon, was worried. All the other universes had their Chosen One, and everything was going quite smoothly. His world, however, wasn't. It was among the more dangerous of the Pokemon worlds, and injury and death weren't exactly uncommon. Therefore, a Chosen One was even more necessary here than in most other places. However, something happened, and the Chosen One would not be born. Thus, Arceus was currently hunting throughout the multiverse for a recently dead soul who would fit the bill.
Finally, he chanced upon a world in which a war had just ended, and the soul of the woman who ended said war, had just recently detached from her body. Carefully glancing through her "resume" of sorts, in a manner akin to an employer searching for the best person suited to the job they were offering, he felt a rush of relief upon seeing how well suited she was to the position. Actually, she might as well have been made to be the Chosen One of this universe! She was probably better suited to it than the original. Despite all that she had gone through, having lived a life that was quite frankly horrific, her soul was easily the most beautiful he had ever seen. It was a brilliant prism of bright colors, with silvers, whites, and blacks here and there to complement the beautiful rainbow that was her soul.
Reaching out, he quickly contacted the ruler of the domain, and made a brief deal. He would offer her the chance, explain all the "job parameters" so to speak, and if she accepted, he had his Chosen One. If she refused, however, she was free to move on to the afterlife. He was also warned that if she did accept, her Order would most likely eventually follow, due to how closely their souls were linked. These were terms he easily accepted, as even though he needed a Chosen One, he would not force someone who had already been through so much to become the savior his world needed, at the cost of herself. This would make him no better than those who ravaged the world he loved so dearly. At that time, the terms were set, and Arceus reached out to grab hold of the soul of (hopefully) his Chosen One. He simply stared for a moment upon touching it, as a soul such as this one was beautiful enough to even give him pause. After a moment of this, he finally pulled the soul back to his domain, and into the hall of origins.
The soul simply hovered for a moment, before it began to coalesce into a physical form. The most recent life it had, that of Ashura, was the one most familiar to her soul, thus, that form was the one her soul was taking. After a few minutes, during which her form stabilized, Ashura Dare'sensk Reochsaeraba stood there in the hall of origins, looking just like she had before the final battle that killed her began. The thin armor she had worn was in top condition, and turned out to be primarily black, with silver trim here and there. There were tribal designs of various magical creatures from her world, with a focus on dragons, along with a few moon and stars designs, decorating the Adamantine. It fit her perfectly, hugging her voluptuous curves and emphasizing her figure, though while her left arm was armored like the rest of her body, her right arm had deep purple cloth covering it. This was because she used her right arm for spell casting, and armor interfered with magic, so cloth was needed instead. Her left eye was covered by a simple purple medical eye patch, and her bangs slightly covered a small portion of it. The tie that held back her long section of hair was also in pristine condition once more.
Around her neck was a thick, steel collar, with runes of unknown meaning twisting their way around it. Steel chains tumbled from it, sounding a clear jingle that didn't fit the ominous appearance at all. Identical shackles wrapped her wrists and ankles, like bracelets of steel, with broken chains hanging from them, making a light and beautiful chiming sound. Every move she made was like a tiny symphony. These shackles were a part of her soul, a representation of the remnants of the original Chaos' decision to have his powers restrained to prevent the destruction of all he had created. Restraints she had worn since discovering her full capabilities, and having her Order exert his domain over her own to prevent her going mad. Luckily due to Chaos and Order having sacrificed themselves for the sake of restraining Chaos power, she didn't need to die to control her power. The restraints would only come off if she and her Order both truly believed that she could not win without her full power. The chains weren't particularly uncomfortable though, because they were a part of her soul, not separate physical restraints.
Ashura looked around the room, taking in the scenery with a vaguely befuddled look, before her attention was caught by the tall, graceful Pokemon(though she didn't know that at the time) in front of her. Suddenly, the mature and cool demeanor melted away like sleet under the summer sun, and an excited light entered her eyes. She cautiously sidled up to Arceus', while he simply watched her with interest. Glancing at him out of the corner of her eyes a few times, she finally couldn't restrain herself any longer. In a move so fast a normal human wouldn't be able to see it, she fell into a ninety degree bow with her hands clasped in front of her, and the demeanor of the one woman army with enough blood to fill a river on her hands, fell away.
"Um, hello! My name is Ashura Dare'sensk Reochsaeraba, but you can call me whatever you like! Who are you?" As she finished, she glanced up through her bangs in an almost shy manner, and he could literally feel the excitement and… something that felt like respect, pouring off of her in waves. The God of Pokemon smiled slightly at her honest joy, and moved to introduce himself.
"I am Arceus, the creator of the universe you are currently in, and everything in it." At her slightly confused look, he explained. "After your soul was released from your body, I grabbed it before it could go on to the afterlife, and brought it to my dimension." A look of understanding came across her features, and she nodded thoughtfully. Suddenly though, she appeared to remember something else, and turned to him once more. She took a deep breath, and pulled up all of her courage for the next question she would ask.
"Arceus, could you, maybe… please be my friend!" A slight blush tinted her cheeks at this point, and she turned to the side a bit, unable to look him in the eyes from embarrassment.
He felt a bit of amusement at her mannerisms, and smiled serenely. "Yes, I would not mind being your friend." A look of pure childlike excitement stole across her features at this point, and he couldn't help a burst of fondness for her. She was the type who could win over the most difficult of people with enough time, she simply gave off an aura of someone you could trust. Upon meeting her, you couldn't help but feel positive. Heck, she could probably charm Giratina with enough time! "Now though, perhaps I should tell you why I brought you here?" She nodded immediately, taking on a serious demeanor that was immediately ruined when she nonchalantly sidled up to him and cautiously leaned against his foreleg, glancing up every now and then to check for any signs of discontent with her actions. When she didn't see any negative signs, she relaxed against him, and he could literally feel her contentment through their contact. Restraining the urge to clear his throat to get himself back on track, he quickly began to explain why she was there.
"Yes, well, anyways, I brought you here to offer the chance for you to be my world's Chosen One. Essentially, there will be quite a few criminal organization rising up in a few years, and most of the universes have a Chosen One who will prevent these events, hence preventing the untimely ending of the world. However, I am not entirely certain as to what it is, but something happened in this world, and the Chosen One will not be born. I cannot simply take someone from this world, as the soul of the Chosen must be carefully crafted, and it cannot be done easily. The only soul befitting that of the Chosen has already went on to the negative world, and even I cannot simply go against the laws of existence to retrieve it. Since then, I have been searching the multiverse for someone who could do the job just as well, when I stumbled across your recently freed soul, which is a perfect fit. Remember, you do have a choice in the matter, and if you say no, I will simply have to find another, while you continue on to the afterlife. There are no negative repercussions for your decision." He did his best to avoid saying anything that potentially might put pressure on her to accept, wanting it to be completely her decision.
Ashura took on a thoughtful look, considering her choices carefully. Finally, she spoke again. "Could you tell me a little more about your world? I'd like to know exactly what sort of place I'm getting into, if I accept." He quickly agreed without hesitation, and went on to tell her about the pokemon world.
He told her about the creatures called pokemon, with incredible powers that let them work alongside humans for the betterment of the world. He told her of the legendaries, and the regions, creating images in the air as he spoke. He explained to her how, with Palkia and Dialga's help, he concealed new regions from the others until there came a time in which the introduction would best integrate into society, with the least repercussions. Told her of the newest region he had "revealed" to the world, called Kalos, and the mysterious Mega Evolutions, though when she asked how they worked, he chuckled and told her that it would be far more exciting if she discovered that herself. He spoke of the history of the Aura guardians, and the powerful psychics who walked the earth, of dangerous volcanoes, and frigid caves, deserts that seemed to go on forever, and intense pokemon battles before audiences made up of hundreds. She was an excellent listener, asking the right questions at the right times, and he began to enjoy telling her of his world more and more.
Before he knew it, he found himself telling her about the baby stories of the legendaries, the two of them laughing over how a young three day old Dialga caught a cold and kept inadvertently causing a time paradox each time he sneezed, and the way his parent, the original Dialga, who was feeling quite frazzled, had to undo all the wrinkles in time created by the baby legendary. How a young Lugia caused a massive storm that his parent barely managed to keep from wreaking mass devastation on the orange islands. The way that, while legendaries could have children by finding a mate, they could also do so by manifesting their energy in its purest form, into an egg, and talked of the wondrous experience that was seeing a baby Pokemon arrive into the world, just as amazing no matter how many times one saw it. He told her sadder tales as well, about poachers who hunted down pokemon for their own gain, criminal organizations who caused troubles varying from petty to horrific crimes. With each story, Ashura fell in love with the Pokemon world just a little bit more, both its wonders and horrors alike. Finally, after an indefinite amount of time passed, Arceus had just finished a tale about a young Articuno who kept slipping away from his mother, and playing a one sided game of hide and go seek among the snowy peaks of his home for several days before being found, Ashura came to her decision.
Feeling a change in the girl beside him, whom he already considered a friend, he paused and glanced over. She looked up at the same time, staring him straight in the eye without a hint of hesitation. The way she held herself at that moment, reminded him that he had chosen someone who had borne the weight of a nation upon her shoulders. A one woman army who went to a war against an army of ten thousands alone, and won at the cost of her life and innocence. Who had lived her life containing all the power of the representation of potential in its purest form, Chaos himself. She had finally decided.
"Alright, Arceus. This world, will become my world, and its denizens, my denizens. I will protect what is mine with my dying breath."
Arceus didn't doubt her for a second.
"Now that you have accepted, there are some other things I should tell you. Due to the nature of this world, you will not simply be a human, but rather, a Pokemon in human form. Once you become a part of this world, the nature of your existence, which is the representation of the potential of all things, will decide your form. While humans can use aura and psychic powers, they cannot contain all that you do, which is why I cannot change this fact without ripping apart your soul. I guess it could be shortened as, the rules of this universe won't let you remain human and retain what makes you, you, thus, you will instead become a Pokemon. For the sake of being my chosen one however, you will be sealed into a human form. Upon your death, this seal will break, and you will become your true form in this world, as the Legendary Pokemon of potential. Until then however, you will be human in every sense of the word, though as my chosen, you will be capable of both psychic powers, and Aura manipulation."
Ashura frowned slightly. She didn't mind being a Pokemon in the least, in her previous world, one of her dearest wishes had always been to shed her human shell, and join the creatures that made up 99% of her friends as one of them. She was just confused about the Aura and Psychic thing.
"Hey, Arcy, could you explain to me about these Aura and Psychic powers? They don't exist in my world, so I'm not sure about what you mean."
Arceus smiled slightly at the girl who had managed to befriend him in hardly any time at all. This was admittedly his first time getting a nickname, as everyone he knew, even his legendary children, were to wrapped up in the fact that he was "he who governs the world and all that is in it" to give him a nickname.
"Aura is, essentially, the power to manifest and utilize your soul. Your soul is made up of emotion, mental energy, and physical energy. Thus, if you keep your body in shape, your mind sharp, and master your emotions, your aura will be incredibly powerful. This is also why there is no record of someone of great evil having powerful aura, because to have great aura potential, you must have great potential to do good things. Aura is fueled by positivity, so, while a feeling such as protectiveness, joy, or even righteous anger will strengthen it, things such as greed, hate, and pride will only weaken it."
"Psychic prowess, meanwhile, can be utilized by someone good or evil. It relies entirely on your mental strength. Psychic abilities are, in their basest form, the power to enforce your will upon reality. For example, to lift something with your mind, you must believe, completely and utterly, that you can, and will, lift it. For pyrokinesis, you must have the knowledge, that things heat up and light on fire when molecules move quickly, and that fire needs fuel to burn. Then, while focusing on that knowledge, you must believe that the molecules of whatever you want to burn will light on fire according to your will."
"All Pokemon instinctually use aura for all of their 'moves'. The move scratch imbues physical aura of neutral typing into your claws, for the purpose of scratching something. The move ember, meanwhile, converts aura to fire typing, and then shoots it outward in a small blast of flame. As pokemon gain experience, they become better able to manipulate their aura. A young fire type will be able to use ember soon, due to how little aura manipulation is required to use it. As their skill improves, they will eventually learn how to use flamethrower, which requires one to concentrate aura in one area, keep it at a consistent frequency, and direct it outwards in a single direction, so on and so forth."
Arceus then turned to look at her. "Do you understand now?"
Ashura nodded, before closing her eyes in thought. "So basically, if I teach my Pokemon how to manipulate aura, they will be able to use their abilities more effectively?"
"That is correct."
Opening her eyes, Ashura smirked slightly. "Well then, I at least know something that will help my Pokemon reach the top. Plus, it's nice to know I'll still be able to train alongside them even with me being sealed into a normal human body."
Arceus nodded, before remembering something. "Another thing you should know, is that even though your Chaos Bearer abilities will be sealed away, you will not lose a certain aspect of it. The part of you that is the literal manifestation of the potential of all things is going to remain, because it is an integral part of your human soul, not your Chaos given abilities. This is the part of you that represents Chaos' power to spark life, and cultivate that life to become the best it can possibly be. That is the aura that allowed you to win over creatures in your previous world that would normally kill first and ask questions later. It will serve you well in this world, especially when dealing with the more dangerous Pokemon."
Ashura blinked. She hadn't realized that her ability to win over any being, no matter how volatile or dangerous, had come from being the inheritor of Chaos' power. Though, she remembered, it's actually more like, I inherited Chaos' power due to the original nature of my soul, which was the closest in existence to Chaos' soul. So rather than being who I am because of inheriting Chaos' power, it's more like I inherited Chaos' power because of who I am.
Arceus then continued speaking, upon seeing her come out of her thoughts. "The Hall of Origin we are currently residing in, exists outside of time. It will take the equivalent of 9 years in here to fully integrate your soul as a part of this universe. To create your physical form will only take a few minutes after that it done, since we just have to shove your soul into the physical plane, and allow it to create a physical shell that best suits it. So you'll basically look exactly the same as you did in your previous life. Until then however, you'll be staying here in the Hall of Origin with me."
Upon hearing that, Ashura flashed him a brilliant smile. "I don't mind at all. It means I'll be spending more time with you, after all." If he wasn't who he was, he probably would have blushed at that. As it was, he definitely didn't. Arceus, the God of Pokemon, doesn't blush at such things, obviously.
It was at this moment that Dialga, Palkia, and Giratina all burst into the room at once, all three attempting to shove the other out of the way so they could get past.
"Arceus, Palkia is saying that I'm not running time correctly-"
"Dialga keeps saying that someone should replace me in ruling over space, tell him I'm doing a lot better than he ever could-"
"These two keep intruding upon my domain, and bothering me with their petty squabbles when I should be attending to my duties as Ruler of Antimatter-"
They all attempted to talk over each other for several more minutes, while Arceus just sighed and shook his head, thinking that if he were human, he would have a permanent headache at this point.
It was then that the three spotted Ashura. For a brief moment, everything was silent, and then…
"Is that a human!?"
For once, all three were on the same wavelength, at the same time.
"Yes, this is Ashura, and she is currently a human. Technically. Now then, if you could please fix the hole in space-time you three created, it would be wonderful. I really don't need any more work, you see."
The tiny girl who was still leaning against his leg glanced up at him at that moment. "Arcy, aren't you going to introduce us?"
For the second time in the past five minutes, the deity trio was utterly gobsmacked. Then, for the second time in the last few centuries, the three were on the same page once more.
"ARCY!?"
9 years later...
(Hall of Origins, outside of time)
"Ash! Xerneas keeps on calling me birdbrain! I'm a very intelligent and likeable individual, right?! Right!?"
Ashura, from her place beside Ho-Oh, whom she was currently preening, gave a comforting smile to Yveltal, Kalos' legendary of destruction. "Of course you are, Yevy. If you weren't an intelligent and likeable individual, then I certainly wouldn't be friends with you, correct?"
The dark/flying type gave a slow nod at this. He was currently in his human form, taking on the appearance of a man in his early 20's. He was quite tall, like most of the legendaries, at a bit over six feet, and had black and grey hair with red streaks running through it, cut fairly short, so it spiked up considerably. His forehead was uncovered, and two strands of hair stood up and angled forward, kind of like his horns in his original form, and his hair was a bit longer in the back, reaching just past the nape of his neck. His eyes were a brilliant crimson that glowed in the dark, with black sclera and no pupils, and his skin was so pale it wouldn't be unbelievable if he said he had never seen the sun. He wore a red t-shirt, dark grey jeans, black and red tennis shoes, and a black unzipped jacket, giving him a edgy, dangerous feel, which was rather fitting considering his status as the legendary of destruction.
Ho-Oh, meanwhile, was currently in his bird form, and had been enjoying a pleasant grooming from his favorite being, before being interrupted by Yveltal. He shot the dark/flying type a slightly irritated look, and Yveltal at least had the sense to look sheepish. His annoyance immediately melted away, though, as Ashura returned to the careful grooming he had been indulging in for the last hour. Meanwhile, the destruction Pokemon inconspicuously sidled up beside them, somehow managing to look pitiful despite his tall, dark and dangerous appearance. Ashura simply rolled her eyes at his act, continuing to preen Ho-Oh's primary feathers.
"I'll take care of you next, okay, Yveltal? You're the only one who I haven't said goodbye to anyways, did you really think that I would forget about one of my friends?" Both of the legendary birds wilted slightly at the reminder that she would soon be leaving. They wouldn't see her for several more years, while Ho-Oh only had to wait ten, Yveltal had several more than that. Even then, they wouldn't spend nearly as much time together as they had now. As the Chosen One, Ashura would be catching and training the young legendaries that would be hatching soon, not themselves. As the originals, they would rule over their domains, while their children would on the physical plane, and learn to use their powers for the next couple of centuries before joining them in order to assist. While they did go down to the surface occasionally, whether to sightsee or attend to their duties, they primarily worked from the Hall of Origin.
Before the mood could become too serious, a hole in space opened up slightly to Ashura's left, and a white and pink haired blur leaped from said hole, glomping onto Ashura and nearly causing her to fall over.
Staring up at her with teary eyes, despite being far taller, was Palkia. His hair was primarily white, with a few lines of pink, and he had tanned skin. His eyes were a bright hot pink, and he had a slightly feminine facial structure. He had on a light pink thin sweater, and white pants on, while his dress shoes were also white, with varying shades of pink curling across them. "Dialga told me that pink is a girly color! It's not, dang it! Pink is totally a manly color, and plus it really complements my skin tone, am I right? Anyways, I can definitely win against Dialga any day, and that'll prove pink is definitely a superior color to blue." By the end of his speech, a fire was burning in his eyes, and he looked ready to run out of there and challenge Dialga to a fight at that very moment.
As she finished grooming Ho-Oh, who moved away grudgingly for Yveltal, who had reverted to his original Pokemon form, and was current perching in a comfortable position to be preened, Ashura gently patted Palkia on the head. "Does it really matter if pink is a manly color? It's your color, and you like it, which is really all that should matter, don't you think? Dialga just says those things because of how much he likes blue, anyways. You know he doesn't mean anything by it."
Palkia pouted slightly, but nodded anyways, before shooting a jealous glare at Yveltal, who was currently smirking while luxuriating under Ashura's skilled hand. The girl caught the look, and gave the legendary a faux-stern glare. "I already polished every one of your scales yesterday, along with Dialga, and I can't give anyone a second grooming, since that wouldn't be fair to the others." The ruler of space sighed, but had to accept the fact anyways. Before she had to go, Ashura had created a chart with every legendary on it, and carefully put them into time slots so she could spend time with all of them before she was placed on earth.
Giratina had been a bit difficult, since he kept trying to avoid her, but she eventually managed to catch him, and talk him out of his mood. The overlord of antimatter had been upset that she would be leaving, and childishly tried to avoid her, while simultaneously attempting to deny he would miss her in the first place. She smiled fondly thinking about the Pokemon who, despite having serious mannerisms and a very intimidating appearance and backstory, turned out to be a rather cute tsundere.
"Ah… um, Ash?" She glanced over at the Lord of Space, who was suddenly fidgeting and blushing like a schoolgirl with a crush. He had his hands behind his back, and she barely caught a glimpse of something he was holding before he shifted it so she couldn't see it. Despite his demeanor, Palkia in human form was actually one of the tallest among the already tall legendaries, the same height as Dialga at 6'8", a rather absurd height. Among the legendaries, the shortest was Mew, at 5'7", which was odd considering as a human she was taller than her original Pokemon form. All the legendaries could choose what age to appear as, though for the most part they chose early to late twenties.
Glancing at the clock, she was surprised to note about an hour had passed, and she was almost done caring for Yveltal. They had been enjoying some conversation, and Ho-Oh had already gone. Palkia had left for a while as well, showing up again only now.
"Yes? What is it?"
The dragon/water type shot a look at Yveltal, who seemed to understand what he meant just with that.
"After you're done, go with Yveltal, okay?" Ashura gave him a curious look, but nodded anyways. Palkia looked slightly relieved, before opening a hole in space and leaving through it. Ashura gave a thoughtful look at the now empty space for another moment, before a slight nudge from Yveltal had her turning back to him.
Around 30 minutes later, she carefully packed away the grooming supplies she had used. The moment she was done, she found herself being prodded by the large destruction Pokemon beside her, and following his urging, she clambered up his shoulder to rest between his shoulder blades. Laying flat along his back, she carefully tucked her fingers into his thick grey ruff, smiling at the incredible softness of his beautiful freshly preened feathers. Feeling her emotions being projected through her aura, Yveltal puffed out his chest in pride, before taking flight in a relaxed manner. Slowly gliding through the massive halls, he headed towards the central room, where the legendaries met whenever Arceus called them to convene. While he could have moved much faster, he wanted to spend a bit of extra time with the girl currently curled into his back, thus he kept up his slow pace.
All too soon for him, they reached the central room, and as he alit by the door, he felt the sudden urge to turn around and fly away, keep Ashura with him just a bit longer. You don't live millennia without learning some self control though, and so he restrained himself, holding out a massive wing so the human on his back could slide down easily. As her feet touched the floor, he tucked his wing in once more, and, in the moment he reluctantly turned to open the door to the beginning of their parting, before hesitating. Then, he caught her giving him an understanding smile out of the corner of his eye. Emboldened by this, he inhaled, and opened the doors. Within, a large group crowded around, from the deity trio, to the dragons of ideals and truth, the lake trio, Diancie, Hoopa, and every other legendary, not a single one was missing of those who resided within the hall of origin. Those who stayed in the physical plane weren't there, due to not even knowing she existed, but all the originals knew, and would miss her dearly.
"Lady Ashura, this way please. No need to stand beside my buffoon of a twin brother any longer." An aristocratic male voice sounded, originating from a large blue deer with massive antlers that were adorned with jewels of various colors atop his head. Looking at him from the front, he resembled the letter X. This was Xerneas, the life Pokemon, and despite the fairy-type's harsh sounding words, there was no malice in his tone. Ash simply chuckled, moving towards him and playfully smirking. Yveltal made an exaggerated noise of indignation, before flying over to take his place among the legendaries.
At that moment, Arceus stood, and in that single graceful movement, drew the gaze of every Pokemon there. "Now that Ashura has arrived, we can begin." Behind him, a large banner unfurled, with the words 'See you again, Ashura Dare'sensk Reochsaeraba' in large, black and silver letters. "Let this be the biggest, and best, farewell party of the millennia!" A clamorous noise sounded in response, the sound that of every single legendary shouting their agreement as one. With that, the party began.
On speakers, songs recorded by Meloetta herself played, cycling through songs of all genres. A massive buffet took up one side of the room, and a dance floor another. Groudon and Kyogre playfully argued in the background, and Rayquaza looped around the room in lazy circles. The legendaries changed between their human and original forms whenever the urge struck them, and soon, Ashura found herself doing acrobatics atop Xerneas back after the usually serious life pokemon himself had encouraged her to do so. The Swords of Justice mock-sparred in the background, while Kanto's legendary bird trio did aerial stunts above them. Lugia sang an accompaniment to Meloetta sometime during the party, while Ashura and Giratina in his human form did several acrobatic routines together.
By the end of the party, which lasted three days worth of time, Ashura had spent time with each of the legendaries there, and as things finally came to a close, the mirth filled air calmed slightly. The legendaries organized themselves once more, and Ashura found herself the center of attention. Arceus switched over to his human form, and paced towards her with slow, graceful steps. His hair was white, gold and brown, reaching his waist in length while parting to leave his forehead bare, and his skin was a pale tan. His eyes were a brilliant ruby with green sclera, and seemed to hold something indefinable in their otherworldly depths. He wore elegant white robes with gold trim, and simple golden sandals on his feet. Finally he reached her, and a hushed silence fell over the room.
Arceus waited for a moment, before beginning to speak. "Before you depart, we have prepared a few gifts for you. Originally, I did not anticipate this, but over the years you have spent among us, you have befriended each and every one of us here, including myself. For the first time in a very, very long time, I have had a human friend, and none of my past friends have been anything like you." He smiled at this. "Thus, we have decided to give you something to help you, and more importantly, something to remember us by. As someone who has managed to become close friends with every single original legendary, I dare say you deserve no less." At her shocked face, he chuckled slightly, before he looked over and gestured to Palkia and Dialga. The two quickly moved over, and low muttering could be heard from the two as they quietly argued over who would give it to her. Dialga looked identical to Palkia in every way, except for colorings. Where Palkia had a pink color scheme, Dialga had a deep royal blue. His left ear was also pierced, and a blue diamond trimmed with white rest upon it, in comparison to Palkia, whose left ear had two piercings, both of which had a pink pearl on them.
Upon reaching Ashura, the two abruptly straightened up, looking at each other and coming to a consensus. As one, the both presented to her a pleasant looking brown bag, with purple trim, and a black and silver tassel dangling from the latch. She smiled brilliantly at the two of them, carefully taking the bag with reverent hands, before flinging herself at both. Despite them being one and a half feet taller than her, she managed to throw herself and wrap her arms around their necks hard enough to make them stumble. The two simply grinned down at the tiny girl before them. After a particularly long hug, she let go of them and dropped down to the floor, before returning to her previous position. Arceus smiled at the display of affection with his oldest children, before calling the room's attention back to himself.
"This bag is not ordinary. It was made with the help of Palkia and Dialga, and connects to a 'pocket dimension' of sorts." He pointed to a small medallion that had an simplified design of the deity trio on it. "If you touch this, it will take you inside the dimension, to a teleporter that will take you back out if you touch it again. Within this dimension is a small lake which you can store mundane fish in, a forest for mundane animals, a grassy field for cattle, an average field for crops, and a plantation with rich soil which you can plant berries in. There is also a large storage shed in which everything you put in the bag will go. For example, if you put a box of pokemon food in the bag, it will appear in the shed. In order to take something out of the shed, simply think about it and reach in, and it will appear. There are already a wide variety of animals and fish inside of it, and the created ecosystem will allow crops to grow naturally without extra effort by yourself. To get anything from anywhere but the shed, you will have to touch the medallion and teleport in yourself. Any berries you wish to plant will have to be acquired on your own."
Ashura looked frankly gobsmacked now, clearly stunned by what she had thought was just a really nice bag.
"Oh, and also, it is impossible for anyone but yourself to open it, no matter what. It won't automatically return to you, but this bracelet," he handed her a simple bracelet with a charm identical to the medallion on the bag, "will allow you to sense its location so you can retrieve it. It is also borderline indestructible, so long as you don't leave it in an active volcano for a day, it will be fine."
By this point, she simply nodded, looking to be in shock. Several legendaries chuckled at her expression, while the overlords of Space and Time blushed and looked away when she shot them a look filled with enough thankfulness to fill an ocean. Arceus once again smiled, before regaining the room's attention.
"The next thing, is an island." Before he could continue, a thump sounded, and he looked over only to see her cradled in the arms of Giratina's human form, having fallen over in a dead faint. Giratina was an inch taller than Palkia and Dialga, and had dark skin, with glowing golden eyes and pitch black hair. He wore a light gold sleeveless shirt, with a thin darker gold fur lined jacket over it. He had brown boots and black pants, with a gold striped brown belt wrapping around his waist. The stoic legendary, meanwhile, appeared vaguely panicked, and Arceus sighed and shook his head as the other legendaries quickly swarmed him in worry for the girl cradled in his arms. They started debating with each other over how to wake her up, and the God of Pokemon stepped back and watched, knowing this might take a while.
Luckily, it didn't take too long, as they came to the conclusion that Kyogre should wake her up. The legendary of the seas stood at 6 feet tall, and had hair the color of the ocean at its clearest, changing colors in different lighting, that went down in silky straight waves to her mid-back, and was tightly braided. She had an angular, slightly stern face, and her eyes were the deep blue of the ocean's depths. Her skin was golden tan, and she wore a light blue tank top, and a slightly darker blue sarong wrapped around her waist. She had a thin body structure, with slight curves, and her long nails were painted dark blue with light blue tips.
After a moment of deliberation, she held up a finger, and condensed a bit of water from the air, that she then sprayed in the unconscious girl's face. Ashura abruptly woke up, spluttering, then, looking around in the faces of worried legendaries, smiled sheepishly.
"Sorry about that, I just thought I heard Arcy say he was giving me an island."
"That's exactly what I said."
"See, ridiculous, right- wait, what?"
"Yes, an island. This is a gift from both Groudon and Kyogre, with a little assistance from Palkia. It will begin as a very small island, around 50 cubic meters perhaps, with nothing on it but sand, some grass, and a few trees, along with a small house. However, it is linked psychically to you, and will thus change according to your needs. If you catch a fire pokemon, for example, that lives around volcanoes, or an ice pokemon, that lives in snowy areas, then one part of the island will expand and sprout a volcano, while another part will expand, and sprout a snowy mountain with icy cave systems. It will create anything you need, along with the ecosystems to support it. However, if your pokemon wants to hunt, mundane creatures won't just appear, you'll have to bring some in. It's inaccessible by anyone who doesn't have your permission. To get to it, just channel some of your aura into this medallion," he pointed to another medallion on her bag, that she had previously missed, which was decorated with designs of Groudon, Kyogre, and Rayquaza, "and you'll teleport to it. There will be a teleport station on the island that locks onto your previous location, and will send you back to it when you channel aura through it. Very convenient, correct?" Ashura just nodded dumbly.
"Now then, the next gifts aren't quite as extravagant, but are just as useful. I've given you several books on training your aura, written by previous aura masters, and books on techniques and uses for aura. There are also a few books that are essentially the psychic equivalent. There are some leather fingerless gloves in several colors that will allow you to more efficiently channel your aura, and they will also store any excess aura you leak into your surroundings that would otherwise be wasted. Also, a few very comfortable pairs of shoes that you can use for training, as they will increase resistance when moving, so simply walking will feel like a chore. They can also do the opposite, reducing the resistances around you to allow for faster movement. However, you'll have to practice with it, since it won't feel natural to suddenly be moving without any resistance. They'll also grow with you, and repair themselves with the help of your aura." The other legendaries became slightly restless, knowing that her departure time was getting closer.
"The final gift, Diancie will give you." The Jewel Pokemon floated up to her, and telekinetically lifted a clear prism-like stone that refracted the light in a rainbow of colors. In the center of it, was a strange wavy black design, that had several horizontal black lines running through it. It was easily recognizable as a key stone, and the clarity of the colors showed it to be a very high-quality one. She remembered from some of her talks with Arceus, that higher quality keystones can sometime resonate with mega stones, allowing the user to find said stones. Some can even tell which Pokemon it mega evolves when the user holds the mega stone. Diancie then began to speak. "This keystone is of the highest quality, and can sense any mega stone within 5 miles. It'll only sense stones when you focus on it though, otherwise, it'll just give you a feeling when there's a nearby stone that is unattached. Stones that someone already owns will 'feel' different to you than an unattached stone, so don't worry about going on a search for one only to find someone already has it." As Diancie finished, she levitated the stone closer to Ashura, and before she knew what happened, it touched the space exactly in the spot between her collar bones. It was cold at first, but then an odd feeling spread through her. It was a feeling kind of like that one time she had supercharged herself with magic, like her entire body was warmed up from the inside, and energized at the same time. Hardly a moment later, the feeling was gone. She blinked in slight confusion, before looking down. It was only a bit shocking to see the keystone sunk into her chest in the spot between her collarbones, and when she focused on it, she could feel pulses of some kind of energy moving outward from it, throughout her body, and into the surroundings. Finishing her examination, she turned back to the legendaries.
"Thank you all very much for the amazing gifts, but more than that, thank you all for being such amazing friends to me. I'll miss you all, and I definitely won't forget any of you. I'll make lots of friends, and train my Pokemon to be the strongest of their species." Several sniffles were heard, though no one commented, since there wasn't a single dry eye in the room. Finally, Yveltal, who was trying, and failing, to hold back tears, blurted out, "Of course you won't forget us! We won't forget you either! Besides, we'll see each other again, when you return here as a legendary Pokemon!"
Even Arceus himself held back his sadness at seeing one of his closest friends leaving. However, he had one last thing to say.
"An album has been compiled of some of the moments each and every one of us has had with you. A copy will be left here, in the Hall of Origins, while the other copy will go with you, and be stored in the bag."
Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer, and she turned and flung herself onto Arceus, wrapping her arms around his neck in a tight hug. Her feet dangled off the floor as the clung to his seven foot form, and the God of Pokemon cautiously wrapped his arms around her in return. A few long moments later, she let go, only to move on and do the same to Xerneas, then Giratina, and Palkia, Dialga, Azelf, Uxie, Zapdos, Articuno, Virizion, Hoopa, along with all the rest followed afterwards. By the time she was done, the sniffles were considerably more noticeable than before. As she moved over to Arceus once again, she turned and gave one last smile to them all.
"I'll see you all again at the end of this journey, so don't forget me, okay?" As she finished, time was finally up, and she was gone in a brilliant flash of light. When she disappeared, several legendaries fled the room to shed their tears in peace, while others broke into sobs right there, without shame. Arceus simply gazed at where Ashura had previously stood, before giving a small, gentle smile, and turning away. He briefly whispered under his breath,
"I'll see you again soon, Ash."
At that moment, a tiny baby girl, fast asleep, appeared a short distance from Professor Samuel Oak's lab in a brilliant flash of light. Professor Oak and Delia Ketchum, at that moment, woke from the same dream. A dream in which Arceus appeared to them, and tasked them with raising the Chosen One. Delia had decided to stay over at Professor Oak's house, while she recovered from the recent discovery that her child was dead in the womb. Thus, upon awakening, the two of them ran outside together, and discovered the tiny girl, laying in a basket, swaddled in black and silver cloth. Beside her was a simple brown bag, with two medallions on it, and a tiny tuft of silver-black-and-white striped hair sprouted from her head. As Delia picked up the child, a small piece of paper fluttered to the ground, which Professor Oak quickly picked up. On it were a few simple words.
To whomsoever it may concern,
Please take care of Ashura Dare'sensk Reochsaeraba, my Chosen One.
-Arceus, God of Pokemon
Within a few days, after discussion between the two, and the discovery that they had experienced the exact same dream before waking, Delia decided to adopt the sweet baby girl as her own. The child's presence helped her deal with her grief in a positive manner, and recently born Gary Oak also got a new playmate. The circumstances she was found in may have been strange, but both the Professor and Delia agreed, that the child's presence was a blessing, in more ways than one.
A/N - Pokemon fanfiction. Yes. I've been considering it for a while, but now it's decided.
This is going to be magnificent.
Or, at the very least, moderately enjoyable.
Next chapter will be her early years, leading up to when she begins regaining her memories of her past life (because all those memories in a child's brain would turn her into a vegetable, and having them all rush in at once would just be painful), reuniting with her Order, whose name will be revealed, and the events following that.
Hope to see you soon,
Lupa Altre