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Cha. 1- Visitors
"I want to tell you a story." The Creator said. The Legends all looked at him with their utmost attention. The Hall of Origins fell into silence.
It was rare that Arceus put on such a solemn tone. The last time he did, the universe did not recover for twenty thousand years.
"This is a story of how life- Pokémon- came to existence."
The waves were still.
Across the horizon, a blue hue covered everything. Water. Infinite water. If it was stared at for too long, sensory deprivation could settle in easily.
Wait! No, there was not even such a thing as "eyes" yet. There couldn't be sensory deprivation.
In fact, there was not anything.
No, that was not accurate either. A powerful lightning bolt slammed into the water. In minutes, a thunderstorm roared from the sky. The winds blew, the clouds twirled, and that was all.
It would have continued on for eons. Maybe life would rise? A civilization? Or, maybe it would have to wait for the next Big Bang.
The cycles of seasons had worked robotically, spinning on for millions of years already, and there was no doubt it was to continue spinning for millions more without change, if not for…
CRRKKTTT!
Suddenly, an endless black rift opened in the midst of the atmosphere. It was as if a mysterious blade of heaven had just cut through the fabrics of the very concepts that built this universe.
Light bent and flew into the hole. There was not a clue as to where it led, and not a single being who existed to investigate.
A powerful roar echoed from within. It was a cry of dismay, a cry of regret, a cry of agony, and a cry of… relief?
The powerful sound wave bang against the deep ocean. Then, as if a gigantic, omnipotent hand had just dug into the very bedrock of the planet and swirled, megatons of water soared into the air.
The blue substance covered the skies, its transparent property nullified as the sheer quantity overpowered the normally penetrating sunlight.
Future generations would come call smaller versions of the storm a "hurricane."
In the midst of the enormous storm that brought the entire world into motion, the black rift remained. Water droplets near it got consumed, leaving no trace of their emergence, as if they never existed.
Another groan appeared at the mouth of the rift. The resulting sonic boom crashed into the already quaking planet. More water rocketed into the heights.
In fact, almost the entire ocean bed was bare now, which was on the whole of earth's surface. Lava plumes were dug out of the young mantle, mixied with the falling liquid and leaving deep underwater cliffs unchanged for the next millennium.
At the rift, a holy light started to fill its darkness. Out of white glow, a giant hand clasped onto the side of the rift.
It was a perfect hand. The first word that came to mind of its description was purity. It has four long fingers, led by a powerful thumb.
It resonated the aura of life, of motherhood. It was… the hand of god!
The anatomy pressed onto the rift harder, as if the being on the other side was trying to get out, to enter the new land.
Before it could succeed, a crackling boom of laughter sounded from within the depth of the rift, sharply distinct from the previous cries.
Yes, the cries were back. This time, they were of utter despair. The hand on the rift shook violently, and the fingers… slipped!
The great hand tried to grab at the outside frantically. The water zoomed, and magma raged. The cackling did not stop from within. The hand was pulled back inches by inches, miles by miles.
A deep scream of desperation and hopelessness tore through the planet. The water rose as high as the thermosphere of the early earth. The bare land cracked.
The hand fell back in, and the rift closed, like it had never appeared.
In the next month or year, most water dropped back down to earth, while others were trapped in the high skies.
Mixed in the liquid was a drop of scarlet blood.
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