Hello again, Fanfiction writers and Youtubers who followed the link in my video! This is yet another story of mine, except I intend to FINISH this one, unlike the Galacta Knight Chronicles. (I'll get to it, I promise!) However, this means Angry Bob will have to sit around for a while. :( But I promise you, this story will make up for Galacta, Bob, and my sprite series. (Sorry again!) But enough with the intro.
Also, Imma gonna dedicate each chapter of this to a specific writer/youtuber I admire, or are close friends with. So, to kick things off, I would like to dedicate this first chapter to Kracko64, the one and only reason I'm on this website. I was randomly searching the Internet one day, (when I was supposed to be doing homework XP) mostly looking for stuff to do with Waddle Dees. Then, I found this one result on Google: Star Warrior Chronicles 1: The Stars of the Fountain of Dreams. Intrigued, I clicked on it. It took me to , but more importantly, it took me to a truly engrossing story, one filled with battles, cunning, triumphs, failures, and breakings of the Fourth Wall. It got me hooked, and interested in doing something like that myself. Sadly, Kracko quit the story not long before I read it. I would really like to see it through to its end, especially as he left us at a bunch of cliffhangers, but, I can't. D'oh! Anyways, he's my inspiration for being on , and I wanted to thank him(though I doubt he's reading this. If you are, though, PLEASE COME BACK!).
Now, I think that's about enough talking, don't you? I thought so. Let's begin the story! It started on a crisp, clear morning…
CHAPTER ONE:
Realization
Sceptile drowsily rose from his straw bed, stretched his leafy limbs, gave a large yawn, and gazed at the blood-red sun outside the window. He had never taken it for granted since it started rising again, on that fateful, glorious day. As he did each morning, he took it in, basking in its radiance.
"I swear, you're addicted to the sun, Sceptile. Not a good thing to get hooked on. We can't take it away." Sceptile turned towards the doorway, only to see Dusknoir floating there, with his arms crossed and a twinkling in his eye.
"Let's hope we can't. C'mon, let's get to town." Dusknoir nodded, and the duo exited the hut together. Each of them was wrapped up in his own thoughts as they walked down the path. Sceptile was thinking about the recent events that had happened. For instance, that day when he had somehow evolved. He woke up one day, to his surprise and everyone else's, to find he was no longer Grovyle. He was Sceptile. Dialga had said it was most likely the work of the same being who had saved this world from disappearing. Also, the new Temporal Square that was being built. The Pokemon had all quickly banded together in order for the construction to be quick and efficient, and it was just that. They had also quickly voted Sceptile honorary Guildmaster, and the Guild building was to be dedicated to him. Dusknoir had been also declared the not-so-honorary Chief of Police, a job that was constantly keeping him and his Sableye officers busy. Dialga was busy repairing both the timestream and Temporal Tower, and Celebi was off to bring the good tidings to Jonas and Meowth. Sceptile grinned at the thought. Seeing that spunky Torchic and calm, collected Meowth again would be nothing short of magical. He was wrapped up in these thoughts and more, when he was suddenly thrown back several feet. He snapped his head up to the sight of Dusknoir softly chuckling.
"Just as always, too busy dreaming to remember. One would think you'd learn, after the three months this project has been underway."
"Three months is relative," the green lizard mumbled. "It took a while for time to return to its normal speed…"
"True, true…Ho there! Spiritomb!" Dusknoir shouted as he waved his large hand. This attracted the attention of what seemed to be a cracked rock, which came to levitate in front of the duo. Then, it rapidly sprouted a grotesque face, which was purple with green eyes, dotted with various neon orbs. It seemed to break out into a smile at the sight of them, but it was hard to tell.
"HeLlO aGaIn, YoU tWo. I tHoUgHt I fElT a…FaMiLiAr PrEsEnCe! I'd SaY hOw MaNy TiMeS It'S bEeN, bUt I'vE lOsT cOuNt!"
"I've already been hassled by Dusknoir. It won't happen again."
"JuSt LiKe YeStErDaY."
"I said I've been hassled enough. Could you lift the barrier, please?"
"No SeNsE oF hUmOr…FiNe." A light glowed within the poltergeist, and a small doorway appeared. The companions scurried through it, and it vanished. The two bade farewell to Spiritomb, and entered the town.
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The place was bursting at the seams with development. Several kinds of Pokemon were going about their business all over town. Several were building various buildings, but a few had set up shops, seeing as trace amounts of the old currency had been found scattered throughout the land.
"Hey there, guys! Wanna get something? I know you have enough!" A Ludicolo called at the two.
"Sorry, Ludicolo, can't stop today. Important day, you know."
"I do! That's why I've halved prices!" Dusknoir sighed good-humoredly.
"You win. We'll take an Apple each."
"C'mon, Dusknoir. Get some Gummis. Today is a special day!" Sceptile nudged Dusknoir. The ghost smiled.
"Nothing but a couple of marionettes, that's what you two are. Fine, two Purple Gummis, one Gold, and two Grass."
"Coming right up!" Ludicolo said eagerly, as he rummaged in his stock.
"Good thinking, to get those extras. I hope we didn't get enough, though." grinned Sceptile.
"Agreed. It will truly be a blessing if Celebi can bring Jonas and Meowth here." Just then, Ludicolo came back, the GUmmis they asked for in its arms.
"There you go! And no charge!"
"No, I insist." Sceptile was reaching for the money pocket in his Treasure Bag when Ludicolo waved him off.
"How can I charge the Guildmaster and Chief of Police on a day like this? No. Take the Gummis with my blessing, and give my regards to Dialga and Celebi."
"As always, your decency never fails to please. Thank you, Ludicolo."
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"Anytime, boys. Anytime." Sceptile and Dusknoir wandered off, toward the middle of Temporal Square. They paused momentarily at each of the stands they saw. They waved at Magmortar, proprietor of the Link Shop. They stopped by Kangaskhan Storage, which was really run by a Rattata using a Kangaskhan Statue. And last but not least, they came to Nuzleaf Bank collect plenty of spending money. At last they arrived at Porygon's booth, which proclaimed:
PORYGON'S EXPLORER TRAVEL:
100P PER EXPLORER
Beside it was the list of discovered dungeons. Porygon looked up upon their coming and said, "Well well well. I assume you two want-"
"Wait! Chief Dusknoir!" Sceptile and Dusknoir turned to see a Sableye wearily scurrying toward them. When it reached its destination, it tiredly raised its hand in a salute, saying without breath, "Officer Sableye reporting for…duty…" Dusknoir chuckled good-naturedly.
"At ease, Sableye! We don't require such formality, you know that."
"Doesn't mean I…can't…" Sceptile grinned and turned back to Porygon.
"Looks like we have three to transport instead. I assume you know where we want to go."
"How could I not? It's been all over town! Here's hoping we get to finally meet these two you speak so highly of." As he was saying this, the digital shopkeeper put up his 'Away' sign. "Oh, and no charge." Sceptile rolled his eyes.
"We've already taken charity from Ludicolo. We don't need it from you." Porygon shook its plated head.
"It's not charity. It's recompense. You took me out of those Spacial Cliffs. It's just a thank you for that."
"Fine. We're ready when you are." Porygon nodded, and the familiar tingling sensation overtook the four as they disappeared in a flash of light.
…
The foursome rematerialized at the top of an incredibly tall tower. The brick was tan, with several small structures dotting the summit. There was also a small panel on the farthest end, containing six blue gears.
"WELCOME BACK TO TEMPORAL TOWER. ARE YOU LIKING THE REBUILDING PROCESS?" The foursome turned to see a giant dark blue dragon, covered with metal and sky-blue energy pulsing through its skin. Sceptile grinned at the giant.
"Looking good, Dialga. At least, it's better than the last time."
"VERY FUNNY. BUT LET US GET TO THE MAIN REASON WHY WE ARE GATHERED HERE TODAY."
"Agreed. Shall we begin, Master Dialga?" Dusknoir asked.
"INDEED." Suddenly, Dialga reared its head back, and gave a roar that seemed to split the very air around them. They could simultaneously feel time going slower and faster. A bright light flashed, and all was still. After removing their hands from their eyes, they saw a wavy blue tunnel had materialized, consistently maintaining an inconsistence. Dusknoir sighed euphorically.
"Ah, a Time Passage. Haven't seen one of those in a while." Sceptile smirked at Dusknoir.
"Not that long. Only 'three months ago', as you said."
"And as you said, 'time is relative'."
"C'mon, let's get quiet! They could be here any minute!" The Sableye had long since recovered its breath, and was pacing impatiently. They all nodded, and began to wait.
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It had been (relatively) three hours since the vigil began. Sableye yawned lazily, and Porygon offered an Apple. Dialga stood in constant vigil, a few (relative) hours meaning nothing at all to it. Dusknoir was floating/pacing back and forth, its glove-like hands behind its back. Sceptile kept the watch with Dialga, a lifetime of subterfuge having taught him patience.
…
Suddenly, the portal began to quiver. All of those present quickly snapped to attention. A small pink dot materialized at the center, growing by the second. Sceptile dashed towards the entrance, yet being careful not to get sucked in.
"Celebi!" Sure enough, the pink form had taken on a distinctly fairy-ish look. It slowly grew larger and larger, until all of her shape was visible. She dove into Sceptile's arms, crying. At this, Sceptile frowned and began stroking Celebi's head gently.
"What's wrong, Celebi? Were you not able to bring them back? Maybe it was because of-"
"N-no." Celebi whimpered. Sceptile hugged her tightly, and Dusknoir asked, "What was it, then?" Celebi just cried harder.
"Please." Dusknoir entreated Celebi. The grass fairy wiped her eyes, and began explaining.
"W-when I got to the past, I a-asked for M-meowth. He was l-living in Sharpedo Bluf like you said, but-" At this tears started running anew. They all waited patiently for her to continue. Soon, she had cried it out, and continued.
"I found him, and h-h-he didn't remember me!" At this, all those present, including Dialga, took a shocked step back. Sceptile hastily asked, "Jonas! What about Jonas!" At this, Celebi started crying again. Sceptile began shaking Celebi and saying, "Jonas! What happened to Jonas!"
"I'm sorry, my dear Sceptile…"
"WHAT HAPPENED?!" Celebi tried hard to hide her tears.
"I'm so very sorry…"
"Just tell me, Celebi!"
"He…he never existed!" At this, Sceptile fell to his knees and joined Celebi in crying, as Dusknoir placed his hands on their shoulders in consolement.
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…
A bright eye gleamed in the depths of the cave.
It is gone…But given time, it will recover. In the meantime, I must perform the task at hand.
He looked out the shadowy entrance, towards Temporal Square.
There…there is where my destiny lies.
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…
A bright eye gleamed in the depths of the cave.
It is gone…But given time, it will recover. In the meantime, I must perform the task at hand.
He looked out the shadowy entrance, towards Temporal Square.
There…there is where my destiny lies.
TO BE CONTINUED
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