This is a story that I thought up due to boredom. Still, flames are not welcome.
Prologue: Wanderer
They say nothing can stand against time. Even the mightiest armies bow in defeat to the sands of time.
That expression might hold more truth than some would like to believe.
Ever since that day when that team failed to defeat Primal Dialga, the world has changed. Completely. Only remnants of the past remain scattered all over.
For one, the Legendaries have vanished. Like I care, for those so-called deities never bothered to help us mortals. I've long ago lost my belief in the hope that they would come to set things right, return the world to the way it was before. I'm starting to wonder if they even deserve to be called Legendaries, and if they deserve the powers they've been bestowed with. For it was one of their own who abused its power, and the world paid the price.
The Pokemon in the world have changed. Most are now mindless servants of the ruler of Temporal Tower, condemned to live out their lives in an eternity of servitude to Dialga. For those whose wills are still their own, there are those who simply wish to live in this new, desolate world, and there are those who seek to change the world for the better. As noble as that sounds, it's a lost cause. Try to attack Primal Dialga, and it'll simply blast you into the past (not literally, although I think it can do that) with a Roar of Time. No one knows what became of that team, but there's no time now for speculation. Danger is around every corner in this world. One wrong move and it could be your last.
The world itself has changed. Treasure Town is no more, along with countless places. Trees and plants still grow here and there, but food and water aren't easy to find. Only the strong survive here. There's no room for weakness, not unless you want to end your life. And believe me, there are plenty of Pokemon out there who are willing to do that. There's been an increase of temporal abnormalities as of late, but those things didn't appear recently. No one remembers when exactly did they start appearing and no one knows what happens to those who are sucked into them, but everyone knows that they are never seen again.
As for me, I never really cared. You could say I belong to the first category of those Pokemon who still have their own wills, but I personally hate this world. I don't mind it changing, but I'm not going to care about whether it does change or not. I'm not idealistic, because ideals are useless unless you have the strength to back it up.
That was what I believed in, what I felt was right. It was the line which divided things into right and wrong. It was the one absolute in my entire world, the one thing that never changed even as I wandered through the remains of this world.
Until I met them.