Often times he preferred to keep away from the humans and let them deal with their own well-beings. He would step in when things went awry and his beautiful land would be brought back to life within years, or days depending on the situation. But as he looked down upon the world, his heart fell. In all of his time alive—longer than any other being in the world—he had never stumbled upon a world so beautiful as Earth. His creatures, Pokemon as the mortals called them, and the humans lived in harmony together, though in its lifetime he had seen countless wars. People would enslave these creatures, or torture them, or abandon them and break their hearts. Through all of this, however, this world was still his favorite. All of his favorite creations were there; all of the divine creatures he and his partners had conjured up in the millions of years they lived together in that world.

With a heaving sigh that caused a burst of wind to rattle the trees on earth, he lowered his head in a sign of defeat. The humans had advanced too far. They had slain too many Pokemon, enslaved too many of his divine creatures, and destroyed the beautiful land in favor of building farther and farther out. As he galloped across the sky of the earth, he could only find little patches of green where the Pokemon now lived if they managed to live at all.

One by one his divine creatures had fallen. Regigigas had been morphed back into his statue-like form and was chained down with a new invention of the humans. Latias and Latios had been slain together for their feathers and Lugia continued to mourn for their loss to that very day. Jirachi had not risen from his sleep in three or four millennia, choosing not to let his crystals shine in the light of the comet. Mew was so downtrodden that he wept never ending tears. Kyurem had passed away a thousand years ago when his twins Reshiran and Zekrom were taken control of and forced to fight to the death; when their ending blows were charged at each other, the old dragon had been standing in the middle. The creator had no idea what happened to Regigigas' four children. He was still, to this day, looking for where the four Musketeers took refuge. Kyogre and his mother openly wept with each other for the loss of Groudon and the Prince of the Sea, Manaphy. He was too late to stop it, having gone into one of his forsaken 'naps', sleeping for years without making so much as a twitch. It was his curse for creating everything around him, for when he ran out of energy, it had to replenish. Eventually his life would end, as would the universe, and all of his energy would collapse in on itself, but from that combusting energy would form a new egg, his child. How long had this cycle been in place? Would his child, or his reincarnation, recreate Giratina, Dialga, Palkia, Uxie, Mespirt, and Azelf, his children and family? Would history repeat itself in a cycle over and over? Would the next Arceus be as imaginative, creative as he had been? There were too many questions of which he did not know.

Unfortunately he was not immortal. Only old age could stop him, when he ran out of energy to continue creating. But he created things before his sleep, refuges for when situations such as this happened. This world he looked at would now continue on without him; it was disappointing, sure, but the sun was going to combust in a rather short time in his point of view anyway and everything would be gone. Across the galaxy however was a new planet, still going young and evolving much like his planet Earth had. They were still water creatures, leaving room for development. But… He could not leave his creations. Each and every one of them, well, they were his family. An extended family beyond the six he had borne so long ago. They were his favorite and they served him the best out of dozens of other planets, and so he could not abandon them. Only the humans, who had once been his favorite and had now only failed him and disappointed him.

Well, he would start over. He galloped down into the region the humans had dubbed Sinnoh; to him, it was the Origin where the Hall of Origins resided. Perhaps it was still Sinnoh today, or maybe a war had split it into two regions much like Johto and Kanto had been split down the middle shortly after their settlement. He let out a breath of fresh air in the dank, polluted skies and touched his golden hooves to the marble white floor below him. Long ago when he was in his previous cycle of sleep, a group of humans had discovered his hall and in battle with Giratina, who was simply protecting his birth place, destroyed it. He had not the heart to restore it to its previous state and so he stood in the rubble, looking about it with a disheartened look in his complimentary red-green eyes. He kicked over a rock that had once been part of a beautiful pattern on the floor. It revealed the cold silver eyes of Lugia and the one next to it had a color of green close to Rayquaza's skin color. Had he been able to, he would have wept.

"What are you up to?"

He looked up suddenly, meeting the eyes of a tiny pink cat who floated weakly in the air. "Nothing," he muttered. "Absolutely nothing." He felt his heart wrench.

Mew sniffed halfheartedly and his ears dropped. Even his tail did not hold the usual vigor it once had. "I just got news that Celebi retreated into the past. He…he says that now his forest is destroyed, there is no reason to be here." He wiped a tear off his cheek. "Dialga will miss him greatly."

His heart fell. "My poor grandson," he muttered, his head lowering once again in defeat. With the stress of his world on his shoulders, his hooves no longer shined a brilliant gold. They were dull, like the old color of fake gold, and his mane shimmered like a flag at half mast. He looked up at Mew again and nuzzled him when he hunched over, covered his face with his hands, and sobbed. The creator willed the golden wheel around his stomach to disappear and he lay down and allowed Mew to take a rest between his horns.

"I am going to start over, Mew."

"What—what do you mean? Why not restore the world back to what it once was? Can't you do that?"

"It would be a minor inconvenience, but my energy right now is limited. I have a world far away, and though it is not named yet, I have created it for times like this. And because this is my favorite world, all my divine creations are to come with me."

Mew smiled weakly. "You still use that old term? Why not Legendary?"

"It is such a frail and weak word, an understatement if you will, of our true power. The humans can comprehend little of what we can. But fear not, in this world, I will even bring over your creations. I love these Pokemon with all my heart, but I love the humans too. I was thinking about…mixing the two together. Hybrids, if you will. They will not be able to switch between their Pokemon and human forms, like we have been able to, but will be the Pokemon we know and love. A human Charizard, or a human Pikachu. Designed like our human forms to look like our divine forms, but human enough to blend in with ease. What do you say, Mew? Would you like that?"

The cat sniffed and draped its tail between his horns, waving the plump end around in front of his eyes like a toy. "That would be swell," he said, "but what of us? Or, the others at least? Me and you and Regigigas and your children are creatures of the universe. The others are connected to this world. They will…they will…forget everything."

He lowered his head in a nod and brought it back up to look at a stray cloud in the sky. "They will have to die and start anew." As he stood, the wheel came back, and above his head was a glowing light. The bricks around him and the destroyed marble lifted and rebuilt itself, but it was only a vision of the past. Divine creatures began to appear one by one if they were there that very moment; only one Mewtwo as her brother had been destroyed, Lugia, Zapdos, Ho-Oh, Suicune, Entei, Kyogre, Raqyauza, Reshiram, Zekrom, only one of the Musketeers named Virizion, and two Darkrais, a father and a son, for their wife and sister had been locked away and kept as dream catchers until they died. The few creatures still alive looked around, having only been summoned in such a way once before. They looked scared, lonely, and sad, as if they could see the real state the Hall of Origin was in. Out of the shadows came his two oldest children, Dialga and Palkia, who took their spots next to their father, and floating above his head were the three little pixies. His youngest, Giratina, had fled into the Distortion World to feast of the souls of the reaped.

Mew floated over to his daughter and shifted into his human form, wrapping his stiff arms around her so tight she could have suffocated. He sobbed into her shoulder, babbling about how he was so glad she was still alive, and refused to let her go; she in turn hugged him back and closed her eyes in peace.

"Why have you called us?" Lugia rasped. "Have you finally brought mercy upon us while all of our brethren have died?"

Two others nodded in agreement. The divine creator shook his head.

"I never wished for this to happen. The humans have advanced too fast. They have taken over everything and have left us with nothing, ignoring the tales of old. We have nothing left here."

Virizion stomped his hoof. "What about a Jewel of Life?" he asked. "Could it not bring flourishing life back to the cities that now span the entirety of the land?"

His complimentary red-green eyes stared at the green creature who looked so much like himself. He finally shook his head and looked about the room. "I will give you all a choice," he said slowly, deliberately. "I can use all my remaining power this session to create a Jewel of Life and then give it to Mew to bring life back to where it once was. I will fall into another deep sleep. However, none of your friends will be revived. Laitas and Latios will stay dead. Regigigas and his children will be nothing but statues. When I return, things will be even worse if my Jewel is not used in a specific way. Regigigas and a special man were the only two to have gotten it right."

Heaviness settled on the shoulders of the living. Mew swallowed and looked back, clinging to his daughter as if she were his lifeline to the world.

"What is your other option?" Entei rumbled.

"I will use my remaining power to take you and your fallen brothers and sisters to a new world across the galaxy. You will be reborn anew, but in a human form. The only thing is…once I sever your souls from this world, you lose all of your memories. You will perhaps have the same personalities, but maybe your histories and origins will not be the same. Your families may be different. What I am trying to get at, is we can start a new world. We don't have to stay here anymore."

Mew looked down at Mewtwo. "How will my children be born, then?" he breathed. He neglected to tell anyone that he would be allowed to keep his memories, as he was born in the same explosion that created the beautiful god in front of him. "They were manmade."

"Maybe in this new world, the mechanics are different. Maybe they will actually be yours, and not created from man. Maybe they will be born from you, like mine were from me."

He looked uncomfortable with that notion, but nodded. "I like this idea," he began. "Celebi, Jirachi, Meloetta, Xerneas, Yveltal…they'll all be back. Isn't that what you lot pine for every day?"

Kyogre and Lugia let out terribly sad songs. It tugged at the creator's heartstrings so bad that a single tear fell. He had convinced himself he could no longer cry.

"I accept this," Virizion said, defeated. He bowed and took a step back into the circle of Legendaries. He looked to have been crushed more than the others as the creator could feel the rejection radiating from his body. "I was born in this world. I protect this world. I do not wish to leave, but…I miss Cobalion and Keldeo."

"They are…gone?" the creator asked, confused.

He nodded. "Unfortunately. They died in a wild fire trying to protect a group of children. Me and Terrakion left after and hid in a far off cave in Unova's Victory Road where no one could possibly find us."

"And Aritcuno and Moltress, Lugia? What happened to them?"

"Moltress drowned. Articuno was captured. It set the world off balance, but in your sleep you shifted it so that the balance was back and their absence was no longer noticed."

The creator's heart fell even further. He looked to Ho-Oh. "Raikou? Where is he?"

She shook her big, feathery head and held her wings around her like a blanket.

"Deoxys? Where is Deoxys?"

"Fled back into space. All of them," Mew answered.

He looked around the remaining divine creatures. His wheel disappeared again and he stumbled to lay down. Things were grimmer than he had thought. "Where is Heatran? Victini? My three Forces of Nature?"

Darkrai floated forward, his cold blue eye staring into the creator's very soul. "Heatran has not been 'considered' a Legendary for years now. She was trapped in a cave in and disappeared. Victini could no longer enjoy the battles he wished to participate in and dissolved when the very thing he stood for disappeared. No one has seen the genies for…a long time."

Mewtwo pushed away from Mew. "My Genesect and the Genesect that you have recognized as a Legendary have been taken away from me. They were brought to a lab and disassembled. I want to leave this forsaken land of men and women." Murmurs of agreement followed.

The creator swallowed. He rested his head on the ground and closed his eyes, having not been aware of all these deaths and disappearances. He only let a few more tears fall, far more than he had let in the past few billion years, but this was beyond anything he had felt before. The building began to crumble now and the Legendaries faded into nothing. Mew changed back into his Pokemon form and laid beside the creator.

"When are you going to do it?" Mew asked, drawing circles into the ground with his tail. "When will I be able to see my son again?"

"I do not know, Mew. I am gathering the rest of my energy now. Sleep sounds so good right now." He stood up and took off into the air, his wheel reappearing as it always did. Mew followed him as fast as he could and did not stop, not even when they were in space. The creator shot a brilliant light into the sky; it fanned out across the world and lit it up in a pure-white light. Mew shook his head to clear his thoughts and floated beside the god in a bubble, watching the light disappear into the earth. One bye one the divine creatures started appearing, even ones that had died long ago like Latias and Latios. The creator stood in waiting, glancing at each one as they appeared, ignoring their questions for now if only because they would not remember.

He looked at all of his creations, some of them not even his own! Regigigas had created Shaymin and the Regi Trio, while Ho-Oh had created the three Legendary Beasts from the rubble of a tower. So many of them had no been his own, but he loved them and cherished them. Now he threw his head to the sky with his last remaining energy and all of his creations, even Mew, disappeared from site.

When next he opened his eyes, his hooves touched the snow-white sand of a beach. His knees buckled and he collapsed to the ground. His hooves shifted into hands and feet. Cool water rushed over his legs and pulled back into the ocean, which was tugging back and forth from two separate moons. He turned his head and saw a beautiful sapphire sky as he smiled ever so slightly. His eyes began to close in peace.

"Hey—hey! No, stay awake, please. You can't leave me alone." His body was shifted, lifted into the air. "Arceus, please, you can't leave me alone. You can't…"

Shinzu: Okay the last time I tried to write a prologue for my AU world, it didn't go so well. I deleted it and rewrote it, so hopefully this works!