Chapter One: The Legend of Arceus
There is belief of creatures with unfathomable power, capable of controlling the very essences of the multiple factors of life. However, these beings pale in comparison to the one, true Pokemon, Arceus.
In the beginning, there was nothing. Vast emptiness expanding over the barren world. That changed when the great Arceus awoke. A Pokemon that wielded immense power which it used to give life to the barren world. Its power was so stunningly grand, that with each and every step it took, traces of life were left behind in its wake and in doing so, made the once barren, empty world into a fertile and lush place. Arceus left rolling fields of wildflowers and grasses in its tracks, created ever expanding oceans with the powerful rains it summoned with its roars, and mountains so high that they seemed to reach the heavens themselves.
As Arceus made its way across the world, smaller creatures began to take form. These Pokemon were the children of Arceus and came to worship it as a god. They sought Arceus for help and guidance and it tended to their needs, giving whatever it could to help its children flourish. While tending to its children, Arceus also protected the very lands it created and in doing so, was slowly draining its power. The time for Arceus to sleep again was coming close and it would not be able to tend to the land and its children, so, with a great amount of its god-like power, it created the Legends.
Beings of colossal size that would take charge of certain factors of its world while it slept. Arceus, with one final gesture of its grand power, had created towering stone plates that scattered across its world, hidden from the mortal Pokemon it cared for. On each of the 17 plates Arceus created were engraved rules of for the Legends to follow. And with that, Arceus went into a deep slumber, making its nest in the enormous mountains that reached into the sky.
At first, Arceus' children were confused, distraught that their god had left them, leaving them blind in the face of trouble. In which, the Legends had made their presence known to the moral Pokemon, giving them hope that their god would always be there for them. And life went on as the Legends protected and kept peace among the land.
Until one day, a mortal Pokemon, fed up with being managed by the Legends, saw fit they could create a world in which they, the mortals, would forever rule. They would preach to others, claiming the Legends were not needed, Arceus itself was not needed anymore, and that they truly had no free will while in their care. However, they were greatly ignored, cast off as an outsider, which only infuriated them even more, so they left. They journeyed farther than any other Pokemon had ever dared, reaching the lands that many did not even know existed. There, they came along another Legend, one that did not care for mortals too much nor Arceus for creating them. And so they fought.
For days, upon weeks, upon months they collided and clashed until there was only one victor. The mortal. They had overcame the Legend and even learned of their special ability to create stones, stones of great power. They forced the Legend to create one, a stone meant to control the Legends, the Mythic Stone.
With this stone, the mortal took control of the beings made to protect Arceus' creations, bending their will into their own. With this power, they would show the ones who foolishly discarded them that they were foolish themselves to follow such creatures. Using the Mythic Stone, the mortal sought to destroy everything Arceus created, laying waste to everything and anyone that stood in their way.
Deep in Arceus' slumber, it awoke from the wailing and cries of agony from the world itself, only to find its precious creation in ruin. Arceus' children, now scattered from their homeland due to the large amounts of mayhem and destruction, hid away in fear of being killed. It could sense their fear, their sadness, their lost of faith that their god would always protect them and it roared. A cry of pain and anger echoing all across the lands and seemed to shake the world itself.
The mortal, now knowing of Arceus' awakening, had went after it, using the very Legends it created. An intense battle broke out between Arceus and the mortal that lasted for years, leaving only more chaos and ruin in its wake. The world was ruined and Arceus was saddened deeply. Seeing that it needed to end this ever-going battle, Arceus absorbed the power of its world, taking its very essence to create a light that shone brighter than even the sun. Even seeing that its wayward child had lost their faith in it, Arceus still cared for the mortal, but used its blinding light on them.
The mortal Pokemon's form was destroyed, along with the damned Mythic Stone, finally ending their battle. Arceus, deeply hurt and heartbroken, used the last remaining strength it possessed to transform its very soul into a stone that the world absorbed, bringing back the fertility of the world even greater than before. The Legends, left behind, mourned that Arceus would never be able to take its previous form ever again.
The Jewel of Life, Arceus' very soul, lied deep within the world. Where it finally rested, a grand mountain was formed, but the few mortals left behind were unable to find it...
Welcome to Hoenn
The forest was covered in an early morning dew from the light rain that occurred last night. It gave the air a crisp, wet feeling which the small Pokemon exiting the hollowed tree home didn't mind. He took in a deep breath, enjoying the freshened air and smiled at the wet grass he stepped onto upon leaving. His eyes, filled with great determination, looked up to the sky. The sun was barely out, but he felt a warmth anyways. Perhaps it was the fire metaphorically burning inside of him that gave him some pep in his step as he made his way into the denser forest.
