"The X and Y represent the x axis and y axis. The world holds people with all sorts of ways of thinking, and you can get a sense that they exist in different dimensions. But if you think of them as people who think on the x axis and people who think on the y axis— horizontal and vertical axes— then they intersect somewhere. We may think differently, but we all live on the same planet, so everyone eats, sleeps and goes about their business day after day just like everyone else." — Junichi Masuda
Legacies
by luckylucyheartfilia
[ Prologue ]
A long time ago, there was a land that was ruled by a peaceful king. The land was abundant with life and Pokémon, mysterious creatures who lived with humans in harmony.
However, one day a terrible strife began in the south, and within a short time the entire country was at war. Pokémon fought each other to the death, and the land was covered in blood. The king's beloved Pokémon left to fight, but it never returned.
The king was grieved by the destruction the war had wrought on his people and country, and searched desperately for a way to end it. He sought help from the god of life, who listened to his pleas and saved the region from being destroyed. The earth was restored, and peace regained. However, this was not enough for the king, because his beloved Pokémon was gone.
He created a machine that would bring back the Pokémon, and it worked. However, his anger still burned fiercely, and he swore to seek revenge on those who had taken away his Pokémon's life. He turned the machine into the ultimate weapon, and with it he destroyed the region and its inhabitants.
When his Pokémon discovered what he had done, it was horrified that so many lives had been exchanged for its own. It left the king, and hadn't been seen since.
The god of life was disgusted by the king's actions. They cursed him to live forever, never being able to see his Pokémon again until he fixed his mistakes. The god of life then retreated to the smoldering remains of a forest to the south of the region, and there they used the last of their energy to once again restore life to the land. Drained of their power, they went into a deep sleep and became a titanic-sized tree deep in the Santalune Forest.
The king is said to still wander that land today, searching for his old friend in eternal vain.
-:-
"...As the story was passed down, so were a few other tales about the god of life. There's a common trend in Kalos' history. Once every millennium or so, a war rips Kalos apart at the seams and destroys the land. The bloodshed has always been ended by a deity who restores the region back to life. It's possible that they're all the god of life from the Hundred Year War. Of course, they are merely rumours, but they're interesting ones, are they not?"
The sound of pencils scratching against paper was the only noise in the room, until someone raised their hand.
"Professor Sycamore?"
"Yes, Monsieur Floris?"
"Why is history so important?"
Augustine Sycamore glanced up, looking around the room and watching his four students carefully. They were arranged in a little half circle of sorts, in the middle of the room facing his desk, which he sat on top of while he spoke. The kids looked various levels of bored, but he knew that they were all paying attention to him. He straightened up, chuckling as he turned his sight back to one of his three male pupils, who sat on the far left lightly strumming his fingers on his desk.
"I was hoping one of you would ask that," he said cheerfully. "The answer is, Tierno, learning."
The boy wrinkled his nose. Even the short ginger-haired boy next to him, who had been hanging onto Sycamore's every word and jotting down notes as fast as he could, gave the man an odd look. The other two, a dark-haired boy and the only girl, stared at him blankly.
"Which of you four believe that the king's actions were right?" When none of them raised their hands, he continued. "So, do you believe what he did was wrong?"
The girl bit her lip, thinking about it. "Well, I dunno. I'd be hurt too if I lost my Pokémon. But that doesn't mean he had to kill everyone!"
Sycamore nodded. "And what about from the king's standpoint? He certainly believed that what he did was right. Yet from his Pokémon's viewpoint, he did a horrible deed and it left him. You see, not all opinions are black and white. There will come a time when you'll leave home and explore the world. You'll meet many new people and many new Pokémon, but most importantly you'll find many different thoughts.
"First, accept the ways of living and thinking that sometimes conflict with your own and think about what's really important- this will truly broaden your horizons." There was a brief moment of silence as those words sunk into the kids' heads. They jumped as Sycamore's phone began ringing, and started packing up their things when the professor indicated that class was over.
"This is Professor Sycamore, may I ask who is speaking? Ah, Madame Bellamy." One of the students, the dark-haired boy, looked up. Sycamore noticed him watching, and waved him over as he talked. "Fantastique! That's wonderful to hear. Have you told her about it yet? ...Well, I'm sure she'll be very excited about it. Yes, yes. Au revoir, Madame Bellamy." He hung up and turned to his student.
"Calem, you've been chosen to give Mademoiselle Bellamy the news."
"Mademoiselle Summers," the boy automatically corrected, earning a raised eyebrow from his teacher. When he didn't elaborate, Sycamore shrugged.
"Well, Mademoiselle Summers then. Madame Bellamy specifically asked for you to deliver the news, which I'm sure you're pleased with." He smiled knowingly at the boy, who left without another word.
Alone in silence, Sycamore stood and turned to his window to watch his pupils run down the street. They were still so young and naive, not having experienced the world beyond southern Kalos. He could think of no better choice for the project, however, and knew there was none.
He sighed, looking towards the north of the city, where the Prism Tower stood tall and magnificent against the skyline. Lumiose was a city of light, and it was a magnificent place at nighttime. The Tower stood as a beacon of hope for Kalos, and its light could be seen from every city in the region.
It would be terrifying if that light were snuffed out.
"A storm is coming."
this was interesting to write bc im pretty sure professor sycamore got through life on looks alone
anyways, welcome to legacies! im latte, and this is a loose adaption of pokemon x! im still a little unsure about this because i havent written anything in a long time hehe
i hope youll stick around for the ride! uwu