The Revenge of Raijinn
Chapter 1: The Coronation
On a small island, in the middle of the ocean, a storm raged; winds blowing with enough strength to level mountains, rain falling with enough intensity to dent even the strongest steel, and lighting striking almost constantly, lighting up the area. Pokémon found whatever shelter they could. Nothing could possibly survive in such a storm.
Nothing, that is, except for the two figures currently standing on the edge of a cliff, watching the storm pass by, never touching them, seeming almost afraid of their very presence.
One was a human, messy raven hair covering the unique amber-colored eyes on his face as the wind softly blew around him, causing the black trench coat he wore to flutter in an almost ethereal manner.
(It looks like it's finally time) said the thing next to him.
The eyes, once so full of warmth and caring, but now so cold and lifeless, stared out over the ocean before finally turning to the human-like creature next to him.
Next to the young man stood an even more mysterious figure, dressed in nothing but a robe, similar to those of clerics of old. The robe was a gold color, seeming to flow of its own accord in a mesmerizing fashion. On the back of the robe was a deep blue thunderbolt. Covering the figure's face was a hood, another deep blue thunderbolt imprinted on it. The only part of the figure that could be seen was its eyes, deep yellow with black pupils, the rest of its body being hidden by the flowing robe.
"That it does, my friend. That it does," stated the young man, showing no emotion before finally smirking. "We shouldn't keep the legendaries waiting, now should we?" he intoned sarcastically.
The figure in the gold robe merely chuckled. (You know as well as I do that they would for an eternity before angering you. But I don't want to be late for my own ceremony.)
The man sighed, knowing his partner was right. "Fine," he finally said. "I suppose that it isn't every day that they manage to cease their squabbling long enough to crown a new legendary." "But isn't this," he gestured to the storm raging around them "a little much?"
The robed creature merely continued chuckling. (Hey, let me show off every once in a while. Just because you hate even the smallest amount of attention doesn't mean that you have drag the rest of us down with you) teased the figure.
The man merely sighed again, gesturing to his shoulder as a bolt of lightning struck down upon them. Had anyone been there, they would have seen that the robed figure had disappeared. In its place was a small, yellow mouse that jumped onto the shoulder of the man before the two of them disappeared in a bright blue and yellow flash, not leaving any sign that they had ever been there.
All across the world, the storm raged, covering everything. Scientists were baffled, unable to ascertain where the storm had come from, and why it had arrived so quickly. As suddenly as it had come, the storm had stopped, baffling people even further. All of the pokémon in the world knew, however, exactly what it meant, and stopped what they were doing, whether it was battling, relaxing, or even sleeping, and stared up at the sky, running outside if they weren't there already.
This had only happened one other time in history. The last time that every pokémon had gathered in such a manner was when the Chosen One had finally come into his power, stopping the capture of Lugia and the destruction of the world.
Very few knew this, however, and of those that did, even fewer knew why it was happening now.
Outside the headquarters of the Pokémon League stood Mr. Charles Goodshow, the head of the Pokémon League and all of its affairs, and Scott Enishida, the owner and proprietor of the Battle Frontier. They were flanked by the four champions of the regions, the head frontier brain, and the two most notable professors of all time. They were all gazing up at what had been, just moments before, a raging storm.
"What was that about?" inquired Wallace, the current Hoenn champion. He turned around to look at the others to see their responses.
Steven Stone, the current champion of Kanto, merely shrugged, informing his old friend that he had no clue what it could possibly be, and turned towards the three others.
Cynthia and Lance, the current champions of Sinnoh and Johto respectively, shared a nervous glance. Mr. Goodshow merely sighed, while Paul Shinji, the head frontier brain, and Scott merely chuckled. Samuel and Gary Oak, two well-known professors of pokémon, merely shook their heads.
"I had hoped that this would wait until after the Tournament of the Divine, but it seems that I no longer have any choice," stated Mr. Goodshow, looking his age for once.
Steven and Wallace shared a nervous glance. They had never seen Mr. Goodshow so serious. In fact, they had never even thought such a thing even remotely possible. Cynthia and Lance sighed, knowing just what this meant, and that life was about to get a lot more complicated.
"You must swear to never reveal what I am about to tell the two of you. This information is known by very few people in the world. Almost all of them are standing here," he gestured to the other 7 people surrounding them "and have taken this oath as well." They looked at the others in shock and, noticing the solemn looks on the others' faces, merely nodded their heads.
Scott stepped forward and asked one question, a question that would change their lives forever. "What do the two of you know about a man by the name of Ash Ketchum?"
AN: Well, this is my first fanfiction, hope all of you like it. I got the inspiration to do this from all of the numerous Dark Ash stories on here, especially fujin of shadows Dark Ash stories. I also would like to thank my good friends Catherine P. and Tony P. who got me hooked on fanfiction in the first place. If nobody likes this story then I'll probably stop, but if my writing is somehow appealing to you guys, then I'll keep writing it. It has a lot of common elements of Dark Ash stories, but I plan on incorporating some unique elements.