Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not own pokemon! I only own my OCs and every original idea that will appear in my story. With all that said, enjoy!
Darkness… All that surrounds me is darkness… It's cold and unforgiving. Sadly, it's the only comfort that I have come to known. After sleeping for so long I am awaking. Awaking to an evil that I created, an evil that I let live for so long. No longer will this evil haunt my purest creation, my children. I will fix my only mistake and then I will continue my slumber….
In a poorly lit room, a man sits upon a big chair meant for a king. Its frame was made of gold and was accented by silver flower petals. The cushiony was made of velvet color silk. A work of art that was meant to be the centerpiece of a grand hall but it fails in comparison to the silent man that sits upon it. First impression did this man no justice. All it will give a person is that he was of Hispanic descent, of average build, and a head or two shorter than an Ursaring. What made this man truly unique was the over powering aura he projected. It left an air of confidence and power. Lesser men would fall to their knees in fear and stronger men would shake silently in awe. The attention of the man is drawn away from the object he held in his hand to the footsteps coming towards him for a brief second before he returns his attention to it.
"What is bothering you?' asked a feminine voice that held a hint of concern that was almost masked by the power she wield strongly in her voice and presence.
"What do you think is bothering me?" the man kindly answers with another question of his own as he began to play his favorite game.
"My guess would be the flower you keep playing with," the woman answers as she kneels before the man.
"This little old thing…" the man sighs as he caresses the flower petals that were shaped like swords before he continues. "Do you know what this flower is called?"
"I saw it in one of the books you keep in the library. It's called an Iris if I'm not mistaken," the woman answers as she stares at the man trying to read his body language since his face was kept hidden in the shadows.
"You are correct, the Iris or Ayame if you prefer that name instead is what this flower is called. This little thing is associated with so many legends and myths that its true purpose has been forgotten over the years. Do you know what the true purpose of this flower is?" asked the man again as his focus never wavers from the flower as if was a precious cargo.
"You know that no one other than you knows the answer to that question," the woman answers as she tries to hide her embarrassment for allowing herself to fall prey to her master's, weird game.
"That's true… Would you like to know the answer to that question?" asked the man as he flicks one of the leaves that belonged to the flower.
"Why would you share such a secret with an unworthy person such as me?" questions the woman as she drops her head.
"The answer is rather simple… It's because I chosen you to be my wife," the man answers as his eyes travels from the flower to the woman kneeling before him.
The woman raises her head in disbelief when she heard him speak those words. It played over and over again in her mind as if it was sacred. Her gray eyes locks onto the piercing green eyes of the man who held more power than all of the champions who represented the many leagues of the world. She becomes lost in his gaze and begins to feel as if he is reading into her very soul. As if all of her forgotten secrets are presenting themselves to the man who she owed her very life too. Realizing that it is forbidden to lock eyes with the man, she quickly lowers her head and begs for forgiveness.
"There is nothing for you to be sorry for," the man states as he stands up from his seat and walks towards the woman.
"But I broke one of the sacred rules," she quickly started but stops when she hears his footsteps.
She shudders in awe as his footsteps come closer to her. Even his footsteps cause her to tremble. How could she feel worthy of being this man's wife when his mere presence causes her to feel so… venerable? This man deserves someone better but is there someone worthy of him? Her train of thought is interrupted when she feels his presence behind her. Turning her head to the side, she spots a smile.
"You shouldn't doubt yourself so, after all, a martial artists such as your self should be brimming with confidence. And to answer the question you probably thought of once or twice since I chose you to be my bride, the only person worthy of being with me is you."
The woman begins to shake but it isn't out of fear or awe. She shakes out of happiness. Slowly getting to her feet, she turns her body around to face him. When she is finally facing him, she slowly moves closer to him. The man wraps his arms around the woman and pulls her closer to him. They both stare into each other's eyes before they kiss one another deeply. After a moment of blissful eternity, they break the kiss.
"I really hate for this to end but there is something I must do," the man painfully says as he looks lovely into the woman's eyes.
"I understand my love. Do what you have to do. I will see you later," the woman replies as she bows before she walks away and exits the room.
The man waits for her to close the door before he looks down at the black color Iris. Black, out of all of the colors the Iris presented itself to humans; black was the color to be truly afraid of. As he continues to inspect the flower, the man begins to chuckle to himself when he realize that he forgot to tell his love the true meaning and legend of the Iris flowers. Running fingers through his shoulder length black hair, he shakes his head in disappointment. Disappointment at himself for forgetting to give her the answer he promised her.
"The Iris flowers, the messengers of fate. Meant to guide humans who loose their path," the man softly whispers to himself.
Each one had a meaning whether it was big or small. Unfortunately, black was a color that held an importance too big to ignore. Not only that, it was a double-edge sword that would force his organization to do one of two things. But the choice is not an easy one to make.
"Which choice am I going to make in the end? Is it going to be the right one? No one has ever been put into my shoes before and now I have to take the burden thrust upon me by fate. By the creator if you would," the man sighs to himself as he allows himself to rant. "There is nothing in life worth having if it was easy to obtain or achieved. So why should I make it easy. I'm going to do the one thing that no one has the guts to do or ever thought of doing. I'm going to start a war that will change all of those who become involve," the man finishes with a smirk plaster on his face.
With a small laugh, the man tosses the Iris onto the seat as he walks off into the shadows to put his plans into motion.
Author notes: I didn't think I was going to write this story so soon. I thought I would take a short break after finishing my "Character Introductions" story but I guess fate decided that I didn't deserve a break. I hope you all enjoyed the prologue to my first ever pokemon story. This story is going to have quite a bit of dark themes here and there and people and pokemon are going to die. So, if you continue to read my story, prepare yourself and for the future. So to end it all, PLEASE REVIEW!