Hey guys! I'm Horrific17 and this is a remake of my old fanfiction i made like... 2 years ago. Hopefully i've become a better writer since then and this will be enjoyable. But enough about me, let's just get into the fanfiction, shall we?
The Steel Kingdom:
The kingdom of Steel, a kingdom made of steel, the outer walls, the houses inside, even the actual castle where the king sat was made of steel. Speaking of; the king, Aggron, sat in a throne room which was made of the same steel as the rest of the kingdom, showing glowing blue lines of what looked like liquid flowing towards the throne. His 4 lieutenants: Bisharp, Metagross, Ferrothorn and Aegislash, sat in the room just aside from Aggron.
Bisharp lay on his back, on what seemed like a comfortable bed. He sighed, before speaking. "So this war is being waged as a way of the eighteen types to see who would win in a war scenario…" he seemed to be speaking to himself, seemingly unaware there were even others in the room. Metagross looked over to him.
"That's what they tell us." The psychic type said to the dark type. Bisharp opened his previously shut eyes and glared at Metagross. "There could always be a hidden meaning behind it all." he continued, which made Bisharp shrug.
"I suppose. But we can only believe what we are told." he stretched his arms, almost as if he was awaking from a sleep. Ferrothorn laughed slightly, making the other three lieutenants look over to him.
"What's wrong?" Aegislash asked Ferrothorn, who shifted his gaze over to the sword.
"It's nothing, ignore it. Just a mere thought I had is all." Ferrothorn answered, his voice sounding a lot older than the other 3. It could easily be inferred that he was much older than the other lieutenants. Bisharp sighed.
"Everything is wrong, Aegislash." He seemed to answer a question that wasn't even directed at him. Aegislash shifted his one eye to face the dark type. "All four of us could easily die if, say, the fire type kingdom decided to attack us immediately."
"But our king Aggron is long time friends with the fire king Typhlosion." Ferrothorn pointed out. "I have seen their friendship grow and evolve over time."
Bisharp shrugged. "I am aware. It was just a way of getting my point across." he said. Aegislash sighed.
"This room is depressing." He shook himself. He placed himself down on a bed on the opposite end of the room than the bed of Bisharp.
"What's there not to be depressed about?" Metagross pointed out. "The world is being plunged directly into chaos and there is nothing we can do to change that. The only thing we can do is fight it out and hope we don't die. But hope doesn't last forever. It's much more likely we die than l-"
"Hold that thought." Ferrothorn said, his facial expression turning to that of almost anger. "We shall not die. We must do anything in our power to stop that thought even entering our heads."
The other 3 lieutenants seemed almost as if they didn't care for what he had to say. Like he had said this same thing multiple times before. They just nodded.
The Flying Kingdom:
The king of the flying type kingdom, Staraptor, walked around his castle, his wing covering his head as if he was lost in thought. The flying pokemon around him bowed down to the floor as he walks past, showing to any possible newcomers of the kingdom that he was of high importance. Staraptor didn't seem to acknowledge any of his subjects as he continued to lose himself in thought.
The flying Kingdom itself was airborne, high in the sky and was rounded in shape. The highest point of the castle pierced the clouds above, the clouds seemingly separating as if flesh being cut by a sword. It was unknown what caused this kingdom to endlessly hover above the others, but one thing was for sure. It would be incredibly difficult to reach this place, yet alone be able to fight the strongest airborne army with only your own airborne army. The top of this floating rock was made of marble slabs, creating a shining effect against the floor as the sun shone strongly upon it. The castle itself was rather basic looking, however, made of stone and castle pillars. It looked like your normal, medieval castle, just taller and in the sky.
'Perhaps… no.' the king Staraptor thought to himself as he continued to roam the halls, coming close to the entrance to his castle. 'I don't fear anybody. So long as I stay here there's only one opposition that truly strikes fear…. But if I stay up here and let everyone attack each other, I'll be at a huge number disadvantage later on.'
He exited the castle, taking his wing away from his face and gazing deeply at the floor reflecting the bright sun. He sighed, looking upwards and outwards from his kingdom. The height advantage appeared useful, as three other kingdoms were in sight far away from the flying kingdom. The first of which was large, and it was barely possible to make out what looked like teeth and blue fire decorating the area. The second of which was another large kingdom in size, perhaps larger than the first kingdom, and was distinctive from the others with large mountain peaks around the area. The third was in the middle of a desert that seemed to transition south from the mountains of the second kingdom. Large walls could made out and what seemed like a village could also be seen.
"Tch." Staraptor said out loud, looking at the first kingdom. "Dragon… the only kingdom who's airborne army rivals even mine…" he said out loud to himself, be for shifting his gaze to the second kingdom. "Rock… your kingdom has type advantage against mine which would make it a far too difficult fight. But your king is quite an old one, isn't he?" he asked rhetorically before laughing. "If the king himself can still battle, that would be a surprise to me." he added, before shifting his gaze to the third kingdom now. "Ground… whilst it might seem like a trivial affair, not only are you hailed as one of the strongest kingdoms but you also have the Psychic kingdom as an ally." he said the last part, looking just past the ground kingdom and seeing a faint blue light glowing.
Staraptor turned his head to the three kingdoms, flapping his wings and taking flight, gliding around the castle as if he was practice flying. All of the citizens paused what they were doing to watch the bird do his impressive display of pure speed. They stared in awe as he seemed to pierce the heavens on his sudden ascent into the clouds. His citizens seemed happy enough with the kings ability, but Staraptor himself had other thoughts. Not… good enough… he told himself in his head as he came to halt, before looking at the sun. He squinted slightly, but due to his closer distance from the sun than most other kingdoms he was used to looking at it without eye protection. "If I am too live this legacy I need to train myself even further." he said in a louder tone, however the people in the kingdom could not hear it.
The Bug Kingdom:
The Bug Kingdom was, very different from the other kingdoms, in a large forest. In fact, the bug kingdom was the forest. The only thing distincting this forest to be a kingdom was a castle that peaked in the dead center of it. Throughout the forest were multiple bug type pokemon, such as Butterflies hovering between the trees and coming to rest upon branches, Volcaronas spreading open their wings against the sun to create a beautiful artificial eclipse, Ribombees hovering across the forest and leaving behind a beautiful, shining dust on the ground. The castle itself was covered in a green moss, with plenty of stronger bug type pokemon such as Pinsir and Heracross roaming the halls as the stairs read he up to the throne room.
In the throne room sat no king, however. The king Scizor was out helping a Wurmple who had been injured in the midst of a spar between a Beedrill and a Kricketune. He had bandaged up to wound with healing herbs that could be found throughout the forest. "Just stay still, ok?" Scizor smiled, taking his pincer away from the wound as to not cause any more unnecessary damage. "It will heal in time. Try not to push yourself."
"T-thanks." The Wurmple winced in pain, before looking up to Scizor awe in her eyes. She almost seemed stunned by the king's kindness towards a small pokemon who was useless for battle such as her. Scizor had put a law in place to where all pokemon, no matter how small, would be cared and tended for if they are injured. He had also put a law in about anti-predators, saying that should a stronger bug pokemon actively hunt a smaller pokemon and kill them for food or other reasons, they would be jailed or kicked out of the kingdom.
"You're welcome." Scizor cocked his head to the side and gave a greater smile, before turning his back to the Wurmple and heading back to the castle. However, before he could reach his castle he was stopped by one of his lieutenants talking to him.
"So, what's our plan of action?" The lieutenant said, causing Scizor to turn his head around and look at him. The lieutenant was a Pinsir, leaning against a tree. Scizor sighed, turning his full body around to face his lieutenant.
"We don't go to war to conquer." Scizor said simply, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he was getting almost angry about Pinsirs wanting for war. "We only go to war to protect what we have here in this forest."
Pinsir growled beneath his breath in anger, before stopping himself before his anger grew louder. "Hmph." Pinsir made a noise to show anger, before turning around so his back was towards Scizor. He walked away from the castle, taking a short glance at the Wurmple who hadn't moved since being treated. "You are too kind, my king." he whispered to himself, causing the Wurmple to give a questioning face to the lieutenant. Pinsir bit his lip as he stepped over the Wurmple, seemingly not caring for her existence. Scizor folded his arms slightly, looking down as if he was annoyed with himself for letting his anger boil up.
The Dark Kingdom:
The Dark Kingdom was an extremely dark kingdom, despite the fact that the sun shone brightly it was still pitch black. Of course, the citizens didn't see the kingdom in that way. They could see the dark kingdom as if the sun was lighting it up as much as any other kingdom on the ground. The Dark Kingdom was made up of many villages, and the king of the dark kingdom sat in a mansion in the middle of the kingdom as opposed to a castle. The only pokemon who lived in the mansion was the king and his 4 lieutenants.
The king do dark was Honchkrow, and his 4 lieutenants were Zoroark, Hydreigon, Tyrantiar and Houndoom. These lieutenants were feared throughout the land as some of the strongest lieutenants to exist. The king himself, however, much preferred to stay at home while his second in command, Zoroark, took care of all the work on the battlefield. He was seen as a lazy king, not doing much to improve that kingdom of which he ruled. It was almost as if he was only king by name, and his 4 lieutenants made up the real king together.
Zoroark sighed to himself, placing his arm on the bannister as he was walking down the stairs. "Useless fool." he muttered under his breath, clearly referring to Honchkrow. "How'd he become king anyway?" he asked himself, unaware of any surroundings.
"The real question is:" Hydreigon began, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. Zoroark gasped in surprise as he turned his head to face the three headed figure. "How is the kingdom fine with him as leader?"
Zoroark nodded, taking the new question into mind over his old one. "Some of the citizens live in poverty because that asshole can't spend money on anything other than himself!" Zoroark growled out loud in anger. Hydreigon's eyes quickly widened as he placed one of his heads over Zoroark's mouth.
"Shh." Hydreigon shushed him. "Be quieter or someone may hear you." Zoroark nodded at this, gently tapping Hydreigon's head twice for him to release his grip. Hydreigon did so, allowing Zoroark to breathe easier again.
"Sorry. That asshole just pisses me off." Zoroark apologised, to which Hydreigon nodded all three of his heads. "What should we do about it?"
"Well-" Hydreigon began, before being cut off by a strong knock on the door. "Huh?" he replaced his sentence with the single word, hovering down to open the door with Zoroark in tow. It was Zoroark who managed to put his hand on the door handle, turning it downwards and opening the door.
Outside the door was a single. It had appeared that the deliverer of the letter had quickly ran away, or flew, away after leaving it. Zoroark bent down and picked the envelope up in his hand, opening it and taking the letter out before reading the contents out loud:
"Hello, king Honchkrow. I am the king of the water type kingdom, king Swampert as you must know me by. I am writing this letter as I wish to form a temporary alliance with your kingdom of dark. Please respond with another letter to the water kingdom, which is situated south and a slight bit east from your kingdom. -Signed, King Swampert." Zoroark finished, peaking Hydreigon's interest in the letter. To his surprise, however, Zoroark took his right claw and stabbed a hole straight through the middle of the letter, before ripping it apart.
"I suppose that means you disprove of this request." Hydreigon said, stating the obvious to the second in command. Zoroark closed his eyes in anger, turning his head upwards from the ripped letter.
"Our useless fool of a lord deserves no allies." Zoroark said, reopening his eyes and looking out into the stretches of the kingdom. "No mention of this request shall surface, understood?"
Hydreigon once again nodded. He had to abide by what Zoroark said, due to Zoroark being higher in command than he is. "Understood." he said.
And there we have it, the first chapter of this remake. I hope you enjoyed and be sure to review or comment if you enjoyed. And if you didn't, feel free to review some constructive criticism. I'm open for all opinions for me to become a better writer.