Before questioning something, it may help to have read TGF first. Mainly because these two stories are intertwined heavily, and reading one then the other will reveal some otherwise unnoticed kes. Some questions have been asked, which after reading TGF become painfully apparant and an embarrassment for them to have asked in the first place.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, but I do own the locations and characters I write in this story.
Warning: Contains mild swearing from various grumpy characters in later chapters.
Lateral Ganon.
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The Latios and Latias are about four foot and three-and-a-half foot long respectively. Obviously, this means neither of them are fully grown.
Prologue:
The blue and white Pokemon landed heavily on his back on the rocky outcrop, bouncing once from the impact before landing again. He looked back up at the night sky from which he had fallen. The portal above him was closing, the arms spiralling back into the centre as it collapsed in on itself.
"No!" The Pokemon cried as he tried to lift itself off the ground. He screamed as fresh bolts of agony coursed through his body; his left wing was broken underneath him when he landed from the 500 metre fall. He looked back up at the portal, energy still radiating from its core like lightning as it constricted, closing his way back to the comfort of the Latios Nursery.
"No!" He screamed again, flinging out one of his arms in a desperate attempt to try and keep it open. The portal shivered, and cracked loudly. A bright flash of light burst from the point, and then vanished. He was trapped there, never to return. He threw back his head and wailed loudly. He was too young to be abandoned here. He wailed for a long time, but it gradually petered off into little more than a pathetic whine. He leant forwards, and cooed softly to himself. They knew he couldn't survive out here on his own, but still they forced him out.
He looked around at his surroundings, hoping to find anyone or anything that could help him. He appeared to have landed at the bottom of a small canyon with a river running through one side of it. To his left, a beautiful waterfall was pounding away at the bare rock below, splitting into five arching columns of water. Trees were growing sparsely out of the ground around it, more than likely sheltering smaller Pokemon that had chosen to live there. He shivered slightly as the breeze stampeded through the valley, and he suddenly realised how cold he was. His temperature was related to his mood. He cried slightly as he realised everything that had been left behind. His friend was still up there, still living in the nursery that was their home until they were only twelve years old, when they were pushed into the real world to fend for themselves, and find their purposes in life. His egg had been abandoned there because his parents couldn't look after it. He would always swear that he would never leave any of his own children to that fate. The Latios nursery was a terrible place for an orphan.
He looked up to the sky with longing. As far as he was aware, he was the only one whose birthday was in January, so no-one else would be coming down to keep him company. He was truly alone.
He could hear men shouting from above him. Clearly the dimensional activity had attracted the attention of a civilisation nearby, and they were coming to investigate. He had to hide. As a legendary Pokemon, he'd be a prime target for poachers. He quickly turned invisible, and the Latios limped into a cave at the base of the ravine, to sleep. Tomorrow, he'd have to fix his wing so he could fly again, until then, he was grounded. He curled up against the rocky wall, and whimpered slightly through the night, eventually falling asleep.
THUD!
The red and white Pokemon landed heavily on her front onto a cold tiled pavement, hitting the sidewalk with her face. She looked back up at the sky to see a dimensional anomaly above her spark out of existence above her, leaving nothing but the starry night sky. She looked around to see strange residential buildings in every direction. She must have landed in a heavily populated area. She could clearly see people walking across the street ahead of her, but no-one down the actual road she was on. A terrible stench met her nostrils, and she looked around noticing why no-one was on that street. She saw she had narrowly missed landing in a dumpster. She backed away from it, only to hit another one. The stench was becoming unbearable, and it would likely attract...
A Koffing flew out of the dumpster and flew straight at her, pungent vegetable matter dripping from it's gaping maw. She screamed and took flight, escaping as the Koffing dived into the other dumpster to feed on rotting matter that didn't bear thinking about. She flew up into the sky as quickly as she could, desperate to get out of the city. She made her way past the outskirts of the town, and flew for miles over green open country. She looked around over the land and eventually settled down in a series of hedgerows about ten miles from any town. She crawled into the bushes, and pushed branches aside to make a more comfortable hollow. She took her head in her claws and sobbed silently. Why her? Why did she have to be forced out now? She still didn't even know how to turn invisible, which was crucial skill for the real world. It could be terrible if someone saw her in this form, and…
In this form. She smiled slightly as she remembered. She was the best in her group at shape shifting. She could turn into anything she wanted. She quickly looked around for a large stone to imitate, and memorized the image. Obviously she'd have to find another form to be able to hide her identity as a legendary and be able to move around. The Latias then immediately transformed into the rock to fall asleep.
It won't hurt to read the next chapter. Regardless, it's better than this one. I can't do prologues, and this is just a sacrifice to make sure it starts properly.
