I decided, "Hey, you know what would be better than just one Pokemon story up? Two! Then I'll have more work to do!" I hate my mind. But enjoy.
Tim was on a family vacation to the Sinnoh region, away from their home in the Ganbarou region. Tim was only a seven year old when he had his whole world come crashing down on him. One person, one act, that is what killed his future. No one was there when he needed them, and no one was there when he was killed. Or was there? Let us take a look back to that day.
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"Come on, Tim!" His mother shouted.
"Coming!" Tim said, coming out with his black and golden shirt, khaki pants, and white shoes. He was no more than four feet tall at the time, something he was extremely proud of. However, had the bad tendency to lie. He could do it well, though. His hair was dirty blond, his hands small.
"Alright, let's go!" His dad said. His dad was a risk taker. He loved to drive right at the speed limit, just so the officers couldn't give him a speeding ticket, but he could go fast.
As the engine revved up, the family of three slowly had their car climb the hill that was Mt. Coronet, the large mountain looming over their heads. However, they didn't notice the, "Do not Pass!" sign as they went up. They had made it to where the temple was, only to find ruins. Little Tim started playing among the rubble. His dad moved in to take a picture, only to frown at what cam out. It was a picture of Tim, but it also had Arceus herself behind him, looking as if she took great interest in what he was doing. However, there were more than just tourists there. Team galactic was there, setting up some machine as a last resort, just in case their plan should fail. Tim was swatted aside as what looked to be a white claw with purple on it. Then the figure rose to its full height. It was Palkia, ruler of space, and he looked pissed. Dialga soon appeared as well, both of them fighting the Galactic members. However, their efforts were in vain as the machine that was planted swelled up, and released a poisonous mist. Instantly, Palkia and Dialga seemed to falter, a large shadow doing so as well. Out of the shadow came Giratina, the pokemon who ruled the distortion world. Tim's parents opened their mouths in awe as Giratina swatted the machine aside, as if it was Tim' playing with his action figures. However, the damage was done, and what looked to be a blue portal opened. On the other side was Arceus, her body demented and crippled. All the lengendaries tried to come to her, but she put up a force field.
"The liquid, is melting from my bones. Find him, and he will be able to help you," She said, looking at Tim. Arceus then let out one last breath as her body dissolved into a purple substance, which then burned to ashes, and then the ashes burned to nothing. Dialga started to cry, Palkia looking away. Giritina just looked at Tim. He then nodded, and left back to his world. Unfortunately, at that time, disaster struck. Dialga's tail had thrashed about during it's crying, making the pillars fall. Two headed to Tim's parents, three headed for Tim. Palkia, acting quickly, went over and shielded Tim from the rocks. Dialga wasn't as quick. Dialga, the Pokemon of time, was to late. Tim's mom died from being crushed, and Tim's father lost one of his arms. Palkia instantly took the moment to apologize.
"I am sorry for your loss. But you must keep going forward. Some things can only change through time," He said. As a parting wish, he let them both go back to their region, and paid for their expenses. Dialga looked to her brother.
"Why must this happen?" She asked.
"It is fate sister, and fate can't be remade once it has been set," Palkia said in return.
"Fate is like a diamond. Lasts forever, and is sharp," She said, tears in here eyes.
Tim was traumatized that day. Every day, he would go on about Pokemon, and how fascinating they were, while his father had to work all day. They would never realize how much that one moment changed their lives.