I do not own Pokemon or the characters' species, but I do own the characters.
Chapter 1 – Politics
We are.
We are unknown – to you, that is.
We are the Unown.
At least, that's what they call us, the beings who call themselves humans. They inhabit another world. You're one of them, aren't you? They have a need for names, for something to identify something else. As if they or that something don't know what they are.
We need no names, no words. Still, I'll give names to everything so your name-oriented mind can understand.
Your world, the humans' world, operates in four dimensions. I believe you call them length, width, depth, and time. Our world has six dimensions. It's difficult to explain to someone from a four-dimensional universe, but it's like squaring time and squaring the result.
Anyway, I'll call myself Orian for your benefit. I heard it from one of the ones who went to your universe. Although I didn't really "hear" it. We convey our thoughts by broadcasting them, and then we know the other's intent. But I'll write it as words, so you can understand.
I am the one who was appointed by the two great kings, known to the humans as Palkia and Dialga, to make major decisions in their absence.
This was one of those times when both were absent.
They had gone to your world a while – a month in your time, perhaps? – ago and had not yet returned. I began to wonder why they did not return to alleviate my increasingly difficult task.
"We must close contact with the humans! They seek to enslave us."
"No," I replied, "they only wish to befriend us. And besides, the Founder commanded us to watch over their world."
The Council of Advisors had brought another proposal that I had to avoid.
"Befriend?! Not a single one has even attempted to enter our world. And the Founder is gone."
Some of the assembly voiced their agreement with Aaran. I had to stop this.
"We still must obey the Founder's command. It is our reason for being."
Aaran continued. "Every day, some of us venture into their world. Many do not return. And now, they have taken our kings."
I knew he would get around to them eventually.
"The humans are not capable of it," I returned. "They have no power."
But I underestimated Aaran.
"Why would the kings abandon us? In the humans' world, beings will cease to live if they are there for too long. They call it 'death'. This is what has happened to our kings; they are dead."
The equivalent of a gasp was broadcast from the rest of the council.
"How do you know this?" I asked.
"I went into the humans' world to look for them and saw it happen. They were attacked by the humans and killed."
"Show us proof," I demanded.
I realized later that I had fallen right into Aaran's trap.