Author Notes: This whole story (except for the prologue) is based on a role-play between me and my brother. Until we were in the middle of our role play, that's when I realized this plot was good enough to make it into the story. I was planning write this story on fan fiction... almost a year ago. Back then, I did started to write, but didn't continue due to mainly laziness, lost pre-written scripts, other personal problems...etc. So I apologize (to my friends reading this) for the lateness of this story. Just to let you know, this story has some reference to the original and first game of Pokemon Mystery Dungeon. Oh, and few more things. If you don't like character death, then you either deal with it or not read this story.

Disclaimer: And I do not own Pokemon. Enjoy.

Prologue

In Whiscash Pond, 10 years before the present in Pokemon Dungeon…

It was bright and sunny, just any day in the world of Pokemon. All was calm and peaceful. As always, Whiscash was busy admiring the scenery around his pond.

Nothing could get better than this.

Just then, he thought that he heard a long groan. Two of them in fact. Whiscash turned around and peered towards the grass land. He was surprised to see that these two groans belong to the Kecleon brothers. The two brothers were usually seen together, often playing around this area. But not today. The two brothers were identical in every way expect for their color. The one to Whiscash's left was just as green as a normal Kecleon would be, while the one to his right had a unique shade of purple through out his body. Whiscash approach as far as the pond could reach to the two brothers before asking, "What's the matter?"

Both Kecleons stared at him for a moment, until the green Kecleon glumly replied, "Oh, hi Whiscash. It's not much, but its just that today,"

"Our parents are running the store as always," the purple Kecleon filled in.

"But they said that they're super busy,"

"And instead of letting us help them today,"

"They told us to come here and play..."

"But there's nothing fun to do..." both brothers moaned in replied.

Whiscash thought for a while. I wish that there was something I could do to help these two youngsters... Then, a great idea struck him. Hmmm...Well, it is worth a try.

He then asked the two Kecleons, "Are you two in the mood for a story?"

The green Kecleon only responded, "I don't know, its not anything boring,"

"Is it?" asked the purple Kecleon.

"Well..." said Whiscash, "It is a bit exciting, but now that I think about it, it might also be a little-"

"Boring?" suggested the two Kecleons.

"No...I was saying that it might be sort of… scary for you two."

"Scary?" mocked the green Kecleon, "We're not scared of anything!"

"Yeah! How scary could one story be?" the purple Kecleon insisted.

"Well...the story I'm about to tell you is true. My mother told me this story many years ago when I was young. She said that it really happened, decades ago when she was barely a Barboach. According to "myth", there are three kinds of worlds Pokemon could live in. This world, the world of Pokemon where you and I live in right now, the world of Pokemon and "humans"…if that's what they're called, and the world of darkness, where it was once a sanctuary for the darkest of all Pokemon. Now, a long time ago, the world of Pokemon was a very different place indeed. In the past, this world was ruled over by the fair Queen Ninetales. She-"

"Oh, you mean the same Ninetales who lives alone in a cave far away now?"

"No," answered Whiscash.

"The Ninetales I'm talking about was actually very different from this one. Ahem. She once ruled over the world of Pokemon with the help of her dear king. But when the king mysteriously disappeared one day, the queen was forced to rule the kingdom alone, only with her advisor Alakazam at her side. At that time no one, not even the queen, knew that Alakazam was actually the prince, or more like a dictator, from the world of darkness. The Pokemon from the same world had fought hard against Alakazam for their freedom. But in the end, they only lost everything and those who managed to survive the terror were then used as slaves to do his subjects' bidding, inside the world of darkness. This was a secret only known by those who lived in Alakazam's home world. How Alakazam managed to come and go between worlds was something private he kept to himself. Anyways, everything in the world of Pokemon was running as normal as it should have been. Until one day, everyone within the kingdom and towns close by, were experiencing several powerful and mysterious natural disasters at once. Needless to say, nearly everyone was frightened and didn't know where these unpredictable disasters came from and why. And they were only getting worse by the minute. But soon enough, things were finally about to change. All because of one small Pokemon. This is where the story really begins..."