Before I begin, i'd like to say a few words to my fellow

readers/writers/whoever reads this. If you have read my stories in the

past, I urge you to at least read this. I send my most sincerest

apologies to everyone, for my lack of writing. As of late, i've been

getting an increasing number of people wishing for me to resume my

stories, namely my most popular ones, although, I don't blame them. I

myself have been wanting to write them for some time. But to try and

make everyone understand, a lot has been going on in my life, my

education, my ideals, and my influences. But, in interest of saving a

bit of time, and not to bore you with this, i'd like to say one last

thing:

Thank you all for being patient, and beautiful. :)

Now, I do not own Pokémon, nor shall I in the foreseeable future,

though I greatly appreciate the creation of them. I, for future

reference, never lived in the Classical era, nor will I at some point,

unless somehow a time machine is invented in my time and... You get

the general idea. Anyways, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I

did writing it. This is based in the Roman Empire, on Earth, with

Pokémon.

Infinity_Warrior, has returned.

Prologue: An Empire in Bliss


It was a time of uncertainty... Reports of the nomadic peoples invading the upper portions of the once great empire were flooding the people with fear that civilization was going to collapse, as they knew it. The current emperor, Augustus Curtis was a generous emperor that was fairly well loved by his peoples, until now, where his promise of peace and prosperity had vanished.

Cunning of a military and political leader, Curtis was, as in his early reign, he expanded the empire northward, into Britain and Gaul, engulfing them into his empirical control. But a series of happenings quickly threw off the once enthusiastic leader, leading it into a spiral of events that will impact the world's standing of civilization, forevermore.


It was an ordinary day like any other in Rome, with Pokémon, men and women alike were going about their usual business. Markets flourished, people chatted happily around, and a few people were in front of the Roman senate building, as a few soldiers stood by, in case it turned violent. Curtis was one to be a gentle ruler and allowed the peoples to speak their concerns often. The people of the then Roman Empire enjoyed this new privilege, as it gave them the false image of a voice out in the world.

He sat in his planning room, with candles lighting the room up, as well as sunlight from the two large windows, covered in glass. "Oh, what to do next…" he said to himself, rubbing his chin with a five o'clock shadow on it. He was leaning forward, with a map of the known world, as they saw it, with many places yet to be drawn and unmarked.

Sitting back in his chair and pulling out a bottle of ale, he rubbed his temple, pouring it into a ceramic glass, heavily decorated. A Zoroark entered the room, wearing human clothing, and gave a bow to him, saying in English, "Good afternoon Augustus." Looking up to her, the emperor smiled, replying, "Ah. Good afternoon yourself, Dalila."

While there were few Zoroark's in the known world, he specifically chose this one from the Egyptian province, hearing a rumor about a Pokémon speaking English. He could use it for diplomatic relations to the entire kind of creatures, and all of their species. She, of course, quickly obliged to the offer that he had given her, and quickly jumped from a commoner, to the rank of the emperor's personal servant/translator.

"How are you on this fine afternoon?" she asked, a smile on her muzzle. The emperor sighed in a response, saying only, "Oh, trying to think of what to do next. Shall I work on administrating the newly captured lands, or shall I capture more, and risk the other ones to break apart?" Now Dalila often was granted access to see his personal plans and documents, giving her access to learning about political and militant ideals. "Hm… It's not my decision to make, but if I had to suggest a choice, I think it would be much better to work with what the empire already has." She told him, thinking for a moment, before shaking her head.

"Hm… Seems about justified. What's the matter?" he replied to her, seeing her head shake. "Oh, it's nothing. I came here to give you a letter, from Gaul. It's something about your family, I was told." She told him. Curtis had a smile on his face when he heard that. "Oh, that's just great!" he exclaimed, pulling another ceramic cup from his desk and filling it with the ale. "May I see it?" he asked, holding the cup out to her.

Not refusing the emperor's personal cache of alcohol, she nodded, pulling the letter out from a small pocket that was sewn onto the outfit, as she requested. "Here you are, my emperor." She told him, placing the letter on the table, bowing and taking the cup, sipping from it and sitting down on a nearby chair in his room.

The emperor was wearing silk imported goods, threaded with gold and designed in China, then ruled by the Han Dynasty. It often shone with the smoothness in it, and it was his favorite outfit. "Alright, let us see what this is all about." He stated, opening the letter and placing it on his desk, as his eyes flipped through the ramblings of words and such for important information on his family.

It read:

'Glorious Emperor,

I am Legate Rikan, the head of defenses here in Gaul. It seems that emotions from the collapse of the Germanic tribal dominance, still shares hatred with the Roman Empire. Why might I say this, is that we need to begin total administration over the province, otherwise we'll lose it. I ask of you to send aid here, as soon as possible.

I regret to inform you of this, sir, but while taking their trip up here in Gaul, a group of people, lynched them on the 21st of March, 232. Unguarded and alone, they took their travels into the worst of territories, where the group had ambushed them and quickly murdered them without haste. We cannot find the bodies of your family, but we will continue to look, for as long as we can.

I can say that we have caught the assassins, and they have been killed in the most brutal of ways. I write this letter to inform you of bad news and to ask for aid. Please, post haste! Para bellum, dear emperor, we do not know what will happen from here.'

His eyes never left the small page, delivering a large blow to his confidence and self-esteem. "They…. They're dead…" he told himself, his hand shivering a little from disbelief. Dalila tilted her head in some confusion, not understanding what he meant. "Dead, sir?" she then spoke up, her voice low to try and not make him blare out. Curtis sighed once a look of sadness anger, frustration and sadness flying through his body like a jolt of electricity, folding the letter up and saying, "Read, then burn it." The Zoroark, still oblivious to what was going on, took the letter in her paws, opening it up and saw him quickly gulp down his ale and lean forward onto his desk

Her eyes scanned the paper once, twice, thrice. It was a shock that she herself never would have thought happen. Not knowing what to say, she stood silent, walking to part of his room and looking to the candle, placing the sheet of paper to the flame, and watching it slowly burn in her paws, and then dropped it to the stone floor, before it could burn her.

Turning to him, she saw a man, almost as a shell of himself, with his hands covering his face and his elbows on the desk, almost as if he was grieving. Dalila gulped, saying, "I'm sorry to hear that, Curtis…" She used his informal name, to show that she cared for him to some degree. "They were… Unguarded…" he told himself, sighing a little. Removing the hands from his face, he looked to her, his eyes slightly bloodshot from a few tears of sort. "Send three regiments out there. Prepare for complete administration there." He told her, his voice weak, his mind somewhat distant from the moment. She bowed once, and then went off, to tell the Dux of the Legates, his chief general.

Slumping down back in his chair, his silk clothing and pouring himself another glass of ale, he sighed once more, trying to keep himself calm and steady. The human emperor didn't know what he was to do. His family, his love was gone, and that was the most difficult fact for him to take in. He sighed once more, hearing people outside of his windows.

Probably a protest, he thought, against the anti-Poke-Human laws, where they couldn't have any sorts of relationship whatsoever. The punishment was death, and the people didn't exactly enjoy the consequence, nor the harsh lines of the law. He in particular, wasn't a very large fan of it, but Curtis was very flexible of it and often turned a blind eye to couples that tried to hide it at least.

He stood up and looked out at the window to see twenty or so people with many more Pokemon, averaging around 35 or 36. The emperor didn't necessarily want any more problems at the moment, but, he didn't realize that he would have many, many more problems to come forth. All he knew, was that hard times for him, and the empire were coming.


Dalila rushed over to Rutilius, the current general of the military, who was one of Curtis's best friends, which he had met at the age of 4. The well dressed general was studying his own plans for the further conquest along the Silk Roads, though it seemed as of late that the roads have been troubled with bandits.

"Rutilius! I have word from the emperor!" she exclaimed, running in her silk garb to the general. Turning around and setting his reed pen down, the man rubbed his eyes a bit, slightly frustrated. "Yes, Dalila, what is it?" he asked, curiously, looking to her with a sign of seriousness and integrity. The Zoroark looked at him, repeating his words that she had been told earlier by him. "He had told me, to inform that he wishes to send three regiments out to our European provinces, and to prepare for total administration." she stated, thinking for a few moments. "Plus, he didn't take the news of his family's death well... I fear that something will happen." she told him, sighing a little bit.

After a nod and a smile, the battle-hardened general took a light laugh. "Your humor be the death of me, dear lady. Curtis isn't one to get pushed down by his family, his defeats, nor anyone that stands in his path. The man is a genius, he knows not to harm himself." he stated, smiling lightly. The female furred-creature bowed once, replying, "Oh yes. I apologize for ever doubting him. I must take my leave. I had forgotten to give him his tea." She quickly strolled out of the room, closing the doors and then running off to him.

After she had taken her leave, Rutilius sighed once, sinking back into his chair. "Oh, old friend... I know thee, yet not at the same time... Don't do anything illogical..." he stated to himself, just staring at the map.


Well, I must say that was a rather fun experiment to play around with. Please, friends, fellow readers, review and criticize this to your pleasing. I wish to hear every voice out there with this, as I am somewhat proud and ashamed of it at the same time.