Welcome to a rough and bumpy ride in the world of Pokémon Mystery Dungeon! This story's far away from where RRT, BRT, EOT/D/S, and GTI occur, just to clarify. The factions are:
The Antithesis, composed of the Ghost, Dark, and Poison types. They want to destroy anyone who stands in their way, especially the Innvervated Spirit.
The Glade, composed of the Fighting, Flying, Water, Bug, Ice, and Grass types. They're organizing even more rescue teams than ever now that the war between the Antithesis and the Innervated Spirit is raging, and, if necessary, they will step up to aid one side.
The Heartless Crag, composed of the Rock, Ground, Fire, Electric, and Steel types. Named for the cruel and overbearing mountains where the organization is located, they are the sister group of the Glade, and serve the same purpose in the western side of the Hekej region.
The Innervated Spirit, composed of the Normal, Psychic, Fairy, and Dragon types. Known for their strong sense of justice, they are dedicated to defeating the Antithesis and restoring peace to the land, even though their enemy is utterly destroying them. Unlike the Antithesis, however, it is much harder to decapitate their leadership.
A/N: This was a tough project for me. Pokémon just doesn't seem like a game where you have full-blown war and spies. This chapter's a short one to get the ball rolling a bit.
Rated M for visceral images, innuendos (of the sexual sort), and good old obscenities. There may be smut in the future. (That's lemons for those of you who don't know.) There's none of that in this chapter, though.
"So you're sure this…'Revenant,' whoever he is…can get this work done?" The rumbling deep voice was soft, but curt and imposing. The speaker, hidden from the view of the small Absol, looked large and powerful. The Absol knew that evidently, this being was her leader…or was he? Was he a ruling regent, or a puppet?
"Yes, my lord. His words are honey, his tongue silver. On the outside, he is your best friend, the only one closer to you than your family, friends, and your lover, but on the inside, he is darkness and death and deceit. There is simply no one in any land that can outdo him."
"Interesting…Tell me, is this fellow skilled in combat? If he is ever discovered, can he battle his way out of such a situation?" The Absol gulped. She had no idea exactly how skilled this "Phantom" was. She had only heard of his skill in diplomacy and treachery.
"Y-yes, uh, my lord, he is most skilled in battle…" She stalled and quickly thought of a situation that a Ghost-type would be at a disadvantage in. "He was able to defeat a group of bandits…uh, a combined group of Psychic types, Dark types, and Ghost types, single-handedly…uh, with only a single rotten Sitrus Berry and Swagger!"
There was an awkward silence as both parties seemed to contemplate what the Absol had just said. Just before a single bead of sweat dripped down the Absol's face and hit the ground, the hidden figure spoke.
"Very well, Cecelia. I'm going to trust your counsel on this decision." The Absol, very subtly, relaxed. She was going to live after- "If you disappoint me, however…" She gulped. "All that's going to be left of you—that is, what's recognizable, is going to be your head and a few shredded scraps of your hide." If any Psychic-type spies had been around, they would have immediately noticed that a great amount of happiness and relief suddenly turning into the cold feeling of dread.
I'm going to die, Cecelia thought, as she slowly padded out of the king's personal study to find the Gengar notorious as the legendary Revenant.