Author's note: So, I wanted to write something about Kyurem one day and came up with this. In case you're wondering, this story takes place while the player character is beating the League. Please point out any mistakes you see, let it be grammatical or history mistakes. I finished White 2 some time ago but since I haven't played it in a while I had to do some research. And English it not my first language.
Silence. Silence that was only interrupted by the occasional water drop. It was deep into the mountain, inside a cave where no Pokémon dared to venture, and where temperatures dropped down to inhabitable levels.
And then, in this very cave, he woke up.
Kyurem roared in frustration. He had done it. For a brief moment, he managed to do what he had wanted to do since he came into being. For a moment, he was whole again.
Not completely whole though, but the effect was the same. He felt it. The memories of a previous life coming back to him, and the memories of being loved by someone, of not being alone. Energy, hot energy filling his body, fusing with his frozen self and creating a warm, pleasant feeling.
All of that came from being reunited again, and all thanks to a human.
Oh, how he hated him. For using him. For abusing his powers. For locking him away and sucking out his energy for his own dastardly ends. But he couldn't help being grateful. Even if he was being mind controlled during the fusion, he still felt the memories, the energy. He wasn't in control, but he was happy.
And then came the other human.
He defeated him, his half-whole form, a form with powers beyond most legends. He fainted, splitting up again in the process, losing his newfound memories, and becoming empty, becoming alone. Even if his mind was now free, he was broken again.
He had tasted happiness, only for it to be stripped away from him. Like if it was just a joke, and he had received the short end of the stick, being mocked by the universe, and by Arceus himself.
And now they were gone. The humans. His other half. They were gone, and he was alone in this frozen, dark cave, in this giant chasm, as he had been for many, many years.
But not anymore.
He wasn't going to let this happen. Now he knew how. Now he knew what could make him one again, and who could. The human. Not the one that abused him, but the one that defeated him in battle. He loathed him, and yet, he respected him. He had beaten him, defeated him at the peak of his power, using Pokémon he had trained himself.
He was going to beat him. He was going to find this human, defeat him, and take from him the object that allowed him to transform, the DNA Splicers. He wasn't going to let himself be bested by a mere human mortal.
And if anything tried to stop him, he was going to unleash his wrath upon it, unleash the pain, the loneliness accumulated for centuries. He had stayed here, in this chasm, in this cave, comforted by the silence and calmness, but now that he remembered the feeling of completion, of being whole, even if not entirely whole, he couldn't stand not feeling it again.
He was going to reunite with his other half and become the most powerful being in Unova once again, and he would take down anything that dared stand in his way.
Even if he had to glaciate the whole region, he was going to do it.
AN: Yes, that was a short prologue. But I already have Chapter 1 ready, and I promise it's much longer. However, I'll wait until I get some reviews for this to know if this story has any future or if there's some mistakes I have to fix first.
