Her followers of Darkness! I am Tremendouslysorry that I haven't been typing lately... so I made my best story yet(Hopefully)! So enjoy... and come to the dark side... we have cool capes!
Chapter One: The Hall of Mortals
To most people, pokémon are simple- minded, savage beasts. The truth in this matter is that we are no better than most of said "Beasts". In fact, there certain breeds of pokémon which are, by default, more intelligent, and refined. And in a few rare cases, some pokémon that should be "Beneath us" are just as, or more intelligent than we are.
Some people would go so far as to say that we are pokémon, of some sort.
As for me, well… I really couldn't tell you. I have thought this issue over many times, and yet I still have no answer.
As a child, our parents try to instill a sense of superiority within us. So many of my doubts come from an age-old taboo, set by the forebears of the human race. Many times I try to pin it down, and yet it still eludes me, as though it were never there to begin with.
And so, here I stand, at the ruins of Celestic town, trying to find the God of Time himself. My only goal is to ask him why.
"You know, I went on a similar journey once…" Spoke the old woman from the town "yet just like you I ran into a dead end. And so here I have stayed." She was absently tossing pebbles against the stone floor, shuffling across the ruins behind me.
I turned suddenly to face her, stopping. She looked up to me with a misty expression on her face. "Why did you seek the lord of time?" I asked.
She smiled slightly and sighed. "I wanted him to take me back to my old life, to a different time." She leaned against her cane to support herself, laughing inwardly. "But I decided that he had better things to do… so I made a new life here."
She shuffled to me and patted me on the shoulder, wishing me luck. She gave a small laugh and turned back toward Celestic town, humming an old folk tune to herself.
After a moment or two, I turned back to the granite pictogram. Three small beings orbiting a large sphere in the middle; the three small beings: Azelf, Uxie, and Mespirit; hold in balance the sphere. The sphere itself represents a dichotomy: Dialga, the God of Time; and Palkia, the God of Space.
Why space-time is represented by two beings is beyond me… but that's philosophy for you.
Most people simply assume that these beings were only myths used to try to explain creation. A few believe that they were real, but no longer. And there are your atheists too… and the undecided, like me.
Maybe they just hid, or left, or were banished. Nobody knows for certain, but we all can decide which seems most logical to us. I think that they simply live in a separate plane of existence, and that's why we can't find them.
With a close inspection of the heavily worn floor, a story in hieroglyphs is revealed. Written in The Unown language, a story of a great battle for the favor of the Creator is told.
"Space battled long with Time, for his favor, to no avail. They battled across (Land?) and sea long trying to (Out do, Destroy?) each other. Each time they met, great holes were torn in the fabric of the (Universe?), and (Darkrai, Dark-matter, or Anti-matter?) did spill forth from it. (Arceus?) became enraged with the two so, that he banished them to (The Distortion World?), and did make (Giratina?) to warden them in their prison. Though still they clashed. In order to prevent another (?), (Uxie, Mespirit?), and Azelf were created to balance them. Their great (Power?) called us to build them (?) temples, all over our world, and so it is done."
So few people know how to read this ancient language that it is simply ignored… but I spent a long time doing research. The rest of the walls were covered in depictions of Arceus and Giratina, among other legendaries.
I have spent too long a time here already, but I felt I needed to stay longer. Over the next few hours, I ran my hands over the smooth stone walls and floor, trying to discern further meaning from them.
Eventually I came to the largest of all the pictograms, an overly simple portrayal of Arceus. What was strange though was the small indentation by his hind leg.
It was so small that I could only fit a pencil inside it. The indentation was slight, but it gave in to be a button. The wall in front of me rolled to the side to reveal a new chamber, untouched by the many years of weathering. The light from the entrance didn't penetrate the thick blackness just beyond the frame.
Immediately I looked around to make sure that no one saw what just happened, thankfully it really was a ruin.
I turned back toward the gaping, black abyss in front of me. It was almost like a thick cloud, churning around in it's tight confines. I felt it, trying to repulse me, make me want to collapse in hysterics.
For some reason though, I felt compelled to venture into the abysmal passage. Some inane voice not really there, compelling me to drive forward. I would have instantly turned around if not for my intense curiosity.
I pulled my portable lantern from it's seat on the ground, and flipped it's switch. The lantern didn't come on, so I tossed it away. I was beyond logic at this point; I only wanted to reach this passage. I walked into the swirling cloud of darkness, hoping to find something.
After only a few seconds I collapsed onto the floor, feeling an intense pressure, forcing itself on me. It wasn't a physical presence, rather a mental command, which I didn't even hear.
I forced myself up, continuing, despite the increasing weight on my legs. An intense desire came over me at that moment, driving me deeper. A few yards of struggling caused the weight to become more and more intense, serving only to strengthen my resolve.
I kept struggling against this invisible force until it suddenly turned into an intense, stabbing pain. The weight was lifted significantly, yet it was still very difficult to move. The darkness was determined to stop me, for an un-apparent reason.
I continued to battle this intense pain and heavy burden for several more yards. Eventually the pain spread from my legs to my chest. My breaths became quick and labored, and my mind got fuzzy, yet I still had the insatiable urge to go forward. I felt the pain creep slowly up my neck, until it reached my head.
At this point, everything else became nonexistent, and my only thought was "Forward!" I began sprinting madly, hoping to find something, anything, until I felt the floor disappear.
The pain instantly subsided, and a feeling of uneasiness and fear settled over me. My thoughts returned slowly, and the darkness became even thicker (I couldn't see my hands on my face now). Suddenly a pair of light blue eyes with dark blue pupils illuminated my raised hands.
I heard a voice as dark as ebony, and smooth as plate glass booming in my ears. "Who are you mortal? Why do you trespass here, on these holy grounds? Speak!"
Almost petrified by the sudden voice and eyes, I swallowed hard and tried not to squeak.
"My name is Joe…" I said, trailing off in fear.
"Why have you come here?" he asked curtly.
"W-well… I seek an answer." I felt myself being slowly lowered to the ground.
"Perhaps you shall find your answer, but what is the cause of your quest?"
I slowly felt less intimidated and spoke less inhibited. "I want to know whether I really am a pokémon or not. That is to say as a species… humans I guess."
The bright eyes turned to slits as the tunnel shook with the laughter of a god. "It is not my place to answer that, yet I know the one who can. You are one of the worthy mortals… I shall take you to him."
I heard more masonry slide away to reveal an altar, hit by the white light of day. A great, shallow saucer cut from stone, twenty feet across. In the center of the bowl was a series of circular platforms made to stairs, three in total.
It was totally plain, yet crafted with a degree of excellence, that it was almost perfect.
As we approached the altar, I saw my guide take form in the directed sunlight. Long, quaffed, white hair flowed behind the cloaked black figure. As he turned to face me, I saw the bloodstained Ursaring trap glint in the sun light. His face belied the rest of his ensemble though. It was worn and tired, gentle, sad.
Darkrai motioned me to stand on the top step as the door slid shut behind me. I obeyed; taking care to feel the stonework quickly before reaching the steps (It was perfect). Just before I had both feet on the pedestal, I distinctly heard him say "Welcome to the Hall of Origins."
Confusion set in as I felt myself torn apart and reassembled. My vision became dark and fuzzy as I fell against a hard stone floor, reeling from the pain of a massive headache.
My vision slowly began to sort itself out, and my headache subsided as the marble floor beneath me began to come into focus. I turned to see that the pedestal hadn't changed, yet the altar turned into a massive white marble floor.
Sprawled out all around was a massive temple. The ceiling was forty feet high and all white marble. Pillars were spread every twenty feet, a few feet around, and beautifully smooth. Torches burned with a white fire, smokeless and gently glowing like day light.
There were no decorations to speak of, and yet it was still a beautiful temple. It was a great circular structure, with a hall expanding off the side in front of me.
I heard a loud crack, and turned to see Darkrai standing on the small pedestal. "This is the Oculary of the temple. Here we come and go to your world, or simply look upon it." he said, taking a small look around. "Now come," He said, walking toward the hall "I need to take you to the Forum."
We began walking down the well-lit chamber toward the hall. I was entranced with the vastness of the temple, built for the gods. "Who built this temple?" I asked, running my hands along the smooth, cold surface of one of the marble columns.
"It was built by Arceus himself, you know." he said, pausing for me. "Actually you are one of the few mortals I have allowed in this place. Before you there were but three: Sir James, the aura guardian; A Lucario named Ji'Ten (An ancient hero of Kanto); and a noble-hearted child named Dawn."
I continued along with Darkrai toward the hall, thinking about the importance of those names. "Why did you allow me here?" I asked him, slightly confused. "All those you said before were great warriors and protectors…"
"It is not my place to tell you that either. You must wait until we reach the Forum, your questions will be answered there."
After a few awkward seconds, he spoke again. "This is the Hall of Mortals. Here Arceus has given an eternal depiction to the greatest of mortals, both born, and unborn." he paused for a second in front of a few different statues, "And one of them is yours."
The first three were the great heroes said to have come here. Ji'Ten had a particularly intense expression, clad in full plate armor. Even in stone, I felt the intensity from him.
Sir James had a sagely expression, as if he was thinking about something important.
Dawn had a kind, energetic expression, and for some reason she looked familiar. After her was a boy wearing a hat, giving a thumbs up. He looked obnoxious.
I noticed my statue across the hall from the others, like a separate wing, almost. The portrayal was spot on: shoulder length hair, simple shirt, jeans, ratty skater shoes, uninterested expression, and the deep thought-filled eyes.
The statues on this side must have been devoted to philosophers, because there weren't any warriors here. Lots of what appeared to be Greeks and Romans filled that side.
As we progressed through the hall, fewer and fewer appeared to be from my time, until they were unrecognizable. Different species and ambiguous gender made it hard to tell if they were even from the same planet.
I would stop to look at some of the more interesting ones, then trotting to keep up with my guide. Eventually pillars took the places of statues. I felt very sad after seeing this, guessing at it's meaning. After a few hundred yards, we came to the end of the hall. I suddenly felt an ominous foreboding as we approached the end of the hall. I felt terrified as we reached the doorway.
"Don't worry, that's thousands of years from now." chimed a feminine voice. I turned around to see the goddess Chrysellia hovering uncomfortably close to me.
"Oh gods." moaned Darkrai. "Have you come here to nag me some more? Or perhaps you came to pester him…" he said, motioning to me. She swatted away his hand and began to change shape.
She re-formed to a woman with purple-pink hair pulled into a ponytail. She wore a long white robe, covering even her feet. "Just remember, heathen, the only reason you have led him this far is because you are the gate keeper, now return to your duties." she said pointing him away.
He turned slowly, muttering something like "I was bored anyway."
She turned back to me with a bright smile, continuing where Darkrai left off. "This is the Arena," she said, looking around with distaste. "When some of the more rambunctious gods get bored, they come here."
It was like the Coliseum in Rome, a fighting pit took the shape of a circle several feet below us. A few dozen rows of bench-like seating rose high into the air. A wall surrounded the many rows of seats, and at the top of the wall there were nests, likely for the flying type legendaries. Directly across from us, I could see into a short hallway, leading to what looked like the lobby to a luxurious hotel. "Poor layout, if you ask me, having to come through here to get to the Oculary." she said.
"What exactly were you doing in there, and how did you change shape?" I asked, as politely as I could.
She smiled and walked up through the bench seats. "Well, I was observing my flock, giving some much needed morals." she said, walking on the seats like a balance beam. "That's my job, you know. And as for shape shifting, well, I am a god, and I feel more relatable like this." she said, slowly balancing on the benches of various sizes.
"What exactly are your duties? As a god I mean…"
"Well," she said, flipping down onto one of the seats, crossing her legs "my dominion is morality and happiness." She beamed brightly. "But Darkrai is the keeper of the gates and seeker of perverse pleasures."
She began to wander in thought slightly "He oversees the world of dreams and nightmares, and guards the various entrances to the Hall of Origins. He is a very nasty man…" Her face misted over momentarily, yet she snapped too a moment later. She turned away, blushing heavily.
"Well best not keep Arceus waiting!" she said, popping up instantly into a trot. I decided it was better not to ask about her relationship with Darkrai.
I managed to keep up with her brisk pace, walking in-between the rows of oddly sized and grouped seats. I didn't really pay attention to her as she prattled on about the importance of, "Moral upstanding".
As we walked through the Arena, I noticed that nobody was around.
"Where is everybody?" I asked, trying to keep up with her.
At first she seemed to be confused, looking back to make sure she heard me. "Oh, well at the moment, they are either in the Forum or were dismissed to the mortal world."
"Why?"
She stopped this time, sitting down. "Well, I suppose it's because something big is about to happen. I'm sorry if that didn't really answer your question, but I'm not allowed to tell you anything else." She said, noting the confusion on my face. "Don't worry; you'll be duly informed shortly. The Forum is just on the other side of the sleeping quarters."
As we approached the next hallway, a small voice could be heard from the around the corner. It sounded feminine and quite worried, like something bad had happened.
Chrysellia quickly dashed to the doorway, turning the corner at a break-neck pace. A quick, "Eep" could be heard, and then laughing. I ran to the hallway as fast as I could, running into a pair of people.
The first was Chrysellia, but the second was another girl I didn't recognize. They gave a surprised shout, as I fell to the floor and they levitated back onto their feet.
I heard the one I didn't recognize say "Sorry!" as I felt myself being lifted off the floor by a telekinetic force. The pain in my face quickly subsided as I listened to her introduce herself.
She had a belly shirt that said "Love" on it just barely covering her large breasts, and very short khaki shorts. She had a very well defined, yet still soft body. She had long pink hair draped over her shoulders, and fiercely blue eyes.
"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry about that. My name is Mew, it's nice to meet you!" she said. She hadn't really paid any attention to me until I started talking, she didn't really even look like she noticed I was there (Even while she was talking to me).
"Hi," I said, finally getting her attention "my name is Jon."
"So you're that guy?" she said, suddenly very interested. She looked instantly at my waist, and smiled. "See me after your meeting with Arceus and the others."
She walked off down the hall, swaying her hips seductively. I turned to Chrysellia to see her fuming, and blushing.
"What the Distortion World was that?" I asked confused.
Chrysellia managed to stop her evil stare long enough to answer me. "Incase you didn't know, Mew is the Goddess of Fertility and Sex. Normally she agrees with me on matters of premarital celibacy-"
"Why did she make a come-on to me?" I asked, cutting her off.
"Oh, well… It was probably because you're one of the 'Worthy Mortals', or something like that. Could be because she finds you attractive…" she said trailing off, blushing.
"Oh."
We continued in silence for the next few minuets, finally making it into the sleeping quarters. I saw them earlier from the other side of the massive Arena, but all I saw was the gigantic crystal chandelier and fancy red carpets.
The sleeping area was massive, and it was only the foyer, doors of various shapes and sizes led to the bedrooms of gods. Almost all of the doors were closed, except for one of the human sized doors on the second floor. Chrysellia was giving that room a dirty look, so I decided that was Mew's room.
The foyer was lavishly decorated, a major change from the rest of the temple. Two staircases lined the walls around the sides, leading to the separate floors of the hotel-like sleeping quarters. Dining sets were scattered randomly across the different levels, chairs were pulled to and away from tables. On the ground floor, three hallways were placed on the wall opposite of us. One led to a massive chamber, and the other two led to bath houses.
I looked to the corner of the massive foyer and noticed an occupied seat. I instantly recognized the figure as Mewtwo, who was sitting at a chair pulled next to a lamp. He was all alone, sitting at a lamp table with a stack of quite large books. As I got closer, I noticed that all the books were philosophical.
"Hello." I said, trying to be as polite as possible.
"Hello." He replied, not looking up from his book.
"Wacha' reading?" Chrysellia interjected.
"Confucius. He's quite interesting, all of it is oriented towards family." He set the book down, moving a string acting as a bookmark in place. "So who is this?"
"My name is Jon." I said, attempting to be cordial.
"Well met. I am Mewtwo, God of Logic and Philosophy." He extended his hand, which I enthusiastically grabbed.
"I had heard tell that you were more…"
"Ruthless, brutal, cold perhaps?"
"…Yeah." I replied sheepishly. "Though it appears you are far kinder than stories would allege."
He gave a small chuckle, letting go of my hand. "Well after a few years, I adopted philosophy. My favorite being 'Carpe Diem', seize the day. The Greek philosophers could agree upon nothing else." He said with a small laugh.
"And a good thing it is to agree upon." I added with a smile.
"Indeed."
"So what is it that brings you and your sister here?" I asked with polite curiosity.
He stood up, looking around "We were to attend the council in the Forum… if she could be found." He added, with an annoyed look.
We continued toward the end of the foyer, and yet another hallway. The lavish décor ended here, and the regular style had returned. At the end of the hall I could see a massive room. The Pokémon League could have fit comfortably inside.
The roof was domed with an oculus in the middle, illuminating the entire room. In the middle of the room there was a lavish, white marble, fountain. The fountain was a highly detailed sculpture of a Milotic, with it's head pointed to the sky. The water that came from the fountain shot high into the air and misted, creating a nice rainbow effect.
Every few yards there was a small spot where a sapling poked through the ground. They were surrounded by white bricks, and dark black soil fed the tree. The white marble was interrupted in places by highly detailed mosaic tile work, portraying different legendaries, a few of which I could not name.
Sitting around the fountain were a few different people, likely different legendaries formed to people. They were in a rough circle, or oval, and were busily chatting. They were sitting on fine benches made from white marble. One stood out to me in particular, he was simply sitting at the head of the group, looking fondly on the rest of them.
They varied in dress, from ultra conservative, to super casual. Mew, who had arrived before us(Somehow), was the least conservative (She almost looked like a stripper). As we approached, the others stopped talking one-by-one, and began to look to us. The last to look was the one at the head of the group, and he looked straight at me.
"Alright, our final attendants have arrived, we can begin."