A/N: I do not own Pokemon. If I did, I'd probably not be writing this as a fan fiction, rather, this would be part of the actual arcs. I don't own Lux, or Merlin, either. Those belong to those two, and I'd like to thank them for being the inspiration that those two are. This is my second attempt at a fanfic, and I'm going to sideboard Nightfur: Memories Awakened, as I think that this is going to be something that I'll like working on more, for now (and I need more plot in the other one). I hope that you guys, the readers, enjoy this.
A Glaceon sat in a chair, in front of a large table. He looked at the two Lucario sitting at the other two edges, goggles covering his blind eyes. The one on the right was covered in clothing, not a trace of his fur visible, the other... well, looking like a normal Lucario. He lifted his left fore-paw, touching the steel gray metal cuff that was around his neck, before resting it on the table. He cleared his throat, and began to speak. "You two probably wonder why I've called you here. I know you both are very busy with projects, but what I have to say is too important for it to go unheard."
Both of the Lucario looked at the Glaceon, then at each other. Finally, the one on the left spoke up. "Nightfur. We know that you've had issues with things, but I don't think it warrants calling us to your tower."
"If you are done, Merlin, I'll continue," the Glaceon, Nightfur, replied calmly. "I fear that we have put the world in danger. Not immanent danger, mind you, but you do realize that, for the most part, we won't be here forever." Nightfur turned his head to the Lucario to his right. "But then again... you do seem to have a habit of ignoring the laws of time, Lux. Regardless, I am proposing that we make preparations, to preserve ourselves, so that when someone does come, and abuses the technology that we've developed, we'll be there to stop them. I've already begun finalizing my plans, I expect you to do so as well."
Merlin and Lux looked at Nightfur. In unison, they asked the question on both their minds. "What would your plans be?"
Nightfur's voice takes on a tone of finality. "Well, since I am no longer a Lucario, like you two, but a Glaceon, I'm actually at an advantage. I intend on freezing myself, remaining here, frozen, until time comes when I am needed. At that point, Mnementh will thaw me." Nightfur looked at the two once more. "I trust you to make your plans, and I leave you a gift in farewell." He motioned at the two small packages in front of the two. "Those are designed to alert us when one of us awakens, so that the other two might awaken as well." Nightfur smiles, and leaps out of the chair, almost as tall as he is. "Take care you two. I hope to see you both, if my worry is misplaced."
Five days later, Nightfur sat in front of a window, for one last look at the beautiful landscape surrounding his tower. When I awake... what will await me?
Mnementh chittered behind him, bringing back to reality. [You are ready, are you not?]
"Yes... I'm ready. Let's go to the command room."
In the command room, Nightfur began to switch the entire tower into emergency mode, powering down all but the critical systems in the tower, and leaving only the emergency lights on. Sighing, he took off the goggles, and gave them to Mnementh, the goggles reforming into the second set of eyes he had, but rarely used. Nightfur began to chill his body, and the air around him became extremely dense. Taking one last breath, he focused, and the air around froze suddenly, encasing him in a six inch layer of ice.
That would be the last breath he would take in two thousand years.
A/N: A whole new adventure... and we won't even be following Nightfur for a good while. Well, see you with some new work in a while!
