In the time of the great unrest, many pokemon fled. They fled the fields to go deep in to the mountains; the fish even if shallow dwellers dove deep. The fliers vanished from the skies. The pokemon left the people, trainers wondered upon empty Pokeballs. But that was before they saw the sky rip. The rip rained down upon the human kind the likes of a pokemon kind that was unseen! The Ghost types and the Physics tried their best to protect a few in their reaches but many... many trainers died. The few people whom managed to avoid the rip were the ones who were hidden at the time; basements, tunnels, already destroyed ruins.
One wondered why the Ruins of Alph were always quivering, this was the reason.
The rip closed though as fast as it had come. The lands were burning, building crumbling and those new type of pokemon kept watch. They weren't many but there was 2 cities to one beast across the 5 regions. And they searched, trying to find cries and howls of people and pokemon kind alike.
These weren't a product of any experiment or any disaster or polluted spill. These pokemon were locked away by the ancients for a reason. Uncontrolled nasty Shadow Beings of the Otherworld zones. Denzion.
The few 'fallout' survivors learned to stay hidden to stay quiet, their befriended pokemon grew mute. It was a tough and cruel world and THEY were still around.
Parentless children gathered in numbers around the old Chateau as ghost types led them in... not astray. They were trying to protect the humans as they were once humans themselves. The forests all around the cities became the camps of the people... Cities soon were built in the rocks.
But the Denzion's still remained atop, searching the ruins of a once thriving world, searching and destroying even the most tiniest shred of humanity. ANY pokemon that came in to their zone was caught and eaten.
Dark Times...
Silent Times...
Time where protectors of the worlds vanished.
Celibi stopped coming to renew life, the Trio Dogs hidden and locked up. No water, no storms, no eruptions.
The Sea kings Kyogre and Lugia vanished to their Islands
Land Dwellers Groudon and Heatran deep in the worlds center.
The Others... just gone. They vanished from the worlds history and there was nothing to get them back.
A time of Denzions was a time of disaster.
The humans needed a hero and no one dared to rise.