To any of you which found this from following my story "The Cured" I apologise that this has been what I've been distracted by. Please don't burn me at the stake. I promise to write more for it soon.
Pokemon doesn't belong to me, we all know the spiel. Only my OCs belong to me.
The Arceus Event
70 Years ago-Mt Coronet-Sinnoh Region
The pair slowly slogged their way up the mountain, the mountain itself seemingly repelling their ascension. Icy winds bit into their bodies and the snow on the ground seemed to suck their legs down and trap them. Lagging behind, the older member, an elderly woman, was being pulled slowly up by the rope tied to her waist and attaching her to the other, a twenty year old man. However, despite the youth's efforts, the pair was still moving very slowly.
Turning back, the boy called back to his older companion.
"Grandmother, you must hurry. We have to reach Spear Pillar by tonight, or we shall freeze in this frozen region of the mountain." Despite his tough tone, a slight quiver of fatigue seeped into his voice.
"Jordan, I've done this trek many times to meet with him. We'll make it before nightfall, even although I'm moving slowly," his grandmother replied smiling, recognizing his tone.
"Grandmother, you were never this OLD when you made the treks before," Jordan replied, rolling his eyes.
The older lady chose to ignore this comment, continuing at her slow, yet consistent, pace.
The two of them walked in silence while Jordan recalled the many events which had befallen them since they started their trek. It had not been an easy hike. They'd almost been swallowed by a Geodude-lanch, nearly frozen when an Abomasnow had decided to sleep near their camp and his Grandmother had been forced to drag him away from the attempts of a Frostlass to make him fall off a cliff, to name just a few of their problems. However, despite this, they had almost made it to the top of the mountain. The legendary Spear Pillar.
After an uneventful few minutes of Jordan supporting his Grandmother through the snow, the pair finally reached Spear Pillar, the place strangely warm and lacking snow, despite the snow which blew all around the Pillar. Without a word, the two sat down on a fallen pillar, one of many dotting the area. They knew that here they were safe. No Pokemon dared to enter the sanctuary of the dragon trio and the place was protected from the elements.
After a few minutes of resting, Jordan looked up at his Grandmother. "Okay Grandma Sheena, what do we do now to meet with your friend?"
Sheena grinned broadly at her grandchild. "Now, we use the flute that you've carried all the way up this mountain, despite your objections to have to lift such a tool for no apparent reason."
Jordan stiffly nodded, drawing out the Azure Flute from his pack and placing it to his lips as Sheena had taught him. As he did, he began to play. He didn't know why. He didn't even know the tune he was playing or how to use a flute. He just did it by reflex, his fingers playing delicately across the instrument. As he played, he listened to the tune which he played, a tear trickling from his eye. The tune was absolutely beautiful. It was indescribable, simply beautiful.
As the final note died down, Jordan and Sheena stood there, staring at one another in silence. Then a mighty rumble began, shaking the whole mountain from its core. From the sky, a trail of stairs appeared, spiralling down to meet the two waiting.
"So...he's changed it since I was last here. How nice of him to make it spiral now. It used to be straight up. It did horrors to my knees," Sheena said, amused.
With a smile, she took Jordan's hand and pulled him behind her as they ascended the stairwell, each step vanishing behind them.
At the top, they both stopped to stare at what was before them; a great chamber so wide the walls and the ceiling seemed to go on until the very edges of space, its floor made of frosted-over glass. Instantly Sheena knew where they were: the massive and awe-inspiring Hall of Origin.
Without looking at the Hall, which had Jordan frozen in his spot, Sheena gripped her grandson's arm and drew him to the other end of it, where a ripple had appeared, expanding into a circular portal large enough to fit a Wailord. Slowly, the massive form of Arceus, the creation Pokemon, emerged from the portal. The sheer power he possessed seemed to radiate off him, causing the two humans to shudder. Sheena knew firsthand what that power could do. If he wished, he could end the entire world, as he had tried to 70 years ago, when Sheena was Jordan's age.
Sheena closed her eyes, her mind freed from its bounds to transcend both time and space to mentally make contact with Arceus.
Inside her mind, Arceus's thoughts wrapped gently around her in an embrace, and his voice echoed as he spoke.
"Greetings little one."
With another blip, Jordan's mind entered the stream, Arceus wrapping his mind around Jordan as well and drawing the three together. "Who is this?"
Sheena thought back her reply. "This is my Grandson, Jordan, the youngest member of our bloodline. How have your travels been, Great One?"
"My travels have been fine and safe. However, I sense that you did not come up here to speak with me about my travels. What is it that you wish to speak with me about?" Arceus answered, amusement seeping into him.
Sheena laughed at this. "Nothing escapes your notice, does it Arceus? Very well. I wish to beg a favour from you."
At this, she stopped, feeling Arceus restrain himself from laughing. "Please, go on. I'll hear out your request. I just find it amusing that I would receive two requests from the same family in only a few hundred years. Make your request, but I will deny it if you're asking for another jewel of life. We both know how badly your kind deals with power on that scale."
Sheena laughed.
"No no, nothing on that scale. It is simply this: Jordan and I stand before you as the last of our kind. My family's bloodline has become too diluted and now we're the last to possess the ability to speak with Pokemon and see their hearts. Jordan's two siblings and his father, my son, all lack that ability.
"You want me to restore that ability back to your family?" Arceus asked incredulously. He'd come to expect more from Sheena's family than something like that.
"No." Sheena replied quickly, trying to keep Arceus from thinking the wrong thing. "I'd like for all humans to share in our gift, to be able to understand Pokemon. To forge bonds which will last through even things that would break a trainer's trust with them. Your children and we humans would be united at last."
Arceus sighed sadly, and then shook his head in response. "I'm sorry. I cannot do such a thing. Doing so would drain my powers for years, and I refuse to be a burden on my children while I heal."
As the humans slumped, disappointed and saddened by the failure of their mission, Arceus continued. "However, I can partially do it, provided one of you is used as the template for doing so. Be warned: I doubt the one who is used will survive. To be exposed to my raw power is lethal."
Before anything else could be said, Sheena called out "I'll do it."
"No Grandmother!" Jordan cried out, his anguish transferring through the bond.
"I'm sorry Jordan. You need to go out and teach others to use our powers. I'm older and will not live as long as you anyway. I shall fuel Arceus' gift."
As she said this, Jordan felt the link break, opening his eyes to find his Grandmother floating in front of Arceus, her hand on his head, both their eyes closed.
As he watched, her body began to glow a bright yellow, slowly transforming into an energy being in the shape of his Grandmother. Then, with a blinding flash, the entire body dissolved, draining into Arceus' head.
With a mighty roar, Arceus fired billions of tiny beams.
"JUDGEMENT!"
The beams spread out across the land and sea, every one connecting with a human or Pokemon, every single one of them bewildered by the occurrence.
On in the Hall, Arceus turned back to Jordan, his mind wrapping around the saddened boy. "I'm sorry. To have done the ritual as your Grandmother wanted, or as close to it as I could do, required a sacrifice. If there was any other way...I'd have taken it."
Jordan sniffed "There was. You become exhausted, remember?"
Arceus shook his head. "No. That option would only have granted all humans a different gift. The full one version of what they now all have. A full copy of what you have within you. You have the greater gift of communication, they have the lesser. But a sacrifice would still be required and I sense that if I was comatose any time soon, it would put us all in peril. Now, you must return home."
Without warning, the ground below Jordan opened into a portal, the boy dropping through it with a yell. He tumbled through pitch black space, with only a few odd flashes showing that he was still alive at all. Then, he hit the ground.
Slowly, he opened his eyes to find himself back in Almos town, surrounded by people who were all alternating between the two odd events which had happened today: The beams of light which had covered the sky and harmlessly hit each of them and Jordan falling from the sky...
Well, here's Chapter 1. If you like it, follow it and post a review. I love encouragement ^_^
Credit to Ikkad, my friend and pal who edits all my stories to make their format readable. Without you, my stories would be MUCH worse.