Prologue: Banishment
She walked down the street, her gaze fixed toward the path straight ahead of her. She was walking in a manner that suggested she was ready for a fight.
She wore a pair of black combat boots that had chains on them. Her socks were black with a single white stripe on them. She was clothed in a sleeveless tank top that was black. Her pants were black with a single white stripe running down the side of them. She wore a pair of black fingerless gloves that showed off her pointed fingers. Around her neck was a trio of crimson colored crystals that were connected by a string. They seemed to glint in the right light. Her hair was as white as the fallen snow, flowing behind her, both by her speed and the small amounts of power she was giving off, its length going all the way down her back. Her eyes were cobalt, glossy and piercing, seeming to stare straight through one's soul and into the abyss. Her aura was partially visible, showing that she was using some of her power. The aura was pure black, as black as the Distortion World itself.
Everyone around her was moving out of her way, fearful of her angry look; they knew she was going someplace she'd rather not be and they really didn't want to be near if she accidentally released a burst of power. She looked around, noticing them at this point. She didn't care; or at least, she thought she didn't. She couldn't place what she was feeling. But, she did revel in the fear they felt from her presence, she wouldn't deny that. It was one of those primal Dark type instincts she was said to have. She was a being of Nightmares. She couldn't change herself or her abilities. She did, however, restrain her powers due to no one being able to reverse them besides her, something she didn't want to reveal either point of.
She looked to her left, noticing that an orange haired being in orange, white and green ornamental robes was stealing from one of the stands set up on the street by an elderly woman. She growled slightly, snapping her fingers. A black orb hit the being, causing them to fall over, convulsing in a Nightmare. She walked past, no one having seen her take action. If there was one thing she couldn't let go, it was stealing. These
As she reached the place she was headed, she looked to her sides, noticing no one was there. She entered a small cave near her, moving through it to a wall decorated with runes and Unown symbols. She touched one of them, disappearing from her place and reappearing in another. This place was enormous, a large square room that held any seats, other beings sitting in them. She looked at them, several of them a little nervous, others angry. She didn't care; she loved the feeling of their anger. They knew she was known to start fights. If challenged, she was one to never back down. That was one of her strong suits.
"Is everyone here?" a woman said, standing at the front of the room.
The woman was dressed in ornate white robes, standing tall, taller than she was. Though, she wasn't known for being tall. She wore a grey battle uniform under the robes, small black lines running vertically along it. She wore a pair of white boots with two inch heels on them. There was a golden stripe down the front. She didn't know why the woman would ever think that it would work. She wore no gloves, but, her hands were free and she held them crossed. Around her neck was a golden necklace that looked like a when with a crisscross of lines running through it. Her hair was white, long and flowing halfway down her back. There was a section on the front that was golden, glossy even. Her eyes were green all throughout, the pupils of which being red. They shone with a gaze that commanded respect and obedience, something that she never really understood. Her gaze swept the room, noting the presence of the others in the room.
"Alright." She said, her voice commanding and loud, yet still showing mercy. "Now that we're all here, we can begin this month's meeting of the Legendary Council."
She rolled her eyes. These meetings bored her after a while. But, she couldn't avoid them, no matter how she tried to.
"It has come to my attention" the woman began again. "that a certain member of our ranks has decided not to comply with our rules on interfering with the lives of mortals."
All eyes turned to the girl in black. She crossed one leg over the other, crossing her arms as well. She knew this would happen. It was nearly inevitable.
"Well, Darkora" the woman in white, Arceus, said, looking directly at her, her arms crossed. "What have you to say?"
"I don't see what your problem is.' The woman in black, Darkora, said, rolling her eyes. "I mean, it's not like they know who or what we are."
"Darkora" a red haired girl dressed in red and white, Bianca Ratiasu, said, her eyes filled with worry. "Don't do anything you may regret in the near future."
"Don't worry, Bianca.' Darkora said, standing up, her tone softer. She had a soft spot for the girl, seeing her as almost like a little sister. "I won't.'
Bianca bit her bottom lip in nervousness. She knew Darkora and Arceus had their fights and almost one hundred percent of the time she agreed with Darkora, especially when it came to mortals. Darkora actually enjoyed spending time with mortals, something which Arceus was strongly against (though, by definition, every member of the Council was a mortal; they just pretended not to be because of their powers that could affect aspects of reality). But, she knew Darkora wouldn't go too far in an argument. It had nothing to do with respect for Arceus or even fear of losing her status, which wasn't really regarded very highly to her. She didn't want certain… aspects of her life brought to the forefront. Aspects that Arceus would surely not like to hear of.
"You are stepping over a boundary that you will not easily return from." Arceus said, her tone threatening.
"Oh?" Darkora said, growling a little. "Like how Giratina was banished like that? I wouldn't alk about my faults."
"Giratina caused her own banishment.' Arceus said, growling. "Just as you are beginning to do.'
"You know" Darkora said, stepping closer threateningly. "I think she was right."
"That's it." Arceus said, growling. "I've had enough of this."
Arceus snapped her fingers, a portal appearing behind Darkora, the other legendaries moving out of the way of it.
"Darkora Dakuri!' Arceus shouted, her hair flowing with the power she was unleashing. "I hereby banish you from this place! No more are you allowed to enter this Hall nor are you to have contact with any of the Legends herein!"
Arceus then opened her fist, the portal expanding, pulling Darkora into the field of it. Darkora was beginning to be drawn into the ground, struggling against it. Bianca gasped, her best friend, a black haired boy in green next to her pulling her back. This was Ray Q. Uazalia.
"It's over.' He said, holding Bianca. "She's made her choice. It's alright. She's not dying."
"I will give you one last statement before you are banished." Arceus said. "One chance to beg for forgiveness."
"Bianca" Darkora said, looking at the Eon Pokémon. "Take care. All of you, take care. Arceus… fuck you."
"That's it!" Arceus said, snapping her fingers, Darkora being fully drawn into the portal.
"Wh-where is she?" Bianca asked, tears starting to come from her eyes.
"Don't know, don't care." Arceus said, turning around and walking away. Bianca looked at where Darkora was, clenching her eyes shut. Ray held her, rubbing her arm comfortingly.
"This really doesn't help their relationship." A purple haired woman clad in lavender said, sighing.
"What do you know, Mewtwo?" Bianca asked, curling in on herself.
"That Darkora's got a few secrets she really doesn't want Arceus to know." Mewtwo said, shrugging. I'll bet Arceus has her own, but Darkora's got some things that could pop a blood vessel in Arceus' head."
"Ooh, what's that do?" A pink haired girl in pink said, coming over, amazement on her face.
"Don't worry about it, Mina." Mewtwo said, rolling her eyes.
"You guys wanna grab pizza?" a white haired boy in pink and white said, standing next to a metallic blue haired girl dressed in grey and dark blue. "We're kinda hungry."
"This really isn't the time." Mewtwo said, rolling her eyes. "You two really don't care about Darkora's fate, do you?"
"She had it coming." The boy, Palkia, said, shrugging. "I don't think it should have come to this, but Dialga and I really don't want to get on Arceus' bad side on this. Though… we do know where she was sent."
"Where?" Bianca asked, hopeful.
"A place known as New Moon Island.' The girl, Dialga, said.
so, that happened. what's gonna happen to Darkora? Find out soon.