"Arceus, tell me a story."
The alpha Pokemon looked over at Mew's face in annoyance. Mew had asked the same question so many times the number was larger than the number of years Arceus had lived.
Speaking of which...
"Mew, what kind of story do you have in mind?" Arceus asked, with genuine interest.
The cat Pokemon looked over at him and smiled. "I don't know, something about you. No one really knows much about you."
Arceus sighed. Mew was almost as old as he was, and still the Pokemon acted like a child. His childish antics had more than once disrupted the hall of legends. But, if Mew wanted a story, he would get a story.
"Okay," Arceus said. "Okay. This story is begins in a time more ancient than anything you've ever known."
Mew gasped. Arceus smiled.
"Now listen closely, because this story will be a long one..."
I was born in a lab, as the humans call it. The first thing I remember was that I was staring at a square, thin object that listed numbers and words such as June 29th, 2045. Back then, it was all nonsense. But now, I know these objects as calendars, human devices of telling time.
A man popped into my field of vision. He had brown hair that seemed to go in every direction, and he was wearing a white object which I know now as a lab coat. He seemed surprised that I was up, and began to yell many things in his strange language.
"Why do you do this?" I inquired. I did not understand how I knew to perform this action, but it came naturally. The man stopped, seeming to be satisfied with my question.
I took a few seconds to take in my surroundings. I was inside a very small cube that I understand now as a room. I of course, was in a cylinder that contained a green liquid that was slightly transparent. There were other thin squares all over the walls with human numbers on them. I assume now that they were mathematical formulations.
Anyway, the human came over to my cylinder and placed a black, round object on it. Immediately the human started to talk, but I could understand him now.
"Can you hear me?"
"Yes."
"Do you know what I am?"
"No."
"Do you-"
"I'm sorry to disappoint," I started, "but I don't know anything. The fact that I am even communicating with you is a huge surprise to me."
"But of course," he replied, with smirk. "I made you that way. I wanted you to be able to soak up knowledge that I would give to you."
Made me?!
"Who are you?" I cried. "Nothing you say makes sense!"
"I am your creator," he said, with no emotion. "Your father."
I stood there for a second, in disbelief. Although, it did make sense. As the conversation continued, I kept absorbing more and more details from him, increasing my intelligence.
"My name is David," the man said. "Nice to create you."
I shuddered for a second but remembered that I had realized myself that he was right. There was no point in denying it.
"My name is..." I trailed off. Of course I didn't have a name. That was David's job.
"Your name is Arceus," he said with a smirk. "I thought of that one a long time ago."
"Any particular reason?" I asked, with no sarcasm intended.
"I.. I honestly don't know," he replied. "I guess I just thought it sounded like a godly name."
Back then, the name didn't mean much to me. I had no idea that this name would become the single most important name in the universe.
Mew was fast asleep before Arceus was even through a sixteenth of his tale. His sleeping body rose up and down on the floor of the hall. He looked... Peaceful to Arceus.
Even though Mew was asleep, something... Something just compelled Arceus to keep going. Something told him that his trillion year old tale needed to be revealed somehow.
Arceus continued.
Sorry for the short chapter. I promise that the next one will be longer. I just wanted to start it off.