Chapter One: Equals at last
Pokémon. A word that had redefined history since their creation along with the humans who roamed the earth with them. They have battled alongside humans for as long as the two have existed, sometimes even fighting one another, but the truth remains that people and pokémon have ties that run deeper than blood. And this is what has driven the particular blood of a few special individuals. There have been legends, long forgotten by now about an ancient society that had special bonds with pokémon. Special bonds that allowed them to communicate and live with pokémon as if they were pokémon themselves. But these were just legends, right? Surely even if these pokémon bonders had really once existed they would have died out millennia ago right? Wrong. They exist even today. Their blood runs as thick as ever, but they have bred with normal humans making children with these bonds even rarer still. But they still exist, some hide their talents, others bring it out into the open and are either accepted and praised greatly for it or shunned by non believers of the old ways. Or some, only a handful, live on this earth peacefully, traveling side by side with their pokémon and making names for themselves by challenging gyms and going up against leaders of the various elite leagues that are set up all across the globe, in hopes of someday coming to the master leagues to become true pokémon masters. Or at least was the goal of two individuals who had fought their entire lives to make it to that pedestal. And finally after eighteen years of dreaming about it one of them made it, the other one shortly behind her. Waiting to challenge the other for the title of Ultimate Pokémon master.
Rumors had spread quickly of their match. The mysterious cloaked champion who had won only a week ago was being challenged for her title by another cloaked figure. The battle was to be legendary as both were rumored to be poke bonders. People born with strong bonds to certain types of pokémon. Both had extraordinarily strong pokémon that each battled like fierce gods of war when put up against the other, but the two seemed to always know what the other would do, and no matter what if one of the others pokémon fainted the other would soon fall as well. They seemed to be two sides of the same coin. And the crowd loved them for it.
"I don't believe it folks! We are now reaching hour number seven of this intense battle and our two cloaked rivals appear to each be down to their last pokémon! We all know our champion has a soft spot for dark and ghost types and we have seen that her challenger is no stranger to psychic and normal types, but what will their last pokémon choices be?" the announcer called over the roar of the crowd who had been kept on the edge of their seats the entire battle. The black cloaked figure reached to her side to draw out her last pokéball. It had a single black flame sticker on it and she brought it to her hidden face gently kissing it.
"It is up to you now, my closest friend. Go!" she said tossing it into the air high until it released a white beam that formed into the pokémon Mismagius. The witch like ghost pokémon's fierce pink eyes seemed tinted slightly red as they looked forward at the half hidden face of the opposing sides white cloak. A small faded smile appeared on her lips as she too pulled out an old pokéball that had nothing but a small white flame sticker on its top.
"I trust this to you, my Dearest. Go!" she said tossing it into the air and releasing the white light that formed into a beautifully graceful Gardevior. Her pinkish red eyes met the matching ghost types and an air of pure sweet rivalry flowed between them. The two cloaked girls both had matching smiles as they began their commands.
"Mismagius use shadow ball!"
"Gardevior counter with magical leaf!"
The two attacks collided in midair leaving the crowd watch in awe at the beautiful dancing remains of leaves in black fire. Mismagius had disappeared however and the announcer looked franticly across the battlefield.
"Folks it looks like the champions prize Mismagius has vanished after that attack! Only time will tell where she'll pop out of!" he called. The white cloaked girl's eyes traced the field looking for any sign of the ghost and when a small flicker of Gardevior's shadow moved she reacted quickly.
"Beneath you Gardevior! In your shadow! Use your thunder punch on the shadow!" she called. Gardevior obeyed and her lightning fist collided just as Mismagius came out of her shadow. The ghost recoiled but the blow didn't seem to do much as she faded one more into a shadow of the smashed rock on the field.
"So I see you figured that out… no matter, so long as shadow exists my Mismagius will always have a place to pop out of…" The Black cloaked girl snickered. "Dark pulse from the shadows Mismagius!" she ordered. The ground began to glow an eerie black color and Gardevior looked around quickly as it began to form into balls of darkness that came at her on all sides.
"Dodge it quickly!" the white cloak ordered. The psychic type quickly avoided most of them but a few strays managed to catch her in the back and she let out a wail of pain as they collided with her. her pink eyes glowed brightly as she glared around the field and screamed as intense psychic energy lit the entire ground up making the stadium shake with her call. Mismagius was thrown from the shadows by the intense light and her body withered from its intensity. When it faded both of the pokémon seemed to be drained by their moves as their eyes locked.
"My Gardevior's psychic energy is not something to be laughed at Champion… but of course you already knew that didn't you…?" The white cloaked girl laughed. A small smile formed on the edge of the black hooded face of the champion.
"Yes… I suppose I did… come, let us stop playing games like children, you came for a battle and I say I'll give you one worth remembering. Mismagius, use your psychic on the battle grounds as well and send those loose rocks flying!" she commanded.
The witch like ghost obeyed and the large loose rocks on the field became surrounded by pink energy and floated high up into the sky. The white cloaked girl bit her lip. 'What is she up to now…?' she thought as she watched the rocks dance in the sky. They started to float together and spin faster and realization hit her like a bolt of lightning. "Gardevior get out of there she's going to…!" she tried to shout but the rocks had already formed into a giant rock drill and were plunging down their point aimed right at the graceful pokémon. It's pink eyes widened and glowed as she held out her long arms to where the rock floated above her and it stopped midair. A small smirk played across the girls face and she looked up a single sky blue eye peeking out from under the hood. "I said it once, and I shall say it again. Do NOT underestimate us."
The human like pokémon narrowed her eyes and the boulder smashed into a million tiny pieces under the pressure of two psychic powers. She lowered her arms and across from her Mismagius and the Champion were both standing patiently as the rubble fell around them. "That was simply a test, the real battle starts now… are you ready for this?" she said bringing her arm forward a single black band around her wrist a small black charm shaped like the flame on Mismagius' pokéball hanging from it. The girl in the white mirrored her a white band around her wrist with the same white flame charm dangling from it.
"I was born ready…" she replied simply. The two pokémon rushed forward, a shadow ball and a ball of pure psychic energy charged in opposing hands. The crowd watched as they collided and then shortly after the two continued to exchange attack after attack their partners never having to call a single order out loud.
"Folks I don't know but it pears that the two pokémon are now going on an all-out moves fight and are exchanging blow after blow without either side giving an inch! But with all these powerful hits coming from these high level pokémon it is only a matter of time before one of them becomes seriously injured!" he announced to the crowd his eyes never leaving the battle. The two of them continued like that for nearly half an hour and the crowd was on the very edge of their seats the entire time wondering who out of these two amazingly powerful people would be able to remain standing at the very end.
"You should give up now… it's very impressive you made it this far but you know it will end the same as it always does…" The Champion called after a collision of psychic and psychic left the field covered in beautiful pink sparks.
"I refuse! I fought for this just as hard as you did and I'm not turning back now that we finally made it here! Besides… aren't you the one who always told me that one day we'd be standing up here fighting for real and neither one of us would ever let the other back down…?" the white cloak called through the sparks. Mismagius and Gardevior stood opposed from each other their bodies tired from the massive stress of all the moves they'd used and all the damage they had taken. Two sets of matching sky blue eyes and two sets of matching pink eyes met and the Champion let out a faint chuckle and let her eyes scan the audience who had tirelessly watched them for hours. It really was everything they had dreamed of as children.
"Fine then… let's end this now, Mismagius use Shadow Force!" She ordered.
"Gardevior match it with Luster Purge!" The white cloak ordered. The two pokémon were surrounded by massive powers that seemed to blow out of the top of the stadium even before colliding and when they did it looked like a true battle of light and darkness. And when the smoke cleared both of the cloaked figures stood their hoods blown back from the explosion to reveal their identical faces and locked sky blue eyes. The only difference between the two was the long hair that flew behind them from the force of the explosion, one with hair as dark as night and the other with hair as silver as the moon. Two halves of the same coin had met and it was causing a commotion through the stadium before the smoke had even cleared fully to show who was still standing and who had fallen. But to the twins who stood facing each other it wouldn't matter who won today. They had gotten what they wanted. They now stood as equals to each other and neither would ever say other wise.