It is the year Xn279 and the world has changed drastically. People are not as caring as they used to be, Pokémon are no longer wild and free. Regions were burned and islands were massacred. The dark sky is now painted red from the blood spilt. Homes gone, families lost; constant war. It is not a world worth to live in. It is not a world to even begin in.
A woman of twenty-four sat on the edge of a rigid mountain cliff. She held a leg close to her chest as the other hung loosely off the cliffside. She was thousands of feet in the sky, high enough where buildings were like toy houses from a train set and the people scurried about like the ants they were. She was at height where air was thin and oxygen tanks were advised. Her pale olive skin grew rigid from the cool autumn breeze. Meaning she has been there for some time. But she doesn't care.
Quy Nguyen watched the world beneath with mixed emotions. Many people were lined up in ranks; large square divisions with Pokémon by their side. There were many divisions- hundreds... thousands even. From the mountain side where she sat to the far horizon were divisions of human and Pokémon. Even from high up she could hear the noise and roars the people made. It made sense if some people were in disarray, they couldn't possibly know what they're about to face. But that didn't mean they weren't ready for it.
A large Togekiss flashed overhead taking flight; the force of its takeoff left the wind blowing violently and the ground vibrating. It would have left Quy temporarily deaf if she wasn't already aware of it; she was at end of the runway after all. Only seconds later, several more large birds aviated across the sky leaving behind a booming force. They followed the Togekiss in V formation, flying out of view. More Flying-type Pokémon shot into the sky in flocks, carrying their riders abroad with extreme speeds. So much so that the sun, tinted red-orange, was shrouded by their numbers.
Quy stood up and grasped a better view. The sky was littered with Pokémon all flying in ranks, coordination, and one direction; only for more to take flight. Her sight was blocked then by a whirring rumble and an immense mechanism. It rose from below where the divisions were stationed, blowing air downwards; Quy realized it was an engine. She didn't step back nor did she had to, the engine pulled back revealing a fantastic view of the rest of the components it's attached to.
It was carrier, a mass octagon shaped airship with two immense engines in front and four half sized in the rear. She could hear the fans and blades direct energy to lift the ship airborne. It turned at an agonizingly slow pace with its rear facing her. The ground began trembling from the pure force the engines pressed down. Finally, the fans tightened their patterned and stabilized the hectic energy allowing the carrier to ascend at a much faster rate.
Her hair was flying everywhere from the frenzied wind as she watched it ascend higher, before slowly flying west; the same direction everyone else is heading. More roars and trembling occurred, causing Quy almost to lose her footing. Below multiple of the same aircraft was ascending and taking flight. There were copters that flew besides them. Designed with four rotors with six blades each; making it easier for a quicker take-off and maneuverability. There weren't many of them, but Quy knew they were loaded with soldiers.
Soldiers. She hated the word, people who would give their lives fighting for what is right. Most of them weren't fit to be called that- a majority of them aren't fit to be called soldiers. Yet there they go, to the unseen future that will award them pain, and catches, and fear, and spasms, and pain.
She tells herself that they don't deserve to die for what they know is right. That they should live free and enjoy life until it is their time to past. That she doesn't deserve to stay and guard a city that has nothing to protect... no one to shield... nothing. But she doesn't object, because she knows what is right and what must be done. So she turns, and walks towards the expecting vehicle where her comrades sat, and waited.
"Ready?" Adam asked, as the woman jumped in the passenger seat. Two young adults in the backseat glanced at one another. Marcus opened his mouth to speak when the dark haired teen, flicked his lips to silence him. It didn't go out so well.
"The hell was that for?" he spat with much more enthusiasm than needed. Setrea glared at him with a flustered face, is really that dense!
"Let's go," Quy told Adam watching as crafts and Pokémon continuously take flight. "We don't belong here."
"Got that right," Marcus agreed crossing his arms with a roll of his eyes. Setrea huffed through her nose at his attitude. "What are you waiting for, let's go."
"And you'd think you'd change with time..." Adam growled lowly, turning the ignition and drove the jeep besides the runway. Many squadrons were zipping down before allowing their Pokémon flash across the sky. It concerned him about such a magnitude to go all at once, but he didn't have a say. He didn't have a say when he was positioned to stay with the others. But he didn't mind, because he knew that it was a necessity and he knows that it is the little things that count. Especially now of all times.
Because this is war and everything has a purpose.
Black snow descended ever so gracefully as Seishiro Tokugawa guided Eiryuu, his trusting Salamence, to fly low just above the treetops. The vast dead forest below was sterile with no sign of life ever returning. Not even fungi grew here. The limbs stuck out like thorns, and the falling black substance was not making it look any better. He wasn't sure why there were trees still there, and that worry was added to his anxiety.
The blood-red sky was clouded black from smoke and soot. The black clouds sizzled and cracked as ember ignited in various spots before slowly dissipating. The sun was blocked out, making that their only source of light. Even when he could position himself to be able to see in such darkness, he was grateful for what little light was given.
It, however, couldn't help him from inhaling the poisonous air. The black flakes that fell from the skies were slowly killing him. His throat was burning red from irritation, and he's had hoarse coughing fits on more than one occasion. He hated the fact that he had his Pokémon, his companion, out in such a hazardous environment.
"..." Eiryuu growled lowly, catching his master's attention. Seishiro shook his head, causing the black substance caught in his hair to flurry about. The dragon-type pointed out a specific bundle of trees, and the raven haired man nodded in understanding.
Eiryuu landed gruffly, blowing up tiny black flecks from the ground into the air. Seishiro instantly returned the pseudo-legendary into his capsule where he would keep safe for the time being. A hack erupted from chest, clutching his mouth shut with his hand he coughed. His fit was over a few seconds later, and his throat was raw. He didn't need to glance at his hand to know what caused it; the answer was all around him. But right now that was the least of his problems.
"I found a way in," he said sitting on a boulder besides a small bundle of trees. He had his elbows on his knees and head in his palms. He didn't even bother trying to mask the exhaustion in his voice; he was extremely fatigued. "But it's a one-way trip."
The bundle of trees wavered for a second then stilled. A second later they began to bend in an irregular spiral matter and warped into thin air as if it was just an illusion. That's because it was an illusion- a mirage. In its place was a Gallade with two young adults in their twenties adults and a teenager in her late years. Michka, the auburn haired woman with a light cocoa skin tone, sent her Gallade back within his Poké ball. She knew if she waited any longer he would object.
She looked at the man, clipping the capsule to the rear of her belt. "I'd prefer an open road, honestly."
"There is an open road," he wiped the sticking flakes from his face. "But it will still be a one-way trip, I have a plan but we're all required to make it work."
His eyes glanced over to his devoted still friend. Eden, the dark skinned man lying next to her, was resting on a slump trunk of a tree. His skin was sickly pale to the point of resembling a mix of a hazy shade of purple and caramel. His right shoulder was ripped revealing torn muscles and puss; blood slowly being pumped out the open wound. His arm hung loosely to the side and his breathing was shallow. His eyes were clenched shut.
The blonde adolescent in her late teens was knelt beside the man. Her hair was painted in soot and black flakes, spilled out of her headscarf. Her hands were glowing a light green; hovering above his wound with intent to alleviate him from the pain and cure his injuries. Seishiro's eyes softened and Michka could see a tinge of guilt appear before dissipating.
"How is he?" Seishiro asked the blonde.
Said woman pulled back from the body with heavy breaths, shaking her head in a negative matter; sending flakes of black dust scurried from her hair. "Same as before-" She glanced at Seishiro with exhaustion in her eyes. "-It's useless."
"That doesn't mean I'm finished," all eyes casted on Eden, who was up using the trunk of the tree for support. With his good arm, he clumsily slipped on his torn jacket halfway. His bad arm was left alone. "If there's a way in then we can still do this."
Seishiro stood and looked at the others. Michka glanced at Eden with uncertainty. She gave Seishiro a silent nod she was positive they could pull it off even with Eden's current condition; she was not too sure about the aftermath though. The blonde, Minami, shifted her gaze from Seishiro to Eden's wound, pause, and then back to Seishiro. She gave a slow nod; slow, but certain.
"Alright then," Seishiro replied, turning his back on the group, cracking his neck. "Let's do this."
For in front of them, miles ahead, lies an abundant iron gate. Its wall was thick and heavily secreted with various metals. Tall watchtowers stood high above the ground that could be seen from afar. It encased a large rectangular factory building. The building itself was raised taller than the gate's walls itself. There were no windows, no doors, no searchlights, and no guards. Immensely tall grey exhaust pipes stood out from the structure. It ascended skywards, disappearing into the deathly clouds it produces.
Seishiro Tokugawa, Minami Hishinota, Michka Morré, and Eden Meho; four ambitiousness fugitives, began their way towards the beginning of their last days.
In a memorial hospital of the Capital, lays a man with wide open eyes. Yet, he was in slumber. He was as stiff as he was still. He was not breathing so his chest would not rise nor deflate. His neon blue hair was neatly combed behind his head. The hospital gown he wore has grown smaller for his size, now fitting him like an average shirt.
The door creaked open as a nurse strolled into the room. A smile was plastered on her face and an electronic checklist in hand.
"Good evening, Geneosis. How are you feeling today?" she didn't get a response, as usual. She pulled out a chair and sat beside the grown man.
"My, my, trying to grow some facial hair now, huh?" the nurse teased, noticing the tiny strands of hair sprouting... She brushed her fingers across his cheek, feeling the rugged hair bristles. "You know, you'd look really cute with a beard."
Geneosis didn't reply, his gaze casted at the ceiling. His stare was blank, empty, yet alive. The nurse pulled her hand back and set her list aside. She slipped on her stethoscope and brought it to his chest.
"Lungs still not functioning..." she paused, and placed two fingers over his wrist. "... No pulse, but your heart is still beating..."
She set the stethoscope away and pulled out a tongue depressor, pulling down his chin. "Say 'AHH'."
She examined the inside of his mouth, being sure to check the gums, oral strength, and tongue. "Salivary glands still active," she pulled back and crossed her arms. "Besides the body growth, your condition is still the same..."
She sighed when he didn't respond. "...Well, I need to-"
He flashed a bright azure practically blinding the nurse. She fell out of her seat, and shielded her eyes from the light. It slowly died out, leaving a warm neon glow on the man. The woman gawked stupid at the man, he still wasn't moving.
But he was floating.
"N-Ne-Neo?" her eyes were wide and she stumbled to her feet. The man didn't respond. He was rigid bobbing in the air as if floating on water. Her eyes wandered across his body, an azure mist of energy was pouring out his pores, cloaking him in a mesmerizing glow. "What-"
Light suddenly exploded throughout the room. It expanded through the door, catching clients and others. It extended through the entire building, basking it within its light. Outside, people saw the glowing building before its light exploded even further, engulfing them in their light. In a matter of seconds, the city was taken by the light. Then the district. The region— the world... the universe. All of creation was engulfed and soon there was nothing but the purity that is light.
And as soon as it came, it reversed like rewinding a video cassette and was gone.
A nurse blinked multiple times before coming back to her senses. She was confused, finding herself in a patient's room. She wondered how she got there, last thing she remembered doing was... was...
What did she do again?
"Brinna?" she turned around, startled by the voice. In the doorway, a man stood with glasses and a white lab coat. "What are you doing in here?"
"Dr. Michaels," she recalled his name. He nodded, peering at her curiously. Remembering his question she casts her gaze around the room. "I... I'm not too sure."
"Well, I need your help. My son requested it."
"Of course, Dr. Michaels." He held the door open as she walked out, closing it right behind her. She hesitated looking back at the room as it closed. She felt something was... off. Like something was missing. The thought was gone in an instant, and the nurse followed the doctor.
The date is November twelfth.
It is the year Xn279.
It was the day Geneosis Licentia vanished from the face of the earth.
He was aboriginal.
He never existed.