Chapter 3

Hello, Katie back on with Chapter 3!

I might come back and change this one later since it functions as the breakoff point for the entire story after it. That's a bit of a spoiler, but it's the only way I can really explain. Anyways, hope you enjoy it and PLEASE review! I'm on my knees begging here. Oh yes, and I know there haven't been any Spectrobes so far, but they should probably come into the plot sometime next chapter. This is because I meant to have the first three chapters as just one huge first chapter, but this way is easier and I can concentrate on the details better. Enjoy!

Arceus stood in the center of the pentacle, staring with absolute sorrow at the flute in Cyrus's hands, and the now-softly-glowing plates in the spaces of the star. The silence was immense as the music reached one final, wavering note and faded. Still, Arceus stared on, now at Cyrus's face, before turning it's divine eyes upon Triki and I. It was like being in a trance. I could sense that Arceus saw not only what was physically there, but the mind, body and spirit together in one organism. It was pitch black now, but the entire Spear Pillar seemed bathed in a sphere of ethereal incandescence radiating from the creature before us.

"Yes..." Said Cyrus in a harsh, labored voice that broke the tranquility around us. "Yes... I have succeeded... All these months, months and years of planning have paid their due. I am victorious! I AM VICTORIOUS!

That snapped me out of my trance. "Cyrus? You do realize what you're doing, right?" My voice was hushed with fear and barely contained panic. "That if you go ahead, you die too? Cyrus, are you listening? CYRU," The rest of my words were lost, as with a powerful backhand slap to the mouth, he shoved me roughly onto the stone floor and then looked right back at the god before us, as he started to speak, angrily and quickly.

"Can you hear me, king of beasts? For I, one that you have created, has achieved mastery over all things, whatever they may be. Of life, of death even." He said, the odd, insane edge to his voice sinking deeper.

(No,) I thought, (He wouldn't...Would he?) But as I got up, I quickly glanced at Triki. He met my eyes and seemed to be entertaining similar thoughts.

"You have been lax upon your throne, "King." He spat. "But before you are removed from it, I have a final decree for you to carry out. Your order is no less than this: Return the universe to it's original state. Abolish all that is unfit to live in it and let it reform into the swirling chaos that existed before anything else."

It was too much to hear. "NO!" I cried! "Arceus created the universe, why would he destroy it?"

Cyrus didn't even bother to look at me, but answered anyways. "Because I commanded it to be so." He said thunderously. "Because I am the master of both the Seventeen Plates and the Azure Flute, Arceus must and will obey me."

(The Seventeen Plates...Wait a moment... Does that mean...?)

I was a stupid, no, moronic plan, but in my situation it was the best option. All I needed was time to pull it off. Hoping that Cyrus would act on his sense of pride rather than his want for an immediate reaction I said: "But how is that possible? The Seventeen Plates and the Azure Flute are inanimate objects. They have no master. Why would Arceus care if you commanded them? All while I was speaking I caught Triki's eye and slightly nodded towards the still-waiting Arceus and the glowing pentacle. He caught my meaning at once and slightly nodded back, before starting to shift position on the uneven rock.

At my question he looked at me and smiled patronizingly. "You're going to try something aren't you?" (Damn right I am.) "Too bad I've grown weary of this monologue. Arceus, finish this!"

For a moment Arceus resisted, but to no avail. With an aura of great sadness and pain, it's fur began to shine prismatically, the glow in perfect accordance with the slowly rising Plates. White energy, neither solid, liquid or gas pooled above and around Arceus in a whirlpool-like formation. In addition, two other spheres had appeared to the left and right of the pentacle. Though they were substantially bigger than the one Arceus had arrived in, they lacked it's perfection and their blue and pink auras seemed disturbed and fractured.

I knew what would happen next. Dialga and Palkia would appear and with Cyrus at the reins, the three legends would be forced to unwillingly unravel the entire space-time continuum, saving the ground they stood atop for last. Divine power coursed throughout the peak, impatient to start it's journey, held back only by Arceus. It was now or never.

"TRIKI, NOW!" Before Cyrus could stop him (I take that back, Cyrus probably couldn't stop him anyways.) he pounced into the pentacle with amazing speed and grabbed something: a cyan-colored plate with Unown runes etched into it's surface and then leapt back.

The effects were numerous and instantaneous. The plates dropped from the air like marionettes with cut strings. The light level dropped so suddenly it was momentarily disconcerting, leaving us in a state similar to the bloody dusk we had just left behind. Arceus was dealt an invisible blow as one 17th if it's spirit was wrenched out of position and Cyrus's shackles were lifted. The spheres representing Dialga and Palkia, cracked and evaporated with a horrible wrenching sound to reveal their occupants, looking distinctly worse for wear.

But most worrying was the fact that the energy Arceus had gathered to execute Cyrus's command with had not faded. It bounced, and anything it touched disintegrated and combined to create more of the white hot substance.

"MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Who the HELL starts laughing right now?" I yelled, all the while trying to avoid the rushing energy.

"Thank you, Kate. It was a brave gesture, but made in vain," Said a perfectly calm voice in the center of a cloud of destruction. "Brave, because you were of quick enough wit to realize a plan in the face of absolute destruction, in vain because the world still ends here and now. The energy cleared, revealing Cyrus, more or less unharmed, (Pity, really.) with an odd half-smile on his face.

The words struck me as with a knife. With tears of hopelessness in my eyes I thought, (As much as I hate to admit it, he's probably right. I've done all I can do and about the only thing that can save me now is divine intervention.)

And before I knew what was going on, that was exactly what happened.

Darn it! STILL didn't make it to Naniero! Oh well, the next chapter will be extremely short and I swear, in chapter five there WILL be Spectrobes. I just couldn't write more of this stupid, absurdly long chapter to save my life. Well, until next time, and please review!