Update time! This chapter is a little longer than the others because I'm trying to fit a lot in at the moment so the progression of the story doesn't get wacky or anything. I will probably have the egg hatching within the next few chapters or something like that, and don't worry it will be a real pokemon. Also, this story will not feature a pairing between Darkrai and Cresselia. So if anybody was hoping for that sorry. Alas let's get on with the story. I don't own or profit from pokemon. Enjoy (:
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Chapter 3
Well, finally we were making progress on getting through the garden to Gallade. It had taken about nine minutes for the fear to completely dissipate from the egg and allow for travel. I figure the egg was mulling things over during that time before finally deciding that my apology was genuine, and forgiving me. As to how it was even able to forgive or mull things over as an egg... it still sounds crazy. So either this egg really is doing these things that I find so astounding or I'm the one going crazy. Wonderful, I had thought, the thing hasn't even hatched yet and already it's making me question my sanity.
One way or another though, I'm going to get this egg to Gallade, hopefully while I'm still sane. If Cresselia was here she'd probably say I lost my mind a long time ago. Maybe so, but anyone would have if they'd lived next to that island of endless chattering for as long as I had.
I couldn't help but shiver at the memories of my time on Newmoon Island. It was MY island and yet I still seemed to wake up every morning to see my annoying sister yammering in my face about the "most wonderful dream I've ever encountered." Then she'd go on to describe to me in vast detail just why it was so wonderful.
Whatever me and Gallade decided to do with this egg, giving it to Cresselia was not an option. And I'll be sure to tell him that when I actually find him, but at the rate we're travelling I'm not sure when that will be. After all the "complaints" I received from the egg about height and speed of travel I resigned myself to going at a slow-paced walk.
And yes, I do mean walk. I had actually extended my legs to use them for their intended purpose. A very rare occurrence for me since I usually just levitated. But at the moment I found that the bitter cold feeling travelling up my legs from the snow was a welcome distraction from all of this egg nonsense. Although it also reminded me of another memory of my sister, but i suppose any good thing has its drawbacks.
o0o Flashback o0o
It was early morning on Newmoon Island and once again Cresselia was there with me. She was blabbering on about some wonderful dream a young girl had had about running through a field of Gracidea flowers with a Ponyta. And about just how much more wonderful the dream got when the Ponyta evolved into a Rapidash and carried the girl on its back over a rainbow.
The girl had been having this dream for days now. It was her favorite as well as Cresselia's. She loved to talk about it, but this time before she finished she grew quiescent.
I was leaning against a tree with my eyes closed when I noticed her silence. She was so quiet, if not for her gentle breathing and the psychic aura she exuded I might have thought, and even hoped, that she had gotten bored of telling the same story and left. Since I knew that this wasn't the case I opened my eyes to look at her.
She had a crestfallen look on her face, her head tilted down slightly and bright lavender eyes trained on the unmoving ground. And so, against my better judgment, I decided to do the brotherly thing and ask her what was wrong. I really must be crazy.
"Oh Darkrai!" She sobbed, "Why did Arceus make me without legs?"
I just stared at her, is she serious? I thought to myself. Not eliciting the reaction from me that she wanted, her countenance changed from sad to angry.
"I knew you wouldn't understand! You couldn't understand, you have legs!" She shouted.
"But I barely even use them."
"That's not the point."
"Then what is?"
"The point is that you have the option to use them. And you really should use them too. You're lucky to have them. And who knows, you might need them one day."
To me, the way Cresselia said that last part always made me think that she'd come over to my island while I was asleep and rip off my legs. She never did, but I never really got a good night's sleep again knowing she was only a short distance away.
"I think I understand what you mean." I told her.
"Really?" She smiled optimistically.
"Yes. I believe you're upset because you're a legless freak and you want me to make use of my legs more often because I'm not a legless freak like you." I told her sweetly and had to hold back a laugh when her smile faltered and her jaw nearly dropped to the ground. Her lavender eyes flared and she screeched.
"How dare you Darkrai! You inconsiderate jerk!" With that she vanished, back to Fullmoon Island I figure. Finally alone on my own island I couldn't help but laugh at just how upset I could make my sister.
o0o End Flashback o0o
A rough shiver went through me and broke me from the memory. It seems I had been walking in the snow for too long as I started to feel a sort of numbness crawling up legs. I'm not immune to the cold after all. So I retracted my legs and felt my body graciously offer heat to warm them.
Now that I was without my distraction of cold I thought it best to check over the egg. It had been quiet for a while, meaning it hadn't expressed any emotions that I could register. And being inexperienced with eggs as I was I might have thought it was dead if not for being able to sense its life aura. So I slowly rotated it in my hands and looked it over, just to double check in case my senses were wrong. They never were, but for some reason I felt like being cautious. I felt as if I was somehow responsible for its well being, how very strange. The quicker I dealt with this egg, the better.
The egg felt as if it was at a sufficient temperature and all else seemed well, maybe the inhabitant of the egg was just sleeping. Can an egg actually sleep? I wondered. Either way, I went back to cradling the egg in my arms, in the manliest way possible of course. I can't have the other pokemon of the garden thinking I've gone soft.
Now that I knew the egg was surely alive and safe I paused for a moment to look at my surroundings. And I could happily note that we were finally back at the place where, this very morning, Gallade and I had conversed about why I hate snow. But there was a problem...
Gallade wasn't here.
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That's it for this chapter. It's a little longer than the others so far but that won't always be the case. So... yeah. Well hope everyone enjoyed and things should hopefully get a little more interesting soon. XD
