Hey to all readers, and thanks for reading. This is a compilation of short stories based in this world that I have created; an alternate, prehistoric universe of Pokémon. I'd like to thank the 8 people that have read my stories so far, and I invite you all to look forward to one of the major fights that will be featured in a few chapters. More information will be revealed closer to that time.
The snow was a thick skin over the grass and seeds that would give sustenance to grazers and fliers; meat-hunters fed well, striking down the sick and weak that stumbled through cold and rain to find food. Trees rose as silent sentinels over this frozen land, some of them not standing still as trees should; several fat specimens shook themselves of falling snow and trundled to a different spot as if this was completely natural.
A small creature hovered over the ice and sleet. It was light blue, head shielded with an orange helmet that seemed oddly like a clutching hand. The thing's eyes were closed, but one had the sense that it was still watching with vigilance.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuxxxx," the pokémon uttered, a command that had the snover and abomasnow nearby gathering beneath it obediently. Staravia, buneary, even a half-frozen burmy appeared and were collected in a crowd beneath their leader. Uxie seemed to gaze at them all, though it did not open its eyes. Confident that none was missing, it raised its arms and held its two tails in front of itself like extra hands.
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-Greetings, my brethren. Thank you for coming at my call. We all here are eaters of flesh, whether plant or beast is our preference; may our gathering be bound by this similarity, whether our travel be limited to flight or crawl over Manistorhumi.
A threat has been given to us by a neighbouring tribe; the followers of our enemy, the Kantoian gods, have murdered one of our own.
-Gasps from the surrounding pokémon.
-Yes, they have truly been foolish. We must avenge this shameful murder, this betrayal of the sacred Border! Collect your families and meet at the edge; we shall march upon them and destroy them once and for all!
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Uxie soared into the sky, disappearing into thick, freezing clouds. The creatures below hissed and murmured to each other before going their separate ways. The promise of a fight was always met with mixed feelings, but all pokémon felt the same pride and eagerness for a chance to outsmart and kill one of their ancient racial enemies.
A delibird wheeled away overhead, unnoticed by the inhabitants of this cold land. It flapped back to the lands belonging to the Johtoians, eager to deliver the secrets it had gleaned from this enemy's council of war.
A beautiful sparkling blue bird dove in and out of the clouds, flying in the opposite direction; there was no way that the Sinnohians could surprise their enemy now, with one of the Kantoian Gods knowing their plans.