A.N.: Sorry it's been so long - the reason's on my profile. Here, all characters are mentioned, although most have little part to play. Also, there is an extra part at the bottom, which is part of the story, but not... You'll see what I mean when you get there. Small amount of language near the bottom, but it's not too bad, and I'm almost certain most of you have heard the word before.
Lastly, we shall introduce a very important person here - the voice of the narrator (is someone, but no telling yet). He has sections to himself.
Ok, here it goes... (sorry about spellings - checker died)
Ash walked into the room, smiling happily to himself. Then he saw the screen, "Oh."
"Oh indeed - they seem to be in need of some help,"came Misty's worried reply.
By now, a crowd had gathered around the screen, watching the action. The energy students had arrived first, having been let out of class by Mahira - Pokeathlete Ally King was the first, a seventeen year old girl with crimson hair, tied in a pony tail, and strong, pained hazel eyes. She stood silently to one side, whilst the others gazed on.
Adam, a sixteen year old with short, brown hair, spiked all around, followed her, his deep brown eyes searching for someone to talk to. On his baggy white shirt, he wore the orange badge of the energy trainer.
Behind him came Jane and Scott. They had been together for longer than S.A.W.D. had existed, and never left the others sight. The latter had a desert tan, showing him to be from Orre, and short, dirty-blonde hair. His blue eyes rested on his girlfriend's, also blue. Jane's hair was straight, brown, and came down to her mid-back. It shone with endless care and washing.
Cory, the last member of energy so far, followed them in, keeping away from the main group. Her eyes, which radiated form green to black, were fixed on the screen, ready to take note of the fight that was taking place - after all, someone had to win. Her slight fringe did not impair her eye-sight; maroon hair (which many have called the colour of blood) swept down to her waist.
"Ok, clear off. There's nothing to see here!" Misty tried to make them go, but still they came.
The spaces and times, having no teacher yet, arrived shortly afterwards. Between the two groups, there were only four present, two boys and two girls; Travis (called TK), with light brown hair and brown eyes, was standing next to Michael, 17, with spiky black hair and red eyes. Kallen Angela Phoenix, the 18 year old time guardian, was making herself busy, whilst the 18 year old space ranger, Mori, tried to talk to her. Kallen's black eyes and hair was very different to Mori's green eyes and pale brown hair. Both wore it loose and shoulder length, but that was about as far as the similarities went.
"Look, I'm busy. Will you please all get out of the control room?"Misty asked once more, internally punching herself, "Hey, where's Kurogasa? Did Lakiya send him somewhere?"
Kurogasa was, currently, the only member of matter. The lack of his blue, friendly eyes, and brown, slightly spiked, hair, made Misty wonder where he was.
"Oh no,"Michael said, "I saw him in the training room. Miss Lakiya wouldn't let him out."
Misty looked slightly puzzled as to why the blonde woman would keep the boy captive, but shrugged it off. She knew very little about the four girls who, for want of a better phrase, ran the place. Of course, technically, she and Ash were in charge, but they could do what they wished, when it boiled down to it.
"Well, that answers that question. How's Ira getting on?"asked Ash. Everyone stared at him.
"Can you see the screen?"
"Yes. A girl who..."he stopped for a moment, "Oh - that's Ira."
Sarcastic clapping followed.
'And at that moment, the world blinked. In that single moment that their eyes were shut, something happened - something that would irreversibly seal their fate for eternity. In that single moment, the future was re-written - both for better and for worse in one. What exactly happened shall not be told - not yet - but it changed the hearts of the men and pokemon that were still free from the evils, giving them strength and courage anew. In that moment, the legends once again stepped into the spotlight - and went to war.'
"Um... Ira?"Bruce asked.
"Yes?"she asked.
"Where did all those grunts go, and what's with the dress?"
Ira looked down, to see herself dressed in a deep, aqua dress. It had straps, rather than sleeves. The skirt came down to her feet, and then just hung, a few milimeters above the ground. There was a circlet of silver upon her head. A thin belt was around her waiste - a belt of brown leather. Daggers were slotted into this, but there was a severe lack of pokeballs.
"Oh my word... What am I doing in this?"
"I think that's what the guy just asked you,"commented Shane, "Although it does seem strange..."
"Well, I know this is my dress for duty - but this is ridiculous!"
'In truth, Ira did know why she was wearing the dress, but knew that now was not the time to say. It was a sign of what was to come, and struck fear into her heart. She knew that her time was growing short, and that, soon, justice was to be served.'
"What duty?"asked Bruce, pretending it was said for Shane's sake; in truth he had forgotten.
"You know - the one where, as a priestess of time, I run around for three hours before even the sun is up, 30 minutes at lunch, an hour as the sun is setting and two at midnight."
"Oh, THAT duty."
"Signora?"
Everyone turned. Zack was standing, but his eyes glowed purpley pink.
"Yes?"asked Ira, hesitantly.
"The dark one... He comes, Signora,"Zack said, with a thick, Italian accent.
"He doesn't talk like that,"Shane whispered to Ira.
She glared at him, as if to say 'I know - shut up.'
"The dark one... Who is he?"she asked, now more confident in herself.
"The one for whom the evils come,"the boy shuddered violently.
"Enough - time to move, boys. Thankyou for your warning, Mewtwo."
"Sei il benvenuto, signyora." Zack's eyes returned to normal, as he dropped to the floor. Ira caught him as he fell.
"You ok?"she asked, quietly.
Zack shuddered slightly, thinking she was one of the U.A.W.D.
"It's fine, Zack - she's for us, not against us,"said Shane, hastily, "And what the heck do you mean by 'Mewtwo'?"
"Not really... I... I don't think I can walk,"his eyes tried to hide the fear, "Please don't leave me here..."
"No chance of that one,"said Shane, "If they leave you, they leave me, and that's one wasted rescue mission."
Ira swallowed a laugh, "Don't worry - I'll carry you. But we need to be quick."
"There's nothing to see anyway. No point sightseeing, unless you want to head to Cyrus' private library."finished Bruce. Bruce leaned close to her, and whispered, "I knew we should fight our way through. How can we be fast if you're piggy-backing him?"
Ira smiled sadly, blinking tears from her eyes - tears which pleaded for mercy - and helped Zack to stand. No one understood those tears then. She wiped her eyes, then lifted Zack gracefully onto her back and, telling him to hold tight, began to run, eyes squinted tightly. Bruce and Shane struggled to keep up.
"Um... Excuse me?"asked Zack, whilst they were running.
"Yes?"Ira replied, biting her lip.
"What happened to me?"
She stopped for a moment. Shane noticed in time, and stopped to, but Bruce ran straight into him.
"The poison has made you a host,"she replied simply.
"A what?"asked Zack, even more confused than before.
"A host - all sorts of being can inhabit the body of a host - both good and evil. Normally displaced minds, but sometimes something more. In your case, it seems like Mewtwo decided to inhabit your mind for a while. That, in turn, has cemented the two of you together - nothing else can enter your mind now,"she explained, slowly.
Shane turned to look, "But surely..."
"The tablet? That was simply to stop the evils finding you first, so that you would be linked to a legendary instead,"Ira looked at Bruce, who had just opened his mouth, "To turn the legendaries evil, they had to kick them out of their own minds, and let one of the evils inhabit it instead. It can be reversed, of course. Most things can."
"Wait... So a legendary pokemon will come and live - part time - in my mind. That's cool, isn't it?"asked Shane, looking slightly pleased.
"No. It's not cool. The legendaries are more annoying than you could possibly know. I can only speak of a few of them, but, between us, we all agree that none make the best mind-mates."
"So, what's wrong with them?"
"MORI!"everyone shouted, quickly deciding that that had been the one part of the conversation they had wanted to hear.
"Oops, sorry!"she said, having sat on the southern button
*Backtrack to just before the blinking - southern button.*
"And so, I said to Ira, 'what's wrong with Uxie' - and she said 'what's not?'"Chaos laughed as she spoke, skipping toward the park, Cleo next to her.
"So what were the legendaries like? You seem to know them well."
"Well, not all of them, but I can tell you what I know, and have heard." Chaos cleared her throat, "My opinions first - Articuno is a snobby little girl. Zapdos is an adoring, lovesick teenage boy. Latios is REALLY protective of his sister - and always going on about her. Latias is always going on about how brave her brother is, and is completely dependant on him..."
'Am NOT!'came the voice of Latias into her mind. Chaos mentally stuck out her tounge in reply.
"... Rayquaza is a self-centred celebity. Deoxys is completely random and impossible to follow. Jirachi seems to have very little intelligence - thinking that a 'combee' is a fire type. Mespirit is has NO sense of humour and Rotom has too much of one,"Chaos breathed deeply, "Now, Mahira says that Moltres is a bitchy bird brain. Raikou is a hyper-active teenager. Entei is as stubborn as a goat. Ho-Oh thinks of himself as superior to all. Azelf is... What did she say again?... a 'food loving maniac'. Dialga is a highly stung woman, who believes strongly she is in the wrong group. Heatran is... How do I put this whilst still keeping it t rated... very keen to use her femenine charms (A.N.: If you don't get my idea, it's not my place to explain). Oh, and Arceus... the female control freak."
"Ok, ok! I get the picture!"laughed Cleo.
"Don't you want to hear about the others? We're still a little way from the park."
"Go on then. I have nothing better to say, although plenty of things I could."
"Layika's opinion is that the four regies are beeping idiots - literally beeping, that is. Groudon is slobby idiot who refuses to learn. Palkia... I get the impression that he is much like Dialga - except he has temper issues. When's he's angry... What did she say now... I remember; he's as cruel as our opponent, but on our side. As likely to attack his own teammates as the opponent, however. Girantina is far too formal for this day and age, acting much like a medieval princess. Shaymin is obsessed by toffees - don't ask. Oh, and celebii is an argumentative little snitch."
"Sounds like fun,"smiled Cleo.
"Oh, but it is. You should see what Ira has to put up with - There's mew, the flirty, childish lady - not as bad as Heatran, mind you, but bad none the less. Mewtwo is... an intelligent Italian, who always has message - most often warnings of doom. Suicune is headstrong, and impossible to hold back. Lugia... imagine Mahira's description of Arceus, but without the power, male, and more violent. Kyogre obsevivly cleans everything she comes near, and Uxie spends her entire life singing. Badly. Then there's Darkrai - nice enough guy, if you find the white one, but black will eat you alive and grey could do either. Prolem is, only Ira can tell the difference by looking, and only has any form of control over Mr White - the nice one with the habit of scaring people, and the one that U.A.W.D. has got. Cresselia is so shy that she never speaks, except in dire circumstances. Lastly, there's manaphy - the three year old who believes that the soul purpose of life - anyone's life - is to do jigsaws with him. Sweet, but can get annoying."
Cleo stopped for a moment, "But surely all the legendaries are being held captive?"
"Sort of. Their minds have been pushed out, and left to wander. Unfortunatly, that means that every now and again a random legendary from our groups pops up in our minds - sometimes saying something useful, and sometimes not."
Chaos turned to Cleo. Cleo's head was tipped slightly to one side, "How come we're at the park already? And what are you wearing?"
True enough, they were at the park. Chaos looked down at herself, and gasped. Just like Ira, this was her ceremonial outfit. However, it was different to the previous one. She wore a single piece of white cloth, wrapped around her like a loose toga. Her right shoulder, and side of her chest, was uncovered, whilst the loose fabric was pinned behind her, comming down only to her knees. She had no shoes on, but two purple rings around her left foot, and wider ones on both wrists. From the wrists came two long ribbons of pale cloth, as well as some strings with leaf-shaped charms on them.
"Do you have a spare pair of shoes?"Chaos asked, "I hate walking in bare feet."
Cleo shook her head, "Nope."
'And so it has begun.'Latias' voice echoed in Chaos' mind.
'What has?'
'You know what - think about it.'
'Oh. That.'Chaos' mind sounded most unimpressed. She had clicked, just like Ira...
"So, would that guy over there be the person we're looking for?"asked Cleo, pointing to a boy sitting under a tree. We know this boy as Maikeru.
Chaos walked up to him, "Um, hi, I'm Chaos Sora, from S.A.W.D. Space commander, er... what was the other one... Oh, and High Space Priestess."
The boy looked at her, eyes squinted slightly, but said nothing.
"So... Do you want to join?"she asked, smiling innocently.
Maikeru looked at her in disbelief, "You... want me?"
"Why would I not want you?"came her reply.
He looked to the ground, a slight tear in his eye, "Nobody wants me."
"Well, we do, so are you comming?"Chaos replied, standing with her arms folded, 'Latias'
'Yep!'
'Come and get us!'
Latias swooped down from the sky, as Cleo and Maikeru looked in amazement.
"WOW!"shouted Cleo, starting to run around in circles, Bubbles in tow, "We're riding Latias!"
Maikeru looked at Chaos, and nodded slowly. Chaos smiled in reply, and jumped onto her legendary's back. Cleo jumped immediatly behind her. Maikeru hesitated slightly, hoping against hope that not everyone was as forward, or young, as these two girls. What Chaos was doing as a commander, he knew not, but he was wanted.
Misty turned to Ash, expecting him to say something. That he did, but it wasn't useful; "Well, they don't need help any more."
"Yes, and they just showed off Latias to the entire city."she snapped, ignoring the strange looks from the other members.
Ash shrugged, "It was already common knowledge."
Just then, Chaos stuck her head around the door, "We're back! Ira wants a meeting in ten. Ash, Misty - be there."
Ash looked behind him, "Well, you heard her - let's do this!"
"Ash."Misty sounded most unimpressed.
Mahira stared at the mirror in disbelief. Her ginger hair had, by some miracle, tidied itself, and was now lying loose down her back. On her head, she wore what looked sort of like a helmet, but made of a golden triangle, folded over her head, and set with an emerald. She wore a tight-fitting red suit, made of lire. It came down to her ankles, and had two straps for sleeves - tied behind her neck. She wore matching gloves, and splayed boots, which came up to her knees.
'Azelf?'
'Yes?'
'What the heck's happening?'
'Can't you work it out?... Do you know where I put my cookies?'
'No and no.'
'Oh...'
Mahira stopped for a moment, before running toward where she knew Lakiya would be.
Lakiya met her in the corridor. The former had her golden hair clipped, to keep the fringe out of her eyes. She wore what seemed to be a bikini, but was made out of green-coloured kevlar. On her feet were high boots, brown in colour. The clip was golden, and decorated with an emerald.
"Ok, what the heck's going on?"Mahira asked.
"Can't you tell, weasel?"sneered the other.
Mahira rubbed her fist in the palm of her hand, begging herself not to loose control, "No." Her teeth were gritted.
"Well, then, ask Azelf. I have better things to be doing - like finding that last newbie,"Lakiya stormed off, stiletto heels clicking on the polished floor.
As she watched her cousin leave, "Crap." She had suddenly realised what was happening.
'So, I hear that some of you are curious about the categories. I know I was when I first heard. I cannot tell you much now - I am only learning myself - but here it goes.
'Firstly, the categories are called Time, Space, Matter and finally Energy. These names, however, are little to do with the roles - they are translations of a more ancient language than our own - the words themselves are unknown.
'These categories are also the names of the units at S.A.W.D..
'Into these categories, the pokemon types are split as follows: Time: water, psychic, fighting, ice and dark; Space: Flying, normal and dragon; Matter: ground, rock, bug, grass and poison; energy: fire, steel, electric and ghost. In these types, all things are combined.
'The legendaries can also be split into categories. Time: Mew, Mewtwo, Suicune, Lugia, Kyogre, Manaphy, Uxie, Darkrai, Cresselia.
'Space: Articuno, Zapdos, Latios, Latias, Rayquaza, Deoxys, Jirachi, Mespirit, Rotom
'Matter: Regirock, Regice, Registeel, Groudon, Palkia, Girantina, Shaymin, Regigigas
'And Energy: Moltres, Raikou, Entei, Ho-Oh, Dialga, Heatran, Arceus
'Now for a little bit of history. In the beginning, there was an egg. From that egg came the one who shaped the pokemon world with her thousand arms. People say that the other eggs came from that one, but they do not know. In the beginning, there were 35 eggs, floating around in nothing. But where did the eggs come from? I'm sure you can work out what hatched from them. The answer - there was something; someone else there first. What was that something? I know not - but something laid the eggs.
'Many thousands of years before our time, warriors of power never matched since fought alongside pokemon, not men, in a boldly war for supremacy. Many lives were lost on both sides; people wonder why Girantina is the legendary in charge of the dead, well, there's your answer. The men wondered why these warriors, four in total, fought for pokemon, and not for their own race. The war lasted for 15 long years, before the pokemon finally won. Then, to the surprise of the human race, they went back to their fields and caves - even helping humans, when their aid was required. That day, the humans understood. The warriors had fought for a world where men and pokemon could live in peace - and they had foreseen that, had the humans won, pokemon would of been enslaved to their bidding. For eternity.
'The men of the time went to find these warriors, to thank them for the happieness they had bought. But they only found the one, seated alone on the grass - a boy sitting next to her, and 9 legendaries gathered around her feet. The warrior was crying bitter tears, the boy - her brother - trying to comfort her. When the men approached, the group fled, all in separate directions. Not realising, they followed the warrior.
'The warrior ran up a mountain - not slowing once - tears still flowing fast from her eyes. Upon the mountain, at the very summit, the men saw - to their horror - the other three warriors. One had an arrow through their heart, gasping for air- one was bleeding to death, from the wounds they had sustained in the war, lieing sliently, her eyes shining with fear. The third - she was sitting perfectly still - A boy was looking worridly at her; the men noticed a gash across her cheak, oozing purple and green slime. All 35 legendaries had gathered upon that mount, and glared down the men. The two boys were accompanied by two others - the four brothers of the warriors they were. Their was no-one to comfort the brothers of the dieing, rather they sat, empty eyes, pleeing to the men with unspoken words. It was obvious who they blamed for the deaths they saw.
'The legendaries turned from the men, and gathered around their warriors. The brother of the still one shouted aloud, promising to return to take revenge on evil. The legendaries silenced the rest of his outcry, then turned inwards. In one fluid movement, they were gone. The men stared at the empty summit. All that was there now was the blood of the fallen. The men paced back to their village - heads hung in shame. Their race had killed the warriors - there was no doubt about it. The ooze was evidently poison, and the other two could not be healed. The last... the chances were she would kill herself, to be with her sisters.
'But as the tale passed into legend, and then into myth, things were forgotten - parts were lost - until all that was left was that which we still remember - that the legends shall return, and with them bring justice.'
Hopefully that cleared some stuff up for you.
Question time!
1) Who is the narrator?
2) What is this meeting about?
3) What is going on?
4) (forgot it last time) Their mountain? How can you own a mountain?
5) Who's hosting who? (I've already decided, but lets see if anyone can guess)
6) Where is everyone else from the anime? Surely they should be helping.
Once again, sorry. The reason for the updating is on my profile. (I LOVE the weekend now!)