AN: Thanks for reading this far! We've been to the past, we've come to the present, and now we're going to go in the really deeeeep past - bear with me, I time-jumped a lot while writing this XD I tried to write it in the proper order but it just didn't work, the beginning scenes were just so long and boooooring ; - ; So, we time jump! Hope you don't get motion sickness. XP As always, enjoy!
Disclaimer: *sings* IIIIIIIIII DON'T OWN NOTHIIIIIIIING! BUT I REAAAAAALLLLY DON'T OWN THIIIIIIS! *ahem* Please, continue.
Greenfire Island, five hundred years ago, ten years before Mystic Cave
"Come on, Lapras!" Dialga hopped up and down on Lapras's back in excitement. "We're going to miss story time!"
"I'm swimming as fast as I can!" Lapras said, rocking her body playfully. Sea water sprayed up into the twin's faces. Wingull and Pelipper flew out over the ocean ahead of them, crying joyfully.
The sea water was a cerulean blue, matching the sky above them. White puffy clouds drifted lazily across the sky, but not Lapras.
"Faster!" Dialga squeaked.
Palkia tried to lick some of the water droplets in their wake.
The small white twins were only seven years old. The one thing that made their tiny bodies unique was their blue and pink veins, which were on the outside and could be seen clearly.
"We're almost there. I can see the island now." Lapras said, her dark eyes gazing out into the sea. She was moving fast enough so that her light blue flippers skimmed across the calm waters neatly.
"Are we going to be late?" Palkia, the twin with the pink veins, asked. He was Dialga's elder by five minutes.
"I'm sure we'll get there with plenty of time." Lapras had long taken charge of babysitting the twins, which meant long rides out at sea on her back. The twins would be amused for hours out there, watching the Wingull and Pelipper and trying to imitate their calls. Their afternoons would be spent with many laughs and a few attempts to drink slat water, which never ended well.
Lapras loved the twins as if they were her own children. Usually they would stay out until sunset, watching the beautiful colors turn the fluffy clouds pink and yellow and the water orange with sunlight. But not tonight. Tonight was a Friday night, which meant it was a story night; the night when Uncle Dragonite, their mother's brother, told them old legends and stories. The stories could captivate the twins for almost as long as the sea could.
Every Saturday the twins would invent a new game based off of last night's story. Lapras would always end up the villain of the story or their grand ship, and sometimes even both. Lapras was always happy to be a part of their game and take them wherever they wanted to go.
"We're here!" Dialga squealed. "What time is it?"
Lapras checked the position of the sun as she slowed down. "6:30. We're just in time."
Lapras entered the 'water walk', a series of passages that the ocean water ran through. The water walk went from one end of the island to the other and all through the middle. The twin's parents had built the water walk for Lapras so she could get around the island easier and look after the twins. Occasionally the water walk would lead into a small pool of water so the twins could swim with Lapras on the hot days and slid on the ice in the cool days. Their parents had made sure to leave plenty of island untouched so as not to disturb the land Pokemon, and so far the setup had worked just fine for everyone.
After years of swimming through the canals, Lapras knew all the routes by heart. She expertly maneuvered through the water walk, taking the easy route home. The sun was just starting to set, so Lapras could barely see the colors start to tint the water pale orange.
Lapras slowed down as the house came into view. She stopped at the boardwalk and lined up her body against the side.
"We're home!" Dialga jumped off Lapras's back and sprinted towards the house with Palkia close behind. "Wait for me!" His brother shouted. Lapras smiled and backed up, swimming around to the side of the house to poke her head into the window made just for her.
"Uncle Dragonite! Uncle Dragonite!" Lapras watched as both twins jumped on their uncle.
"Why, hello there, my boys! Where have you been?" Uncle Dragonite scooped up Dialga and Palkia in a big hug, cautiously sniffing them. "Out at sea, I believe," he said with a wink.
"I brought them home just in time for dinner." Lapras winked back at him.
"Aw, dinner? We want a story!" Palkia whined.
"Yeah, one with buried treasure!" Dialga agreed with his twin.
"No, I'm afraid you'll have to wait a little longer, boys." Aunt Kangaskhan entered the family room, a pink apron draped over her pouch.
"Aunt Kangaskhan! What are you doing here?" Lapras smiled at her old friend. Aunt Kangaskhan wasn't actually their aunt, just a good friend of the twin's mother. Occasionally, she cooked dinner when the twin's parents weren't home, and sometimes took over babysitting when it got too late.
"They went out late tonight," Aunt Kangaskhan said, referring to the twin's parents. Lapras nodded in recognition. They often had to work late.
Palkia's stomach growled. "I'm hungry," he said, putting a hand on his tummy.
His brother nudged him. "No, you're not. You want to hear a story," Dialga reminded him.
"Oh, right. No dinner, we want to hear a story!" He said to everyone, which got a few laughs.
"After dinner," Aunt Kangaskhan said firmly, picking up both twins and carrying them into the kitchen. Palkia offered no resistance.
"What wonderful nephews I have." Uncle Dragonite stood and stretched. "It's too bad they can't be with their parents more often. There's a lot they can learn from their old papa."
"Yes." Lapras smiled thoughtfully. "I often wonder what keeps them from home so much."
"Didn't they ever tell you what they do for a living?" Uncle Dragonite asked, one eyebrow raised. "I suppose not. It's just like my sister to do something like that."
"Like what?"
"Well, I can't tell you without their permission, but let's just say that their job is . . . unusual." Uncle Dragonite winked at Lapras, and she couldn't tell whether he was serious or if this was one of his stories. She winked back anyway, as though they were sharing a joke.
"Done!" They both heard the shout before they saw the shouter. Dialga bolted into the loving room, a small blue streak. "I'm finished with dinner! Can we hear a story now?" He asked eagerly, eyes sparkling.
Uncle Dragonite let out a jolly laugh. "We have to wait for your brother first!"
"He doesn't wanna hear," Dialga said with a nod.
"I do too!" Palkia shouted from the kitchen.
"Sorry, kid." Uncle Dragonite rubbed Dialga on the head. "You'll just have to wait a little longer."
"Aw, alright," Dialga sighed.
It didn't take much longer for Palkia to finish, and soon they were both sitting on the floor in front of Uncle Dragonite's old olive green chair.
"Now, what kind of story did you say you wanted to hear?"
"One about buried treasure!" Dialga said, and Palkia agreed.
"Buried treasure . . . Hm . . ." Uncle Dragonite snapped his claws. "I've got it! An old legend that my friend once told me. . ."
Lapras settled down outside, comfortably leaning her head against the window frame. Dialga and Palkia huddled next to each other, eyes wide, and even Aunt Kangaskhan sat in the chair opposite to Uncle Dragonite to listen.
"Long, long ago, two very powerful Pokemon created the world," Uncle Dragonite began. "One was a deep colbat, with fins as big as waves and a tail like ribbons. He was said to have the power to control the sea, and his name was Kyogre.
"The other one was a dark crimson color, with claws big enough to crush mountains and a large, flat tail that swept away cities as he walked. He was said to have the power to create mountains and volcanoes, and his name was Groudon. The two Pokemon created the world, with Kyogre raising the sea and Groudon raising the land."
"So what happened?" Palkia asked.
"Where's the treasure?" Dialga added.
"I'm getting to that part. Now, where was I? Oh, yes, they made the world." Uncle Dragonite started the story again. "Now, you see, Kyogre and Groudon started to fight."
"Why?" Both twins asked at the same time.
"Because Kyogre made more sea than Groudon made land, and Groudon thought it was unfair. He wanted there to be more land. Kyogre didn't like that Groudon had started pushing his water away, so they started to fight. Both Pokemon were extremely powerful, and it started to upset the balance of nature."
"The balance of nature? What's that?" Palkia asked.
"It's the order of life. Things live, things die. That's the way it is." Uncle Dragonite nodded to himself. "So, the balance of nature was upset, and the way of life changed. Life was no longer a mission to find happiness or to make others happy. It was a battle to survive.
"Then Groudon saw the land Pokemon in despair and agony, you he deiced to end the fight, once and for all."
"What did he do?" Dialga asked, eyes wide.
"He created the ultimate weapon to defeat Kyogre and end the war: a gemstone. Using the powers of the earth, he created a powerful gemstone that gave him infinite strength and amazing powers beyond what his volcanoes could do."
Uncle Dragonite chuckled. "Then he lost it. He dropped it deep into the depths of the world and never found it again."
"Just like that?" Palkia asked.
"Just like that. Groudon was outraged that he had lost his ultimate weapon and took out his wrath on Kyogre. They battled for days, lost in their rage and hatred. Eventually, they were too exhausted to continue. Kyogre sank into the depths of the sea and fell into a deep sleep. Groudon took rest in his deepest volcano, also falling into a deep sleep. Neither were awaked for over ten thousand years, and rumor has it that they're still asleep today."
Mystic Cave Pit, ten years later
Palkia stared open-mouthed at the broken shards of the Gem of Power, watching them fade from ruby red to dull gray.
"You fool! What have you done?" Palkia hissed as Dialga sat up and rubbed the back of his head. "They're losing their power!" He jumped from Lapras's back and knelt next to the jagged pieces, reaching out to grab them.
"Palkia, don't!" Dialga yelled. He jumped up and tackled him from the side. "You don't know what kind of power they still have in them! Look at what they made you do just by looking at the-"
Dialga cut himself off as Palkia turned over, his shoulder bleeding. Sticking out from the side was a jagged piece of gemstone.
"Palkia, what-"
The broken piece was still fading to dull gray. It became almost black, then it stopped. Dialga breathed a sigh of relief. It had lost it's power; it wasn't going to hurt his twin.
"Palkia," he said gently, reaching out to his brother. "We need to get that out of your shoulder before-"
"Before what?" Palkia snapped, looking his brother in the eyes. His pupils were bright red.
Dialga stumbled back. "Your eyes!"
Palkia grinned.
The crystal embedded in his shoulder flared to life, a vibrant red once more. Palkia's arm jerked and his eyes widened with shock, pupils blood red. He rose into the air with a rosy sheen-
"Palkia!" Dialga screamed.
That's when he discovered that one of the shards had impaled his arm.
In a flash, Dialga understood what had happened. When he had tackled Palkia, his arm must have accidentally brushed the shards of gemstone underneath his twin's shoulder, impaling himself in the process.
They were both infected, and it was all his fault.
More intenseness! Yay! I'm making that an official word now! XD Please review if you liked!