Giratina's Anecdote Chapter 4: Monster.
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Giratina sat at the entrance of its temporary home, its thick hide absorbing as many ultra violet rays that it possibly could; Oh the blessed Sun! How the egocentric god has missed it! It was fortunate to have found this dark, damp cave that was located just outside the forest. Regrettably, Giratina had to "back track" to find it, thus regressing the progress it made in its impromptu journey. Peculiarly The Renegade did not excessively fret over the fact that it sacrificed the advancement of its assigned voyage for the adorable fairy still asleep, lying on its back in its own puddle of drool and an innocent, blissful smile on its face.
Giratina looked back at the nauseatingly cute abomination, feeling its eye twitched at the concentrated innocence that seemed to radiate off of the round, pink creature that was so blissfully oblivious to the world. The Fallen One could not help but hate it. It hated this child, this youngling that probably wouldn't hurt a Beautifly. Why, you ask? How can anyone hate this adorable creature that brightened the area with its cuteness? Simple, Giratina hated it for being naïve, not yet haunted by the horrors of life that still plagues Giratina's dreams. How dare it! How dare it! The temerity! This fat, pink creature dares to be happy when Giratina was so miserable?
It was miserable because of its ostracism by the very subjects that once adored it, the traitorous fuckers. Compounding upon that unadulterated misery was the brutal punishment delivered by its own father after committing genocide, a genocide born out of love. Does love not forgive all sins?
The Renegade still remembers falling into the dark abyss that was the Distortion World, its hungry chops opening as it greedily gobbled up the ruler of Antimatter. After its howl of anger and betrayal, the Giratina of old died in the cold reaches of the dark world and a new Giratina was born out of the putrid emotion called hatred. Despite the frigid temperatures it was not cold but numbness and hot. Giratina felt molten rocks flowing through its veins because it was nothing but a being born of abhorrence and treachery, not the love it was first forged in.
All it felt (and forever will feel) was the smoldering sensation of rage. A rage that took its breath away, that would have surely suffocated it if it required air to survive. It was there, coiling in the dark trenches of its stomach, of its soul, waiting to be unleashed upon the world once again.
They will all pay. This I swear.
Still, Giratina remembers a time before it was "The Renegade Pokémon", before it was an anti-social being brimming with an eternal, ever-consuming flame called wrath that constantly threatened to overcome it, to make Giratina a medium for destruction. The epoch when every Pokémon knew and worshipped its glorious name: "Giratina! Giratina!" They venerated it endlessly as it flew over the young lands and Pokémon. When it was loved and hailed by all despite its (sometimes) harmless pranks and its natural inclination towards mischief originating from its Ghost type characteristics. There was a contrast there, between the Giratina of the present and of the past. Giratina saw it, the juxtaposition as clear as day, a bitter Satan versus a proud angel and a despondent monster against a Pokémon with a sharp tongue, a sunny disposition towards life and an indelible penchant for mischief.
Oh Giratina! How you have fallen from grace, banished from the earthly realm, the pearly gates of heaven forever shut! A Genocide fabricated from the holy emotion called love. However, genocide is murder and murder is a great sin. There will be no forgiveness until repentance, but then, does a monster repent? Oh Giratina, how I weep for you, my child! Once the greatest, most talented and brilliant creature to have ever walked the lands and soared through the blue perpetual sky! Where are you, my dearest Giratina? Where are you amongst this creature bristling with the odium it was forged out of?
The said Pokémon shivered inexplicably and looked to the Sun, but the brilliance of the celestial object was blocked by the Cumulus Nimbus clouds and a shadow fell upon the Earth as the world screamed at Giratina, forever the Cursed One. The god remembers when the Earth sung its name on high, when the name Giratina rolled off of the Earth's tender lips in harmony with Arceus', Palkia's and Dialga's titles.
The newly formed world was their oyster, their home, their battlefield.
The Devil remembered abusing its dimensional abilities to drag innocent Pokémon to alternate realities where Pokémon didn't exist, dinosaurs still roamed the Earth, where the ensnared Pokémon itself didn't exist because of a lost parent and so forth. Once, Giratina even transported an Onix to an Earth completely covered in water because of the melting of the ice caps. That was not an enjoyable experience for either of them; the water heavily weighed it down with tremendous pressure as it flapped its ghostly wings to stop itself and the Onix, whose tail was in its mouth, from sinking to the apparent infinite depths below. The Onix was wriggling not unlike that of a worm in its panic making it exceptionally hard to drag the dumb thing to the portal just a few meters away above the surface to transport them back to their respective Pokémon universe. Giratina, true to its stubbornness didn't give up even as the tail tasting of dirt slipped out of its mouth due to the large, rocky serpent's frantic struggling and it received an Iron tail for its trouble. Eventually, the Onix lost consciousness (finally!) allowing Giratina to drag him back into the wormhole, the doorway to the life as they perceived it. The Onix lived to die another day.
The ruler of dimensions excluding that of Time and Space was never overly cruel though and immediately returned the helpless Pokémon back to the Pokémon realm when it was clear that they were clearly overwhelmed, constantly in a state of constant panic or rage. Then, it would proceed to entreat Uxie to erase the Pokémon's memories and choose a next target therefore restarting the interminable cycle.
Tampering with the lives of individuals to see how they would react to varied settings. Giratina snorted in derision, childish, though admittedly scholarly. That made it no less inconsiderate, however. Nonetheless, many Pokémon still revered it against their better judgement, even going as far as to actually join The Renegade's campaign to destroy the humans, a very grave threat to its peace, to its family; it could not allow such a disparaging, wasteful species to thrive or Giratina fears for the world's inevitable destruction. This was all before it was punished in all encompassing darkness however; it recalled the searing pain that turned its magnificent brain to mush. Giratina's wings began to shake as it remembered rays of light approaching it rapidly, remembered its internal organs attempting to continue operating in tandem as it was continually beaten down by its own master and oh god it couldn't breathe and why couldn't it breathe?
Why has its mouth suddenly become filled with iron? Will it ever breathe again?
Will it ever know the feeling of cool air moving down its windpipe once again? Or is it everlastingly destined to feel the blood travelling down its throat, choking, choking, forever suffocating on its own life fluid. Father please make it stop! I now know the error of my ways, absolve me from my suffering! Surely death is less cruel than this!
Just as it felt its body about to succumb to its heinous wounds, Giratina blinked its red eyes and it was no longer in the Hall of Origins in front of the court for its trial addressing a crime that was committed out of love. Unsullied love, the only type of love it could deliver with its cold but tender heart. Instead it was on its side situated on the cold, remorseless floor of the damp and dreary cave, it ghostly wing crushed between the floor and the near two thousand pounded behemoth. When and how did it get on the floor? The six legged dragon rolled onto its feet before rising to its altered but towering height of fourteen feet. So towering, in fact, Giratina had to bend its long neck to fit in this cramped space, its wings to its side feeling every bit as old as it actually was.
Giratina was apprehensive and feared for its sanity, how could it not? This most recent fit was the strongest episode it has ever experienced, powerful enough to make the basilisk comatose! How much longer could it last before it acquiesce to the horrors of its own mind, will it soon here voices in the wind that aren't actually there, is it going mad? Giratina felt mentally unhinged, it felt hysterical and it didn't know whether to laugh at the absurdity of a god losing its wits or cry over the fact that it was so mentally feeble, so fragile that it would yield to the pain of its melancholy past, but it did neither. Instead opting to bow its head in sorrow and just for its amusement, imagine the epitaph for its sanity that would be written on its tomb: "R.I.P Satan's Sanity." It had a nice ring to it.
To think, despite its suffering, the world it helped create never knew of it. Nay, it didn't even register Giratina's name, only Dialga and Palkia, and the Lake Trio who have little to do with the actual creation of the Earth unlike Giratina who was lost in the stream of time, forever ancient history. However, Giratina was there when the Universe started, when Time started, when Space formulated and yet it was not even a horrific tale to keep the younglings from straying onto the wrong path anymore? It balanced Time and Space with the creation of its beautiful world, its prison that ran out of sync, opposite to the very world in which they reside and yet its name is a curse to never be uttered? When will someone call it by its name? When will Giratina be acknowledged for the great being it is? Why is it as reviled as pedophiles and rapists? Why dear reader, was it punished for committing a horrid act out of the very love it was forged out of. Is this its fate? To be forever alone in a world where no living souls resided in? Unloved? Unwanted?
However, why would they acknowledge a monster? The Renegade Pokémon was the boogieman, Satan, The Devil.
It wasn't a monster. It was the monster.
That was all they saw, all they thought until they contemplated about Giratina no more. The Devil was eventually erased from history, merely a bad dream to keep younglings on the straight and narrow path until it wasn't even that!
And now, when it was forced to fight this unknown, unidentified creature that defeated Arceus so solidly, so indisputably that, if it was to be honest, feared to meet on the battlefield and would try to avoid it as much as possible. Such a confrontation would not be advisable for the basilisk's health but Giratina couldn't imagine that the being would hand over Arceus' plates, objects that bestow the wielder with unimaginable power, out of the goodness out of its heart. But, then again, Giratina was no coward and so it hungrily anticipates the time when it would finally be able to release its pent up aggression in its entirety. The question is though, would it be enough? Can Giratina defeat a creature that completely trashed Arceus, the God of gods? The Original One? Death was most likely certain, but it would never know unless it tried. Why did Arceus choose it? Surely there are beings more physically prevalent and more intellectual than even as one such as it. Why not Lugia? Why not Mewtwo?
…because you are the only one that can.
The first thing Iggy saw when she opened her eyes was a lumbering, gargantuan creature with a dark face, a golden head crest, with huge wings that hilariously, easily dwarfed the diminutive creature's pink, spherical bodily ordained with three spikes on each wing. Also, rib cage like objects were on its chest, dark red stripes descending its underside, a long, wicked tail perfect for bludgeon and menacing red eyes that glowed eerily in the dark cave to perfect the picturesque depiction of the menacing creature.
Iggy fainted.
Giratina blinked a few times, and then tilted its head to the right in curiosity. Normally beings either screamed in fright, attacked in fear, or immediately went still with their eyes wide and dilating pupils in complete petrifaction. This creature did not do any such thing however, instead it simply…fainted. Giratina would have laughed if it wasn't thoroughly vexed, doesn't this ignorant creature understand its plight? Giratina has procrastinated long enough and it really had no time to entertain this… baby.
Impatiently, Giratina used its telepathic abilities to mentally rouse the child, its eyes glowing red in impatience: "Wake up child! I don't have all day! WAKE UP!" Giratina finally roared, a horrible sound contradicting its angelic, almost feminine voice. The Igglybuff got up onto its feet quickly, startled from its self induced coma, its short tuff of hair protesting against the sudden movement. It looked like it was going to make a repeat performance at the sight of the intimidating god looming in front of it; however Giratina immediately prevented such a thing by a mighty stomp of its massive, golden clawed foot that shook the cave ominously causing dirt and loose stalagmite stones to fall to the floor below thankfully missing the two Pokémon by quite a margin.
The Igglybuff stood there with its mouth agape rather comically by the show of brute strength and the towering creature that brazenly, unceremoniously awakened it. Giratina took one step forward; the Igglybuff broke out in cold sweat. Another step and the Igglybuff began shivering in fright. One final step and the Fairy began hyperventilating and suddenly the oxygen it was inhaling wasn't enough. Darkness appeared at the corner of the edges of her red eyes and as Giratina placed its large head closer towards the strange, panicking creature in obvious curiosity the Igglybuff finally lost it.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
The inhuman, heavenly shriek jolted the monster into stark reality as its analytical and sharp mind immediately identified the reason why she screamed and immediately assumed the thoughts running through the poor child's mind. The Igglybuff closed its eyes and covered its face with its stunted arms, its body trembling like a rubberized cemented building in a 9.5 scale earthquake. This pitiful sight should have evoked sympathy, but Giratina felt nothing.
"Please don't eat me!" the Fairy randomly shouted even as Giratina reclaimed its long neck to look down on the babe from a, hopefully, less imposing position.
"Fear not, child. No harm will befall you this day. This I sincerely promise." Giratina hoped it emulated compassion but comforting children was not its fort, where was Mew when you required his assistance?
Oh accursed one, the ancestor of all does not reside here, but in faraway lands within the Tree of Beginning, forever playing with ancient Pokémon in blissful peace despite his heavy burden. An area where you shan't reside, oh Accursed One! Behold! Yggdrasil still exists as a result of gallivant beings that shall be remembered until the end of time by the Pokémon that eats the fruits of the world tree! Is it not marvelous, oh Accursed One? Does it not entice you with promises of eternal contentment? Unfortunately, the pearly gates of heaven are forever closed on you, Accursed One!
Tentatively the Normal type Pokémon lowered her stubby arms and stared up at the being she once perceived a monster with awe, as if the mere thought of a draconic, foreboding creature like it refusing to eat her was incomprehensible. Maybe it was, but Giratina truly did not need sustenance. Water, food and slumber, they were all luxuries that the Creation Trio partook in, after all, there were other ways to gain energy.
"Really?" she asked skeptically, reluctant to adopt false hope. Giratina guffawed at the Igglybuff wiser beyond her years before replying jokingly mocking manner, "Yes child, you would most likely taste rather unappetizing anyway. Far too juicy for my taste! Why, you must have adipose tissue in spades! Surely you can understand that I need to watch my figure, but then, perfection of physiology does not seem to be very high on your list of…aspirations."
The acidic words tumbled through the Igglybuff's mind, something monotonous instead of the hectic occurrences that have become the norm in Giratina's life ever since Arceus unceremoniously arrived in its lair, its prison, its home. It was something familiar; the tongue lashing that was legendary among Legendaries, prominent whenever they invoked its wrath. No one was safe from its verbally vehement ire, not even this child, this pup that doesn't have an ounce of fur on her body.
The Igglybuff's face went woefully blank, a poker face that would have put Regice to shame. Then, in an unexpected flurry of motion, the Igglybuff latched onto its paw and wept. No…wailed the only way a baby knows how, deafening and full of emotion that it does not yet understand much less know how to contain. Giratina was no fool, it knew that the newborn couldn't have possibly understood the insult, only that she was, in fact affronted. So what ailed her? Something wasn't right, this entire situation smelt strongly like Margikarp, that is, fishy and no doubt concealing a sinister plot. Thinking about the horrors this young one was exposed to, the fear it undoubtedly experienced, wondering if she was going to die on that very day, Giratina's icy heart defrosted little by little until, nearly a millennium after Dawn's death, Giratina allowed itself to feel once more.
It wrapped is black, wispy wings around the vulnerable creature as she cried, Giratina's head bent low as it truly felt its age. The basilisk was certainly not the ideal creature to unload your woes unto, but Giratina was, for now, all she has right now in this cold, cruel world. Giratina will be a substitute for her parents who are so woefully absent… for now.
It took quite some time for her to regain control of herself, but when she did she shrugged off the incident unabashedly in a truly child-like fashion though she was much more open afterwards even going as far as to reveal her name, Iggy, and how she came to be in such a terrible state of affairs. Apparently the family of three was ambushed by three Garchomps and a Gabite one day and was separated. Iggy was ruthlessly hunted by the Garchomp and the Gabite before they managed to corner her.
Giratina was silent through the whole ordeal as the baby explained the situation as clearly as she could. But of course, it was quite ambiguous but Giratina managed to digest the important parts pertaining to the situation, and sagely ignored her when she included topics not pertaining to her explanation. Especially when she threw a temper tantrum as she remembered how the Staravia stole a berry that she was going to ravenously devour that day. Clearly she didn't realize that the berry wasn't what the Flying type Pokémon was after and Giratina didn't inform her either.
Getting a headache, Giratina cut the telepathic connection, however the baby speech the baby Pokémon was forced to revert to get her point across was almost as annoying. Giratina feared it was going to commit suicide out of sheer annoyance. Empowered by its sudden trepidation Giratina got up off the cave floor where it tried to smother itself with its wings (but then it realized it didn't need air) and sauntered to the entrance of the cave with Iggy shadowing its impressive footsteps that shook the Earth, dodging its tail that Giratina began to wag as it tried to "accidentally" knock the suddenly talkative child unconscious. Iggy didn't even pause for breath as it began bouncing on its body effectively evading every one of Girtatina's "blows" as she tirelessly continued her baby prattling. "This must be Arceus' true punishment, that egotistical bastard!"Giratina thought exasperatingly as it once again entered the forest with its new companion, does this creature ever breathe? She hasn't paused for breath once since her inane monologue began.
"Please Arceus! Kill me now, I beg of you! I repent! I entreat your forgiveness of my many sins, just please, allow me to pass through this day with my sanity wholly intact!" Giratina begged its parent quite dramatically. Iggy snickered unintentionally making her bouncing even more erratic before beginning another monologue, this time about the day she saw her parents "playing" in the bushes.
Giratina promptly bashed its head against the nearest, tallest and sturdiest tree it could find…Wigglytuffs weren't supposed to bend that way.
After the many hours of the most intense torture session the god has ever experienced they finally came upon blood. Lots of it, battle signs littered the area such as the trees that once stood tall and proud in the Sinnoh Forests were either sliced in half or uprooted, and the existence of large holes in the once immaculate ground. Also, the vicinity in which Giratina saved Iggy was not overly far from this area and by the Fairy's sudden silence and her ashen skin it was quite clear that this was the area in which her and in extension, her parents were ambushed. The poor thing looked like it was going to cry but Giratina studiously examined the claw marks that gutted the trees around them and easily deduced that they were indeed Garchomp's. Giratina adamantly followed the path of flat and clawed footprints until they ended pass the twentieth tree. Clearly they tried to escape but Garchomps are ruthless, quick, powerful and predatory creatures. They probably covered a short amount of distance, probably five meters as the footsteps instigated, before they were metaphorically dragged back to the Garchomps' base undoubtedly unconscious. The trail eventually grew cold however and Giratina was forced to stop the investigation.
Clearly they wouldn't find anything else here.
Satan turned around and walked to Iggy who seemed to be having a silent mental breakdown as she stared down at a particularly large splotch of red with wide, writhing eyes that seemed like they were going to jump out of Iggy's sockets at any moment. Blood, the transport medium of life, the precious liquid of all animals (Pokémon included). Giratina ignored the spilt red wine and asked the shell-shocked Igglybuff, "Child, we will find your parents as soon as possible, however to do that we may need to go on an… expedition of sorts." Iggy tilted her body to the right in confusion, temporarily disregarding the hypnotizing red stain on the ground. Then, she jumped as Giratina suddenly turned to its left and fired a whirlwind from its mouth that distorted the very space by which it travelled through and opened the doorway to another dimension. Its dimension, The Distortion World; Giratina was home.
Iggy looked at the portal dubiously but before she even opened her mouth to resist Giraina grabbed the Normal type Pokémon in its mouth invoking another panic attack, flung her onto its head and flew into the portal head first. Iggy's scream echoed throughout the Distortion World.
Giratina! You have grown…
Where is my son?
That's all Draco, the leader of the Gab tribe asked and for three long days… nothing. Despite the thousand strong military force, despite the countless scholars and messengers, there was absolutely no word of his son's, the prince's, whereabouts. On his throne that was big as his ego, surrounded by treasures that most humans could only dream of seeing, the Garchomp ruler, a cold man identified by the necklace crafted from silver that hung from his neck harboring a luscious purple stone of average size. He scraped his sharp claws on the armrest, creating a large gash a on it, the chair screaming in severe protest. This is madness! Is my dear, sweet boy alive or dead? Did he die a warrior's death or did he flee from a superior enemy like a coward? Both were improbable, Oujyo Doragon No was certainly no coward; he was the strongest male Garchomp in the whole colony and possibly the strongest Garchomp to have ever walked the lands. It was unanimously felt that he would accept the mantle of king in a few decades when he would have undoubtedly passed his father. As a result women fell at his feet and Men frequently challenged him to brutal battles only to meet a humiliating defeat. He has even defeated humans who wield the power of many Pokémon and tried to make the Prince a slave, to add his power to theirs. The mere thought made him sick and the chair shrieked in pain as he embedded his cutlasses further into the chair, a horrible screeching sound echoing in the dead throne room that was glowing despite the lack of a Sun as the throne room was located deep underground. This magnificent palace was found under a cave that may have been displaced during an Earthquake and thus was trapped underground for over a century. Humans were such skilled creatures, Draco had to admit. He wouldn't have thought of building such a place in a million years.
"Sir, we have found your son." Ezak, his most trusted advisor, others say that he gives Ezak too much leeway but then again, where would Draco be now without Ezak? Yes, Ezak can have all the leeway he pleases.
"Ah! The prodigal son has returned to his people! Come Ezak, let us greet my son and throw a banquet in his honor after he captured those pests that thought they could overthrow us, the superior race?! Ha! Never in this lifetime! We shall take what we want, mercy is for the weak and in this life, and only the strong survives!" The Leader of the Gar tribe proclaimed quite boisterously, already descending the throne in his excitement at being reunited with his beloved wayward son. Draco cherished his son dearly and after his wife's death he grasped onto his child even tighter, a drowning man holding onto a lifeline. He would like nothing better than to keep him away from the surface and keep him in this little piece of heaven. However, Oujyo Doragon No was now a man and it would be dishonorable and embarrassing if his father treated him like a newly born youngling. If only Draco knew that he pushed his son to his unprecedented death.
"Sir, I am terribly sorry." Ezak said with barely suppressed sorrow and horror in the most hapless voice Draco has ever heard. The supreme advisor knew that this would shatter his leader's porcelain soul into tiny, unrecognizable pieces. A puzzle that will never be placed back together, glue will not fix this broken old thing.
"Pardon?" Draco asked beginning to fear the worse. What is happening? Have they not found his son? Is everything not alright? You know everything is not alright, you know what has transpired, how can you not? You dream of it every night as you go to your chambers to rest your weary old bones. You imagine it when you see your son, "your golden boy" fight for life, resources and honor. You have known this day is coming. Face it! Face your son's destiny so that I may feast on your misery!
"He has expired." Such harsh, cold wars, not surprising of a scholar but for once Draco didn't mind. No, that is the last thing on his mind right now.
"Those incorrigible, pink, political terroristic bastards! I will destroy them for this! Who did this! Tell me with haste so that I may gut them with my claws and hang them by their loins as I eat their entrails in front of their faces while watching the light in their eyes wither and die!" He ranted and raved, how could this have happened? In a few centuries Oujyo Doragon No would have surely surpassed him in everything: wisdom, physical and psychological strength, integrity, confidence and communication skills. With these traits characteristics of a true, successful leader, he would have surely guided this tribe into a golden age! So where did it go wrong? Why is everything suddenly falling apart at the seams?
"The peasants insist that they saw a creature with six legs and two wings, covered in white armor. They said a god brought judgement on Oujyo Doragon No," the advisor's tone clearly showed the doubt of such a thing being true but Draco was too lost in his thoughts to think about it. No… impossible, could it be? Has Giratina truly been freed from incarceration? What was Arceus thinking!
"Could it be?" He asked himself, stupefied. He paid the infantile advisor no attention knowing that he was far too young to hear of the legends, of gods that even now, walked amongst men and Pokémon.
"Sir?" Ezak asked, worried that Draco's mentality has deteriorated in such as short period of time. He was sure it wouldn't have been so… abrupt but now he's reconsidering that postulation.
"Not now Ezak! Listen to me very closely, evacuate the women and children, this place is no longer a safe haven for us, or at least, not yet," he said harshly, begging his trusted advisor to believe him, sincere eyes beseeching belief that he has not lost his senses (not aware that he was just cementing that fact in Ezak's mind).
"Sir?" Ezak, by this point, was truly worried for Draco's mental health.
"No more questions Ezak, just go! Moreover gather the troupes, tell them to prepare for war! I want defensive positions by the entrance of the cave ASAP! That is, immediately, now go! Ezak!" His patience with his most trusted advisor has officially dissolved and imperceptibly he was n longer the friend and confidante of Ezak but the Leader of the Gar Tribe.
"Yes sir," he acquiesced sullenly. There was no arguing with the king when he used that tone of voice. He quickly departed the large, awe-inspiring throne room and ascended the stairs to complete his respective orders.
Draco laughed hysterically at the thought of delaying a god from their self righteous mission before growling and once again embedding his claws into the armrests of his throne for what must have been the hundredth time that day.
"Giratina has risen? I thought that disembodied voice was a hoax or a lunatic drunk on power, but, clearly there is some truth to this rumor. Very well, Giratina, this means war! You should have stayed in your prison! It would have been safer! I will dethrone a god! Then I will ascend to the seat of the gods themselves and do what that weakling Arceus should have done a long time ago! You will die this day! Giratina!"
He never saw the image of said giant serpent and a pink round creature riding gloriously on its majestic head covered with gold reflected off of one of his many golden treasures…and he never will.
Instead of gaining more answers the Master of Dimensions and Antimatter was still at a loss on how this whole situation transpired. Was this some political dispute? It would make an alarming amount of sense. The Dragons' rule was threatened and thus they sought to quell the activists before a full out rebellion brewed. However, why didn't they just kill the Igglybuff's family on sight instead of taking them hostages? It would have been significantly easier. The answer to that came to the forefront of its brilliant mind almost instantaneously .Most likely, they were planning to viciously torture them, break them both physically and mentally before culminate it with a public execution. That was the only logical conclusion Giratina could presume in this illogical, nonsensical situation. Not only would the Wigglytuffs die with humiliation, but any thoughts of rebellion the residents of the Sinnoh Forest would entertain would be cruelly snuffed out along with any hope of freedom that might have formed.
Giratina nodded to itself as it flew through its beautiful (but still tainted) home with its beautiful, floating land masses insubordinately defying the laws of gravity, but then again, that is trivial in a world of distortion where everything deemed impossible is probable.
This is an example of Pokémon trying to widen their borders, to overstep their boundaries. It never ceases to make it sick when mortals do this. This is how war starts and though Giratina loves chaos (a side effect of its ghostly characteristics) it, as a deity, understands the need for order and respects the balance. Yet this senseless violence is simply appalling.
But are you not a creature of chaos, oh thee hypocrite?
Giratina chuckled ominously as it stalked the being dubbed "Ezak" through mirrors, its voice calm androgynous voice would probably sent shivers of fear into the bravest being. It would have made an ominous sight, if there wasn't a baby Pokémon on its head popping as many bubbles as she could unintentionally causing untold destruction on the Earth. Avalanches occurred, buildings toppled and nuclear reactors exploded for apparently no reason. Her game was suddenly interrupted however as Giratina disappeared from under her in a blur of black as it activated Shadow Force, causing the fledging Fairy to fall to the darkness below with a high pitched scream emitting from her throat however Giratina suddenly reappeared right underneath her and caught her in its tentacles before calmly continuing its hunting, quickly catching up to its prey. Needless to say, Iggy kept her hands to herself from that point in time; she was far too preoccupied with shivering in fright and frazzled nerves.
Ezak turned another corridor ignorant of the creature that could be seen in the occasional golden pot and windows. Suddenly he stopped before two guards: "The lordship demands all warriors be guarding the entrance, spread the word that a foe we have never faced before is right at our doorstep," Ezak said with all the authority he could muster (which was quite a lot) prompting the vigilant guards to nod their heads in respect and understanding. However, before Ezak could continue onwards to do various duties a guard raised an excellent point.
"What about the prisoners?" The guard respectfully inquired, his deep, gravelly voice echoing throughout the empty prison.
He looked at the inmates for an infinitesimal moment, two Wigglytuffs who bled profusely from many gashes on their bodies, out cold and swimming in their own blood, before replying: "I sincerely doubt they are going to make an endearing escape anytime soon." The guards hesitated for a few moments before exploding into action. They ran at extreme speeds to the door missing the large serpentine creature that stared down at them with malicious eyes from the golden mirror on the wall.
The destroyer emitted a whirlwind from its mouth opening a portal to the world it left behind resulting in a shriek f surprise Iggy emanated. It heard enough.
The Ruler of Antimatter propelled itself from the portal with a speed that would put a Pikachu to shame and head butted Ezak with the force of a freight train. The advisor fell unconscious before he hit the wall. Now in its altered form Giratina looked at the now conscious Wigglytuffs that in turn, stared at the creature that rudely wakened them from their blissful though restless slumber in fear and confusion, pain now shooting through their bodies stout bodies. Giratina's claw on its foot turned red before it slashed diagonally across the golden bar that housed the adults who were in the throes of painfully rising from their prone positions. Iggy barely stopped herself from immediate hugging her parents, no doubt taking into account the horrible bruises and cuts that ordained their bodies. Giratina honestly expected them to be in a much worse condition. Were Fairy Pokémon stronger than it first believed…?
The Wigglytuffs did not speak (no doubt because of dehydration) but their solemn eyes expressed their eternal gratitude. The Renegade Pokémon unexpectedly threw Iggy onto its head almost carelessly (resulting in the exhausted and beaten parents throwing a fit) before walking away towards the only exit it could see.
The group wordlessly ran out of the large, cell holding room into the corridor before bursting through the doors of the palace planning to leave the dark, damp and dreary cave in their dust, just another bad memory. Giratina immediately noticed that they haven't encountered any Dragon type Pokémon or otherwise in the spacious, beautiful halls of the Palace (that Iggy gaped at them from atop its head) and the even larger cave. Giratina kept its thoughts to itself but tensed up in preparation of the upcoming battle as they trudged on before seeing the blessed Sun.
They were going to make it. The Sun seemed even more glorious than ever before and the party suddenly increased their speed. They were eventually rewarded with breath taking white light that swallowed them. They made it. They were outside.
Unfortunately, they were also surrounded.
Contemptuous laughter rung out from the army of Garchomps, both men and women, as the pitiful creatures fell into their trap.
However, Giratina knew that the cold laughs the dragons emitted from their teeth concealed a hunger. A hunger for the public execution and humiliation of the ones that killed their leader, their prodigy, their future king, never-mind the fact that the Fairy Pokémon looked like they wouldn't kill a fly, pacifists in every sense of the word.
"Well, well. What do we have here?" A booming voice brimming with authority that demanded obedience suddenly sliced through the laughter like a knife would through butter as Draco strutted towards the fools that invoked his ire, a smile on his normally emotionless visage. His quarries were here. It was time for the public capital punishment.
The Wigglytuffs, broken and beaten as they were, valiantly and rebelliously stood tall as they prepared themselves for the fight of their lives, shielding Iggy from the hungry eyes between their bodies who was a shivering leaf in the presence of these predatory beings. However, no one expected the booming, angelic laughter that rung throughout the battlefield.
The army of Garchomps (Draco included) bristled, affronted at apparently being underestimated by this lumbering, gargantuan beast who's appearance seemed to have been derived from a horror story gone wrong. The Fairy Pokémon rightly assumed Giratina lost its mind.
Giratina just laughed harder.
A.N: Well, damn that's a wrap. Not my best work, I hurried (what else is new) and so the quality isn't as good as I would have hoped but anyhow, thank you for reading this story where drama, angst, adventure, family relations/love and (dry) humor abounds. This was originally only supposed to be one chapter but Giratina said no, it is too long to be one chapter so I split it into two so that you, my dear readers, won't have to read a chapter 11000 words. I am not that even.
This is also the only chapter where a Pokémon battle of epic proportions did not occur (uh, yipee?).
And with that, allow me to introduce a new feature to this story. I present to you:
1000 Questions!
In Chapter 1 did you mean Zero when you were referring to Cyrus?
Yes.
Who are the people talking in bold Italics?
I'll let you figure that one out. It is seriously not that hard.
Is this chapter a filler?
Of sorts, but before you click the back button at the top of your browser this chapter is, in fact, important to Giratina's character development (yes, this isn't pure drama and action). Dawn's death was the catalyst of Giratina's change in personality (progressing the character development even faster) but if you think Giratina is going to be an angel solely because of that you are delusional (no offense).
NB: The Garchomp Giratina murdered who turned out to be the leader's son was Oujyo Doragon No. This literally translates into Prince of Dragons.
Smooth-Alkaline out.