Cha. 7
"You took too much time!" Giratina barked. "Three hours? It took you three freaking hours to get through Purification!?"
Ash rolled his eyes. "I need a bath."
Giratina casted a Rain Dance, and the Reverse World poured down in a red, sticky liquid.
The Legend waved again, and the precipitation was turned into actual rain.
"I'm supposed to… here?" Ash was mildly surprised as the Legend granted his request, before dropping his jaw. "How do you not have a shower room!?"
"An imbecile sucked it into his holes and had it leak out some other hole." Giratina gritted his teeth and glided away, leaving a bewildered Ash on the cloud. "I'm coming back here in half an hour. You better be done!"
The Overlord turned his sight away from the cloud and allowed a breath of relief. Thank Arceus… no, screw that turd nugget…
Thank Lord that he got out of the platform in time without Ash questioning the next step… he still had to come up with that agenda…
Because his damn apprentice just completed what he thought would take a whole month of training in three hours…
The HELL!? Even he took seven hours!
Great! Now he had to squeeze another massive elite training course planning into thirty minutes. He didn't even procrastinate this time!
Giratina muttered bitterly as he made a dive for the end of his World, upon which a portal opened and swallowed him.
He needed help from another Lord… and one actually reliable… which was hard as hell to find in a universe created by the Alpha of all ridiculousness.
An hour later, Giratina finally crashed out of a portal near the Reverse Wall and made a beeline for the cloud.
Ash sat on it, munching on a cheeseburger from the lunchbox. He took a glimpse at Giratina and snickered in a half-mocking style. "Morning."
The Overlord's face darkened. He just spent the last half hour trying to navigate Hoopa's portal maze after she offered to "deliver" him back.
Yep… screw her too. There was not a single reliable life form in this universe of sh…
Clearing his throat, Giratina materialized a giant screen in front of Ash. "Let's start the second lesson."
The boy's eyes lit up. Placing the cheeseburger down, he pulled his legs up to a meditative state immediately. "I'm ready!"
"Relax." Giratina waved a claw. "This is academics."
Ash's enthusiasm collapsed into a frown. Giratina, viewing this, smirked triuphantly. "Don't give me that look! Knowledge is power!"
Ignoring Ash's protest, the screen lit up behind him. "In this case, the knowledge is about power."
The pokemon world is a world of mystery, filled with uncanny powers. The saying goes "There is not a ability that does not exist, only an ability that is not imagined."
The hierarchy of the world is shaped like a pyramid- the stronger the lifeform, the rarer they were. They also followed a correlation: the older a lifeform has exited, the more powerful they were.
There was, in fact, a most basic explanation: as the world became older, Qi sunk deeper and deeper- and thus less likely to be retrieved and absorbed.
At the top were the original Creators- Arceus, Giratina, Palkia, Dialga, and the Mew Twins. They were ones who had endured the Beginning that separated the dimensions and had their tales spreaded in the infinite parallels.
They each had their own realm of power, joined in the mortal world.
After the Beginning was the solidification of the galaxies. Along with them, uncommon dimensions not yet touched began to destabilize and condense, eventually combining their Cosmic powers into the body of single lifeforms. They are the Cosmics, which rivaled the Creators in their potency and could just as easily cruised the universe.
Next was the Formation of planets. While some elements went to the crafting of the worlds, others materialized to form life that dominated the planet under their feet and aged with it.
However, despite their domination of their own earths, few achieved the dream of exploring the universe.
This primordial stage of the universe lasted for an eon- the Primordial Eon. It was a time when the world was filled with the purest Qi that had not yet settled from the Beginning.
It was a time when Legends were as common as rain and mud. It was an era when fanciful tales were the everyday life.
It was also an age when the ground beneath the beings shifted and turned, when mountains were shattered and reformed, when the ocean evaporated and condensed on a daily basis as the Formations fought day in and day out.
It continued in a glamorous cycle for millennium. As time passed, the Qi settled into the caverns. The results were evident. The great Formations became less and less motivated to act out, being in lack of energy, or even a method of healing after being wounded.
Therefore, toward the end of the Primordial Eon, Groudon and Kyogre signed the ancient Contract of Stability under the supervision of Rayquaza.
Then, Groudon retired to the volcanoes, Kyogre the ocean. Regigigas went to hibernation in the deep mountains, Rayquaza flew up to the Sky Tower, Cresselia to the bright side of the moon, Darkrai…
Thus ending the Primordial Eon, and starting the Prehistoric Eon- an age when Qi was a rarity for the top of the food chain.
At the start, the top of the chain consisted of two feuding families: Lugia and Ho-Oh, the two that ruled the surface. They were both the origin bloodlines of Ancients.
The Prehistoric Eon also marked another difference compared to before: mortality.
With the diminishing of Qi, life could no longer be unhurt or everlasting. Beings without the Primordial bloodline could die. Thus, lifeforms found a way to prolong their heredity- procreation- and therefore forming the beginning of the idea of tribes.
Unlike Primordial beings, who strode alone, Prehistoric life assembled in families based on the supremacy of their consanguinity.
The Ancients were not individually capable of reshaping mountain ranges, but they were masters of the substances of less magnitude, namely weather, seasons, healing, death.
They were the forces that could reshape any single civilization, but not enough to completely alter the entirety of the planet and its inhabitants.
Under Ancients were the Medieval families, who served as lords in their own sector out of the main control of the Ancients.
They could integrate less Qi in their more inferior bloodline, but nonetheless were able to wield powers strong enough to mold terrain with ease.
Their most precious ability, ultimately, was the power to be in charge of elements, much like the Ancients being the commanders of weathers and season.
The elements were less than weathers, of course, but impactful enough to raise them to the high altar: emotions, intelligence, rain, fire, thunder…
They were either of branches of elements that were divided from the powers of the Ancients or of abilities that could affect only singular entities of society- not enough to cause a civilizational uproar.
Nevertheless, their Elemental Mark in their genetics allowed them to be the rulers of a land. Any one family of the Medieval tribes was praised by numerous and ruled over thousands in the Prehistoric Eon- an incredible force through the entire era.
The later generations gave a name for those whose bloodlines were stamped with the privilege of an Elemental Mark and were thus able to be in charge of a certain power.
Legendaries.
A title achieved by little, feared by many, and envied by more.
This title was especially challenged by a group of lifeforms that were later addressed as Pseudo-Legendaries.
These were beings of high consanguinity that allowed them to wield nearly just as much Qi as the descendents of the Medieval tribes, but they lacked the one crucial key to true Legendhood: Elemental Mark.
They had no inborn control over any powers besides their own strength. However, each was a master of a talent of sorts, enough for them to be the greatest opposition to the Medievals until the conclusion of the Prehistoric Eon.
While other lifeforms exist in their own mass numbers with a food chain of their own, there were various arguments of dominance that were debatable. One type might be the counter to another and allowed for a being of less Qi to hunt another of a higher Qi level.
There was no obvious, unarguable level with a massive Qi storage that could rise above them all.
Perhaps that was the reason why when the Prehistoric Eon suddenly ended with the bombardment of the Asteroids that ridded the planet's surface of Qi, the most potent families disappeared, while the various competitive beings remained into the Mortal Eon.
A/N: History lesson, boys and gals.