"I beg of you… My slave who lives somewhere in the universe! Oh sacred, beautiful and strong familiar spirit! I desire and here I plead from my heart! Answer to my guidance!"

For such powerful magic words they are quite vague are they not? The universe has long since been proven to be far more massive than can be measured and the reflections even more infinite. Beautiful and strong can be defined in numerous ways and differ by one's own views of strength and beauty. However, a plea that comes straight from the heart fueled by a desire created from years of emotional torment by one's peers? That is a voice heard by any who are willing to listen.

Familiars of Zero is a series of one-shots featuring a plethora of what-if's consisting of a large cast of characters ranging from the unique to the downright bizarre. However, while the cast of familiars will be diverse a few key little details will remain in effect. All familiars will be sentient and will, at the very least, be chaotic neutral. I may include an "evil" familiar or two but I'm not really into writing horror all that much…

All one-shots shall be followed by an explanatory note regarding the new familiar (the who's, the why's, and the what's), a brief summary of what could continue, and finally explanations towards an "OCness" on the pre-established characters. With that said, I hope you enjoy reading:


The Familiars of Zero

By Corvus no Genmu


"Master of Beasts"

Edward Nomine is a young man though often thought younger by his youthful façade, which in itself wasn't all too different from his usual personality but it did well to aggravate those arrogant jerks that thought themselves superior to him at the first 'Hello' so that was a plus. It was always so gratifying to put those types back in their place though it did make him a few enemies but those few generally disliked anybody capable of the act of smiling so he dismissed them easily enough. His clothes were freshly cleaned from his last trip through the local desert and he was relaxing in his hotel room in what had to be the biggest city he had ever seen.

The fact that said city was literally in spitting distance of the desert and the ocean made it all the more impressive but that did little to appease the new problem he had unwillingly discovered. Standing at the balcony and staring out at the harbor below, Edward could no longer deny the inevitable truth.

He was growing bored.

Now, this might now sound all too bad for a normal person but in the past seven years since the start of his journey, Edward had accomplished more than what anyone in the ten regions could ever dare to dream about let alone accomplish. Though it was only a month since he had been awarded his Mastery by the five Champions of the Elite and achieved the inter-regional record of being the youngest Master to date, Edward had discovered himself plagued not with doubts but with questions of what to do with his time.

There was no evil force trying to threaten the balance of the world and having help take down four of them, or rather taking down the leaders of said groups with the aid of the very forces they were trying to command.

Man the look on that nutcase's face… priceless… but we're getting off track here.

He had accepted any challenge thrown his way, heck he had taken on twelve in a row and only broke a sweat because somebody had a little too much fun charbroiling the competition. It took him three baths and a gallon of shampoo to get rid of the over-cooked fish stench. There was no hope for his clothes so they were burned and the ashes spread to the wind.

It was a beautiful funeral… but at least his hat persevered.

Edward supposed he could start the rehabilitating of his charges… but first he'd have to find an adequate area devoid of life and expensive property… He didn't know what precisely that new group did to the poor thing but whenever he tried to let it out, it'd come out with gun blasting at anything that moved. He was still paying the bill for when—

"I beg of you…"

"The heck…?" Edward snapped around, one hand clasping at the first ball in reach and stared wide-eyed at the ovular portal that suddenly took residence in the middle of his room. "Okay… not the first portal I've ever seen… first one with that coloration I admit…"

"My servant who lives somewhere in the universe!"

Edward cautiously approached the emerald portal as the voice of a young girl possibly no older than him spoke through the swirling ether. He heard the voice with his ears so that ruled out any psychic communication… and the dialect sounded local though it was rather prim and proper sounding…

"Oh sacred, beautiful and strong familiar spirit!"

Edward couldn't help the smile as his ego was stroked. Oh, he liked this person already! He had heard plenty of comments about himself, some good and some unmentionable in polite society, but it was rare for any to make such an assumption without meeting him face-to-face. Though he heard rumors of a fresh hoard of fan girls…

"I desire and here I plead from my heart!"

He checked the inside of his backpack and saw that his precious cargo was still safe and warm inside along with the rest of his traveling gear before moving through the rest of inventory. Yes, plenty of medicine for a year but when you could afford it buy it in bulk. He shouldered the pack and checked to make sure everyone was in place before facing the portal once more.

"Answer to my guidance!"

He leapt through.


Though she held no true belief in the pagan ideals, Louise thought that if the promise of reincarnation was truly real that whatever she had done previously was something great and terrible for she could fathom no other reason for her magical plight. Oh, she wasn't cursed or anything of the like but she might as well be for while she had struggled to complete her first year of magical education, Louise had not found a runic name for herself which left her the one label she had earned from her classmates.

Zero… Louise the Zero…

And what else could she be when every spell she cast, big or small, resulted in the same fashion? An explosion that, any bigger, would kill a full-grown man with ease, so she supposed it was fortunate that she only stacked up property damage than a life toll… Though she supposed that her familiar was likely to be the first on that list by the size of the explosion her summoning ritual caused. By the Founder she hoped that it had survived… and the wind blew the smoke away and her hope became despair.

Far from her ideal fantasies of dragons and manticores, it was something worse than a regular beast and had truly cemented her runic name of the Zero.

She had summoned a human… worse than that, Louise had summoned a commoner.

However, as she looked at him, Louise's eyes slowly started to widen as a faint blush bloomed on her face. The young man, who couldn't have been much older than herself though he was easily a head taller than she, was somehow standing on his feet and seemed none the worse for wear. His pants were made out of a tough-looking blue material and his boots looked well-worn from constant days spent wandering the world. His shirt was a pale gray with twin stripes of black and white crawling up along the sleeves and crossing over his chest, making a stylized X between the dark crimson folds of his vest.

His dark brown hair fell down in spiky curls to just above his collarbone though his head was covered by a wide-brimmed fedora that was bedecked with a strange design at its brim and a pair of vibrant feathers held by the black band of the navy-colored hat. As for his eyes… well, while Louise had noted the rest of his appearance easily, it was his eyes that held her attention firmly in place. Eyes of pale red… the color of the dominant moon… not the true moon eyes to be sure but never was there anyone with eyes like this, at least no-one that Louise ever met.

She was caught though she didn't know it.

The mocking laughter of her most aggravating of rivals dragged her back to the truth of the situation. "This makes what you said last night worth it! I never would have guessed you'd summon a plebian!" Kirche was laughing so hard that there were tears in her eyes.

"It was just a little screw-up!" snapped Louise, a flush on her face born more from embarrassment of staring at her familiar than the Germanian's words.

"That's our Louise the Zero. She never fails to meet our expectations!" That remark sent the whole lot of them laughing near to tears and Louise turned with an angry retort hot and ready on her tongue when the plebian stopped the jeering himself by speaking.

"So it was you who brought me here?" He was regarding Louise with a small frown, looking her up and down like he was trying to measure her up.

"Wh-What?" She stuttered, her blush deepening the slightest bit from the sound of his voice but he thought it more from ire and so hastened to explain himself.

"I beg of you, my servant who lives somewhere in the universe. Oh sacred, beautiful, and strong familiar spirit I desire and here I plead from my heart. Answer to my guidance." He repeated her summoning, word-for-word though his tone was reciting and nothing like the desperation, the hope; that he had heard in her voice. He regarded her with one eyebrow raised in question. "Was that not what you said? I admit my language skills leave much to be desired. Oh and where are my manners? My name is Edward Nomine." He took off his head and made a very elegant bow the likes of which Louise did not expect from a plebian.

Louise's face was crimson now and she seemed to have found the ground before her far more interesting than her new familiar. She grumbled something about over-zealousness and acting without thinking before she finally looked up and did her best to salvage the situation before it grew anymore embarrassing. "You heard correctly, commoner. However unorthodox this might be, I suppose you are to be my familiar."

"Well then," Professor Colbert spoke up with a pleased smile on his face. So much for those rumors he had heard of the young girl's magical skill, or lack thereof. "I suppose you best finish the ritual then Miss Vallière."

So simple a statement and yet it ruined everything that Louise had tried to keep herself from blushing like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Her shoulders quivering, she turned what she hoped was a vicious glare upon Edward. "You should count yourself lucky. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity for a commoner." He seemed amused by her words, smiling indulgently at her as though she were but a child trying to impress an adult, which did nothing to improve her mood. "My name is Louise Françoise Le Blanc de La Vallière. Pentagon of the Five Elemental Powers; grant your blessings upon this humble being, and make him my familiar."

She tapped him on the forehead with her wand and, blushing, leaned as high as she could on the tips of her dainty toes with pursed lips and kissed him soundly on the mouth. It was a quick kiss, lasting only for a few seconds if even that, but she was flushed with embarrassment by it though her face remained set in its angry glare and became even more so at her familiar's reaction.

His head was cocked to the side, staring at her with clear bemusement in his ruby eyes. "Was that your first kiss?" She didn't answer, not that he gave it time to as his right hand suddenly grew warm by the light of arcane runes writing themselves upon his flesh.

But something was wrong.

For though every beast summoned before had gone through the same spellbinding, it was done quickly and without any clear sign of their marking as a familiar, but this was nothing of the sort. The light of the runes was almost blinding in its intensity as his body suddenly became a living furnace, his sweat turning to steam and his blood starting to boil beneath his skin.

And throughout it all, he didn't scream.

Quickly as it started, it was over. Louise's new familiar sagged with a long sigh before turning a glare upon the girl that had her take a step back from the intensity of it. It was a glare that would make her sister Eléonore green with envy. "That hurt!"

Frowning, Professor Colbert took the boy's right hand and inspected the runes for himself. He had heard rumors of powerful familiars being hurt by their binding but even such beasts as manticores bore no sign or sigil marking them as a familiar spirit and the runes looked familiar. All in all, a very curious thing indeed but Professor Colbert hid his concern behind his teacher's mask quite well to those that didn't know how to see it beneath the underneath. "Well, these are some very precise runes to be sure." He turned and regarded the gathered students. "And with that, the summoning ritual is complete. You may all return to your dormitories." Staff in hand, Professor Colbert left the students to begin acquainting themselves with their new familiars as he made way towards the Academy's library.

Some research was in order.


"This… is a bit more of an adventure than I had intended to take…" Edward was sitting in the Academy's foreyard, a camping tent at his back and a small lantern beside him. "Can't help but feel there's some touch of irony here though…" What kind, Edward wasn't really sure, just that a world in which there were twin moons of red and blue seemed odd and tugged at some strange idea of fire and water in the background of his mind. He recognized the constellations though they were several months out of place, but given that it was summer where once it was winter… Perhaps this world is parallel to my own… sharing the same orbit but existing on opposite sides… it would explain all this strange magical stuff I suppose… but the animals…

He glanced back up at the dormitories and spotted a flash of pink followed quickly by a sudden darkness. He frowned and turned back to his stargazing, doing his best to get over his… irritation… with his so-called 'master'.

He was willing to give this 'familiar spirit' thing a shot but he was not going to end up as a servant to a spoiled little brat. Different culture or not, that did not warrant her getting naked in front of him and then commanding him to take care of her dirty laundry. He had sarcastically asked if he should dress her up too and when she had replied in the affirmative…

Well, let's just say the arguing got loud and ended with him being kicked out and punished with no food for dinner. Considering that she thought a small pile of hay would serve as an adequate bed, Edward wondered if her ideal of food would include bread and soup, minus the utensils. He honestly wouldn't put it past her at this point.

Edward reached into a special pocket in his vest, pressing his finger against the locking mechanism until he heard the distinct clink of it coming undone before he reached in and pulled out a small purple and white ball the size of a golf ball. He pressed the button at its center and it expanded up to the size of a baseball. Even with the dim light of the lantern, Edward could easily see the distinct pale circles on the purple side of the ball, as well as the small, capitalized letter M between them.

It would be so easy to just leave and return back to his world… but easy was never really part of Edward's vocabulary. Why walk the paved roads when the tall grass offered so much more? Why bypass the mountain when the dark caves hold their own wonders and treasures just waiting to be discovered? He pressed the button and shrunk the ball back down and replaced it once more in his security vest.

He would stay.


"I'm leaving." Edward stated calmly as he glared down at his diminutive master who glared back with matching heat. "I don't care about whatever stupid ideals you seem to have about this familiar business. You called for me and I answered by my choice and I can leave here just as easily if I so choose!"

"Stupid dog! Don't you dare take that tone with your master!" She yelled back.

Edward's scowl deepened at her words, dark memories coming to mind and making a few of the orbs attached to his belt twitch angrily in their place. "That kind of talk would see you in prison faster than you could blink nobility or not. I am able and willing to help you for however long you can stand my company, so why don't we at least try and have a civil discussion here?"

"There is nothing to discuss! You are my familiar and you will obey me!" declared Louise.

"Be I a man or beast, I have thoughts and feelings of my own and I expect to be treated like one."

"Such insolence…" She was frustrated and she was close to willingly casting an explosion by his stubborn refusal to obey without question and his stance against her ideals of nobility and commoners. "Go and bring me some tea! I will be contemplating your punishment!"

Edward tipped his hat in a mock salute as he drawled, "As my midget of a master commands." He smiled in satisfaction at her angry scream and waited until she had stomped away far enough to turn and try and butter up to some of the help. His prediction the previous night and had come true and his breakfast of stale bread and cold stew was as filling as air. They seemed to have a lot of delicious cakes around here…

It was right about then that Edward spotted a young girl with brown hair looking about the courtyard with a picnic basket in hand. By the color of her cloak, he gathered she was a first year student, but by the delicious smells coming from her basket, he recognized her as the girl last night, specifically the one that was out in a late-night date with that blonde headed guy currently having brunch with his second girlfriend. Edward considered the idea of starting the drama but wondered if he was truly that evil… the growl of his stomach reminded him that he wasn't so much evil as he was hungry.

"Excuse me, but I believe the boy you're looking for is over there." Edward pointed towards Guiche and waited patiently for the moment to strike and snatch the basket and its delicious pies away.


"I compliment you for not running away." Guiche smiled, closing his eyes as he ran a hand through his golden locks while Edward stood with a smirk on his face.

"Run? From the likes of an idiot like you? I'd sooner run from a flopping Magikarp than you." Especially one close to evolution…

Guiche grunted at the jibe, though he knew not what a Magikarp was, and whipped the rose-wand in his hand, allowing a petal to fall to the ground. There was a bright flash of mana before a metallic suit of armor rose up from the ground with such speed that earned more than a few awed whispers from the crowd. "I am known as Guiche the Bronze, therefore the bronze golem Valkyrie shall be your opponent."

Edward regarded the construct with one eyebrow raised. "Steel type? Heh… well then…" He reached down and pulled one of the orbs from his belt. "I guess it's your show this time, Largo!" He tossed the ball forward as it snapped open with an explosive light before falling back into Edward's hand. The lightshow died away to reveal a stunning sight to the gathered students.

Standing well over ten feet tall with a wingspan nearly twice that length was a dragon the likes of which none of the students had ever seen, even in history books. It bore a dark red collar at the base of its neck were a small tag made of burnt charcoal rested above its chest. With scales of fine orange and wings of dark cerulean, the most startling sight of the creature's appearance was that the tip of its lengthy tail was alight with fire much like a flame salamander's own. Though the students though it as a bipedal dragon, there were quite wrong in making such an assumption for these was no dragon even by type.

This was but one of a miraculous race of creatures whose powers and abilities were as amazing as they are numerous, whose shapes and size are each unique even amongst others of a similar breed though they are all bound by one name that unites them together as one, as they have been since the Beginning of Life…

Pokémon…

This particular specimen was a fire-type hailing from the eastern region of Kanto, a winged dragon like Pokémon popular both for its ability to breathe flames hot enough to melt solid stone into molten magma within seconds but the capability of learning attacks and powers limited only to the true dragon-types. A Charizard by species, but Largo by name.

Guiche took a step back in shock at the appearance of the dragon like Pokémon. "A summoning? Impossible! You're a commoner! You can't do magic!"

Largo was ignoring Guiche entirely, his pale blue eyes narrowed and staring upon the unmoving valkyrie with his nostrils flared as he tried to catch the scent of the thing and finding none but the strange scent of lifeless bronze. He growled, visibly displeased by the strangeness of the thing in front of him. "This thing isn't a normal Pokémon…"

Edward blinked but otherwise did a remarkable job of hiding his bewilderment. He always could understand his Pokémon's moods but never could he hear them speaking actual words as though he were one of the rare Listeners… He had heard rumors that such abilities could be gained from years of intensive training… but to suddenly develop it out of the blue? His attention on the battle at hand, Edward never saw that the runes that marked his right hand were aglow with light, nor how that same light seemed to surround the flames of Largo's tail.

"It's nothing more than an animated suit of armor, Largo. It's not alive but don't think of holding back or—" Reacting to its master silent commands to attack while the beast was distracted, the valkyrie charged with sword drawn and met with a blast of fire the likes of which were so hot, that though it lasted only for a few seconds, it was enough to turn the valkyrie into a pile of molten scrap. Largo smirked, quite pleased with himself as Edward blinked before laughing and stepping up behind him to scratch at that one spot between his wings. "Good job, buddy."

Guiche stared at the remains of his golem with eyes the size of pinpricks. His father had fought against dragons and had never before lost a golem to a dragon's fiery breath as quickly as this. If anything, the thing should have survived the heat and used it to its advantage for few swords could pierce a dragon's scales. He was brought out of his stupor by Edward asking for his surrender or, if Guiche was truly so willing, that he and his beast could embarrass him further.

"You…" Guiche grit his teeth and waved his wand several times until six valkyries stood in front of him, all armed and ready to strike with their vast variety of weapons.

Edward frowned at the sight of the valkyries. "Six against one is hardly fair…" He held up a new pair of pokéballs. "Two more should make it even. Show them what you got Irwin! Jasmine!"

The first creature to appear stood barely a head shorter than the Charizard with massive jaws filled to the brim with fangs capable of shattering steel with ease. Covered in scales of fine azure, save for a soft creamy-colored V-shaped pattern at its lower body as well as its lower jaw, the bipedal crocodilian, for it could be nothing else with jaws like that, also sported three massive spikes set with three prongs at its head, back, and tail tip. This was a Pokémon hailed from Johto, the western sister region to Kanto, and was marveled both for its massive jaw-strength and its startling speed despite its massive bulk. A Feraligatr by species, but Irwin by name.

The second was as much a dragon as it was an insect and appeared like neither and both at the same time. Colored in fine jade with stripes of dark evergreen along its tail, which in itself was tipped by three rhombus shapes outlined in red just like its massive wings. Its hind legs appeared toe-less though its fore arms sported three-clawed hands and its face sported a massive pair of red-lensed goggles covering its almond-shaped eyes and a pair of dark evergreen antennae flowing back along its head. A Pokémon found only in the harshest of deserts and even then just rarely in the regions of Hoenn, this strange blend of ground and dragon-type shaped with elements of the bug-type is known in myth as "the Desert Spirit". A Flygon by species, but Jasmine by name.

By her sudden appearance at his left, Largo's chest seemed to puff up, his wings spreading just a little bit wider as the flames grew hotter on his tail. Irwin chuckled at his battle-brother's antics, hiding it behind a clawed hand lest he truly burst out laughing loud enough for his own mate to hear him in her pokéball. Jasmine herself cooed gently and rubbed her head up against Largo's jaw, standing on the tip of her feet to do so, and making the Charizard's flames burn brighter from the attention.

Edward shook his head at the antics of his Pokémon but kept his smile on his face. If this was how they were acting now, he wondered how the pair would act when he revealed the surprise still stowed safely away in his backpack. "Alright guys, it's time to try out the new triple finisher. It's time… to make some glass!"

The three Pokémon roared and went to the attack with Jasmine taking to the sky first, her wings beating at such startling speeds that they blurred out of sight and sent her shooting up and circling around the valkyries. Sand started falling to the sound of a woman singing. The sand swirled in a massive tornado before the Flygon burst free with a cry of, "I'm clear!"

An aura of red simmered around Largo who stood with his head bowed before the tornado of sand before his eyes flashed open and the flames of his tail burned like a hellish inferno. Fire exploded out from his mouth in the form of a blazing ball of white that exploded with massive force at the tornado's center and within moments, Irwin followed Largo's attack with one of his own.

Pale blue light gathered in an orb in Irwin's massive jaws before collapsing upon itself and unleashing jagged, pale lightning that shot forth to impact against the storm of fire and sand. A small wave of snowflakes fell gently down as the ice beam finished its effects of instantly cooling the molten sand tornado into an intricate glass statue with the six valkyries as central pieces within the center of the structure.

Jasmine landed down beside Largo with her head tilted nearly upside down as she stared at the massive glass sculpture as the students stared open-mouthed at the sight. "Hmmm… I think I should have wound it a bit tighter… looks a little too wide to me… though I help but feel a strange sort of… vindication with those things in there…"

Largo chuckled. "I don't know why but I do too!"

Irwin rolled his eyes at the pair of them. "Dragons…"

Edward laughed. "Alright, that's enough now. Return everyone." Beams of crimson light shot forth from the pokéballs in Edward's hands and drew back the three Pokémon into the safe confines of their respected orbs. The trainer spared the time to look around past the massive glass sculpture at a kneeling Guiche who was staring up at the thing with his lower jaw hanging and his shoulders visibly trembling.

"Wha—Wha—Wha—" Edward turned behind him to see that Louise was alternating between pointing at him and the glass tornado with a shaky finger and her voice stuck on repeat. He knew what she was trying to ask but he decided some clarification was in order.

"Oh, that's what I like to call the Glassy Finisher. Made it up to contain a horde of ramping Muk. Little else can actually stand up to their acid safe for glass made of Flygon sand."

"Wha—Wha—Wha—"

Edward sighed. "Let's go and have a seat back in the courtyard, shall we? We've got a lot to talk about."


Edward glared at the laughing crowd of students, particularly the porker who had the audacity to proclaim him a commoner. As he recalled, it was that same boy who had nearly wet himself just by being in the presence of Largo, who didn't have an intimidating bone in his entire body! Now any other time, Edward wouldn't have given a Raticate's buckteeth about the opinions of what basically constituted as a bunch of arrogant snot-nosed little brats still falling to ideals that were all but prehistoric in Edward's own society. His temper was legendary in that his fuse was about as long as four regions and rare was it that anything cut the fuse short and let the bomb explode. However, a fuse, no matter how long, can still burn up and with the week Edward had what with dodging the misbegotten love affair of a girl who had too much bust and not enough sense, a maid with enough hero-worship to make, a blonde idiot who thought to actually try and steal one of his friends…

Well, he had to explode sometime.

They may try to bend his ethics; they may make him want to find that one corner of obscurity like it was the long lost Embedded Tower, but if there was one thing he would not let stand is their stamping on his pride as a Master and the pride of those who helped him achieve it.

"THAT'S ENOUGH! You who know nothing of me and mine dare to try and judge me by my appearance alone? Those who've not yet seen the powers I command, dare to try and make a mockery of me? Those who have, dare to anger me? Who here thinks I am just a mere commoner? Who here challenges me and mine?" Edward glared at the crowd of students, daring them to try and speak against him.

None did and his dissatisfaction grew with the mounting silence.

"Where I hail there is no such thing as magic and no such thing as this mockery of nobility!" Angry mutterings started to rise but were silenced as Edward reached down to grasp one of the pokéballs on his belt, specifically the one marked in hues of forest green and fine obsidian. "To have nobility is to have command over power is it not? Well, allow me to show you the powers under my command!"

He tossed the ball high and from it burst free a monster the likes of which sent many of the students gasping in fear as yellow wings flapped to the sounds of thunder before lightning flashed from a thin bird's beak and where once there was a thunderbird now was a massive phoenix with wings of iridescent rainbows as fire raked the sky as it soared above the crowd before it burst into a mighty corona of light. A terrifying roar as a massive serpent of emerald scale and golden power twisted through the sky in an intricate dance as the sky became its stage. It turned and faced the students and opened its mouth in a massive roar that shook the earth before it dove down towards Edward who stood tall and proud before the creature's presence.

A flash of purple and where once there was a draconic serpent now was a beast that stood like a human but was more like a fox than anything else. With fur of grayish brown and a voluminous mane of red with spiky tips in black she, for by the slimness of her figure and the accent of fur around her upper chest, stood between Edward and the crowd with crimson claws at the ready. The jewel bangle in her ponytail glimmered in the light of the afternoon sun, accenting a strange, dark beauty in the Pokémon. Hailing from the region of Unova, this was a Pokémon regarded mostly in legends and folklore for few have ever been lucky enough to see one without its illusions masking it from the eyes of those who would do it harm. A Zoroark by species, Kushina by name.

Edward regarded the stunned silence of the crowd before he acknowledged his Pokémon with a small smile. "Still got that flair for theatrics don't you, Kushina?" He chuckled and shook his head. "Where you've seen the likes of those Legends, I'll never know."

She growled and regarded the crowd with clear disdain. "Nothing but spoiled children, the whole lot of them. As if you'd grace them with the presence of a True Legend to any of them."

Edward sighed and felt the weight of the six balls locked in his vest grow heavier. Master or not, he doubted that even the weakest of them would acknowledge him as anything less than a speck of dust. "Not this time… Not this time…"


On the next Calling...

"Dawn of the Midnight"


AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Okay, to make one point clear from the beginning, like "Reflections in the Moonlight", the PokéWorld takes place in the same dimension as Louise's world. Heck, I'm considering the idea of them being in the same system really (and none of you better roll your eyes at that idea. It has been scientific-ficitionally proven that any alien life on nearby planets and/or galaxies shall contain human/humanoid life resembling/matching our own. As for the actual PokéWorld… well it is predominantly game-based with elements of the manga and anime. Those elements being that Pokémon are intelligent, can communicate with one another, can know more than four attacks, and are not limited to whatever size they are in the game or anime (I'm sorry but I just can't except that Charizards are shorter than Feraligatrs, that makes no sense.).

Other than that, everything is more game-based as the anime is borderline obscene with the sheer amount of technological advancement balanced against excessive areas of nature. As ideal as such a future is, it seems too over-the-top to be real. For those who have seen the film "Destiny Deoxys" I bring attention to the Floating Cubes of Doom that were capable of beating back a True Legendary like Rayquaza.

Edward Nomine is really a reflection of myself from my many adventures through the generations of Pokémon up to before the events that transpire in versions Black and White, at least as far as Team Plasma is concerned. Having battled thirty-two Gym Leaders and winning against the Elite 4 and Champions of Indigo, Hoenn, and Sinnoh (all in the span of six years mind you), never mind the confrontations against the Team Rocket remnants, Teams Magma and Aqua, and Team Galactic, well it's hardly surprising that Edward achieved the title of Pokémon Master, neh? Starting out from New Bark Town, Edward has truly come a long way since the start of his journey, more so than some others I could mention… coughAshcoughKetchumcough!

Also, as some reviewers have reminded me, there was one Void Familiar type that, thus far, I had been ignoring. Windalfr, The Right Hand of God, The Master of Beasts. Capable of commanding any beast be it tame or wild, familiar or pet, the Windalfr can control them all. Obviously, Edward easily has the respect of his team but those that he holds in the reserve as his secondary, the Team of True Legends… well let's say there is a reason that even he, as a Master, is banned from letting them out with anyone, Pokémon or human, being nearby. With him being the Windalfr, Edward would not only be able to command them, but to truly be able to understand them and perhaps, just perhaps, be able to heal them.

Louise's reaction to Edward is the standard "human plebian equals less-than-human slave" as is common for her but when she discovers the beasts under his command before the discovery of the Windalfr runes, well… let's just say that her respect for him is appropriately raised. Hard not to be when most of Edward's Pokémon can't stand for any disrespect towards their friend and trainer and will not hesitate in reminding anyone of this fact. I hear that Guiche still has the burns Largo gave him.

If I were to do a story focusing on a Windalfr, it would obviously feature Edward Nomine and his Pokémon but as it stands amongst the others… well, I can say that it is just short of the top five really. I wouldn't mind continuing this story really but there are others that I can push all the way to the end without fear of hitting that which all author's fear more than bad reviews…

Writer's block…