Chapter 09 – A Strange Moment of Pass

They have all now become united. Trainers and legendary beings from all over the world had finally gathered, unified within a single land. The populous of Castellia City and all of Unova had yet not realised that heroes had just gathered within the seaside urban maze, and were about to prepare themselves for a battle that will determine the worlds very salvation.

Victini did not waste time explaining the situation, when Hilda and her friends returned to the hotel with Dawn and her circle of friends and legendary comrades. The many allies had assembled into the restaurant's Luncheon Room, which had been closed since the early afternoon but now open to them for privacy. If the general masses were to catch wind of the situation, panic would surely spread. This room was perfect.

There was a boardroom atmosphere within this room, as the allies sat along a linear set of tables covered by a long white table cloth to give the illusion of a single long dining table. But as long as this table may have seemed, there was not enough room for everyone, thus few of the leftovers just stood idly by the walls of the room, listening to Victini explain his formulated plan.

Victini stood at the front of the room with his palms firmly placed upon the white cloth; leaning upon it with is back slightly slouched over – this strong affirming position a means of getting his point across. Even though his human appearance seemed that of a cheerful red-haired teenage boy, his spoken mannerisms were clam and mature. He seemed wiser than his years, but then again, he had lived for countless centuries now. He was not a boy, but a god.

Victini's plan was for them to break up into teams. Each team would have one objective. The first team will search for the remaining Unova Legendries who have yet to choose a side. The second team will stay behind and further research Kyurem, his legendary allies, and Team Plasma to find a means of a weakness in which they could exploit. The third team would perform the most dangerous mission of all: go to the Giant Chasm where Kyurem and his allies were hiding and spy on them. Anything they discover would prove useful to their advantage.

There would be one final team dedicated to finding two treasures valuable to Kyurem. Their objective was to find these powerful relics before him. These ancient treasures were two splicers which contained the power of Reshiram and Zekrom in their purist form. With these splicers, Kyurem can regain his original form. Kyurem's return of his original state of being would also mean the return of his original power… power that rivals Arceus and Giratina themselves. This was something they could not let happen; with Kyurem's maddened and vengeful state of mind, who knows what destruction he could rage if he were to be complete again!

"Kyurem is using Ghetsis, and the remains of Team Plasma to look for these relic splicers," Victini continued. "They would be out there searching for them as we speak."

"Exactly what are these 'splicers'?" Giratina then asked.

"When Kyurem's powers split into three, his powers of Black and White became embodied within Reshiram and Zekrom. However at the time, their new bodies could not handle the amount of power that Kyurem truly possessed. He is a being within his own league – much like you, Giratina. Of course newly born beings could never handle that amount to power; they would have imploded on themselves. There is only so much they could take… especially since these powers were actually gifted by you and Arceus. If you want to get technical, Kyurem is actually the fusion of both you and Him."

"How do you know all this, kid?"

"Kyurem told me himself. There's no one better to know you, than you yourself, right…?" Anyway, the remains of these opposing powers gained their own material form, becoming these splicers. With one of these splicers, Kyurem can change his form reflecting that power's nature. Also the power of that splicer would be added to his own. Just imagine if he had both of them?"

"But even with those splicers alone, he could never regain his original power, right?" Bianca asked. "Technically speaking, his powers were split into five: him, Reshiram, Zekrom and these splicers. So logically speaking, he would need these splicers, AND Reshiram and Zekrom to become complete."

Victini sighed. "I wish that were true, but it doesn't matter if he needs Reshiram and Zekrom to become complete; these splicers, are enough to make him whole again. When I say Black and White is to encompass all binary opposites, which allows this universe to exist the way it does. Good and evil, chaos and order, light and darkness. If he were to regain these opposing elements… these values that once made him whole that exists not only within Reshiram and Zekrom, but more importantly, within these relics…"

Hilda felt her brain click, finally understanding what Victini was trying to say. "I think I get it. With the elements of Black, White and the shades of Grey harmonized within a single place – a single entity – it would transcend divinity. Kyurem would be back where he started as the embodiment of all three. He was perfect when he possessed all three and would be again if he regained those elements once more."

"You're getting it," Victini replied, with a small smirk on his lips. "It doesn't surprise me that you of all people would be the first to understand… Also keep this in mind: as strong as Reshiram and Zekrom may be compared to us other beings of Unova, they don't even come close to what is materialised inside those splicers. As I said, those splicers are the powers of Black and White as close to pure form as power can get, when materialised into physical matter. Reshiram and Zekrom may as well be simple mutations of Kyurem's split – clones gifted with his power. They're just as powerful as Mr. Dialga and Ms. Palkia now."

"I still don't get it," Barry said, scratching his head, trying his hardest to understand.

"I have to admit, that I don't either," Ash replied.

Gary sighed, frustrated the simple-mindedness of his old friend and rival, Ash. "Kyurem, plus those splicers, equals end-of-the-world. You get it now?"

"Gezz, you don't have to be a jerk about it, Gary!"

Victini just brushed off their little spat and proceeded to finish business. "All right, let's get started by organising us all into these teams. So then… who is brave enough to spy on Kyurem?"


The night went on, and everyone had split off to do their own thing after the meeting. Some decided to have a night on the town, curious to see what Castellia City's night life had to offer. Others found entertainment inside the hotel, whether it be inside the hotel's recreation facilities, or just deciding to sit back and chill inside their rooms. Tomorrow they would start their multiple journeys, so this was their only night of freedom. They had to make the most of it within the little window of time they had, before thinking about turning in and getting a good night's rest.

Others such as and Victini, decided to take this time and plan for their journey ahead. His mission would be to find and locate the other Unova legendries and coercing them onto his side. Those who would be joining him on this mission would be Ash and his legendary comrades Lugia and Ho-oh, Jimmy and Raikou, N and Reshiram, and Dawn, Dialga and Giratina. Hilda and Zekrom would also be joining them. Meloetta would come along as well, as her presence would strengthen their recruitment campaign: the more Unova beings present in support, the more likely the others would join their plight.

They all occupied Hilda and Zekrom's new hotel room, since their last one was still destroyed by Cobalion's ambush last night. They gathered around a bed where a map of the Unova region was laid out. With this map, Victini pointed out the possible locations where the other Unova legendary beings may be.

"Landorus likes to hang out at the Abundant Shrine around route 14," Victini began, pointing out the location on the map. He then moved his hand. "Then his brother Tornadus and Thundurus like to stay together creating strange weather patterns. We will have to keep up with reports on strange weather phenomenon to find them. As for Keldeo, it'd be best to stick around areas where there's lots of water. We'll need to work out a route that keeps us close to lakes and running rivers. That's the only way we'll find Keldeo."

"So the only one we can be sure of a location is this Tornadus?" Dialga wondered. "This will prove to make things difficult for us."

"Just relax Dialga, my man; it'll all work out… It did for you eight years ago, didn't it…?"

"I should warn you kid, that my 'brother' can be quite the 'stick-in-the-mud' when it comes to these situations," Giratina said with a devilish smirk. "He is always so serious about these things and can never find any enjoyment in it."

"Well, wouldn't you be serious in a situation like this, when the world's very existence is at stake?!" Dialga snapped at Giratina. "Wait… why am I trying to reason with you? You DID try to destroy the universe before, you demon!"

Zekrom giggled with a devious smirk on her red lips. "Oh, how cute; the handsome couple are fighting. We have business here, so why don't go make out somewhere else gentlemen." The legendary vixen's remark infuriated Dialga to no end. Meanwhile Giratina just laughed, amused by her quick tease. However, it was Dialga's reaction they amused him the most.

Victini sighed at the childish banter as the stood back up. "Enough already." He then noticed someone missing from their group. "Hey, anyone know where Hilda went?"

"She is down at the restaurant's bar having some time to herself," Zekrom replied. "The poor girl has had no time alone to gather her thoughts quietly since this whole affair started. She just needs to be on her own for a while."

"I guess I can understand that…"


It was the first time Hilda had some time alone to herself in a while, as she sat quietly at the restaurant's bar drinking a can of soda on her lonesome. Being only sixteen, she was not old enough the drink alcohol and had to settle with just soda pop. Unlike Cynthia, who was at the other end of the bar drinking it up like there was no tomorrow. As Hilda watched the former world champion drink so profusely, she could not decide if Cynthia had some sort of emotional problem… or if she was just nuts.

However, Cynthia's drinking problems were the less of Hilda's concerns, for her mind was currently scrambled by the many unregistered thoughts and concerns about her current situation. Everything seemed to happen so fast. Between the assault by Cobalion and his siblings to the arrival of the heroes, Hilda had little time to calmly process everything that transpired. The events and information were being crammed into her skull too quickly, and she just had to accept that. She had been running on high for all this time, and it was only now that she could just sit back and take the time for it all to sink in.

It wasn't that she was regretting, or even loathing her current predicament; in fact, she couldn't have been happier with her life than now. The past few days had been a blast, and she was looking forward to the new journey ahead. She couldn't wait to meet the other divine beings of Unova, and finally discovering what Victini meant by his encrypted words about a divine power, which belonged to her. He seemed to be fixated by her, always hinting to her that her destiny was greater than it seemed already. She couldn't wait to see what that destiny was.

However, there was one thing she anticipated most of all from this new journey, and that was to finally meet face-to-face with Kyurem: the catalyst for everything that had recently transpired around her. If there was one thing she wanted most of all, it was to finally give fear itself a face. Perhaps when she finally looked upon him, she would be less afraid. It excited her. It was a strange feeling that she just couldn't make sense of… however her line of thinking just felt right to her. Kyurem… Kyurem… she could not wait to finally meet him!

"You seem rather content over there, don't you?" A youthful voice startled Hilda from her thoughts. It was a voice of a young boy, however it wasn't Victini. Unlike Victini, whose voice was cheeky and out-going, this boy's quiet and reserved tone seemed the exact opposite. It was cold and empty. It continued. "You look so happy… despite the doomed fate that has befallen upon you… Hilda White."

It was indeed a young boy, a young teen that seemed no older than Victini. His short-cut hair was white as snow, and his golden eyes gleaming with devilish joy. They matched his smirk that tarnished his cute little face with unknown spite. It was as if this young man was mocking her. And how did this boy know her name; she had never seen this kid before in her life!

"Who are you, and how do you know my name?"

"Oh, I'm just a fan. It's great to finally meet you face-to-face. I know a lot about you… you could say that I sort of idolise you. You must be really strong to have become regional champion at only sixteen… you really are something else Miss White. Too bad about the fate you have been given…"

"And just what you mean by that?"

"The curse of being a reincarnation of one of the Hero Twins, whom destroyed Unova those centuries ago."

"Just how do you know that I am a reincarnation?"

"Everybody knows. Even the couple over there at their cosy little table knows about you being a reincarnated hero. It's basically old news. However what they don't know, is that being a reincarnation of one of those falsely glorified twits, is to become doomed to be swallowed by the darkness. Being bound to their legacy through body and soul means for no hope of redemption… and eventually, the cold and icy winds will swallow you. That green haired friend of yours too."

"You're really creeping out, kid; for someone who's a fan, you sound like you really hate me."

"I'm just giving you a friendly warning. Right now you are walking a straight and narrow path towards your death, and to tell you the truth… I don't want to see you die. I really, truly do like you… please stop before it's too late."


Giratina stared beyond the glass of his hotel room window, gazing upon the glittered field of Castellia's illuminated night life. It made him realise just how far this ancient land had evolved during his absence, completely leaving his last image of the old world behind. And despite the recorded conflicts within Unova, which had reduced it to ruin twice in its life time, this image of the modern world had proven to him just how strong the people and the Pokémon of this land were. Twice, they rose above the ashes and rebuilt, resulting into such technological wonder. Unova's been doing all right.

"Feeling nostalgic, Renegade?" Giratina looked towards the open door, seeing Victini standing there with a small cheeky smirk upon his lips. "I bet Unova's changed a lot since your last visit… How long ago was that?"

"Long before you were born, kid." Giratina replied with a smirk of his own. "In fact, you were never around the last I roamed this earth. When did you appear?"

Victini let himself in. "Not long after your imprisonment actually… I just missed you. Meeting you now is quite a treat, considering how much Kyurem used to go on about you…"

"Really?"

"Yeah, he idolised you a lot. I guess breathing life into him was a large part of that. Before, he was just an offset of Arceus' power waiting for what he was missing. You were that missing piece. I've always questioned that: was you playing 'god' with him a coincidence… or was it all part of Arceus' plan? Maybe you giving Kyurem life was part of a bigger picture that even we beings cannot see… you know…?"

"Knowing my brother, that may be more than likely the case."

"If there is one thing we know about Arceus, is that he always has a plan," Dawn exited the bathroom. She was in there freshening up the entire time listening to their conversation. "He even had a plan when Gira-kun rampaged throughout the world eight years ago."

"Oh, that's right; Giratina tried to destroy this world first." Victini smirked once more. "I guess lust for world destruction runs in the family!"

"And I almost succeeded as well," Giratina said with his infamous dark and evil smirk upon his lips. "And I have never regretted it."

"I bet you haven't, Renegade. Anyway, I came here to ask you something. Long ago, Kyurem told me that you once had the power to communicate with him telepathically. Is that true?"

"It is. However he seemed more enthusiastic to use that ability more than I. I saw it of more of a nuisance than anything."

"… Can you contact him for me?" Perplexed by the boy's request, Giratina looked upon Victini with calm, yet wondering stare. Victini continued to explain. "I want to know what he's up to, and I'm sure he would be more than happy to tell you. Also, I haven't seen nor heard of him for a while; I need to know… how 'far gone' he is now."

"You may regret it, kid." Victini just stared upon the dark god with stern determined eyes. It was obvious he was prepared for the possible ramifications. Giratina sighed complying with the boy's request. "Very well. Dawn, I need you to leave."

Giratina's sudden demand caught Dawn off guard a little. "… Why…?"

"This ability I have to communicate with Kyurem, also allows those close to me to listen in as well. If you remain here in this room with me, you will be able to hear everything. I fear what he may have to say will disturb you."

Dawn smiled. "Hey, if I was able to handle you eight years ago, then I'm sure what this Kyurem has to say will be nothing for me to worry about. I'm also curious of what he has to say."

Giratina smiled back. "As always you have a point, my dear Dawn. I'm about to create the link, so I need the both of you to remain silent for the moment."

Giratina closed his eyes, and with the power of his mind began to search for Kyurem's wave-lengths. With his mind riding the astral plane, he began to search for Kyurem's whereabouts to mind link with him. Victini and Dawn watched with anticipation, looking for any sign of change in Giratina's current idle state for indication of success. But after over thirty seconds of still silence, Giratina reopened his red eyes. It looked as though as the mind link had failed.

This result in failure was quite concerning for Giratina. "This is very strange… and rather foreboding."

His last words troubled Victini. "What happened?"

"He is deliberately blocking me."


Hilda had no idea of what to make of this kid. He would have to be the strangest person she'd ever met. She thought that N and his father had problems, however their challenged personalities didn't seem to compare to this fourteen year old walking chill.

She watched him silently sipping his soda, kicking his legs back and forth as if he was in a state of happiness. Seeing this made the kid seem normal: a happy-go-lucky boy who enjoyed the sweetness of his beverage. But she knew that when they spoke once again, his words would be cold, cryptic, and filled with a certain sense of spite that she just couldn't understand. His words seemed to contrast his behaviour. It made her think twice of beginning another conversation with him.

She eventually gave in to her curiosity. "You make it sound as you know what I've gotten myself into. Have you been stalking me or something… just who are you?"

The boy finished his soda and sweetly smiled at her. "Like I said, I am just a fan… a fan who is just worried about you. That's all. I don't want you to die when you have become such a source of inspiration for everyone. Forget about all this." His sweet smile was then over cast by the deviousness within his eyes. "If you do, I'm sure the winds will spare you… they've come to like you too. Don't let them regret swallowing you, for if you do continue… they'll have no choice but to."

Hilda didn't know what to think after that. This kid was just as cryptic and info-reserved as Victini. It made her wonder if they somehow knew each other, and if this kid was just sent by the cheeky little mouse to test her. She wouldn't have been surprised, for this boy seemed strange in not just personality, but physically as well. But despite his strange appearance and behaviour, she didn't feel threatened by him. In fact, there was something about this boy that seemed to set her mind at ease.

Hilda then smiled. "You don't have to worry about me, kid; I have accepted my fate. I will do what I need to do, no matter what the dangers may be. You have this negative view about the Twin Heroes I'm reincarnated from, but it doesn't mean I'm anything like them. In fact, I will be better than them! I will face the cold winds that howl against me without any fear. As long I have my friends and allies at my aide, I will be victorious. I will not back down, I will not give up and I will fight to the end!"

For a moment the boy just stared up at her, with his cold golden eyes widened within admiring awe. This girl was hardy and brave… but then again, he expected no less from a hero. And what a foolish hero she was. His idolising awe then turned into a devious laugh, mocking her ideals of success. His sudden change of heart startled Hilda for a moment, however she saw it as a test of her will and remained strong.

"So brave, and yet so foolish," the boy then said. "But I do have to admire your guts. I knew there was a reason why I liked you." He then jumped off his seat and went to take his leave. "We will meet again little warrior princess… that you can be assured of."

Just who was that kid? Was he a ghost… or something else entirely? Maybe he was just a regular kid with a weird view on life? This was all Hilda could wonder about, as the mysterious boy walked away. Considering what N was like before his defeat, she wouldn't be surprised if that was the case. There were so many different people in this world with their own truth and ideals, and that boy was just another example of that. It was best to just forget it.

However, there was one being who will never forget that strange conversation. Hilda never realised, but Mesprit was listening to their discussion the entire time. She was quietly sitting next to her slowly drunken partner watching, slowly smirking each moment they both spoke. Hilda will never know just how extraordinary their encounter was, and also very lucky no trouble arose because of it. That boy was indeed no ordinary boy, and the boy acknowledged that Mesprit knew that, as he glared into little girl's mocking eyes.

The boy then smirked back at her, as he disappeared around the corner. He knew he had been discovered, however he didn't seem to care.

Mesprit snickered. "Well, that was rather bold of him. But it does make me wonder what he was hoping to gain out of that. Was it to size up his enemies… or just for petty amusement? If he is anything like his 'father', I'm guessing it's the latter."