The smoke had drew her in. She had been heading back to her villa to wait impatiently, but the vortex of dark smudge had drawn her dragon's attention. Therefore the blonde had descended into the chaos that blighted the scenery below her. Her gastrodon joined the fray of combatants to fight off the flames, waves of water storming around it to as it forces the water on the crackling flames.
She felt her before she saw her. The sense of her familiar aura that pokemon responded too. Her vision caught sight of her team next. The gleaming red fur and the bipedal dragon so out of place amongst the Unovian pokemon had attracted her eyes and the eyes of others as dark clouds spotted the sky to drown out the smoke.
Angel always attracted attention. Her blinding white hair starkly contrasted with the black coat connotated with Cynthia and the hordes of pokemon that would flock her drew many a person to the girl who would kneel before their pokemon murmuring words into their ears. Few noticed the pulse that originated from her body to wash warmly over the creatures she lovingly petted, even the creepiest bugs would be admired as she held them in her arms. If not her appearance, then her pokemon would cause people to gravitate towards her. The crimson red absol with its white wings as power pulsated from the stone tied around its neck by a chain, fur flying as it ran at the champion's garchomp with a luminescent horn. Or her two boys, muscles rippling as they dueled each other on a pokemon center's dirt field with broiling flames and dark plasma beams. Even her own Elite Four have divulged their stunned reverence when, on the occasional days that Giratina would breach her capsule, her daughter would stand before the beast with an open palm touched to its muzzle in empathetic affection.
The platinum pulsated the same powerful aura her mother resonated. A more subdue wave but admirable nonetheless. Even then, when the blonde mother saw the green equine pokemon scoop her daughter onto its back, she couldn't help but see an image of an ancestral riding pokemon into battle when such a thing did occur. Murals flashed before her eyes of painted people mounted on pokemon and a voice murmured in the back of her mind that she had ancient royal blood thrumming through her veins from Kalos' medieval times.
Other citizens didn't hold her daughter in the same light. Evident by the way they slandered her into the ashes of the fire as they ranted about the incident.
"I can't believe that that kid is with those feral pokemon! I mean surely she knows what they have done to us recently," One man huffs to the woman at the table with him on the outside patio of a Vestress cafe that Cynthia had decided to visit.
"You see her pokemon? That red absol? She was the same girl from the World Tournament held in Driftveil. Champion Cynthia's adopted daughter," The female replies as she stirs her iced coffee with a stick before tossing the stirrer aside onto a napkin.
"Yeah, it's pretty hard not to recognize her hair if not her absol!" A waitress chimes in as she delivers two slices of cake. "You know, I read somewhere that she can communicate with pokemon," She adds as she places the plates down and wipes her hands on her apron.
"You mean like that N kid from Plasma? Arceus was he messed up. More pokemon than human. You know that he actually forced an old friend of mine to release his pokemon? Had their pokeballs destroyed and everything?"
The two women both make signs of shock at the idea and exclaim the terribleness of such actions. Cynthia grips at the edges of her hair as the conversation continues.
"Last thing Unova needs is another N," The woman states as she hands the waitress her card to pay the bill. "We can just hope Jenny can get the thing under control."
The champion stands, digging through her pocket for a few bills to throw on the table for her ice cream, before leaving the cafe's property. A hand raises to rub at her forehead as a headache starts to settle at the front of her skull. She rummages through the insides of her jacket and retrieves Lucario's pokeball. The aura pokemon is released, forming beside her to walk alongside his trainer.
"Do you think she'll be okay Lucario? Am I doing the right thing; not going after her?" Cynthia ponders as they weave through the crowd.
The blue pokemon grunts, eyes narrowing in on the few he catches casting dirty looks. A paw lightly taps the woman's slim arm and the pokemon's eyes clash with her slate ones.
"Yes, you're right. My Angel's fine. Come, let's go home for now."
…
Angel coughs, the remnants of smoke still filtering out of her system. Diadem's ears flicker against his cranium at the sudden noise and the child rubs the space between the erect ears.
"Sorry Diadem," The platinum apologizes and presses her body against her pokemon as a chill starts to creep up her arms as Opelucid City's wall ebbs into view. "Should've brought a sweatshirt."
The fire type heats up in response, fur warming as his internal fire burns hotter to warm his girl. Angel sighs in contentment and burrows deeper into his ruff.
"So warm."
Quit whining hatchling, Keldeo whinnies before being cuffed in the leg with one of Virizion's hooves.
We draw nearer, Cobalion states from his spot on a ledge overlooking the city. The chasam peeks from beyond the brick walls. You're validation will be known soon young hatchling. Let's see if our kind is the problem or if it really was yours all along.
Angel holds her tongue, not necessarily desiring to get into an argument with the mythical creature and slides off her arcanine, furrowing into its ruff into the heat, as she overlooks the city. Virizion nudges her away from the cliffside.
Even her arcanine couldn't protect her from the frigid air as it sweeps through the cavern of the Giant Chasm. Her exhalations formed clouds from her mouth and her small whispers to Calamity and Mawly condensed into small bursts of murky fog. The absol clan had joined them, recognizing their shiny sister. Low grumbles vibrated from her chest as the wild pokemon edged forward to examine the other absol and one whimpers as a Shadow Claw slices the air near its fur. Mawly grunts at the younger pokemon, scolding her for her juvenile temper and causing the guardian pokemon to puff out her chest and push up against the shivering Angel.
The platinum shakes her head, pale hair swirling with the movement and pushes through the crevice of the destroyed foliage. The absol clan disperses from the scene, not enjoying the weight settling on their shoulders. Their alpha leaves parting words of caution, warning the child to be careful of the monster dwelling in the cavern.
Virizion shifts her body, staring at the ice sheening the ground that had inched outward since Angel's last visit. Terrakion looks at Cobalion.
That's Kyurem alright. What do you want us to do Boss?
We will approach with caution. Come.
Angel draws her pokemon back into the capsules before following the blue pokemon and his comrades down the cliff. Her hands burn against the small cliffside as she slides down the ledge. The cold hard ground digs into her skin as she skids down the side of the cliff to stumble.
The cavern is abyssal, expanding father into darkness, making the end impossible to see. The walls blanketed in dark ice, reflecting the small amount of light ominously and echoing the dripping of water. If Angel concentrated hard enough, she could hear the beast breathing in the depths.
"Maybe we shouldn't be in here," Angel suggests in a whisper, yet even her muted words seemed to resonate through the cave.
We're so close! Keldeo whines impatiently and stomps on the ground. I'll take 'em by myself!
Calm yourself Keldeo, Cobalion scolds. You'll wake him.
So what? That big ol' stupid dragon doesn't phase me. The blue pokemon boasts.
A loud roar echoes through the cavern, sound waves forming into circular patterns as they force their way through the air and knocks Angel off her feet. She lands on her bottom with a thud, her backside shivering as the ice make contact. The four mythical pokemon glance around as the roar shakes the icicles hanging from the ceiling.
Now you gone and done it, Terrikon hisses as the ground starts to shake beneath them.
Angel rolls behind a boulder, the multi colored Dragon Pulse exploding the area to her side and presses against the cold stone. Her chest falls and rises with her anxious breath and she clasps her hands over her ears as a thunderous Hyper Voice threatenly shakes the ceiling with its glacial needles and a few crash into the ground.
Hatchling run, Virizion commands as the four Swords of Justice heds glow as their Sacred Swords expel from their head.
Angel does as asked, running from her little spot towards the exit. Another Dragon Pulse torpedoes into the wall ahead of her, breaking the ice sheathing the walls and hailing onto her form. Icy daggers slice through her skin as she raises her arms to cover her head, leaving red welts and bright trails of red running down her arms. The stitching of her clothing shreds, leaving slices and fabric behind. The armada halts, violet eyes glancing up momentarily to confirm that the attack had ended, before bursting through towards the exit.
Hatchling duck!
Angel rolls forward as she tries to comply, broken ice bruising her skin as she falls with a umph. A scream echoes off the wall as an icy beam brushes her back and the explosion pushes her into a wall. The sound the last thing she heard before losing consciousness.