Chapter 35 – Rock Formation
Deoxys sat despondently in the small transparent box, staring at the stump of his lower left arm. It hurt, but he didn't care anymore. All he could think about was his daughter, who was now dead.
What is the point? Why do they keep me here? There is nothing else they could take from me… He shook his head, glancing around numbly at the machines that surrounded his prison, seeing without really registering them. He felt a wave of sadness wash over him.
Then a door opened, and a figure entered. It was covered with clothing in such a way that no details could be made out, as the room was also swathed in shadows. The figure looked up at Deoxys, and he saw two points of light gleam from within.
It walked to a machine, and began to press buttons. Then it spoke.
"We need more parts from you, I hope you don't mind." The voice was unfamiliar.
Deoxys became angry. How dare they! How dare they do this— any of this! His eyes glowed, and he put all the strength of his mind onto the transparent walls of the box around him. After a moment, they shattered, and he became weak for a moment before rising again to face the other figure. His eyes flashed angrily, and the crystal on his chest began to glow.
The figure that was working the machine spun at the sound of the shattering prison. Its eyes widened as it realized what had happened, and a moment later it dove out of the way as the white beam that exploded from Deoxys collided with the machine behind it. The machine exploded, momentarily blinding Deoxys.
When the smoke cleared, the other figure was no longer there, having escaped. Deoxys turned and began blindly firing beams and various other attacks at the machines around him, until they were all reduced to molten heaps. When he was satisfied with this, he blew a large hole in one wall, seeing a long grey hallway through it.
Deoxys suddenly became dizzy and weak, falling limply. He was unconscious before he hit the floor.
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We set off soon afterward that morning with Brandon, thanking the old man Senex for his hospitality. The sandstorm had stopped, and the traveling was much easier than before as we headed northward toward Stark Mountain.
After a few minutes, Brandon, who had volunteered to come with us, asked, "Avari, why is that your name? Your mother's name is Mew, and I thought your species was called Mew, too."
I thought for a moment before replying. "Well, according to my mother, it's tradition that the first of every other generation is named Mew. It's sort of like naming a human 'Human'."
Brandon glanced at me. "I don't think there are many humans named Human."
I realized this fact. "Oh."
"So the same goes for you, too, Kaden?" Brandon then inquired of my friend.
Kaden looked back at him and nodded. "Yes."
"What about you, Jirachi?"
Jirachi looked up at him. "I'm the only one of my species."
Brandon looked thoughtful. "How old are you?"
Jirachi blinked, surprised by the question. He stopped and appeared to think for a moment, and the rest of us stopped also, turning to watch him. After several moments, Jirachi slowly pronounced, "Five thousand years. I think."
We stared at him, astonished. I knew that he had been sleeping for a thousand years, but I had never thought about how old he really was. Seeing our reactions, Jirachi added, "I was asleep for most of it, I've only been awake for about… five years total."
A moment later, Kaden noted, "I thought you were only awake for seven days in a thousand years. How does five years…?"
Jirachi nodded. "I was already awake for five years when I first fell asleep."
"Oh. That makes sense." Then Kaden glanced at me from the corner of his eye and said, "He's your age."
I reddened, turning away from the rest of them and saying privately to Kaden, "Shut up."
The next moment, a large rock formation a few feet away from me blew apart, showering me with rock. I cried out in surprise and fell to the ground. The others also gave exclamations of surprise, and I sat up in time to see the dust clear from the air.
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A tall, cloaked figure stood in the trees, motionless. After several moments, two purple glowing eyes appeared, and it turned its head slightly to the left.
I sense another like me. I also sense danger, something brewing. I must investigate.
The cloaked figure flashed and disappeared.
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A shadowy figure materialized. Two glowing red eyes regarded it.
"Darkrai. I have a task for you. A simple one, that should be easy enough for you."
Darkrai watched apprehensively. "What is it?"
"Destroy Cresselia."
Darkrai's cold blue eye widened. "Why?"
"The target has the Lunar Wing, which may be used to reawaken the elder Mew. This must not be allowed to happen. According to my resources, if Cresselia is destroyed, the Lunar Wing will also be destroyed. Since there is no way to destroy the Lunar Wing without harming the target, it will be much simpler to destroy Cresselia."
"Why don't you want to harm the target? Why not simply destroy this 'elder Mew' instead?"
"They are both necessary, alive, for my plan to meet fruition."
Darkrai's eye narrowed. "You told me to kill the target before."
"I did not yet realize that the target possessed what I sought. My only concern then was to prevent the awakening of the elder Mew. Now go and complete your task."
Darkrai paused momentarily, trying to think of a way out. For some reason, despite the fact that he knew he hated the Pokemon of dreams, he was reluctant to agree. Finally he nodded slowly. "Fine, sir."
The one blue eye flashed before the dark, shadowy form attached to it wavered and disappeared.
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"Giratina." The voice echoed through the hall, making its translucent white floor and ceiling shake.
Momentarily, a large shadow appeared, two glowing red points in its midst. It bowed, then spoke hesitantly in a low, sepulchral voice. "What is your will?"
Two eyes, each glowing red and green, stared at the shadow. "Find Palkia and Dialga."
The shadow's red eyes blinked, before it responded. "I cannot."
The red and green eyes flashed in anger. "You dare to disobey me?"
The shadow moved backward a distance. "I cannot do that."
"I will punish you for disobedience."
The shadow gained substance, two shadowy wings folding protectively in front of it. "So be it."
"What method of punishment do you prefer? Corporal, emotional, or spiritual?"
The shadow appeared to flinch at each word. After a moment, the deep, rumbling voice spoke again. "If you have no answer, then…"
Two beams of light shot from the red and green eyes, one from each. They impacted the shadow, and on the point of contact a glowing field spread across it, covering the shadow completely after a few seconds. Once it was completely covered by a swirling field of light, the light shrank down into a tiny point until it disappeared.
A few moments later, the voice spoke again, making the translucent surface under the eyes rumble. "Darkrai."