During the time Ash was spending enjoying the sweet life as Emperor of Alola, Annabel was putting together her own plans in hopes of satisfying her Master. While it was true she was glad to have such an important role in her Owner's Empire, having full reign of his Mind Stone temporarily, she couldn't help but feel like she could do more.
Annabel was upset over the fact that she as an Aura user was incapable of being brought under the true mental domination of her Overlord, all simply due to the fact she remained jealous of the women who were blessed with the privilege of staying by his side.
The violet haired policewomen knew Ash would soon desire a mate to breed and bring children into the world. To ensure her place as one of his chosen for such a glorious task of becoming a mother to her Lord's sons and daughters, she desired to perform up to far higher standard than any of the other women among her.
Scorning herself for having such a selfish desire to be with her Master, Annabel did her best to focus so that she may provide her Emperor of Ash results in this invasion campaign.
She wished she was not cursed with such an inadequacy, desiring only for her mind to be cleansed and broken, a task impossible for the Mind Stone. She would however stumble upon a discovery her Master would surely find pleasing.
A day or so passed after her team had successfully invaded to port city of Fuchsia, enslaving all in their wake, and suppressing any forms of pathetic resistance.
Annabel had brought the entire city under her Emperor's thumb, making use of the Empire's new servants well, immediately having them and their Pokémon erect walls around the entire town, preventing any outsiders from trespassing.
With the town under her command, Annabel thought it a good idea to take some time and go into the safari zone with a handful of her slave sisters, leaving Cynthia, the other Team Rose slaves and the Imperial Army to organize the new crowd of slaves.
"Misty, Nessa, Hilda!" Annabel commanded the three. "We're going out to catch our Master some Pokémon for his glorious army!"
"Yes, Milady!" The three enslaved thralls chanted, walking with brisk pace to keep up with their eager Mistress.
Setting out into the safari beyond, Annabel continued to lead the group a ways, only for a peculiar feeling to bring her attention to something.
"What's wrong, my Mistress?" Nessa asked her superior.
"I...felt something just now..." Annabel said absentmindedly, looking further north to a range of mountains, all covered in a layer of thick fog.
"Oh, I've heard of that place!" Misty said. "I came to this safari zone back when I was still a teenager. The park ranger told visitors like me to never go into the foothills there. Apparently travelers can get lost forever in that fog."
"Well, I doubt that rule holds meaning now that we're in charge." Annabel chuckled, defiant of any sort of rule or law that wasn't her Master's, blazing a trail immediately to the enshrouded mountains.
As the group got closer to the mountains, fog began to envelop them as well. Before they knew it, the group was almost lost, saved only through the sudden clarity Annabel was showing.
"Mistress." Hilda called to her superior in slight concern. "What now?"
"I've been having the strange feeling coming over me." Annabel told the trio. "And it's only been getting strong as we go further in.
As Annabel instinctually pressed onward, her slave sisters clung to her like glue, afraid of losing each other in the thick mist. A few minutes passed where the group only just continued to walk further and further in, but after realizing they were beginning to enter a large valley, Annabel began to sense a strong ethereal presence.
"Xatu!" Annabel called out, a Psychic Pokémon she took from one of the thousands of slaves captured from the Alliance. "Use Defog!"
As the Pokémon obeyed, flapping its wings to disperse the mist, Annabel and her slave sister's jaws dropped at the sight of what they saw. It was an old bastion of sorts. A giant stone temple that seemed to be built into the very mountains themselves, with jutting guard towers around its perimeter.
Realizing that this was the odd presence that had taken over her senses, Annabel walked forwards towards the structure, her slave minions following her lead. However, upon reaching what looked to be the doors to the great temple, there didn't seem to be no direct way of opening the giant stone doors before them.
"Let's search for a way inside, ladies!" Misty offered, the trio of subordinates splitting off from Annabel, who looked at the doors, deeply and yet blankly in thought.
After spending moments looking for a secret lever or button, the trio came up empty.
"Nothing!" Nessa pouted.
"Maybe we use our Pokémon and blast our way in!" Hilda chuckled, readying a Pokeball, only for Annabel to stay her hand.
"I think I found out what to do." Annabel said, pressing the palm of her hand gently on the stone door before her.
In response to her touch, the ground around the group rumbled, with rocky sediment loosing from the valley's walls around them. With a grating screech, the door to the bastion began to grind open, with mysterious, glowing blue sigils appearing on the door.
Looking into the darkness that was a tremendously large grand hall looking entrance, Annabel took the first step into the structure. Upon her entrance, two braziers once concealed in the dark began illuminated by mystical, blue flames. As Annabel and the other behind her continued walking, more and more brazier became lit.
A distinct image of a large struggle was showcased around the center hall, showing signs that a terrible battle took place in this very building. Blast marks from fire and shattered stones littered the entrance, with even a couple of discarded battle tunics and clothing left without the actual bodies of their wearers in sight.
Stepping further through the hallway and even under an arched doorway leading to the next room, the group of slave women came across what looked to be a grand library. Old bookcases, tables, and chairs looking rotted from what looked to be several centuries of absence from any use all looked very peculiar in shape.
With spiraling circle patterns and zig zagged points, the structure of the furniture looked alien in design, with nothing like it existing in their current time. The signs of these items, including the tunics in the prior room indicated to the slave women that this was once the residence of a once proud and organized faction. It was then Annabel realized what this place was.
"This is an Aura Guardian monastery!" She gasped, the words turning the heads of her sex thralls immediately.
"You mean like that Riley bastard?!" Hilda gasped.
"And like our Master as well." Annabel replied. "Like me."
"You're not an Aura Guardian, though." Misty replied.
"Maybe not, but Riley was right about me. I can use Aura, even though I'm not trained." Annabel retorted, the evidence becoming more clear to her. "That explains how I was able to find this place and somehow know how to open its doors."
"Incredible..." Misty breathed, fascinated by her slave sister's latent, untapped abilities. "Maybe we should look and see what there is around here. Maybe some special tool to train your powers, maybe? Who knows? Maybe even our Lord can give you lessons himself!"
Realizing her slave sister was correct, Annabel gave the command to scour the ancient library, her sisters happily obeying. As the group of four walked through the abandoned hallways of the once lively temple, Annabel delved further, only to find a solid stone wall with a small seam forming like a hidden doorway.
Using the same method as she had done before, Annabel pressed her hand onto the stone wall, its hinge grinding open to show a circular room behind it.
"I think I found something!" Annabel called out. "Continue your search in here, I'll investigate it myself!"
Stepping into the room, Annabel came upon a piece of scenery she would never expect from inside the depth of a temple within a mountain. In the room lay a small patch of soil, the shape of a dead tree there the sit in its eternal darkness until now. Underneath that tree lay a skeleton, clad in a runed tunic, it's armor plating shimming in the blue glow of the mystic flames around it.
In its arms lay a group of ancient tomes, all dusty and covered in webs, and yet at a first glance, seemingly intact. Next to the long deceased body was a peculiar flower, still blooming and alive amidst its inhospitable surroundings.
It hummed with a melodic tune as it glowed a luminescent blue color. Feeling compelled to touch the flower, Annabel put her hand out, gently pressing it's closed bulb with her soft fingers. Suddenly, the plant reacted to her touch, unfurling itself, releasing a strangely feint and weak grey glow.
Filling the room with its existence, the glow of the flower revealed the visage of a man, clad in the same armor as the one laying beneath Annabel, stood before the tree, praying to it.
"What is this?!" Annabel asked aloud, only to calm herself upon realizing the resemblance of the man's armor.
Upon further inspection, the violet haired aura user noted the man who stood before her was not seemingly all there. He was transparent, and unable to be touched, as Annabel soon found out after her hand passed through the man's torso like air.
"Mistress!" Hilda called out, as she and the other slaves charged into the room after hearing her shout. "Is something...wrong..."
Hilda's voice trailed off into silence, only watching in anticipation as all of the slave women looked on. A brief moment of empty silence. Then, the man spoke, but yet not specifically at the women behind his back.
"To whom it may concern, I bear grave news: The Monastery of Augur has fallen." The man said, still praying towards the tree. "Our tribe, our creed. The Aura Guardians-we are all but extinct."
"This is...a memory from the past." Annabel began to gather. "A record of the end of the Aura Guardians? Here?"
"For hundreds of generations, our Guild has acted in the interests of our Lord, Arceus himself. We have served as the peacekeepers of the world for countless generations. Our Lord even bestowed upon us his sacred artifacts, the Stones of Power, so that we may reunify the world in a peaceful and harmonious way. The man said. "But our vision for a peaceful world was tainted from the inside."
"This is interesting." Hilda chuckled, quickly hushing herself so that her Mistress may better hear the message.
"Our group normally inducted children at young ages into our ranks so that their youthful years could be spent training amongst their peers, without the noise and sedition from the outside world tainting their hearts." The man continued. "But all of that changed when one of our own masters brought before us a teenage boy, eyes as bright as the sun, but his soul as dark as the Distortion realm."
"We were convinced we could teach this boy our ways. Show him a way of purity and selflessness. But we misjudged the pure ambition that lay dormant in his heart." The man continued. "Through an act of deceit and treachery, this boy led a coup from within our ranks. We were too proud of ourselves and our pupils to notice how dark some of their hearts were. As their philosophy spread within our ranks, so did their numbers."
"Even though my guild, my family has been destroyed, and even as these pretenders who still hold our name as guardians all for profit and glory, there is still hope. Through our time communing with Pokemon who can foresee the future, we've seen a future where our tainted name is put to rest." The man further talked, leading up to a crucial detail that all of the slaves listened intently to.
"Even though our guild has been destroyed, even as its last remaining members are hunted down, I stand here proud, even as I myself hide, waiting for the end." The man said. "Our perception of fate has revealed to me that a Chosen One, gifted the powers of our Lord Arceus himself, will face the last servant of the pretenders. He will free the stones from those who have stolen them, and with their power, he will unify the world, with the help of several allies, including a descendant from our very own."
After finishing his last sentence, the man turned, also as if he was speaking to Annabel himself.
"If fate is certain, than our child of the future shall return home, home to where her family once lived." The man said, his vision still positioned to where Annabel was standing, the violet haired women's mind only barely just processing what she was hearing.
"If fate has brought you here, child, then be warned." The man said, raising his hand to gesture. "The only way our world can be saved from the machinations of our traitors' successor, then you must be trained. You must stand alongside the ones you call sisters and the one you call Master. Only through all of your combined efforts can our world be saved from blight."
"I have left this message in my Time Flower, awaiting the time you shall arrive. Until then, I shall pour my entire life essence into the flower. I must ensure that this message of our future gets passed along." The man said, now turning down to lay down beside the flower from the past, clutching his hands together with books pressed to his chest.
The message then ends, with the last thing seen from the time preserving flower being the man pouring his Aura into the flower, ensuring it remained alive in such a dark place. With the flower's purpose served, it then began wilting away before the groups eyes, as if the man himself was right there inside it, holding out for so long until finally letting go, his soul now truly at peace.
Retrieving the books from the man's body, Annabel and the others scoured the contents of the tomes. Inside contained the basic and advanced arts of Aura manipulation, including its practical uses in combat.
"I think I found the perfect thing to bring home to our Master, ladies!" Annabel said excitedly, making her way out of the confined room.
With such an accurate premonition, Annabel knew what she had to do. Upon returning to base camp on the Fuchsia Harbor, Annabel made contact with Ash from within her command vessel.
"Master, I just uncovered an incredible discovery!" The violet haired police women said with joy. "I found an Aura Guardian temple alongside many journals and a message from the past!"
"Message from the past?" Ash asked. "What do you mean?"
"I touched this fancy looking flower, and all of the sudden, a man from the past was speaking, telling us about our current present time!" She added.
"Ah yes, a Time Flower!" Ash said, recalling his own past. "I have had some experience with such things in the past before. Why don't you come back home and we can go over this in more detail. Cynthia can stay and maintain command in your absence."
"Yes, Master!" Annabel said in pure delight, commanding the crew of her warship to prepare for launch.
As this was happening, sinister evens were taking place over in the Region of Orre.
"Well, boss?" An exhausted Team Rocket grunt panted, resting his chin on his shovel. "We've dug an opening to this cave like you asked. But what's so special down here anyways?"
"Allow me to guide you, my loyal subjects." Riley said with sinister tone in his voice.
Upon opening a specially made briefcase, Riley inspected its contents, the glowing shards that made up a portion of the Red Chain glowing from within their confinement cases within the case. After smiling greedily as his latest prize, Riley and his new crew of cohorts descended down the tunnel beneath the Region's volcano, one specific prize in mind.
As the group of villains descended into the bowels of the earth, Ash's group of slave women just began to depart from their plane, completely unaware of the trouble they would soon face.
AN: Hello again, dear readers. Im back again with yet another installment to my flagship story. This time, a raw portion of plot has been injected into the story again. Don't worry, after the next chapter, I will once again focus on pure, enjoyable smut scenes.
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