Light of the shadows

Prologue

Arceus looked down at the creation before him with his ruby eyes, a warm smile sketched upon his face. The tall man stood in the middle of a large, crystal hall. There seemed to be no ceiling as the height of the hall appeared endless, a golden glow emitted from above and shone its light down upon them. A single red carpet, reaching from the large doors from the other end of the hall to the stairs leading to the platform where Arceus stood, covered the floor.. Behind the god was his other two creations: Dialga the lord of time and Palkia the lord of space.

Arceus was well-built and stood tall and proud with honour, his pure white waist-height hair blowing behind him in. Two parts of his hair was spiked up at the top of his head, taking the form of horns. His eyes were covered by emerald green paint and two green scar-like marks were on his cheeks. Covering his body was a long, pure white coat with golden trimming, a grey shirt with three black lines and a pair of grey trousers were underneath the coat. A golden belt holding many different gems hung around his waist. A pair of topaz boots were on his legs.

Dialga and Palkia both wore armour and were exactly the same height. The lord of time's armour was a rich, dark sapphire with silver and bright blue lining. His armour mostly consisted of diamond shaped plates. On his metallic chest plate was a diamond and attached to his back was a fin-like structure. His hair was short and a dark blue colour, two horns on top of his head with two fang-like horns around his mouth. His eyes were just like Arceus'. Blood red.

Palkia, however, was a very light purple colour with dark purple lining, his shoulder plates were round and in the middle of them were a bright pearl. Instead of diamond shaped plates, his armour was more round and smoother. Covering his dark purple hair was a helmet formed by pointed white crest that extends to two wings and two strong horn-like tusks on the sides of the helmet.

Arceus strolled down from where he was stood and stopped in front of a 19 year old girl who was crouched before him. The god of Pokemon held out his hand to the girl.

"Rise," he said to her, his voice sounded calm yet powerful.

The girl raised her head and got to her feet. Unlike Dialga and Palkia, the third creation wore no armour and was smaller than them, only reaching the top of their chests. Her silver hair flowed behind her perfectly and rested against her chest, a golden jaw-like frame attached to both sides of her face. Like Arceus, she too wore a long coat but her's was a silvery platinum grey with black lining around the collar. On the arms, just below the shoulders and down where the coat rested against her knees, was two black lines with a single red line in the middle. On her sleeves were three golden spikes and on the waist of her coat was four spikes that curved around her waist like a belt. Underneath her coat, she wore a black and red striped shirt and dark grey trousers. A pair of golden boots covered her feet and on her back, a single pair of black, smoke-like wings stretched a little, three jagged spikes appearing out from either wing.

"I hereby crown you as Giratina, Lady of Distortion and Darkness," Arceus said to her, a purple and black orb appeared in his hand. "You shall keep control over the distortions caused by time and space and also control the shadows of the night."

The orb floated into the air and went inside of Giratina, a faint purple glow came from her before vanishing. Giratina blinked before bowing to Arceus.

"Thank you, father," she replied to him. Dialga and Palkia shivered at the sound of her voice, it sounded dark yet mysterious for a girl such as herself.

Arceus broke into a warm smile and lowered his hand, he turned around to face Dialga and Palka with confidence in his eyes.

"Come, Dialga, Palkia and Giratina" Arceus said to them. "It is time to create a new world. Together."

And so they did.

Together, the four deities worked together and created the world, Arceus also created many other legendaries to help with the creation. From the lava of the world, he created Groudon to shape the continents. From the smallest drops of water, he created Kyogre to create the seven seas. From the clouds, he created Rayquaza to create the oxygen and the atmosphere. Soon, Azelf, Mespirit and Uxie were created with the powers of willpower, emotions and knowledge. Arceus also created Xerneas and Yveltal to control life and death, brining forth the eternal circle of dying and regaining life for the pokemon soon to be created. Many other legendaries soon came after and played their roles, including the ancestor of all Pokemon, Mew.

After the world and the Pokemon was created, Arceus and Giratina grew surprisingly close to each other, a father-daughter bond appearing between them both. They would spend countless hours exploring the world, talking and sharing their knowledge with each other, discovering new things and giving names to the Pokemon who were unnamed. To Arceus, Giratina was his prized creation and he was proud of her just like any other father would.

However, Palkia and Dialga grew hatred towards Giratina, they despised her and hated her for being favoured by their father. They believed Giratina stole him from them, gaining all the attention for themselves. Slowly,their hated grew and finally, they seeked their revenge.

Giratina was stood in the middle of a large field, watching the skies while her silver hair blew gently against the cool breeze. Her coat flapped behind her. Her eyes were closed shut and a small smile was on her face. Around her, the lush green grass swayed in the wind and high above, the cloudless sky revealed the sun sending its warmth onto the earth.

"Father... the world you created is a wonderful place," Giratina muttered to herself. "There's no war, no killing or hatred in this world. Only peace and hope."

A loud zooming noise reached her ears and Giratina turned around, just as a purplish pink slice collided with her right arm. Giratina yelled in pain as she was sent sprawling onto the ground, trembling from the sudden attack. Immediately, her hand flung to her arm as pain pounded through her, blood was slowly appearing through her coat. She looked up and her eyes widened.

"P-Palkia! W-What's the meaning of this?" she questioned fearfully as the lord of space approached her.

"Revenge, Giratina," Palkia answered as Dialga appeared behind Giratina. "Revenge for taking our father from us!"

"I don't understand-" Giratina begun but was interrupted by a round of Metal claws from Dialga.

Each slice struck her back, causing Giratina to cry out in agony. She squeezed her eyes shut, tears forming in her eyes.

"Father only paid attention on you, not me or Palkia," Dialga answered, holding out his hand. A blue ball begun to appear in his hand. "It was only you he focused on! Not me, not Palkia, YOU! You're going to regret taking him away from us, Giratina!"

Dialga unleashed a Roar of Time onto Giratina, the move stuck her directly in the chest and sent her flying back from the duo. Palkia charged at the Lady of Distortion, a sword appearing in his hand. The blade was a dark purple colour and the hilt was in the shape of one of his shoulder plates. With one swift movement, Palkia sliced Giratina's chest while Dialga did the same but on her back with a sword similar to his armour. The two Pokemon continued to attack Giratina, unleashing a move on her whenever they could and sliced her with their swords.

Giratina was blasted away from them when both Dialga's Roar of time and Palkia's Spacial Rend collided with her. Her clothes were torn and ripped, covered in her own crimson red blood. Gashes, cuts and bruises covered her entire body, she trembled violently with pain and fear. Her wings covered her body, a few large gashes covering them. She lifted her head up, one side of her face covered in blood and bruises.

"...it... wasn't my fault... that father cared about me..." she whimpered in a painful and hurt voice. "I... I thought... I was your sister...!"

"Not any more!" Palkia bellowed, kicking Giratina in the face. He then repeatedly stomped on her head. Each stomp was harder than the other. "You never are! You never will be!"

Then it happened.

Giratina released a painful roar as a blast of darkness exploded out from her, sending Palkia and Dialga away from her. Around them, the grass of the field withered away and the field became a wasteland, black clouds filled the skies with red lightning dancing through them like knives and swords. Giratina stood up from where she laid, her eyes fully black and darkness cloaked her body. Her wings grew larger and more threatening, large claws appeared on her hands and fangs appeared in her mouth. Power flooded out from her, causing her two brothers to tremble with fear as she approached them.

"I TRUSTED YOU!" Giratina bellowed, lightning flashed above her as she raised her clawed hand. A large shadowball appeared in her grasp. Her voice echoed across the skies, sounding more threatening and distorted than her calm voice burning up in her eyes. "YOU WAS MY FAMILY AND YOU BETRAYED ME! YOU DO NOT DERSERVE TO LIVE, NOR BREATH, NOR SPEAK MY NAME! PERISH! BOTH OF YOU!"

Giratina aimed the Shadowball at her brothers, no mercy emitted from her at all. Dialga and Palkia tried to move but their fears overcame them, both too frightened to move.

A Hyper beam collided with the Shadowball, causing the move to explode. Giratina growled in fury as the smoke slowly vanished. Stood in front of Palkia and Dialga was Arceus, shock yet sadness in his eyes. Giratina backed away as Arceus approached her, the god pokemon raised his hand and golden chains erupted out from the ground. The chains wrapped themselves around Giratina,causing her to roar in pain and fury as a portal appeared underneath her. Arceus closed his eyes as Giratina thrashed violently as the chains pulled her into the portal.

Giratina's eyes, wings, mouth and claws returned to normal and her eyes widened in horror. She thrashed more as she tried to break free, desperate to go to her father.

"Father! Please! What are you doing?" Giratina cried, tears flooding down her blood drenched face. She was almost fully in the portal.

Arceus opened his eyes, tears flooding down from the god's face.

"I'm sorry... Giratina. I have to banish you..." Arceus answered sadly, keeping his hand raised. "For the safety of all pokemon... and yourself!"

"FATHER!"

Giratina released one final loud scream as she fell through the portal, the portal closing the instant her whole body fell inside. The sky returned to normal but the ground remained a barrian wasteland, a few small puddles of Giratina's blood laid upon it. Arceus lowered his hand before collapsing to his knees, his face buried in his hands. All of Arceus' body trembled.

He had banished Giratina, his daughter.

Banished her to the distortion world for eternity.

He had to though, for her sake. Her power was dangerous for the world, she could destroy it if she lost control.

Dialga and Palkia watched with sly smirks on their faces, finally knowing they had their father to themselves. Yet guilt washed over them when their father walked away from them, shaking his head. They thought getting Giratina banished would make Arceus spend more time with them. Yet it only broke him and brought the god into depression. Dialga and Palkia watched as their father vanished into a portal leading to his dimension before going to their own, sadness and guilt remaining in their hearts.

Many years passed since Giratina's banishment and Dialga, Palkia never left their dimensions. Arceus remained in the Hall of Origins, grieving without end for the banishment of his dear daughter. Many pokemon, including the legendaries, knew what happened and they never brought it up. They too was filled with grief. However, they slowly forgot about the day until the only evidence of Giratina was only a small part of the creation legend where she was known as the Pokemon who almost destroyed the world until Arceus banished her for her violence.

The Renegade Pokemon

As for Giratina?

She never forgot that day. It haunted her for every minute, every second of her life.