Omake 001

\(ΦωΦ\)◊...Somewhen and somewhere after the First Wave...◊(/ΦωΦ)/

His father, however courageous and a Team leader worth an Embleteora had been, had become a Wimpod.

Or at least, that was what princess's sire claimed. The half-Dragon Type had said that the decision of saving as many cousins as the father could from the First Wave and flee had been the best one in hindsight, but the execution could have been done better.

Both the team leader's mate and his daughter had been taken even if the Explorer hadn't been affected by the rage of the glittering black dust, like most of the dungeon occupants had been. HE could have moved quicker. Mega-evolved as soon as his mother-in-law had felt the inkling of something wrong coming. Swiped away the offending black dust with a Psychic. Snatched all the children away with his telekinesis instead of physically grab only the few he could reach, his own son included.

However, said son didn't share any of that old coot's opinions. Even if said old coot was the sire of an immortal Floette with a unique flower and who was the daughter of the previous incarnation of Xerneas and so a princess. They hadn't been there when the First Wave had crashed over them.

The young pokémon sighed forlornly as he trudged across the forest in search of a quiet place. There was too much noise at the court of the former Xerneas and he didn't know how his cousins could manage that overwhelming feeling. He missed his best friends. One was near their new location, but he wasn't allowed to see her; the other instead had been in the dungeon with him at the time of the First Wave, but his father had been in too much hurry to wait for her too. He really hoped that she had managed to escape, little as she was.

A childish laugh made him halt where he stood. What...? He focused, trying to find its source. There was a faint something... there! The branch and its leaves that peeked from beyond a trunk didn't look like they were made from the same kind of tree. Hesitantly he went to investigate and found himself face to face with a Phantump, who blinked at him a bit Noctowlishly then made the same childish laugh as before.

− You can see me! Happy, happy! − the Ghost-Grass Type giggled again, then l leaped forward and grabbed his paw. − Come, come! You need to see this! Auntie said that whoever can see me needs a reward! − the phantom child with an unsuspectable strength managed to drag him for a while away from the path. Normally the young pokémon wouldn't have followed such a shady Type, but something told him that the child didn't have any malicious intentions, so he relented and followed him. Ghost Type or not, he was able to defend himself if needed.

Few minutes after and many thorny branches later, the duo arrived into a clearing with treetops so dense that only few rays of light came from above... and illuminated a huge and bare white-silvery tree. Which was shaped like an X. The young pokémon gasped, bewildered. This was Lady Xerneas resting place! Even her daughter claimed not knowing it!

He was about to comment about this, when a whisper reached him. He froze, so his guide let go of him and watched with anticipation. A voice, so little that had been previously drowned by the sheer presence of the Tree, was now near enough for him to hear.

And was calling. Pleading even, for someone to help her.

The team leader's son stepped forward, searching restlessly for its source, till a shard of reflected light blinded one of his eye.

There, wrapped in a tangled mess of creepers with familiar white-azure flowers, stood a strange tool. It was a sort of rod of metal slightly shorter that him, but probably only because it was infixed into the ground. There was a horizontal slightly-curved-downside short piece of metal across it near its top, where a tattered piece of cloth hanged. Looking closely at it, maybe the material had been light blue once. Moreover, where the two pieces of metal crossed, there was a circular hollow, as if there had been some sort of gem embed.

...Was this what Master Virizion had talked about once? A sword?

Still conscious of the looming form of the white tree, the young pokémon stepped nearer the artifact and crouched before it. Then looked at the Phantump who had guided him here, silently asking what he wanted him to do.

− Auntie said that sword is yours since you see me. Auntie is never wrong. − the team leader's son raised an eyeridge in question, so the Stump Pokémon elaborated. − Who is Auntie? − A nod. − That white tree of course!

... So it was a probable gift from Lady Xerneas. And since nobody else in almost a thousand years had seen the Phantump due to the sword still being here, it had been destined to him. But he wasn't that special, Mega-evolving father nonetheless.

...Though a gift from a Mighty Knight wasn't something someone could refuse.

Hesitantly the young pokémon stood, then reached for what Master Virizion had called the hilt of the sword. The metal was cool under his paw as he took hold of it. However that observation was immediately lost in stead of a wave of something that washed over him. It was almost as overwhelming as the wrongness, but at the same time it was totally different. Ancient, confused, slightly scared and somewhat in need of help. Asking, not demanding and forcing.

Unconsciously the young pokémon pulled the sword upwards.

The creepers came undone from around the blade without too much prompting, as if bidding farewell to their treasure peacefully, leaving the tassel flutter in a light breeze, weighed only by an hexagonal piece of something tied at the end of it.

The young pokémon's attention wasn't focused on that, though. As soon as he had turned the tip of the sword upwards, the hollow circle above the hilt fluttered as if an eyelid was trying to open... which it was.

A single azure eye stared back at a couple of irises of equal shade, the two owners seizing each other.

«You woke me up from my endless slumber.» the same feminine voice of the whisper spoke to him, clear inside his mind, like his father did with telepathy. «Has Lady Tree managed at last to find someone worthy of her blessing?» the last thought was so soft that probably hadn't meant to be shared, so he ignored it, humming an inquiring noise. «How did you find me?» she finally asked.

The young pokémon shifted his stance a bit, allowing the eye to glance at the Phantump still floating in the clearing, who waved his little hand.

«Oh, sir Deku. You guided him here.» the blade's voice practically sang.

− Yah, he found me! − he pirouetted cheerfully. − He is good and never complained!

The sword stayed silent for a while, but the young pokémon never dared to interrupt it, patiently waiting for whatever consideration she was making. Not that he wasn't listening to anything anyway: not words at least. Quiet emotions ran like a spring between his paws, so he focused on them. Inquiring curiosity, a flicker of alarm then almost holy determination.

«...I see. You are a brave and righteous one, who defends those you love even if you're on your last stand.» the blade hummed. The young pokémon stiffened in shock. How did she know that he had tried to fight the paralyzing effect of the First Wave to reach and save at least his mother, sister and best friend? «As you hold me, we are trusting each other with something. You are unconsciously letting me share my mind with you, thus your memory is also mine to see. At the same time, I am letting you wield me without any drawback.» she paused, then elaborated. «When Lady Tree was still awake, she saved me by making me survive in this form. Snatched from my world while at my last breaths, I had not long to live. My sword became my last and final shape, though, before falling into an endless slumber that would have mended my broken lifeforce, Lady Tree warned me of an inevitable curse. Those not worthy of my companionship would be drained of their energy and I would continue my slumber, unmolested. However...» she paused and the tassel seemed to make a little dance. «If someone capable of seeing sir Deku and hear my plea had come, I would have awoken. If I had deemed them worthy, in time of great need I would offer them both my assistance and this.» The tassel raised the hexagonal piece it held and the young pokémon gasped in shock. «Though, it is only half complete. My Lady requested that the other half would have been completed by the blessing of one of the Regalia Mighty Knights.»

...Okay, nothing too demanding. After all Lady Uxie, Lady Azelf and Lady Mesprit were just on the other side of the sea, right where the princess's sire had forbidden any of the children saved by the team leader to go back, due to the reigning Darkness. And he had practically leashed the young pokémon's father at his side, to protect both him and the princess from any attack, even if in this land no Shadow Raid had happened, sans in only one dungeon which had already been sealed.

But... he wanted to find a way to rescue his mother and sister. To free his father and his kind from the figurative shackles that fear had imposed on them. To go back home and to his best friends.

He exhaled a long breath, recollecting all his composure. He opened his azure eyes, which had been closed as he reflected, then solemnly nodded, accepting the honor and burden.

«The path will be long and perilous, young master, but I will be honored to share it with you.» the sword accepted in kind. Her new companion made a silent inquiry, which she didn't seem to mind. «I had been given the name of Fi by Lady Tree, young master.»

− Thank you Fi. But please, call me...

\(ΦωΦ\)◊...contemporary to the end of Ch. 11...◊(/ΦωΦ)/

Morrigan stared into the night, perched as usual on the very top of Torre Basalto.

How many pokémon did they have to lose each day? One was too many against the Darkness. And still, not many pieces of information had been gathered in six months. The loss some of the Winds had taken a huge toll on their net of contacts since no one from the nests of Pinnacoli Ululanti had the guts to evolve and inherit the title.

In the past the position of Cardinal Winds had signified great honor and prestige, but now the Pidgey line feared to step up since four out of eight Pidgeot had mysteriously disappeared since the First Wave. Levante, Ponente, Grecale and Maestrale. Two of them considered the best and most powerful of their fliers. The young hatchlings didn't feel they could possibly match up to them, and Morrigan couldn't fault them after all.

The Destruction Pokémon sighed and folded her wings more like a cocoon to keep a bit of her heat. It was chill up there after all, but she felt like she had to keep watch.

− Sister. − a pool of dusk surged up and took form of a Darkrai, making the other occupant of the terrace tilt her head in acknowledgement. − One of our Watchtower sentinels reports a Calling Beacon from the Mines area.

− Not a distress one? − she rumbled.

− No, but the code was of high priority. We've already summoned Libeccio and informed him of the mission. He's to depart on dawn's break. − the Pitch-Black Pokémon informed her sister.

− Very well. Inform me as soon as the Watchtowers see him head back towards the News Bearer. This time I will join our client at hearing one of our dearest's news. − the Dark-Flying Type stated, raising to her full height and stretching both wings and neck.

It was high time that Morrigan, the harbinger of destruction, Mighty Knight, rightful founder of the Cardinal Winds institution and current incarnation of Yveltal made an appearance outside the confines of her dark tower.

\(ΦωΦ\)◊...Somewhen and somewhere after the First Wave...◊(/ΦωΦ)/

The scent of mainland felt like a dream after months of nightmares that had been particularly bad when the last few days had been spent in the middle of the sea.

After thanking the Alomomola that had rescued him from the wreckage of his raft, the tiny passenger laid down on a half-shady corner of the beach to dry off the salt water still clinging on him and reflected on his situation.

It had taken him months to come in this place and he had had to face multiple rejections from pokémon capable of carrying him across the sea, before taking the matter in his own claws and built a raft that had given up on him almost halfway. Thank Kyogre for the Caring Pokémon's arrival.

He absently patted his tail on the sand in a fidgeting tic, lower half of his body under the shade, and squeezed his eyes shut.

He had to help. To rescue his idols who had been wiped out by the First Wave. Or to exact vengeance at the very least. To at least relay the information he had accidentally gathered back home, where no one wanted to have anything to do with him or his family, either disgusted or too afraid. But... the tiny pokémon wasn't resentful towards all of them. They simply didn't understand because of ignorance.

He was going to prove all of them wrong by reaching the base of the Pidgeot Mail service and informing the News Bearer of his knowledge. (And by saving his heroes.)

Feeling sufficiently dry, the little pokémon stood and shook away the lingering sand, then turned to look at the forest beyond the dunes of the beach and the silhouette of the volcano on the horizon.

Now his goal was in sight. Nothing would slow him down.

\(ΦωΦ\)◊...Somewhen and somewhere after the Ch. 1...◊(/ΦωΦ)/

The floating pokémon's tail lashed irritably as it stared at the hole in the ground. «Let me recap real quick: you want my friend- ("Travelling companion" came a grumbled interjection from said pokémon that went ignored) to jump headfirst into a perilous venture to save your region?»

− Indeed. Isn't it ingenious? − a high pitched voice came from the hole tainted by delighted glee.

«No reward, no glory, no support because I'm not allowed to follow him?» the floating pokémon trudged on, disregarding even that comment.

− Yes, there are already two of your squishy species down here, it would signify too much chaos. − the voice dismissed the argument casually.

«Then why not asking them for this favor of yours?!» the irritated pokémon snapped, before turning its attention to its companion. «Com'on, we're getting out of here!»

The larger tailed pokémon beside it hesitated as he was still staring at the hole, then he did a small sigh and relented to the tug of his floating companion and turned to leave.

− What if this involves... some friends of yours? − the slight snarky and enjoying-this-way-too-much voice asked teasingly, making them halt.

«Friends? But I'm here and his "minions" are safe where we left them!» the little floating 'mon snarled after being confused for a second. This time its companion seemed too focused on something else to correct its statement.

− Oh, weeeeell, maybe not proper friends, − the voice trailed. − but I heard from a reliable source that they saved you twice. − the bigger pokémon on the rooftop twitched at that mention.

«But no one could ever-» the smaller started to rant before the till-now-mostly-quiet larger pokémon grabbed it from the scuff of its neck to keep it at bay.

«What did they do this time?» his deep voice commanded, glaring at the hole.

− Stumbled into something they shouldn't have been involved to. But they do have their uses, so I left them some bonuses. − the voice seemed to grin with malicious glee.

«Which I am part of.» he stated, almost unperturbed.

− Not really. I just came upon the knowledge of your existence while digging into their background and you're just what I need for a project of mine. If we succeed, you may be able to provide also some backhand assistance to those... "acquaintances" of yours. They sure need all they can harvest! − the voice cackled disturbingly.

The larger pokémon crossed his arms as his tail lazily moved behind him. Could he really trust this being? ...It couldn't have sniffled his past with them if it hadn't met them at least once. And from the reports, his acquaintances were trouble-finders.

...It was worth investigating at least. Besides, even if the being attempted anything, his natural proficiency and the years of training he had done were enough to ward off any "evil" scheme.

«Very well. I will assist you in your "project". However, you will tell me the extended version of their involvement.» the larger pokémon agreed, making his companion gape.

− Com'on then! − the voice urged impatiently, but victoriously.

«But-» it tried to protest, before being cut out.

«It is about time I truly repay my debt. Besides, once somebody told me that you don't always need a reason to help someone.» he made a small smile. «We will meet soon again.» he promised.

«I'll wait for you then, friend.» this time the larger pokémon didn't even try to protest, just nodded and dived headfirst into the hole, which disappeared a second after.

The small floating pokémon really hoped this gamble would be worth the risk.


Do you wanna save the game?

►YES

NO

...φ

SAVED.


A/N. Okay, so I wanted to do something nice for the Pokémon Day, but then yesterday (February 26th) out of nowhere came the announcement of the 7 minutes Direct. Thus this Omake spawned into my mind, took hold of my rampaging hype and drove it to insanely lengths, forcing me to write these... teasers of sorts.

Has this extra chapter given you any theories either about the story or the identity of the obscure pokémon protagonist of this drabbles?

Said this, I also claim: I own nothing! (Just the bragging rights of ideating this insane plot u_ù.)

Also about the Direct... So much potential is waiting to be uncovered at the end of this year, I can hardly wait! :D

Little spoiler free question (meaning=don't read the reviews if anybody writes one):

Grass, Fire or Water starter? And which version? Personally, I'm still unsure about which starter to choose (I'll probably wait until I see which direction each line goes to), but I'm certain that I like better their artwork than their 3D model. As for the version... I'll get probably the one shown on the left during the Direct (see, totally spoiler free! xD) if nothing makes me change my mind.

Thank for all your views, favorites and follow, but please review if you can: they not only make my day, but they are also the fuel on which my muse feeds. So, if my fickle brain decides to march onwards, next chapter will be ready for April 1st (but I don't guarantee anything).

Type ya soon!