Prologue
Empres lies on the ground, dying. She cannot deny it any longer; she had been defeated. The intense heat burns around her as she lies on the ground in a pool of blood. The cries of the dying and the death cries of the more fortunate can still be heard in the distance and up close. Empres once heard that when you die your sins pass before your eyes. If that had been true, Empres would be lying on that cold steel for what would be an eternity. Her magic had failed her at the worst possible time. And to make matters worse, she had run out of arrows. If only she could employ the use of her curative magic… if only.
At the time of her suffering's end a being appeared in front of Empres, and Empres found that she could stand up. Doing so, she looked down and saw her body lying peacefully on the ground. The horrible wound was barely visible due to her armor. From above, she could see what had failed when her magic ran dry: her armor was poorly repaired; almost as if it were purposely done so. She though back to the armory deep within the peaceful confines of her private island floating far above the Eden like sanctuary of Clan Pikachu. The giant castle, the underground laboratory, the tower; all of which she would never see again. She wondered how CP would get along without her.
"HEY!"
The shout snapped Empres back to the present and to the mysterious figure before her. The figure had a brown cloak over its body, a shining crown barely visible under the hood. A barely concealed tail stuck out from under the back of the cloak. The figure appeared to be young.
"What is your name, stranger?"
The figure smiled at Empres and waved its hand. Suddenly Empres was back on her island; all of her dead friends were here too. The figure threw off its cloak and a beautiful woman was revealed. The crown shone gloriously now that all of its beauty could be seen. A sapphire was set in the crown's center. The woman's armor was made of crystal and a silver cloak was flowing in a breeze that only the woman could feel. A blaster was set at her side, in a jeweled holster. Verily, the woman was royalty of some type.
"My name is Eryone. When your magic failed you, it was transferred to me. That was only five minutes ago to you, but to me it was seventeen years ago, when I was two years old."
"By what means did you travel to my death site? I saw no time machine nearby and I was on the verge of inventing a PTM, but I was called to this fateful battle instead."
"In my time, your PTM technology is so advanced, that it is placed into infants of royalty. I, of course, had to have it surgically implemented just before I came here." An uneasy silence followed in which Empres digested this information. "I suppose you are wondering why I came here."
"Yes, that is one of the thoughts on my mind."
"I am here to hear your story and record it to time. In my time you are only a name in a long book of casualties and survivors. Your name is honored as one of the lead fighters. You were given the honorary title of a General for your death."
Empres looked a bit sad that her story was never told to kids growing up. "What will you do with the story when you gather it?"
Eryone looked a bit shaken by the question, she had hoped that Empres would not ask the question. "I will place it in the annals of Clan Pikachu's library of this time period. My generation will grow up knowing your story."
Empres seemed to be pleased with this answer and began to tell her story.
"It all started long ago when a little girl named Susie and her birth mother were standing in a field with a helicopter approaching…"
Empres lies on the ground, dying. She cannot deny it any longer; she had been defeated. The intense heat burns around her as she lies on the ground in a pool of blood. The cries of the dying and the death cries of the more fortunate can still be heard in the distance and up close. Empres once heard that when you die your sins pass before your eyes. If that had been true, Empres would be lying on that cold steel for what would be an eternity. Her magic had failed her at the worst possible time. And to make matters worse, she had run out of arrows. If only she could employ the use of her curative magic… if only.
At the time of her suffering's end a being appeared in front of Empres, and Empres found that she could stand up. Doing so, she looked down and saw her body lying peacefully on the ground. The horrible wound was barely visible due to her armor. From above, she could see what had failed when her magic ran dry: her armor was poorly repaired; almost as if it were purposely done so. She though back to the armory deep within the peaceful confines of her private island floating far above the Eden like sanctuary of Clan Pikachu. The giant castle, the underground laboratory, the tower; all of which she would never see again. She wondered how CP would get along without her.
"HEY!"
The shout snapped Empres back to the present and to the mysterious figure before her. The figure had a brown cloak over its body, a shining crown barely visible under the hood. A barely concealed tail stuck out from under the back of the cloak. The figure appeared to be young.
"What is your name, stranger?"
The figure smiled at Empres and waved its hand. Suddenly Empres was back on her island; all of her dead friends were here too. The figure threw off its cloak and a beautiful woman was revealed. The crown shone gloriously now that all of its beauty could be seen. A sapphire was set in the crown's center. The woman's armor was made of crystal and a silver cloak was flowing in a breeze that only the woman could feel. A blaster was set at her side, in a jeweled holster. Verily, the woman was royalty of some type.
"My name is Eryone. When your magic failed you, it was transferred to me. That was only five minutes ago to you, but to me it was seventeen years ago, when I was two years old."
"By what means did you travel to my death site? I saw no time machine nearby and I was on the verge of inventing a PTM, but I was called to this fateful battle instead."
"In my time, your PTM technology is so advanced, that it is placed into infants of royalty. I, of course, had to have it surgically implemented just before I came here." An uneasy silence followed in which Empres digested this information. "I suppose you are wondering why I came here."
"Yes, that is one of the thoughts on my mind."
"I am here to hear your story and record it to time. In my time you are only a name in a long book of casualties and survivors. Your name is honored as one of the lead fighters. You were given the honorary title of a General for your death."
Empres looked a bit sad that her story was never told to kids growing up. "What will you do with the story when you gather it?"
Eryone looked a bit shaken by the question, she had hoped that Empres would not ask the question. "I will place it in the annals of Clan Pikachu's library of this time period. My generation will grow up knowing your story."
Empres seemed to be pleased with this answer and began to tell her story.
"It all started long ago when a little girl named Susie and her birth mother were standing in a field with a helicopter approaching…"