Chapter 21
Mewtwo decided to take Vesta down the corridor designated to the Kanto Trio. There, she was able to look at all the major events in their past recorded on the stone walls. Considering the purpose of the Kanto Trio, most of the recordings were similar; the more personal and less world threatening events concerning any of the legendary pokemon were recorded inside the private sanctuaries located at the end of their respective corridors.
Articuno, Zapdos and Moltres are each keystone species united to maintain balance in the ocean's behavior, and when one member was out of the picture, chaos usually ensues, and Lugia would have to step in until the missing member was found and returned, or…replaced. Ash was involved in the most recent event and therefore recorded on the most recent addition in the corridor of the Kanto Trio.
Mewtwo noticed early on that Ash had been recorded in new additions down a couple of the corridors, or even in the few private sanctuaries that he was allowed into at one time or another. Then he watched as more and more Legendary pokemon recorded their encounters with the up and coming "Chosen One". What Ash was chosen for, Arceus would not say, and any time traveling pokemon were forbidden to speak of it, for doing so could set the future along one of it's many paths, or change it altogether—for better or worse, no one knew, and nor dared to risk it. It always started the same however, the pattern of one particular human coincidentally crossing paths with numerous Legendary pokemon, all in preparation for one final act of heroism. The fate of the Chosen One, two possibilities: sacrifice to restore the world's peace, or survival, to enjoy the peaceful world they were able to restore. Mewtwo prayed that for Ash it would be the latter; he deserved as much. What gave Mewtwo hope for that result was that Ash always had a remarkable habit of beating the odds—
"Mewtwoooo?" Vesta asked, waving her hand in front of his face, "Hey! Earth to Mewtwo!"
"Technically we are not on Earth at this present moment," Mewtwo said casually, "it's just a similar atmosphere in this dimension."
Vesta choked on whatever words she was going to say next.
"Nice recovery, Space Cadet," Mew joked. Mewtwo glared at her and she threw up her paws in surrender, "H-hey! Misty started that one, s-she even said it right in front of you during one of your episodes."
"You…do that often?" Vesta asked.
Mewtwo ignored the question, "What was it you needed to ask me?"
"Oh…um," she was having trouble recalling her words, "Well, I was just wondering where your corridor is."
Mewtwo hesitated, he hadn't been down his and Mew's corridor since Arceus first returned, but it was up to date with all the major events in his life; his section of the private sanctuary was yet to be updated though—if he felt it necessary.
"If Giovanni remembers me then I am sure you've already been informed of what transpired on Mount Quena," Mewtwo began as he lead the way to his and Mew's corridor, "However, I do not think anyone in Team Rocket—save for a certain trio—is aware of the fact that I returned to New Island for a time."
"Oh they are aware of that," Vesta started, and Mewtwo's heart jumped to his throat, "But all they know is that you made the lab disappear from the island."
As Mewtwo breathed a sigh of relief, Mew jumped in, "Actually, the lab's disappearance was my doing. Called in a favor to Palkia, and now that laboratory sits in a dimensional air-pocket."
Vesta's brow furrowed, "I'm sorry, a what?"
"Put it this way," Mewtwo began to explain, "If you enter a small enough dimensional air-pocket with nothing obscuring it's borders, you'll have an endless mirrored room effect. Also, without any physical obstructions, sound would echo and amplify to extreme levels. So, in the case of your basic dimensional air-pocket it is ideal—for the sake of your eyes, ears, and sanity—for the said air-pocket to be at least as large as Pallet Town with, for example, a forest serving as a border if you plan on living in it. That should give you an idea of how large a basic air-pocket should be in comparison to it's inhabitants."
"Are we in an air-pocket right now?" Vesta asked.
"Yes, but it's one of the more complex ones—if not the most. It'll just give me a headache to explain, so it'd be better if I showed you," Mewtwo said, "Anyways…"
They'd just stopped at Mew and Mewtwo's corridor; it was near the end of the hall towards the council chamber. Arceus' corridor was, of course, the first one on the right starting from the council chamber, and the Creation Trio—Dialga, Palkia, and Giratina—being the first one on the left. Then came Mew and Mewtwo's on the right and the Lake Guardians—Kyogre, Groudon and Rayquaza—on the left.
Mewtwo had been involved in one world threatening major event thus far—mainly because he was the cause of it—but Mew had been involved in many, so the corridor was rather long. Vesta looked at all the carvings in awe, examining both sides of the corridor and seeing Mew's life story, from the day that she was born, to the day she first met Mewtwo. That was where Mew and Mewtwo shared the task of recording the events of New Island, and would most likely be working together on future recordings, as they would most likely both be involved together in resolving future calamities.
As Vesta examined the images that Mew and Mewtwo carved into the walls, a number of emotions crossed her face; amazement, fear, sadness, and relief. It was then that Mewtwo knew she'd reached the end of the events on New Island, "You two…fought each other," she said quietly, then looked nervously at Mewtwo, "A-and you tried to—."
"Yes," Mewtwo confirmed, avoiding eye contact.
"But before you say anything," Mew said hurriedly, "Mewtwo is definitely not the first legendary pokemon who held a grudge against humans, and already he isn't the last either."
"That's not as reassuring as you think it sounds Mew," Mewtwo said.
"It's okay," Vesta said, "These sorts of events were mentioned many times in myths and histories. I suppose I just find it unsettling to know that some of these events have happened so recently, and that I didn't even notice…Giovanni really did a number on you..."
Vesta fell silent and examined the carvings again before looking at the end of the hall, where a set of doors were, "What's beyond there?"
"Air-pocket in an air-pocket?" Mew attempted to explain.
"Oh, don't say it like that, Mew, please," Mewtwo said exasperatedly, as he immediately lifted his hands to his head and rubbed at his eyes. Before he could let Mew make another awful attempt at explaining the sanctuaries, he walked over to the doors and opened them, allowing Vesta to look inside.
Inside was what appeared to be large jungle oasis; a pond in the center of lush greenery, with one small stream flowing into the pond from an unknown origin, another flowing out to an unknown destination, and thick vines growing up the stone walls bordering the room. There were also a couple of large trees with dense leaves overhead to create a ceiling. Somehow sunlight was still able to leak through and provide light for the room.
A half-second look was all it took for confusion to set in on Vesta's face, "Hold on…How is this room so wide? The corridor is sandwiched between two others, do they not have their own room at the end?"
"They do, and somehow the rooms don't overlap," Mewtwo answered as he gestured around the room, "And if you noticed the carvings on the walls, the room only gets larger as more carvings are added to it—the same can be said about the corridor," he continued as he closed the doors again, "Like I said, it makes no sense and any attempt to explain only results in a headache," then, pointing back to the room as he finished, "That however just about sums up the illogical spatial laws of this dimension."
"You know, if Arceus really wanted to, he could've given the Hall just one corridor and sanctuary door," a voice interrupted. Mew, Mewtwo and Vesta all turned to see Moltres walking over to them, "In which case, the recordings on the wall and the sanctuary beyond would depend entirely on which legendary pokemon enters it. However—"
"Just…stop," Mewtwo said, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head, he wasn't going to let Moltres continue on the topic of what could possibly happen if two different legendaries entered such a corridor at the same time.
Moltres' eyes glimmered with amusement before turning to Vesta, "You must be Vesta," he said.
Vesta nodded shyly, "And you're Moltres." Moltres nodded and held a wing out to his side, flaring his flaming feathers, "I'd do that too by lighting my hands or something, but I can't quite control it, so I don't think I could contain it to just my hand…"
Moltres nodded in understanding, "No need. I can sense my own fire in you easily." He then looked up at Mewtwo, "They're ready now, I had just been sent to come and get you."
Mewtwo nodded and they followed Moltres back to the large doors to the council chamber. He could tell that the doors were already open, so before they got close enough to see inside, Mewtwo turned to Vesta, "You ready?"
Vesta nodded uncertainly, "As ready as I'll ever be…"
Mewtwo nodded, "Then let's begin."
A/N: So? How do you like my image of the Hall of Origin. Reviews please, I love reading them! Also, are my readers looking forward to the next chapter, wher Vesta finally goes to speak in front of the Legendary council? I'll post the next chapter as soon as I finish it!
