Chapter 5
The Tower of the Demonic Pokémon
The inside of the tower smelled of rotting wood, but it seemed intact. Sylveon was looking around nervously, and I was checking out the surroundings. Oshawott yawned. The room we were in was completely empty. The only thing in the room was a small light bulb that glowed faintly. I took a step. The floor creaked loudly. Sylveon jumped at the creaking of the floor.
"It's just Froakie!" Oshawott yelled. "Jeez, girls overreact to everything!" Sylveon looked somewhat offended.
I wonder if Oshawott knows what stereotyping is… I thought to myself. I took a few more steps and the floor kept creaking. A few more steps I bumped into something. There was nothing in front of me, so I walked again, and bumped into it again. I tried pushing it. I backed up a bit and tackled into it.
"What are you doing?" asked Sylveon curiously.
"Yea, what are you doing…?" asked Oshawott like I was insane.
"There's something here…" I said. "It's invisible." I put my hand to it. Sylveon touched her head to it. She held it there for a few seconds, and then took it off.
"You're right…" she said.
We heard a small chuckle. "Have you considered that a powerful being could be living here right now?" said a deep, formal voice. I felt the invisible thing go upwards. The room became a bit brighter and we could see a dark figure. It had blue eyes and a white tuft on its head. No more description is needed because it was Darkrai!
I was about to speak, but Darkrai cut me off. "Yes, yes, I was the invisible thing you were feeling. It's just one way I love to toy with you heroes of this island! And with all of the other Pokémon on this province, if they wouldn't run out like little sissies."
"I don't want to be rude," asked Sylveon, "but can we just do what we have to do to solve the legend?"
"Ah, yes!" said Darkrai. "The legend! Please, come, you three." Darkrai created a flight of stairs to the next floor. We all went up the stairs, and continued up more flights of stairs. As we went up, Darkrai asked us a few questions.
"So, Kyogre sent you here, I assume?" he asked.
"Well, he told us to go here, but my mentor for these legends was the one who sent us here," I explained.
"I see," said Darkrai as we continued up. Changing the subject, Darkrai said, "Have you been wondering why I've been acting so formal? The book you should be carrying says that I was a dark and evil being before I became a legend."
"Yea…" said Oshawott. "Why?"
"Well I got over all of the bullies and they are merely a relic of the past. I've learned to live on and look to the future, and remember the good memories of the past, like my creation." He then changed the subject again. "How do you three feel about being suddenly thrown into this recurring event?"
"It's great!" said Oshawott. "It's fun to explore all of the provinces outside of the central one."
"I'd like it better if we didn't have to come here…" said Sylveon flatly.
I wanted to say silent, but Darkrai wouldn't let me. A few seconds after Sylveon spoke, Darkrai asked, "What about you, Froakie? Speak what you feel about it! I won't be offended."
"Well," I began, "it's weird. One day you're as normal as can be and then the next, you're really important and everyone depends on you. I like that feeling, but at the same time I don't. It's like a never-ending loophole of pride and pressure!"
"Well, I bet that is how your mentor Feraligatr felt," said Darkrai in a more serious tone. "He was just like you, Froakie. He was smart, but he was also sometimes a bit diffident and unsure. He always found confidence. Just like the battle with you and Ducklett as a giant."
I stared at him confusedly. "How did you know about the battle?"
"All of the legendaries of the provinces can see the progress of the Pokémon chosen to restore time and such. I saw you go into the Shrine of the Giant Pokémon. I saw your dreams there, too. Why did you dream about po—"
"Please don't mention that!" I abruptly cut him off. I didn't want Sylveon or Oshawott to know I had a vision of porn in that one dream at the shrine! "I dreamt of other things too! Like the mirrors and Pidoves!"
"What are you talking about?" asked Sylveon baffled.
"It's a very long story, Sylveon," I told her.
Darkrai cleared his throat. "Anyway… I saw that exciting battle between you and Ducklett! When he sucked the power of the giants out of you, wow! That was quite a twist! I was rooting for you the whole time! And when you learned Hydro Pump; I couldn't even explain the thoughts racing in my head! It was great to see that you won and got the first key fragment!"
"Thanks," I said.
We stayed silent for a few floors of the tower. All of the floors were empty like the first one. We came to an end at the stairs.
"Here we are," said Darkrai. "The seventh floor of the tower."
The seventh floor wasn't empty like the first six, but the only thing was an old, stone relic on the opposite side of the room. The relic had a few steps on it, with a spiral engraved on a tablet at the top of it. We all proceeded to it and Darkrai was over it.
"Now, none of you will feel this, but you will have a small spark of lightning strike you," explained Darkrai. Oshawott tensed a bit, as did I. We're both weak against electricity. But Darkrai continued: "Once it strikes all of you, two of the three of you will be corrupted. I know in the book how it says that there will be a two in three chance, but that wouldn't work considering that it says that you will all have a two-thirds chance of being corrupted, meaning that none, one, two, or all three of you could be corrupted. There will always be two out of the three that will be corrupted. Understood?"
Sylveon and I nodded, but Oshawott looked confused. He still nodded, though.
"Alright, then. Step up to the altar." We did as told. Once we did, the spiral began to glow a lime green color. Darkrai began saying something. I didn't know what he was saying, because he wasn't speaking our language. When he was finished chanting, the spiral changed from green to a dark, ominous color. With a snap, three bolts of lightning came straight for us. I braced myself for the pain by closing my eyes tight and tensing up, but I felt nothing. I hesitantly opened up my eyes, and looked at my hands and arms. I still had the bandage. My hands were still white and my arms were still blue. I loosened up my body and fully opened up my eyes. I heard Sylveon scream.
"What happened to my colors?!" said Sylveon. I looked at her, and I was asking the same thing. Her pink colors turned to black, and her blue colors turned to red. Something similar happened to Oshawott. The light blue on him was a grayish color, and the darker blue was black. His scalchop was still yellow, though.
"Darkrai!" yelled Oshawott. "What did you do to us?!"
"If I must," said Darkrai. "Oshawott and Sylveon, you two are now demons."