The Mystery of The Crown of Arceus
Chapter one- The Party of the century
Come everyone, legendary Pokemon of the world, to the great party in commemoration of the birth of Arceus, The original one.
Where?
In the hall of legends
When?
The next night of the full moon just after the sun hides on the horizon.
All legendaries of the world received this invitation, written at hand over paper with ink made from Cheri berry juice. It would be the greatest celebration that occurred in the hall of legends so, the day of the party, the hall boiled with movement. Pokemon ran everywhere, preparing the hall for the legendaries who would celebrate the day of the creation honoring Arceus, nicknamed "Archie".
In the kitchen, the Flareon and Kangashkan hurried preparing the supper of seven dishes in commemoration of the day of the Creation. The Menu included apples full of mushrooms and cheese from miltank's milk, oven soup from magikarp, and fried eggs from swellow's nest. A Gardevoir made her specialties: muffins covered with Oran berries and, as dessert, a great Pecha berries and vanilla cake of ten floors covered with milk cream.
Meanwhile, the wartortle and Blaziken cleaned the main hall and the dinner hall. Each plate, knife, the whole floor, mirrors and every wall were shining so much that a Pokémon would see its reflection wherever it looked.
The Staravia and Grovyle ran over the entire dining hall. They ran tables and chairs. They covered the tables with golden mantles and delicate encases made from spinarak web. They sparred confetti of autumn tree leaves over the great table and the floor also. They hanged color balloons over the great bow that was the entrance to the room.
The Luxray and Manetric fulfilled a double function. Some used their electric attacks to light balls that would illuminate the whole room while others dedicated themselves to practice the electric spectacle they would present to Arceus.
The Ariados finished the final touches to Arceus' gala clothes. It was a beautiful silver robe, a master piece from the finest silk, with golden borders and flame green sleeves with fresh water weeds.
Moltres arrived very soon and looked around. He admired the great work the Pokémon were doing, how everything shone and how delicious were the dishes. He took a liking to the muffins, but decided to wait until everyone else arrived. Moltres went out and sat at the grass, looking at the silver moon shining over the sky. Mesprit arrived and sat next to Moltres, she also was the Type that arrived very soon at events.
-hi, Moltres- Mesprit said
-hi, Mesprit- Moltres said
-When is everyone else arriving?-
-I don't know, but Articuno and Zapdos said they would arrive soon-
-What about Lugia?-
-He said he would be a bit late… again-
-Hehe…-
- it will be a beautiful…
-…night- Mesprit finished for Moltres; Mesprit had the habit of finishing the sentences that everyone else started.
Then, they heard a kind of whisper on the wind. Both, Moltres and Mesprit almost had a shock...Until they distinguished a Pokémon that had his hands on his waist floating in the darkness.
-It's Darkrai- Moltres said
Then, a black ghost- like Pokémon with white hair and blue eyes got close.
-hi, guys, or I must say, guy and girl- Darkrai said, exposing a sly smile.
When he directed to someone, no matter whom, Darkrai didn't stop to have nicknames like "guys", "old buddies" and "sweetheart (with the females)". However, the tone in which he said them always left his comrades, the other Legendaries, wondering if what he really had wanted to say wasn't the opposite.
-and why aren't you, my fellow legendaries, inside preparing for the great party like the rest of us?-
-we are…- Moltres stopped his sentence abruptly- what do you mean by that?-
-what? You didn't know? Everybody else already has arrived. You didn't notice?
Mesprit knew very well that there wasn't any possibility of seeing Darkrai lending them a hand that Day. Darkrai's relationship with Arceus was… how to say, complicated, to put it in some way. Is more, in fact, Darkrai's relationship with all legendaries was complicated, for that matter. Darkrai used to be very fast but, one day, Darkrai resolved that being very fast wasn't enough. Then, avid to imprint more and more speed to his movements, did a very awful thing: he plucked, with bare hand, various flowers from the twilight garden. Then, he milled them to produce some star powders that were very powerful, and served to make him much faster, even more than Rayquaza himself.
After that incident, Arceus decided that he couldn't let Darkrai at the garden at any moment, so he finished forbad him to go into the garden or to go close to the entrance. With time, Darkrai had alienated himself from the other legendaries. So much, that he was the only legendary that didn't assist to the meetings… unless it was of his convenience. And, honor to the truth, most legendaries, if not all, considered that it was not so bad that there was some distance between them and Darkrai.
-Don't you even think of peeking at tonight's party?- Mesprit asked Darkrai
-To Arceus' party?- Darkrai replied with a mocking smile- of course not, sweetheart. Going would be, frankly, what I would call wasting a night so charming.-
Saying this, he paused and apparently reconsidered the matter.
-Unless, of course, you need someone who can move fast enough to take away that horrible crown to the haughty and arrogant Arceus –Darkrai said- now THAT would be fun. But anyway! You two, buddies, go and get fun tonight-
After saying this, Darkrai flew and in the fraction of a second he had disappeared. Moltres and Mesprit looked at each other and shook their heads.
Meanwhile…
When one of the Ariados was going to pick pout the legendary Pokémon Crown from it's sideboard, he froze.
The Crown was not there.