The Mystery of the Crown of Arceus
Unexpected Help
Darkrai was still shocked. He remained standing against the wall with a blank look. And he didn't move until he was sure he was finally alone. Then, after a great sigh, he floated, went to his own bed… and saw Cresselia hovering in the corridor, as if expecting him.
The kind Cresselia was, according to some humans, the most beautiful legendary in existence. She was Darkrai's counterpart, so she knew him more than the other legendaries, as she had passed more time with him than any other legendaries. This was because Cresselia, along with Darkrai and Latios, were one day chosen by Arceus to go in a great expedition in rescue of the Nucleus- that hadn't been an easy thing. Cresselia and Latios were forced to teamwork with Darkrai for the world's sake. And in the end, they had success.
That time, along the way, Cresselia came to believe that she got to know Darkrai a little better. Cresselia knew well why the other legendaries considered Darkrai a hard case. Sometimes he could be arrogant and selfish. And yes, in effect, he had spree plucked flowers from the Twilight Garden with the only purpose of moving faster. However, to the end of the great expedition, Darkrai was forced to solve a dilemma: he could share his powerful star powder to save the world or keep all the powder to himself while the Pokemon slowly began dying.
And Darkrai chose for sharing.
Maybe that explained why Cresselia had stayed once the emergency meeting was over. Aversely to the rest of the legendaries, Cresselia refused to believe that Darkrai was integrally bad.
-Darkrai, are you okay? - Cresselia asked him, hovering closer.
But Darkrai indicated her with a hand gesture to go away:
-spare me your pity, sweetheart- Darkrai said, forcing a smile that soon disappeared –you think I'm worried? There's a specific reason why I live alone and at my own risk. And that reason is that I find all of you unbearable. What do I care if I'm banished to the Dark Realm if I find this place insufferable anyway?-
But Cresselia didn't fall for that. She could see fear in Darkrai's eyes. True, she also knew that the hall of legends irritated Darkrai, but not even he would want to be forced to leave his home and live isolated and alone forever far from his family, which the other legendaries were thought he didn't accept it.
-I'll help you, Darkrai- Cresselia offered –tomorrow we will start an investigation. We could ask and see if we can find out what really happened with the crown. It's like a mystery that must to be solved, do not you think? We will be detectives! –she claimed at last
Darkrai frowned and observed Cresselia sideways.
-and why would you want to help me? – Darkrai asked suspecting –and how do you know it wasn't me who stole that crown?-
Again hovering in front of Darkrai, Cresselia looked at his icy blue eyes
-In reality, I don't know –she said –maybe it WAS you, but I don't think so-
Darkrai noticed that Cresselia hadn't answered his first question, ¡.
-Well, but, why would you like to help me, sweetheart?- Darkrai insisted
Cresselia thought about that for a while. In true, Darkrai was arrogant, selfish, and apparently heartless. He never got along with the other legendaries and spent most of his time causing nightmares to torment humans. He enjoyed when humans woke up screaming, sweating and wanting to forget the nightmare they just had. Some could say that Darkrai was a DEMON. But, for some reason, Cresselia didn't think badly about Darkrai. She thought he was just lonely, and wanted to get attention, even if that meant being the way he is. With the time, Cresselia had realized that Darkrai was desperate for any kind words, any love sights, so he acted like he acted to try and call the other legendaries' attention.
Then, Cresselia looked at Darkrai's eyes.
-I want to help you – she said –because I know you are suffering-
Darkrai held at Cresselia's stare, and kept like that for a long while, staring her , in silence. Darkrai had never asked anyone for help and wasn't used to receive it, so in this moment he didn't know what to say or do.
Until, then, Darkrai directed his stare at other place, looked through one of the windows and whispered:
-Very well.-
That was all he finally said
It was barely whisper, but Cresselia had managed to hear it and understood.