Chapter 5 Legends
A/N: I don't what I'm writing next. Come on, god help me. Review, please.
Italic—pokemon language translation.
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In another dimension,
Giratina hovered alone in the dimensional space, its limbs caressing a silver-coloured egg lovingly for a few minute before putting it back into its nest. It backed away slowly. Hundreds of Unown swarmed over it, orbiting the egg, forming a protective barrier over it. Giratina smiled, though it couldn't be seen on its face.
"My child…" spoke Giratina, "after ten thousand million years of waiting."
It looked to its right side where a blue transparent egg lies encased within a blob of gel-like liquid.
"Minaphy's egg," it breathed, "the prince of the ocean. Fione."
It stared at it for a while before leaving. As it flew across the dimensional space to meet Groudon at the space portal, it thought about Arceus, Dialgia and Palkia, who were its kin and family, in a sort of strange way.
The Great One rested after creating the universe. Its body began to spilt into multiple parts, both big and small, and from those parts the Pokemon descended and populated the Earth, from those parts humans came and lived on the Earth. From those parts, Legendaries were born, destined to rule and govern the universe which The Great One created. Space and time spilt, and Dialgia and Palkia were formed. Abstract emotions and knowledge spilt, and out came the three sprites, Uxie, the being of knowledge, Mesprit, the being of emotions and Azelf, the being of willpower, which were to help the young human races understand these feelings. The Great One also created a distorted dimenson in which it sentenced Giratina, its child, who was too violent to govern the unstable and wild dimension, in hope of calming it's heart and mind by showing it the consequences of wildness.
-- The Book of Pokemopolis. (Original title unknown.)
"Father put much faith in me to govern this awful place, and turn it into a utopia; all was going well, until that accursed Dialgia, my elder brother, decided simply that its continuously expanding space was not enough, and attacked my second brother, Palkia. It knew that Palkia wasn't his opponent. It knew that Palkia would lose out eventually, no matter how hard he fought. And yet it continued. Till Palkia was forced to use a huge chunk of matter to fuel its fight against Dialgia, causing a dimensional rift, momentarily fusing space, time, and antimatter together, creating a substance that greatly reduces my power in the distorted dimension." thought Giratina, fuming.
"Dialgia be damned." thought Giratina again, zooming at hyper-speed towards the portal, eager to carry out the next move.
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The trio navigated their way through the complicated web of underground tunnels carefully. Finally after a few minutes of confusion, they collapsed onto their beds. Dawn checked her poketch. There were three bathrooms. Two on the left-hand side and one on right-hand side. She smelled herself. Worse than a Muk in summer. She immediately fetched her towel and a few clean clothes.
"I am going to take a bath. You two should too. Especially you, Ash, you smell," said Dawn.
"I do?" He took a whiff of himself and almost fainted.
"Yeah, there are enough bathrooms for us and we can plan what we want to do after this."
"Come on, Pikachu. Wanna find a trainer to challenge?" said Ash to his yellow companion on his shoulder.
"Pika Pi!" replied Pikachu enthusiastically.
A few minutes later, each of them were feeling fresh and energetic.
"Anything on the map that has the word 'battle'?" asked Ash.
"Only one. The 'Battle Room'. Sheesh, Ash, seriously, you just got in here, and you're pining for a challenge already?" said Dawn.
"You would too if there's a contest around."
Dawn stuck out her tongue at him.
Brock smiled. Two teenagers terribly obsessed with battles and contests. They make a lovely pair.
"Come on, let's go already," said Brock before another mindless and childish squabble could start.
"Alright! That's the spirit! You're getting into the battle mood!" said Ash.
"Come on then, we don't have any time to waste!"
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Somewhere else...
Commander Salium shifted uncomfortably in his seat. His instinct was screaming at him. He had a feeling that this mission would not succeed. His instinct hadn't failed him yet.
"Take the least number of men on this mission, remember to keep to the shadows and remain silent, and hurt no one, OK? Good luck, Lieutenant," said Commander Salium.
"Yes, sir." The young lieutenant understood. It was going to be a stealth mission and the commander preferred that none of his men got hurt tonight.
A/N: All right. What do you think? Bad? Good? Or plain horrific? Review please.