Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon or any characters associated with the series. This is a purely recreational work.

Mew hovers in front of the remnants of the door to some- well, from what it can tell- some rather decrepit ruins. "Is this it? Are you sure this is it? Not much to look at, the ones dedicated to me were in better condition."

"Yes," the voice of a powerful ancient rings in Mew's head, "Save your judgments for when you're inside."

"Yeah, yeah, sure thing," Mew thought idly to Arceus. The Alpa Pokémon could be a real pill sometimes. Who did he think he was, after all? Just ringing Mew up like that and telling it to do some investigating of some place Mew had never heard of when they weren't ruins. And why Mew? Oh that's right, because somebody's tail wouldn't fit through the door!

Griping aside, however, Mew was itself partially curious as to what was here that was of such imperative importance to Arceus that it would make such hasty actions.

Pushing through vine-ridden entrance, unown-like writing was etched onto the walls of the ruins. Perhaps it would've been wise to stop and read them, but this wasn't what Arceus was looking for, as Mew understood it, and that would have to be for another time. Still, Mew had to hand it to humans- they certainly knew how to set the mood of a place…

"Mew focus! There should be a fork in the road coming up soon. Take the tunnels as follows: left, center right, center, center, left, center, and then center. Got it?"

"Mhmm…what was that?" Mew giggled to itself, imagining Arceus rolling its eyes. But it was right about the path- three tall arched doorways soon came into view…Alright then…Mew grinned like a Cheshire Meowth. Zipping through tunnel after tunnel-full of damp, dark air, Mew enjoyed the thrill of barely seeing where it was going, but going fast anyway…

Or it did until it ran into a pile of rocks blocking the last entrance. "Serves you right, o reckless one," Arceus chided. When Mew's world seemed to stop spinning, the first thing it noticed was how the walls of the tunnel behind it had changed- they were no longer earth with unown writing on them, but retained some of their whitewash and held on them bizarre runes and glyphs.

There looked like there was one section in the collapse where light seemed to shine through. One Rock Smash later and…perfect! A Mew-sized opening. "You should get a look at this Arceus…this place is so…weird." And how! The room was exceedingly spacious, like the inside of great tower. On the floor were glyphs from which bright light streamed forth. As Mew looked around the room, it noticed that there were drawings of Pokémon on the walls. When approached, the drawings seemed to light up as if of their own will. Below the drawings were descriptions that seemed to be written in three different languages- only one of which Mew could understand.

"As I recall, what we're looking for is near the front of the room," Arceus prompted.

"And may I finally know what exactly it is that we're looking for?" Mew questioned impatiently. Moving to the front of the room, Mew gasped. Drawings, large and elaborated detailed a specific kind of Pokémon- those usually given the title of "legendary". "Look at this, Arceus, there's a bit on you! It reads, 'Arceus: The first to be drawn into the world to be made, it was that from which the other Tools of Creation were drawn.' This is like, a really, really, really old Pokédex, isn't it?"

"It's more than that, Mew. I was here when the man who designed this place was still alive. Although he had not finished when I was there, I knew him to be an oracle- a man with prophetic visions…Many a thing he said came to pass…I seek to know if there is an entry here on a Pokémon that was not extant in his time. It should be near your entry, if you can find that."

That wasn't too difficult, actually- Mew's entry was just above Arceus on the left-hand side. It read: "Mew: This is the one from who came all Pokémon that can multiply after their own kind, and may be as one of any of those in form." Mew recalled the time when its power had been used to make so many of the kinds of Pokémon. How creative was its Guide! "Rather brief and the art style's a little outdated…but interesting. Now, let's see…next to mine…ah…ACK!"

Unbelievable. Simply unbelievable. Mew was there and it just couldn't believe it. Right of Mew's entry there was a drawing that unmistakingly depicted…Mewtwo? "Is this what you meant, Arceus?"

"Yes…when you had mentioned Mewtwo before…I had to know if its creation was predicted here in these drawings…read what it says."

"Alright…It says, 'Mewtwo: I have seen this Pokémon, yet cannot comprehend its purpose. The design of the Eternal was replicated and altered by creations…Still, I have seen this one…I believe surely it was meant to be.' Weird, huh?"

Arceus didn't exactly reply at first. "Do you know where Mewtwo is?"

"No, not exactly. We haven't seen each other in some years now. I've got some guesses as to where he is, though…Let me guess- you want me to fetch Mewtwo, don't you?"

"Yes, would you please?"

"Do this, do that…I'd better receive some compensation for all this!"

"Mhmm…what was that?"

"Arceus!"

"Oh come now, I was only teasing."

A shadow is hovering in the seas, swaying right above where the deep blue becomes a black pit, and the creature looks itself as more likely to have come from below than from above. Such is not the case, however. This is a Pokémon, one not in the least normal, and here for a purpose not in the least casual.

Darkrai, of course, is not afraid of the dark. Perhaps it would be afraid of drowning, but the Pitch Black Pokémon is relying on the power in its own body to keep its vitals going. No, neither the dark nor massiveness of the ocean causes hesitancy in Darkrai- as of right now, only the fear of being discovered can do that, though even this cannot deter the living shade. "There is no alternative, there is no turning back", Darkrai tells itself ", this is the last one".Thus, plunging even deeper into the freezing black sea, Darkrai finds his mark, around which the water itself seems to contract and expand with its breath.

The mighty Kyogre rests peacefully, for the time being, but Darkrai knows better than to believe it will last. Extending its right arm, the tips of Darkrai's claws touch Kyogre's forehead. It is the beginning of a nightmare for Kyogre, yet Darkrai looks on with strange satisfaction as the Sea Basin Pokémon's visage contorts with fear, and then in rage. Darkrai's work here is done, and it vanishes in shadows before the great beast can wake up.