8,000 years after previous chapter...
''Why is Xyrule humming to himself?'' Dillemel asked. He was now the mental equivalent of a eight-year-old human, which he had taken interest in as soon as he saw that Universe. I looked at him.
''He's creating something. Maybe another Universe.'' I answered. As if to prove my point, a section of the grassy fields of Kharkoul started to swirl together into three seperate things. They all had blueish-white, small bodies, small arms, very small feet with no legs, and two long tails with a plate shape on the ends, engraved with a red gemstone. One of the trio had pink hair which came out in four floppy crests along its head. It had amber-colored eyes. Another had yellow hair that was held tightly in a dome shape. Its eyes were closed, and it had yellow eyelids. The last one had blue crests on its head. One was an ovaloid dome that stuck straight up, and it had two others hanging near its eardrums that had white bottoms. A red gemstone was implanted in its forehead. It also had amber eyes. Xyrule opened his eyes and stood up, walking to the trio. He notices us watching, and beckoned for us to come closer. We obeyed.
''Hello, Flarimist. Hello, Dillemel. Would you like to name these three? They are Emotion, Knowledge, and Willpower of humans and Pokemon respectively.'' he said.
''Okay.'' we replied. Dillemel decided one name first.
''The pink-haired one is Mesprit.'' he said. Xyrule nodded.
''Mesprit, the Guardian of Emotion.'' he said. Mesprit smiled, and went through the Gateway, to spread emotion through the Complex.
Dillemel and I simoultaneously came up with the next one. ''The yellow one is Uxie.'' we said.
''Uxie, the Guardian of Knowledge.''
I thought of the last as Uxie disappeared. ''Azelf, the Guardian of Willpower.'' I said. Azelf smiled, bowed to me, and left.
''Let it be so.'' Xyrule said, and looked at me. ''Listen closely, Flarimist. You have named the Spirit of Will. That makes it yours. Do not abuse this power. Do not bend the will of others for your own needs. Will is the most powerful Guardian. Remember this, Flarimist. It will guide you in your Destiny.'' He turned to Dillemel now. ''And Dillemel, remember to control Emotion wisely. Never let one emotion rule over others. You both have a great future ahead of you. Use the powers of Knowledge together, to learn the wisdom needed to be great rulers.''
''What is my Destiny?'' Dillemel asked. He was a very curious child, just like I was at that age. Xyrule sighed.
''You are Destined to be the boundary between Good and Evil. You will hold the balance between me and the Emperor of the Bottom Realms.''
''But there is no Emperor of the Bottom Realms.'' I interjected.
''That is because he hasn't grown yet. His name, is Flarimist.''
That is the moment I realized Xyrule didn't care for me. That is the moment my innocent young mind began to twist, changing into the evil thing I am now. Remember, don't trust anyone. Only trust yourself. Everyone else is your enemy. They all wish to betray you. My home now is built from the most powerful feelings: hate and burning anger. And I haven't lost my grudge against the Power Plate. When Xyrule said I was to be his greatest Enemy, he unknowingly created his own destruction. I vowed, all those millennia ago, that I would have my revenge. I would tear Kharkoul down, pebble by pebble, and take the throne. I will be the new King of the Complex. The Xyrullean Complex, under my rule, will be destroyed. I will create my own world, one where the residents will never have to feel betrayal. I will be hated, no doubt, but what does my Emperorship give me? Love? No, it gives me lonliness. My Universe will be pure, cleansed of the negativity Xyrule gave his Complex.
I have been planning for fourteen billion years. I will not fail.