We're sorry we're late, but here's the 9th chapter guys. Hopefully, you'll find it enjoyable! XD
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Chapter 9: More Revelations
With Aurora…
She scowled at the sight of them, the arrogant and haughty Darkstalkers filed into the large room and took their seats on their half of the circle. Many of them sneered at Legendary passerby, others made crude or insulting remarks. Those that at least had some mannerisms kept such remarks they may had to themselves and quietly went to their seats and waited for the meeting to start. Their numbers have increased lately…Aurora thought, noting that the Darkstalkers had just about the same amount members in their ranks as there were those of the Council.. The Darkstalkers were like the unwelcome enforcers of the Legendaries, not all of them were of a Legendary species though they had just as much authority, some even more, as those of the Council.
To her left, Alpha sat, contemplating about something. To her right, a Groudon of the Council sat with irritation. It was no doubt directed towards the Darkstalkers, they all knew that many of them were corrupted as they usually indiscriminately hunted down Dark-types (mostly) their leaders deemed a threat to the regions.
Aurora almost shuddered. They had came after Nyx once, but Jeanne managed to vouch for the Umbreon as he was one of the Knights. However, they knew that Jeanne most likely could not pull something off like that again, as the jurisdiction of arresting "threats" fell under the Darkstalkers, not her own. As the Arceus had much authority, they knew that the Darkstalkers were around for many, many millennia and they did what they wanted to keep things in their best interests, for the most part.
Do you need to excuse yourself from this meeting, Lady Akirari? Aurora slowly faced Alpha who was gesturing to her paws with a wing. I can always inform Lord or Lady Arceus that you cannot attend, I am sure they would not mind too much.
Oh boy, back to the formality and monotonous voice. Well, they were on duty and in the Hall of the Origins so she couldn't fault him. No, no, that's unnecessary, Lord Fenrir. She cemented her voice and quickly took a breath. I was just thinking things over, and dealing with the Darkstalkers is always unpleasant.
I agree, though my opinion of them may be somewhat biased. Aurora nodded, understanding what he meant. They have been trying to arrest me ever since I made myself known here, it is only because they know that I am loyal to Lord and Lady Arceus and will not performed any unauthorized operations on my own.
But that didn't stop them from taking others who've pledged their loyalty. What makes you different, I wonder? Aurora replied, not really expecting him to answer though curious all the same. She watched him return his attention to the Darkstalkers on the other side of the room, smoke escaping in wisps from his nostrils.
They are biding their time for the perfect opportunity. he eventually said as the last Darkstalker took his seat before a podium. They know that if they were to try and apprehend me now, I will not go with them so willingly. They are waiting until either I am in a condition that leaves me weak, or for when their numbers increase so they would have better chances against me.
You seem sure of that.
I guarantee that. Of course, such confidence in my answer is only because of the fact that I have been keeping tabs on their operations, their plans. This set off some alarms for Aurora, how come she didn't know until now? Did the two Arceus know? Or did the Darkstalkers suspect?
She was going to asking him about that later, she noted to herself, before directing her attention at the leader of the Darkstalkers who had just made his entrance.
Feran, the Manticore, walked in with a prideful stride, one could practically feel his sense of self-superiority. With a golden mane, scorpion tail, wings of an eagle, and the body as well as head of a lion, the formidable Manticore was no doubt a sight to see. He had an impressive physique as well, Aurora had to admit. His mane was well kept, his tail was shining like pearls, and there was not a single feather misplaced in his wings. He was truly like a king, and the golden armor he currently wore only supported the image. Word was that like Alpha, the Manticore was the last of his great species, something Aurora found truly a shame and very sad indeed as she did with her Fenrir friend.
Feran sat on his haunches before a large podium across the room, in front of the many Darkstalkers. He smiled, almost mockingly, as Jeanne and Darko nodded their acknowledgment to his presence. Darko was the one to speak first as everyone fell silent. This meeting is now in effect. Lord Feran of the Manticore, leader of the Darkstalkers, state your reasoning for calling this meeting, if you please. Also, to everyone here, know that this an open-word meeting so you may speak whatever opinions or thoughts you may have. But refrain from insulting and attacking, or you will be personally be escorted out by myself.
Wait, so he was the one who called for the meeting? Aurora thought with a frown. I'd bet it's about the Shadowed Saints.
"I've received word that an assassins of the Shadowed Saints have made attempts, though failed, to kill Knight recruits under your command." Feran announced, actually talking verbally despite not being in an anthropomorphic form, and his statement causing multiple participants of the meeting to mutter their thoughts to each other on the matter. Aurora frowned further, so there were multiple assassination attempts other than the one made on Hugh and Roxanne. Few of the Council gasped audibly, as it was the first time they had heard of it. "I want to know what actions you are or will be taking about the situation."
Before we answer that, we want to know how could you have possibly learned of the attacks. We've taken measures to keep that information confidential until we feel ready to release the announcement. Jeanne replied. Feran smiled.
"I have a few subordinates working to assist some of the Council, one of them is actually in an intimate relationship with the one she worked under. She unintentionally learned of the information from her mate." This caused some eyes to widen.
Is that so? Darko asked, narrowing his eyes at the Uxie who Aurora remembered as the one who scanned her memories of the attack. To answer your question, we have decided to stay our hand for now as we cannot provide concrete evidence that the Shadowed Saints are responsible. Simply charging them and accusing them of the assassination attempts without taking the time to exchange words would cause a bloody conflict. We do not need unnecessary bloodshed.
"I have to disagree with you. While unnecessary bloodshed is ideal, I believe actions should be taken towards the Shadowed Saints." The Manticore then glared at them. "We cannot allow these infractions to continue, we must cut off the head of the serpent before they make another attempt."
Why do you challenge their decision? Heads turned to a wizened Lugia. They are our leaders, we follow their every command. If they want to hold off on attacking the Shadowed Saints, which would reduce the risk of a war as we all know, then we should. Lord Feran, do you WISH for lives to be lost? Families to lose loved ones?
"You talk as if the world is all glitter and rainbows. It is necessary to take action, you cannot just sit and talk your way through problems while everyone develops gray hair. And you bring up family and loss...What do you think happens when they move to attack us then? I assure you that they'll make a move first if we don't soon enough. It is better to get ahead of them while we can."
As the Manticore and participants of the meeting went on and argued, Aurora gave Alpha a light nudge. What do you think?
The Fenrir broke his contemplative stare from the Manticore and shifted, stretching his wings before furling them back into place. If Lord and Lady Arceus wants to negotiate or wait rather than attack, then wait, we shall. Aurora noted that he dodged his own personal preference. And you, Lady Akirari?
Likewise. Aurora answered. It is the safer and smarter way to go about it. And I do admit, it's also because of the fact that I'd rather not fall into their plans, it would be uncomfortable knowing that whatever you're doing is under their watch and all. Aurora saw him nod, she almost visibly expressed her concern when he frowned. Is there something bothering you?
The Fenrir shook his head. It is not so much bothering, as it is curious. I am simply wondering how this meeting will end...He subtly gestured at Feran. He wants me imprisoned, and the Shadowed Saints want to recruit me. I figure that it would not be surprising if he somehow manipulates that information to get me.
Wait, the Shadowed Saints want you? Aurora stared at him with concern this time, why would the Shadowed Saints want him? Of course, having the Fenrir at their side would be...catastrophic, and extremely beneficial to the sinister group. But, there had to be something else, for the aforementioned reasons alone weren't all that good enough for Aurora. They'd have to get through a lot of trouble if they wanted Alpha in their ranks. And the way she saw it, it was either through coercion (but she really couldn't fathom the idea of them forcibly getting Alpha to join, he was not one to go quietly and easily) or somehow, through persuasion.
The latter was what scared her. If they resorted to that, how would they approach with it? Alpha was already on the wary side of most of the Legendaries there, and the Darkstalkers were after him as well, it probably wouldn't take much for the Shadowed Saints to find a common goal that they shared with Alpha. And while Alpha was certainly loyal to the Arceus and wouldn't betray them, as well as herself and the others, it was entirely possible for the Shadowed Saints to find some way around that. Who knows? They could probably strike a deal with the Fenrir that would somehow fit-to help them gain control of the Hall of Origins and the Council while leaving the Arceus alone (Aurora doubted they would do that) as well as everyone else the Fenrir held dear, all the while benefitting Alpha in some way too.
It was something Aurora didn't want to think about, but she found that she couldn't. The idea of Alpha switching sides to "liberate" and give more rights to all of those of the Dark (that was the Dark Saint's goal) proved to be stuck fast in her thoughts. And in the end, Aurora just hoped that the day would never come. As it would force her to chose sides.
To chose between her duty, and her friend.
Suddenly feeling tired, Aurora tried to refocus on the meeting. Some time had passed since she tuned it out, the Akirari wondered if what she was feeling was what Alpha always felt after giving himself up to his thoughts. Wait, why is he staring...The Manticore was staring her way, and Aurora almost shivered at his sneer. However, after realizing what he was actually staring at, Aurora glanced at the Fenrir with a frown.
"-leads me to my next point. Potential spies." Feran announced as more murmuring spread among the Council. "We all know that it is very possible, what with the giveaway sigil of the Shadowed Saints can be easily hidden through a simple utter of a spell." Feran then smiled, something Aurora found to distrust much. "And think, how did they find out about the new recruits? How is it, that they managed to track down each Knight-in-training to their designated training post? Someone here in the Halls…" Aurora followed his line of sight as he let the sentence hang for a moment, he was once again eyeing the Fenrir next to her with narrowed eyes. "...Someone incredibly resourceful that no one here knows much about, except for the fact that he is in your ranks."
Oh no... Aurora nearly spoke her mind to the Manticore when she realized what he was implying, but the Fenrir somehow knew what she was trying to do and held out a paw in front of her to keep her at bay. He shook his head, returning his attention to the Manticore.
"We all know who he is." Feran continued without interruption, it was surprisingly silent. "You may see him come and go from time to time, doing covert operations without anyone questioning him, somehow remaining off the radar and out of sight whenever he's not on one of the Arceus' assignments." The Manticore smiled challengingly at Alpha, and Aurora almost stood up in outrage from her spot. "He has no reason to help us with our cause, but he does so anyway. And without question. One may claim that he is loyal to our all-powerful god and goddess, though he could always work around that by simply pulling strings and not getting himself involved directly."
What are you getting at, Feran? The Manticore's expression faltered at that moment, changing from smug to shock as he and everyone else registered the irritation and anger in Darko's tone, as well as the fact that the Arceus didn't include an honorific AN: ("Lord" Feran) when he addressed the Manticore. Aurora was surprised as well. Darko was usually very patient, and was not one to be angered easily. The Arceus shared that trait with Alpha, though the Aurora had yet to see the Fenrir angry at someone, or something.
Recovering from his momentary surprise, Feran quickly narrowed his eyes with distrust and disdain at the Fenrir sitting next to Aurora. "I was getting to that. What I'm saying, is that the Fenrir under your command may not be as loyal as a dog as you may think he is."
You will take back that insult and hold your tongue if you cannot refrain from uttering more from this point on!
Wow, she's angry. Aurora thought with a shiver. That one came from Jeanne, the goddess of pokemon glowered at the Manticore.
Lord Fenrir has been nothing but loyal, and he's been contributing more to the Council and the rest of the Halls far more than most everyone here now. Jeanne said in a calmer tone, but with an edge. It is incredulous that you would think him to be anything otherwise. He has not shown any reason for us to distrust him, and he never will. I have complete faith in all of the Legendaries here, Feran, you do well to remember that before coming up with an accusation like that again.
"But does it not make sense?" Feran retorted, gesturing to everyone there. "Does anyone here know of his true origins?" Feran didn't get a reply, and Aurora was tempted to plead to the Fenrir to come forth with the information to her so that she could defend him. "Has anyone witnessed any assignments he took on? Or has anyone seen him outside the Hall of Origins at all?" Feran growled. "I've also heard that no one here knows where to find him in these Halls. Why would he seclude himself that much without a reason?"
Again, he was met with silence as the Legendaries considered his words. Aurora spotted several look Alpha's way with uncertainty, though the Fenrir never acknowledged them. Alpha's gaze had been on the Manticore ever since the accusation was made.
Feran, you do not have any evidence at all to support your accusation. Darko said coldly as Jeanne simply remained glowering at the Manticore. Unless you do, Lord Fenrir is innocent.
"With all due respect, Lord Arceus," Feran almost snarled, "do you not see? He's not even trying to defend himself? It is because we've trapped him into a corner, he's not able to deny everything I've said. Just who is he, other than the fact that he's a Fenrir with mastery of Fire and Void, of all Dark elements! Where does he go or what does he do when he's not on one of your assignments? Sleep? Serenading a potential love interest? I think not. And the question that has been nagging me all this time, just why does he offer his services to you?"
"You seem to be grasping at straws, Lord Feran of the Darkstalkers."
And it was silent. Neither Arceus were trying a retort against Feran, not one Legendary was whispering to another about the situation, even the Darkstalkers went quiet. Aurora slowly turned her head and had to steel herself, trying not to step back at the cold, yet furiously blazing stare Alpha was giving the Manticore. The Fenrir stood up and almost casually, powerfully, made his way to the center of the large chamber. Not one word was uttered as he closed the distance between him and Feran, the latter glared at him the entire way.
Once Alpha reached the Manticore, the Fenrir simply stood there. "While your reasoning is valid in a few ways, your belief that I am of the Shadowed Saints is unfounded."
"And who are you to think that me or anyone here who agrees with me believes you?" Feran spat, not caring anymore for the rules Darko announced at the beginning of the meeting. "Well, Fenrir?"
"It is true that no one here knows of my origins, what I do off-duty, or where my chambers are here in the Halls, save for my Lord and Lady Arceus. The reason as to why is in my past, and what is has made me into." The Manticore snorted and sat on his haunches, gesturing for the Fenrir to go on. Alpha looked around, seeing that no one planned to interrupt him. His gaze lingered on Aurora for a moment, and she suddenly had the thought that what he was going to say is something that stays in the Hall of Origins.
So he was going to tell them of their past? Aurora couldn't lie, she was actually hoping that he wouldn't suddenly change his mind about it. She just hoped he would be fine after speaking about it, because for some reason, she had the feeling that it wasn't particularly happy.
…
With Jeanne...
The Arceus silently sucked in a breath, she had hoped that it wouldn't come to this the moment Feran went on about Ryker's reclusiveness. And now, as she stared worriedly at the Fenrir, the one she had been supporting for all these years, the one she considered her child (and not like how she considered everyone in the world her children), she wondered if the Fenrir was actually willing to follow through with his explanation.
But then again, he wasn't one to back down.
"I originate from the continent of Moonfyre, it is about a Latios' or Latias' few day's flight from the regions. You may have read about it in the ancient readings in the Ruins of Alph, or you may not have." The Fenrir glanced at the two Arceus, and Jeanne somewhat nodded in agreement as they were indeed some readings about Moonfyre. "I lived there since birth and had to leave when I was but a youngling barely able to breathe fire."
"And why did you have to leave?" Feran asked almost instantly, suspecting.
"If you would let me finish, you would know by now." Several snickers were heard in the chamber, and Feran scowled. "I left, as far as I know since I do not remember much of that day, to escape the land my family was murdered." The silence was deafening at this point. "I do not remember the details, as I asked Lady Arceus to keep them repressed the day she found me, heavily injured and with a concussion due to me crash landing."
Jeanne nodded slowly, remembering with sadness the day she found him. She relived the memory almost all the time when she wasn't focused on her duties. She glanced at Darko who was also solemn, and though he wasn't actually there when it happened, she could feel that he felt the exact same way.
"I asked her to keep them repressed because I had believed I would not be able to handle having the knowledge of what happened at the time, and whether or not I can now, I do not know. In any case, that day left me as the last of the Fenrir with the murder of my family. Their death was at the hands of humans, and it happened because of irrational fear and in a way, betrayal." Jeanne watched Ryker subtly catch himself from snorting. "I believe, from what I can tell from the fragmented remains of my memories of my family before it happened, that they were well-liked. They were trusted, relied on at times, and at the same time, my family trusted and relied on them the same. But, upon learning who we actually were, what we actually were, the humans quickly turned on the spot and threw away all the good, all the trust they had for my family, just because we were not human. You see, pokemon and powered-Originals do not exist in Moonfyre, just your average human and animals and perhaps, the occasional supernatural such as a witch or vampire. The humans there hunted down anything that wasn't of their species, anything that could, if provoked, end their lives and in my case, nearly left my species extinct because we were at the top of the hon-human hierarchy there, without giving a chance for them to prove that they can be non-hostile, that they can coexist.
And so, when Lady Arceus took me in that day, even now, I find that those all around who you think are friends, not just humans, may turn around and stab you in the back for whatever reason. Perhaps for coin, fame, or just because they secretly do not like you. I find it easier to go about life without friends or lovers, I would be less likely to be betrayed like how my family was betrayed and their trust thrown away all those years ago. It is why I keep to myself in these Halls, it is why I keep myself out of your perception most of the time, ultimately, why no one knows much about me. I keep everyone at a distance."
Jeanne watched their reactions. Some were appalled, some were expressing sadness or pity, some were even glaring at Feran. As for herself, she was proud that Ryker was able to go through this entire conversation without faltering or stopping halfway, he was a strong one.
"Those I do keep dear are few in numbers." Ryker continued. "One is sitting among all of you." He gestured to the Legendaries, Jeanne smiling inwardly as she saw Aurora smile at recognizing that Ryker had meant the Akirari herself. "Two are of the Knights in training who were attempted to be killed recently. And another two are standing high above us, working their hardest to keep the world in order, to keep us Legendaries in line and doing what we are meant to do, to strive for peace, even though lasting peace is not very feasible." Most of the Legendaries, as well as some of the Darkstalkers, looked to Darko and Jeanne. Jeanne smiled brightly at this, making sure to send Ryker a warm mental envelopment. The Fenrir only bowed his head once, and subtly, at her and Darko. Jeanne noted Darko smiling as well, and he even chuckled at the statement about lasting peace. "I took an oath the day I was taken into these Halls. I am to be forever loyal under both Lord and Lady Arceus and to carry out their will no matter the circumstance unless they deem the situation to be dire enough for me not to, or to improvise to their best interests, or if they betray me which I doubt will ever happen. My life is literally on the line and bound to this oath, and I have no reason to break it. Neither have I done anything you accused me of."
The Fenrir went silent to allow it all to sink in, and once again, bowed his head to Jeanne and Darko to signal that he was finished speaking. Jeanne smiled widely, as did Darko, and the two looked around to see that the Legendaries present, and even those of the Darkstalkers (much to their chagrin), seemed to believe Ryker. Jeanne sighed with relief, she was glad that she wouldn't be losing her son in figure to the corrupted, to be possibly tortured along with being imprisoned for who knew how long.
"...You make a good argument, Fenrir." Feran eventually conceded, though still scowling.
"I do not care much about status, though if I find it tolerable to address you formally with honorifics, you should at least do the same with me." Ryker replied. Feran narrowed his eyes and nodded.
"Lord Fenrir, then."
"Also, I would like for you to refrain from being unreasonable or making groundless accusations against me, or anyone you find yourself believing to be criminal and should be imprisoned. It is unbecoming of you, childish even." At this, many Legendaries snickered quietly, including the two Arceus, despite the fact that the Fenrir seemed to be genuinely serious and in a way, helping the Manticore. Feran almost growled right then and there, and Jeanne almost wished he could somehow sully his reputation further.
That was pretty childish of her, but she didn't really care at the moment. Besides, she was the goddess of all. She could act out sometimes.
"I apologize for my...groundless accusation." Feran drawled at "groundless", as if he still fully believed that Ryker would turn on them all. If the Fenrir noticed the hidden undertone, which Jeanne was damn sure that he did, he didn't show it in any way.
"I accept your apology." Ryker bowed his head a little in respect, walking back towards his podium as the Legendaries all around looked at him with a new light. Jeanne returned her attention to the Manticore, who was barely restraining his anger from being expressed. Smiling, though trying her best to hide it, Jeanne made the signal-simply banging her hoof on her podium-for the meeting to continue where it had left off, before Feran accused Ryker of being part of the Shadowed Saints.
The rest of the meeting flew by, without another dramatic scene from the Manticore. Jeanne, for the most part, didn't have much to say for the rest of the meeting. Darko handled most of the talking with Feran, and when the Manticore finally dropped the point of attacking the Shadowed Saints, took his Darkstalkers, and left, that was when the rest of the Council added more of their own input. It was the usual, assignments and such to different regions and the like. There were a few problems regarding some of the regions' respective crime syndicates, and their interference with the Legendaries, though that was to be expected.
Team Rocket had been dealt with some time ago, their leader had perished due to some...inexplicable burn causes, deemed as spontaneous combustion. That was all the authorities could surmise from the corpse, Ry-...uh, whatever was the cause of his death was thorough and left absolutely no evidence.
Team Aqua and Magma were currently laying low, as reported by Lord Rayquaza as well as Lords Groudon and Kyogre. Ever since the whole incident with the meteor threat (of which, Lord Rayquaza took care of through Mega Evolution), the two teams went quiet. There were no reports of any crime relating to them, yet, and the Hoenn region was relatively peaceful.
Team Galactic was getting rather bold as of late, according to Lord Dialga and Lady Palkia (Lord Giratina didn't care much for the region, she tended to remain in the Distortion World). There had been public attacks, open recruitment, kidnappings of officials, things of that nature. Jeanne had instructed the two Legendaries to send their Agents (Knights assigned to respective Legendaries of the regions) after the syndicate and keep things under control before the situation got too out of hand.
Team Plasma was more or less scattered, their ranks fell apart after the capture of their main admin, Ghetsis, and the disappearance of their leader, N. Now, their members were only hired mercenaries and those who weren't were jailed, turned over a new leaf, or went and joined one of the other syndicates. In the end, there wasn't much said about Team Plasma.
Team Flare...They were like a one-trick pony. After their failed attempt at activating the "ultimate weapon" and capturing both Ladies Xernias and Yveltal, the members were too discouraged from going on as part of the team and like Team Plasma, scattered or lay down their arms. Their former admins were jailed, one was actually shot down in an attempt to escape with a hostage, and in the end, no innocent lives were taken.
And then there was Team Skull...They were catching quite a bit of attention recently. Before recently, they were never heard of. Not one person knew about them. Next thing everyone knew, Team Skull was taking over all of the news. Fortunately, Lord Solgaleo and Lady Lunalaa were already hunkering down on the problem before the team rose to the level of how Team Rocket had been, or bold like Team Galactic. Still though, this was a relatively new syndicate. Maybe there wasn't much to be worried about.
Now that we've covered all that needs to be discussed so far, is there anything else that needs to be brought to light? her mate asked. Darko received no answer except for many shaking heads.
If that is the case, Jeanne said, you are all dismissed. Thank you for attending and giving your input and keep fulfilling your duty. As she and Darko stepped down and the other Legendaries either filed out or left via portals, Aurora and Ryker stayed behind and waited for everyone to leave. The two Arceus met up with them and Jeanne immediately concerned herself with Ryker. Are you alright, Lord Fenrir? she asked. She only wished they were all in her and Darko's chambers. At least there, she could drop the formality and actually sound like a caring parent to her child.
I am just fine, Milady. It was only tiring having to recall and recount my past while at the same time, keeping myself calm and collected in front of Feran and the rest of the Council. Jeanne almost smirked when she noticed that he dropped the honorific when it came to Feran, she supposed he really didn't care about the Manticore and only kept up the facade for show in the meeting.
She then noted Aurora nudging Ryker with a wing in concern. The Fenrir glanced at the Akirari, nodding lightly and reassuringly, before returning his gaze to the two Arceus. You know, Lord Fenrir, my offer still stands. I can restore your repressed memories…
That will not be necessary.
...But why?
I do not need them, they will probably only hold me back and keep me from focusing on matters at hand. the Fenrir added. He then, almost too casually for what they had just talked about, raised an eyeridge. Is there anything else you need to ask me, or something either of you need me to do? Darko slowly shook his head and Jeanne simply sighed.
No, Jeanne replied as Ryker nodded, you may return to your duties. Bowing his head with his standard parting words, the Fenrir turned around and dissipated out of view in a cloud of dark matter. Watching the spot Ryker had been previously standing on, Aurora frowned as she regarded the two Arceus.
...Can you-Aurora paused, as if she was changing her mind, but then continued with some reluctance. Can you tell more about him? At this, they knew that when she said "more", she meant "more in depth" as the Fenrir had only skimmed over the details earlier.
Jeanne and Darko looked at each other, nodding as Jeanne floated closer to Aurora with a stern expression. We can, but what we are about to tell you must remain between the three of us. You are not to tell anyone else, not even Roxanne or Hugh. You are not to bring it up to Lord Fenrir as well, for he might've seem fine with talking about it earlier, but he most certainly wasn't. Jeanne's expression remained stern as Aurora nodded, the Arceus inwardly sighing as she began to recount the day when she took in the Fenrir…
...
Several years earlier…
Jeanne yawned, incredibly weary that afternoon. It was at times such at this when she so very wished that she was anything but an Arceus, that she was born a species much simpler like a Lotad. Oh, how she wished she could just simply sit down and do absolutely nothing but zone out in her own little fantasy world. She'd even go for being a Mew! Just...not as…"childish" as the current Mew of the Council. But alas, it was how things are for her. She was the goddess of all pokemon, and her mate was the god. Their dispositions came with being exhausted oftentimes, along with overseeing all operations and such as well as keeping an eye on the Legendaries and the people of the world.
Oh well, at least she had a small window to relax. Darko was currently working with double the effort in order to give her some time to herself. Smiling, Jeanne made sure to make it up to her mate later, but for now, she was to relax and take in the view of the amazing scenery before her. She was floating, invisible, atop a hill overlooking the sea. While she could see everything back in the Hall of Origins, it was never as breathtaking as it would be seeing firsthand. And of course, she could actually take in the smell of the sea and feel the cool of the breeze.
Knowing that she had only about twenty minutes to relax before she had to go back, Jeanne made sure no one was around and made sure that the haze was already applied (So that anyone looking her way wouldn't see as an Arceus, but some other pokemon native to the area. The same went with any satellites.) before settling down on the hill on her belly. The view of the setting sun, glimmering orangish sea, and perfectly drifting clouds (they were positioned symmetrically, Jeanne couldn't help but to admire that) was enough for her to sigh aloud with content.
All was calm.
And then, it happened. It was nothing but a little black speck at first, but as it came closer, Jeanne noticed it to be an unidentifiable black blur. It was falling across the sea, eventually crashing several miles out from her position on a small island. Curious, Jeanne rose from her spot and made her way over to the crash sight.
I wonder...What could it be? Something interesting, I hope. To be honest, she was slightly bored as well. As much as she wanted relaxation, she wanted to be entertained in SOME way. Maybe it was a meteor, or perhaps, extraterrestrials! The closest thing to the latter was Lord Deoxys, and he'd been around for about a decade now. Really, Jeanne had seen it all. So she supposed that it wouldn't be that surprising if whatever she was headed for turned out to be something mundane.
But nothing could prepare for her what she came to find when she reached the island.
Breathing raggedly in a crater was a child. His hair was disheveled, an arm and leg were bent at awkward angles, and there was a healthy amount bleeding cuts and scrapes on his body. His eyes were closed, Jeanne noted the subtle paths of dried tears on his dirtied...as well as bloodied, face. At her presence, which surprised Jeanne greatly as the haze was still active and no one should be able to even sense her, the boy slowly cracked open an eye and regarded her blankly.
It's bloodshot. Jeanne noted to herself as she took in the details of his open eye. Along with it being bloodshot, she found that it had a white iris. It wasn't even a silver or gray color. Deactivating the haze as it proved useless against the child anyway, Jeanne did her best to express a smile despite the fact that her mouth was covered by a guard. My child, she said as she began to heal his injuries, how did you come to be here? As she asked him this, she barely caught what looked like a small black tail recede into the boy's backside before disappearing into his body entirely.
While she tried to process what she'd just saw, as she was certain he was no pokemon (she could recognize a pokemon upon seeing them) and since she was absolutely sure that she indeed see a tail recede into his body, he wasn't human either. Another small detail she noted was his canines, they were quite sharp and long to be those of a human.
Not receiving an answer to her question, Jeanne went on. Tell me, does it all still hurt? She retreated back a step, seeing no visible injuries on the child. He didn't respond, simply blinking his eye once at her. Thinking that he was possibly mute, Jeanne decided to answer that question for herself. She eyed him with a raised eyeridge as she began to lift him psychically, and when he didn't give any resistance, she turned his body over to see if she'd missed any injuries.
And it turned out that she did, he had a bad head wound-possibly from crash landing. As she began to heal it, she was almost startled when the child spoke to her. "Who...are...you?"
I am Arceus, goddess of all pokemon and humans. Jeanne answered. And who are you, my child?
"...I..am.." The child suddenly winced, weakly clutching his head. "...My name...is..Ryker…" Jeanne smiled.
Well, Ryker, don't you worry. The pain will go away soon. Ryker nodded slowly. He then widened his eyes a bit, his expression haunted.
"Family...gone..I think." he whispered. Jeanne frowned, realizing that the injury to his head could possibly be hampering his memory. Surely, one would be able to recall whether or not their family was gone, if "gone" was the "gone" she was thinking of.
You think? Jeanne asked. Ryker immediately nodded, and his expression went blank again.
"Don't want to...Don't want to remember how...they died...Just..I want to be alone…"
Now that won't do. Jeanne said warmly. She wasn't going to argue with him with his apparent memory loss of what exactly led to his family's death and restore it, that was his decision despite the fact that he was a child. But, being alone would surely cause him spiral down further into the depths. Why don't you come with me then? Jeanne ended up asking. Ryker blinked at her again, not responding. You can live with me for a while until you're ready to go out on your own. I can take care of you, provide you with a home, and make sure you are safe.
She could see that he was unsure, so she decided to simply dip her head and lightly made contact with the top of his head. She could see the effect instantly, as the boy's pale skin retained some color and his cheeks were flushed with warmth. His expression remained impassive though, but she could see the wonder in his eyes. It was like he was studying her, to see if she was sincere.
So, my child, will you come with me? If not, I can always return you to your home. At her suggestion, she saw his expression darken and almost cursed herself for lacking some tact. But, surprisingly, Ryker reached out and lightly grasped onto one of her forelegs. Smiling warmly once more, Jeanne opened a portal to the Hall of Origins.
…
You may sleep here. Jeanne indicated a bed fit for his size which was on the other side of her chambers. Ryker was still standing in the center of the the room, scanning the area with tired eyes. Come, sit. Jeanne watched him walk over and sit on the bed she'd given him, looking up at her obediently. Now, can you tell me about who you are?
His expression contorted into a frown for a split-second, it impressed Jeanne when he quickly hid it under another cover of impassiveness. "My name is Ryker." he answered.
Oh, he's going to be a fun one to talk with. Jeanne chuckled, finding amusement in how he technically did answer her question without giving her the information she was actually going for. No, my child. I suppose I should say, WHAT are you? He seemed to realize that she wasn't as oblivious as he had thought her out to be and in the next few seconds, Jeanne's eyes went wide with surprise.
In one moment, a human boy sat on the bed. In the next, there was a young black wolf-like creature sitting on its haunches. And Jeanne knew what he was too, but she never thought there would be a day where one of his species would come over to the regions for her to see herself.
Darko would soon come into the chamber only to flip out at the sight of the young Fenrir sitting on the bed.
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But wait. Aurora said as Jeanne finished her retelling. Jeanne raised an eyeridge, she was sure that she covered just about everything about that day. She'd even recounted how Ryker, still a young teenager at that time, used to sneak out of her chambers at night only for Darko to track him down (after spending a few hours checking every dark corner and shadow, of course) and bring him back in to sleep instead of wandering the Halls alone. Which of Ryker's memories specifically are repressed?
You shouldn't reveal that you know his actual name, Darko said gravely, he would probably instantly be suspicious of you...or worse. W-W-...What?
W-W-...Darko, why would you let her hear that? Jeanne thought to herself, shaking her head and sneaking a light psychic smack to the back of her mate's head. Darko pitched forward a bit, looking at her wide-eyed as if saying, "What did I do?"
Or wor-? Aurora began to question.
His memories. Jeanne cut in, Aurora pausing immediately to listen. He seems to only remember the fact that his family is gone, murdered by the people of his former home. Jeanne then wondered if she should tell Aurora the next part, though after a short moment of contemplating, to which Aurora only stared attentively, Jeanne decided that it wouldn't do much harm. He doesn't remember the actual details, so he doesn't know how they were killed. He also doesn't remember the fact that after his family's death, he...broke and wiped out the entire village.
Aurora's eyes went wide, shock practically smacked onto her face. The Akirari shook her head, blinking her eyes as if she thought that she had zoned out at a point. Jeanne's expression remained grim, she had expected such a reaction. Wait, what? But Ryker...He was only a kid back then, wasn't he?
A young Fenrir with the power equivalent of that of a newly evolved Salamence and with the rage rivaling that of a sleep-deprived Gyarados. Aurora winced. He didn't realize what he was doing until everything around him was either in several pieces, gored, or mere ashes. As of now, he doesn't remember any of that. Jeanne then sighed and glanced at Darko, actually seeing her mate resemble Ryker for he was currently lost in thought. The male Arceus's eyes were glazed over, staring at seemingly nothing. And there's one last thing he doesn't remember.
Aurora blinked, tilting her head at an angle. What is it? Jeanne sighed again, wondering how things would turn out from there.
He doesn't remember anyone he met there, but they're all perished. Almost none of them were close to him.
So what's the problem?...Other than the fact that they're dead, I mean.
Among them, who's actually not dead, was Roxanne Sylva. And Ryker has no recollection of her, except for the memories he's made with her since the first day of their Knight's training.
Jeanne waited for a reaction. She expected Aurora to yell in shock, maybe even laugh thinking that she had spoken in jest. Jeanne thought that she'd have a hard time believing it herself if she was in Aurora's shoes...paws.
But she had never seen a pair of eyes threatening so much to pop out of their skulls-Wait...No, no Aurora was the first. That traitor didn't count, he was a Sableye and his eyes had been technically gems so...And plus, Lord Mewtwo psychically squeezed, not popped the eyes directly, the Sableye, enough to the point where the gems popped out.
Bah, no point to muddle over it.
...Roxanne and Ryker...They're actually childhood friends? Aurora asked.
Not to their knowledge. Jeanne said sadly. Roxanne only knew Ryker as a human boy, she has no idea that the Fenrir training her and the boy she knew back then are one and the same. Ryker and his family kept their identities secret from her, and the rest of the village, but even now, after all that happened there, she doesn't have a clue as to what decimated the village and what the boy, now man, was. Is.
This..This is too much...Aurora nearly dropped to her stomach, looking at Jeanne with an expression of much sadness. How are we supposed to tell them?
We DON'T tell them. It was Darko who spoke this time. His tone brokered no arguments. Should you tell him, and he's not prepare for it, ALL of his repressed memories would come rushing back to him at once and who knows how he'd react? He could react violently, he could become brain-dead because of the force of it, he could very well turn on all of you while being trapped in the memory of him slaughtering the villagers...and that wouldn't end well for you all. Darko then shook his head. And if you tell Roxanne, you might just end up severing their friendship. Think about it, all these years wondering where he's been and then finding out that he's been here all along? Not only that, but he's been keeping his true identity a secret to her as well?
He's right. Jeanne decided to say, nodding. You cannot guarantee what can happen. It would only be a miracle if you were to tell them, and everything is still normal and as it is afterwards. We strongly advise against telling them, but should you decide to do so, just hope nothing is ruined. Jeanne watched as Aurora struggled with herself, trying to figure out what to do. Darko nodded in agreement to his mate's words.
Including the bonds you've all made with each other.
"Stop waking up so early in the morning just to train, nii!"
"And why not? It is not as if I am bothering you or involving you in my regimens."
"The hell you're not! Don't you know that every time you train with your sword, I can FEEL every swing you make?! Every time it makes contact with a tree or some other shit?! I'd be sleeping and the next thing I know, my entire ghostly body starts sliding everywhere!"
"Ah. No, I did not know...So why are you only telling me this just now?"
"...I've only just thought of it! That's why!"
"While I do apologize for interrupting your sleep every time I train with my sword, I believe it is partly your fault that you did not think of telling me the first time."
"...Shut up!"
*Ryker chuckling*
"Stop laughing! Meanie!...Sto-ooooop!"
"I apologize, Daina, it is just amusing whenever you are flustered." *sound of Ryker sheathing his sword* "Would you like for me to make it up to you? Another story of my travels, perhaps?"
"...Maybe."
*Ryker chuckling* "Let me rinse off first, I do not think it would be suitable for me to be sweating so much as I tell you my stories."
*RUMBLE….drip-drip-drip-drip...*
"Ah, a storm."
"It's raining pretty hard, nii...You know, I've heard from some people back at home that rain is supposedly God's tears...or he's up there taking a piss." *Daina snickering*
"When I was but a pup, my mother told me that rainy days are right to be somber."
"Why's that?"
*Ryker shrugged* "She said that the humans say that the sky, or God, whatever you would like to believe, is crying, for each tear represents someone who died since the last rainfall."
*RUMBLE RUMBLE...CRACK*
"What about thunder and lightning then?"
"All tears dropped at the same time as the crash of thunder or crack of lightning represent those who died before they were meant to."
"...That's really sad, nii. I think I'd rather hear a lie about it than what you'd just told me."
"You asked me, remember?"
"*sigh* I don't even know why I even bother. You're hopeless, nii."
"I am sorry that I do not meet your standards."
"...That's not helping your case at all. Are you a robot or something? Sheesh!"
"Robots are not among the living, are they?"
"Oh, just shut up! Now, you're just acting like that on purpose!"
"Perhaps."