A Duel of Legends
Prologue: So Here's How it Went Down
OK then, having renamed and make a few edits to this story, I hopefully won't get chewed up by the admins. AGAIN.
No OCs being accepted. Probably ever.
"Darkrai! Be careful!"
"I am being careful Cress! This is not bewoAH!
"Phew!"
Darkrai stepped down from the balcony and wiped his forehead.
"Maybe not."
Cresselia sighed at her 'brother' and sat down on a bench.
"It was bad enough that you got us grounded, but if you muck up one more time I swear-"
"Relax! I promise I will not do anything stupid for the next hour."
Darkrai walked over and sat down next to Cresselia, stretching his arms.
"Besides, what can I do wrong?"
"Is that a trick question?"
Both of the living legends had shed their normal forms for those of unusual humans. Darkrai's hair stuck up like the Eiffel tower, and a red scarf around the lower half of his face hid his mouth and nose from view, but aside from that wore basic human clothing. Cresselia wore a long flowing ball gown that glittered with sequins and jewels, and had long blonde hair.
But oh god, their eyes. Legendaries could never hide their eyes, and while Cresselia had calming eyes that could quiet the scared in moments, Darkrai had ones that disturbed the most stoic of men. Embodiment of nightmares indeed.
But the two were strong friends. They had to be, the amount that Darkrai got into trouble.
He groaned and got up, walking back over to the handrail at the edge of the balcony. Cresselia looked up at the glass dome that served as a roof.
"Ten minutes."
"Damnit Cress, the lack of stuff to do is too BOOORING!" Darkrai yelled, jumping up onto the balcony. He looked down at the globe below him, suspended by unknowable forces.
It was called the Globe of Humanity, and it kept the pokemon species inside from mixing with the last dregs of humanity, which were kept in varying balls depending on numerous things. Arceus was very set in his ways, which explained why he hadn't just moved them apart. He was proud of the pokemon, after all. Darkrai reached up to touch one of the orbs, suspended just a little bit out of reach, he just needed to lean out a little bit-
"Darkrai, look out!"
Cresselia ran over to the tottering Legendary, reaching out to grab the back of his coat before he-
Darkrai leant too far. He yelled as he slipped past the point of no return, and grabbed two of the orbs to try and hold himself up, only for them to fall down onto the Globe below him as he lost grip. Three of the orbs fell as he flailed about, finally becoming a pokemon again as-
*Crack! Crunch! Smash!*
Both looked down in horror as cracks appeared in the globe, some of the souls inside leaking in. Darkrai panicked and flew down, only widening the gap as he tried to gather up the souls before-
And what have you two done this time?
Cresselia stood with her back against the balcony as Arceus became on the seat the pair had been perched on a few seconds ago. He wore a white suit with yellow trims, and a cane with his ring on the top rested in the crook of his arm. He raised a greying eyebrow, shades hiding his eyes.
Both legendaries had no words to explain what went on. Mew, as herself, appeared next to Darkrai.
"Ooooh, you two just mucked up big time!"
Mew, not now.
Arceus sighed and was next to Cresselia, leaning over the balcony.
I will not lie. I had been hoping one of you two would manage this. I just didn't think it would be that few orbs.
"Three! I broke three orbs! Oh Arceus I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry" Darkrai broke down into a sobbing fit. Mew hugged him and teleported both of them back onto the bench. Arceus looked around at him.
No, this is not a bad thing Darkrai.
"It's not?" Cresselia asked, touching Arceus' arm "But the humans-"
The humans are about to find that one Natural Harmonia Gropius is going to become a far more influential politician, and some people may find themselves in a bit of a bind... But they'll pull through. Arceus replied, gently brushing Cresselia's hand away. Now if you don't mind I have a trio to ground. I do not have the inclination to fix time again if the three break it.
Arceus wasn't. Mew looked around and sighed.
"And that's that. Hey, I'm gonna go make a new pokemon, you two wanna come?"
"Why not," Cesselia sighed, "It's not like we'll get Darkrai's mind off the issue if we don't."
"The children..."
"Yeah yeah, you got the children, big deal. We can deal with any issues later, this'll just make the next coupla years cooler." Mew waved a paw. "Come on, I have boredom to get rid of."
"Afternoon Mr Verrich!"
"Ah, Michael, I had a feeling it was you. How do you feel?"
"Very good myself. How about you?"
"Oh, not too bad, not too bad at all. It's always good to see you here too, helps me feel more connected than just my son coming."
Mr Verrich smiled at the child who had help bring him to his senses some years ago. Michael wore the snag machine, a reassuring weight on his shoulders for years now, and his Eevee leapt up onto his lap to nuzzle the ex-Cipher boss. Mr Verrich laughed.
"And a pleasure to see you too Eevee! My word, have you still not evolved him?"
"We're... Waiting for the right time." Michael replied. He held up the thunderstone briefly, then smiled. "We've gone far like this, and we're going to go further like this."
"A worthy sentiment indeed. But tell me, what has been going on in the outside world as of late?"
"Well, aside from Jovi being Jovi, nothing special at the lab. But, uh I think I heard something about an explosion somewhere on the way in. *cough*"
"Are you OK?" Mr Verrich looked at Michael, concerned.
" It'll probably pass, I've been through worse. *cough cough* Ah, Gonzap, of Team Snaggem? He tried to get hold of, *cough cough*, sorry Mr Verrich, *cough cough cough*, I don't feel so good all of a sudden" In a sudden fit, Michael bent over double, coughing violently "What in the *COUGH COUGH!*...augh."
Michael fainted. Mr Verrich stood up and checked the boys pulse.
"Arceus' name, he's going like he's running! Officer! We need medical support!"
One of the guards burst in and ran over to check Michael.
"Please stand back Mr Verrich... He's going to need medical support."
"What?!"
"GET ME A STRETCHER, THIS KID NEEDS A DOCTOR!"
Mr Verrich sat back, face going pale, as the guards rushed in to help the young hero.
"Oh Arceus, don't let the boy die."
"...Can hear me, move your arm."
"My wha?"
"Michael, if you can hear me, move your arm."
"Like this?"
"Yes, that's brilliant. How are you feeling?"
"My chest and butt both hurt and I have a headache. What's going on?"
Michael struggled his eyes open and tried to sit up. A hand, attached to an arm, attached to a doctor, pushed him gently down again.
"I need you to stay like that for a minute. You've only been unconscious for about two hours, but... well, you may be shocked when you see yourself. We still need to ask you some questions."
"...OK..."
"What is your name?"
"...Michael?"
"You sure?"
"Of course I'm sure, it was a stupid question!"
"What day is it?"
"I think it's Wednesday."
"Where were you and what were you doing when you fell unconscious?"
"I was at the Mountain Base Prison seeing Mr Verrich."
"OK, you can get up now."
Michael struggled up, looking around. He was in a hospital room, the doctor was standing by his bed, he had heart-rate monitors all over him and-
"OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH MY BODY?!"
"Yes, about that..."
The doctor shuffled around nervously.
"You seem to have inherited some Eevee characteristics... It's happening all over the world, and your sister-"
"MY SISTER'S PART EEVEE?!"
"Ah, no, that let me rephrase that. She's sharing the genetics of a... I believe it was a Plusle. Similar things are happening to children all over."
Michael swung his legs over the side of the bed and got up, pulling off the heart rate monitor.. "I need to go see her. Right now."
"I would rather-"
"Please. She's my sister. I need to be there." Michael gave the doctor a forlorn look. He sighed.
"All right. You've been steady at normal for the last quarter hour, I think I can allow it. Just get dressed first."
As Michael stepped out of the door, Eevee leapt into his arms.
"Michael! You're OK!"
"Hardly Ok, I've been-
"I can understand you!"
"Jovi can understand me now too. And the others. Delcatty's beginning to panic, she's with your Mum in Jovi's room."
"Right. Lead the way."
Michael got a few odd looks as he traversed the corridor. As he opened the door, Delcatty charged into his legs, knocking him off balance.
"Woah! Easy girl!"
"Michael!"
Jovi quickly glomped into his chest, making him fall over.
"Argh! Jovi!"
"Big brother! You're OK! I thought... I thought... *Sniff* Waaahhh!"
"Oh, Jovi... There there..."
"Are you both OK?"
Michael looked up at his mum, who smiled as she crouched down to hug them both.
Michael sighed, sitting up and tightly hugging his family.
"We'll be fine. We just need to stick together, that's all.
"Through thick and thin.
"I know we can do it."
:Seven Years Later:
In a Small Town to the South-West of Orre...
"Good morning!"
"Mornin' kid!"
A Lampent Gijinka sat on a wall on the edge of his town. He waved to people as they went by, offering greetings and the occasional chance of help. A teenage girl ran up to him, followed by her Purrloin.
"Charon!"
"Morning Breeze!
The girl stopped by the wall and pulled herself up, panting slightly.
"Did you forget?"
"Forget what?"
Breeze groaned.
"The ship! The cruise ship that's bringing all the people over from the other regions to compete in that big tourney! It docks today!"
"It does? You're right, it does! Let's hurry!"
Charon leapt off the wall, and the Purrloin hooked itself to the back of his top.
"You got anything good planned?"
"Too big a ship. Might see some gijinka, that'd be cool!"
"You are a gijinka."
"Yeah, but no two gijinka are the same. That makes seeing others all the more awesome!"
Charon's passenger sighed. Breeze began to catch up to Charon, managing to keep up despite the run she'd had to do earlier.
Charon was a Lampent Gijinka. He had solid yellow eyes, a light blue head and chest, and black arms, legs, hands, and everything else. He had an old fashioned, rusty iron brazier slung on his back, and a side-slung bag. He was wearing a dark blue top and jeans, with black trainers.
And he only had three fingers on each hand, which were both flat.
Breeze was a normal human. She was pretty, but not a stunning room turner, and her brown eyes and hair were nothing special either. She wore a red t-shirt and shorts, with a logo emblazoned over where her heart was.
Her Purrloin insisted her name was Claws, but everyone in town called her Snuggles. She wasn't much of a fighter, and was usually extremely lazy, if fiercely loyal.
The trio managed to reach the port about a minute before the ship docked. Charon looked up at the huge ship and grinned.
"I hope everyone knows what they're doing! This tournament outta be good!"
Many hundreds of years ago, Orre was filled with rare and incredible Pokemon. Humans lived in patches of green land or as travellers, but none were more content than those from Agate Village. All worshipped the Legends, and all were happy.
But Groudon came to realise that humans were beginning to shun the desert. At first it was small groups, but more people began to leave the sands for the water and grass of other places.
Groudon rebelled.
The desert shifted, trapping humans in valleys formed of the gods might. Sandstorms blew through the towns, and rather than make people realise what they had done wrong, Groudon merely made them sad, worried.
Or angry.
The people of Agate saw the land change around them. Furious with what Groudon had done, they turned to Celebi for the other legends advice and help. And Celebi turned into itself, and shut away its heart. No longer feeling fear, Celebi confronted Groudon and managed to beat the ground type into submission. Satisfied, Celebi returned to Agate Village, watching the sands return to normal around it.
But Celebi lost more than its fear.
When the people and Pokemon gave Celebi no material gain, it decided it wanted the town for itself, and turned a small tree at the top of the village into a towering monster, draining the rest of the village of life. Horrified, the villagers tried to fight. But they lost.
One girl walked to the shrine in Celebi's forest, and using a gift Celebi had given to the village managed to call it there. And she asked Celebi why it was acting that way.
"Because that is how a hero can act."
"No! Heroes are always kind and won't do anything to hurt the innocent!"
"How do you know? You've never met a hero."
"I... I met you... Before..."
Celebi thought. Even though it should have been able to, Celebi couldn't find it's memories. It called itself from the past. To find its own memories.
Celebi unlocked the door to its heart. And all the evil, all the misdeeds, all the mistakes, all of them were undone. And Celebi swore to help any who came to it who became the same as it had become.
Hundreds of years later, a boy named Wes caught a Makuhita...