Nobody knew what had happened to Zhoke's mate-to-be, as the shivering crowd milled about, chilled by the cold, sharp air and the wailing and screaming from inside the building. They had tried looking for her, but she was not to be found. So, they concluded that she had been in the building when the spirits rose out from their tombs, and was done for. Not that she cared. We were having great difficulty trying to stifle Mandite's laughter as our group hurried away into the safety of the forest.
Once we were far away from the little town, only then we allowed Mandite to break out into great, barks of laughter, rolling around on the floor with tears coming from his eyes. We stopped, catching our breaths, watching the hysterical child.
"DID YOU SEE THEIR FACES?!" Mandite cried, flapping his wings in berserk, jerky motions. Darkrai, who said that he would accompany us until nightfall, chuckled.
"I have to admit that's quite an accomplishment," he said in his quiet voice, the amused tone thankfully much different from his earlier one, "I have to hand it to the absol, though. I was in the floor." Dhenalix bowed his head graciously.
"Thank you," he said kindly, "but you were the one who made up the story – I was about to jump out of my pelt!" Darkrai only shrugged.
"It was nothing, really," At first, Aurora had been extremely frightened of Darkrai, only knowing him as the notorious, nightmare pokemon full of evil thoughts. Now, however, seeing the Legendary humbly and pleasantly converse with Mandite and Dhenalix, she relaxed her tight grip on my arm. Darkrai was a surprisingly kind and thoughtful pokemon, despite what stories tell of him.
"I couldn't believe there was actually a cemetery," Mandite exclaimed, "I thought you were only bluffing!" Darkrai whipped around to look at Mandite with a genuinely surprised expression on his face. Mandite stared back, confused. Seeing the two of them looking at each other with direct eye contact made me wonder something – how is Mandite able to bear the power of Darkrai's aura without breaking down into fear? The reason could be supernatural, or purely of Mandite-like behavior and standard.
"How did you find out?" the Legendary asked him slowly, "It's one of Sinnoh's best kept secrets, and you found it – how?" Mandite glanced at Dhenalix, raising a nonexistent eyebrow.
"Dhenalix over there kinda bashed the doorknob off a locked door," Mandite said, jerking his hand towards the absol, "and then we saw a bunch of crumbling tombs in a stinky, dark room." Aurora pricked her ears up, realizing something.
"No wonder I smelled something odd," she remarked, leaning back into me. I wrapped my arms over her, resting against a tree. Darkrai held a smoky hand to his head, brushing the white plume coming off of it, his eyes closed.
"That's bad..." he muttered, starting to float back and forth in a pacing motion, "But I should have known... Giratina would do something like that." The rest of us stared at him, wondering what he could mean.
"What do you mean by 'bad', sir?" Mandite asked. Darkrai opened his eyes and gave Mandite a look – I suppose he wasn't used to being addressed that way.
"Oh, it's not too terribly bad," he said, assuring us, "I mean bad, as not good for the public to see." We all nodded – except for Mandite. He had more questions to ask.
"What group of people – or pokemon are buried there?" By the time the little warrior finished the question, Darkrai's expression grew sober. Silence weighed heavily on our shoulders, with the wind blowing through the leafy canopy overhead as the only sound remaining in the area until the Legendary spoke again.
"Those are the tombs of the monarchs that once ruled during a time before people ever existed in this world," he said wearily, "We wanted to keep their resting places safe from outside harm – for they were great rulers – so Giratina placed a seal over them, so the tombs wouldn't be disturbed for all eternity. However, Giratina said that the dead shouldn't be cooped up like that, so he relieved the seal slightly."
"Now, humans had arrived and destroyed whatever the seal did not protect, and built their splendid building over it. However, Mesprit, Azelf, and Uxie came while the building was under construction and did some construction of their own. They built a fully developed and finished wall with doors leading into the ruins, locked under a special power."
"Why did they put doors?" Dhenalix asked, relieving us of the duty to orally inquire about the same thing.
"It's symbolical," Darkrai said, nodding, "When the last pokemon monarchs were overthrown, they were put in dungeon without any doors due to their rebellious behavior against the humans. Dialga found about this – he's a good friend to the royal family – and he destroyed the fortress that held them in. But he arrived to late. He had their bodies carried to the cemetery behind us, where the family's burial grounds were, and buried them too. Their child was brought, too, to be buried beside his mother. At first, since Dialga never wanted the family to be ever trapped in a dungeon again, so the tombs were left in open air."
"And then," Darkrai said, continuing with the sorrowful tale, "the humans came and built over it. Still wanting to protect what was left of the burial sight, Dialga had the three Legendaries built a separate chamber, but with doors. Dialga couldn't bear for them to be eternally resting in an environment similar to the one the last family had died in." Darkrai paused, allowing the mournful story to sink in, before continuing.
"The doors had been sealed off and locked," he said, "but I guess it was only the locking mechanisms in the doorknobs, and the wood that made the doors. I must tell Azelf to go and replace that doorknob, and strengthen the rest." Darkrai hovered higher in altitude, looking down at us.
"I'm sorry that I must leave so hastily," he apologized, "but I must." And he flew off into a wide, golden sky as the afternoon faded towards evening. The four of us were quiet, thinking about the sad story with heavy hearts. It wasn't until a while when someone brightened the atmosphere.
"At least breaking in saved our behinds from being fried," Mandite said, and Dhenalix and I chuckled. Aurora, of course, didn't understand what we meant by this. If we didn't get in through that door, there would be fiery confrontation between us and Zhoke – literally.
"Hey guys," Mandite said, with the hint of suggestion, "why don't we have a little ceremony of our own?" I found myself feeling warm in the face – I could see Aurora turning red as well. Although we were very much delighted that we were together with the knowledge of knowing we love one another, we never thought of becoming mates – just yet. I mean, it was only earlier today when I confessed my love. Dhenalix noticed our bashfulness and shot Mandite a crimson glare.
"They are not of age yet," the absol said. Mandite exhaled sharply.
"I wasn't talking about a ceremony for them," he snapped, "they can do their own little lovey-dovey doo-da one their own time. But right now, it's time to party!" Mandite grinned happily. I raised an eyebrow, wondering what this special occasion could be.
"Why?" I asked.
"'Cuz I have MARSHMALLOWS!" the little warrior beamed, raising a plastic bag full of white poofs from his backpack in a triumphant manner. I should have known it had something to do with food.
But who was I to complain? It wasn't before long when all four of us were happily indulging ourselves with the sticky sweetness, sitting before a flickering fire that seemed to reflect Aurora's own. As for the moment, Aurora was having trouble toasting her marshmallow, so, with an arm wrapped around her, I made one for her. It's funny how we don't feel so awkward when we are that close – I guess our close comfort was built over the many years we have been together. We were meant to be together after all, I thought with an air of satisfaction, taking the marshmallow from the fire and holding it towards Aurora. Mandite sat on the other side, a marshmallow speared on each of the prongs of his mushroom-turned-marshmallow toaster, the ever so feared Galaxia. But it helps to feed the monstrous appetite of its wielder. His eyes shone brightly, watching us.
"Aw, just look at them," Mandite said in sappy voice to Dhenalix, who chuckled, "don't they just look so precious?"
"Oh be quiet and eat your marshmallows," Aurora shushed.
~*~
Mandite finally admitted that he didn't know where he was going, which was a first for us. He always had lead us in the right way – even if there were detours, we still got to the place we needed to be. This time, however, Mandite did not know where the portal was. He felt it was now time to go home.
Dhenalix, who said he will swiftly take us there, and leave as soon as possible, lead the way. He had an egg to see – he even had the feeling his new child was already waiting for him without its eggshell helmet.
"You heard the man," Mandite hollered to Aurora and I, "no kadoodling and getting behind, because this time we're gonna leave you behind if you do!" Kadoodling was the term he he used for "affectionate behavior beyond friendship". And Mandite was rather picky with this kadoodling business, snapping at us when we were behind only ten feet. So we hurried along behind them, Dhenalix in the lead, anxious to get back to his family, Mandite following to get home. We had a new kind of life ahead of us, and was in no hurry with it – except for this final leg of the journey. As I ran along, I thought about it: the final leg of the journey. I couldn't believe that the whole thing, the life we had lived for these long months was closing. It has been so long ago since I had dealt with the simple nomadic life with Aurora, only taking our share in small adventures. Now, I am used to taking a journey to a grander scale. What kind of life will we, Aurora and I, lead once Mandite is gone? What will we do then? What new things will await us?
"Catch up, you whippersnappers!" Mandite yelled back, disappearing beyond a bend. The forest environment, as I so saw, was fading back into a coastal ecosystem. The soil beneath our feet became less and less rich as we raced over them, and the vegetation shrunk from towering trees down to dune grass, and mangroves. I started to hear the pounding rhythm of the ocean, and the smell of its soft sighs, a sweet tang in the air. This was all passing by so fast – I knew it would soon come time to say good bye. Somehow, I wished this would slow down, and stretch on until I can be comfortable with saying my farewells to the little warrior I had befriended. Oh how so long ago it was when we saw him fall from the sky and land in the bush. That was the day I first started to appreciate to loveliness of Aurora's eyes, which continued to shine as she ran beside me. So much time had passed without us noticing, so many emotions and funny moments, epiphanies and surprises. Now that was coming to an end, sadly. I was going to miss that kid.
Dhenalix's pace slowed down to a trot as we cam upon a mangrove system. The knobbly, interlocking roots of the trees sticking a foot above the ground were intertwined and sprawled everywhere. It was an unusual concentration of these trees, their low hanging branches blocking my view ahead with their bright, broad leaves. I got stuck several times, my foot slipping into the occasional hole within the root system. Dhenalix wound his lithe body around misshapen trunks and deftly placed his paws on sturdy roots. Mandite simply followed, randomly tripping as he went. Holding Aurora's hand, I helped her through the delicate trail within the grove.
The grove became thicker and thicker as we got deeper inside so that it soon became difficult to squeeze our bodies through. Mandite, with his stout height, just took to the higher parts of the grove, within the branches where they spread a little more graciously.
"We're here," Dhenalix finally gasped, his voice strained as he slid through the final slot and he was free. Aurora squeezed through, followed by me with some difficulty, since the slot wasn't exactly agreeing with my height. My feet landed upon open ground, a mix of sand and soil. I had a feeling we were in higher elevation, upon a hill that overlooked the sea. I gazed out at it, my eyes scanning the vastness of it for nothing in particular. It was an old habit of mine to look across the ocean.
"Here is your portal," Dhenalix said as Mandite swung in from the branches. The warrior landed, spraying sand. Half buried in it was a golden, hexagonal frame with a soft blue membrane that swirled like the patterns upon a bubble, stretching from side to side. Beyond that membrane, I looked upon more sand, and yet another ocean from another world. It looked the same, but I knew it was different. I glanced up at Mandite, looking for the expression on his face. That was difficult right now, for he was wearing his mask, but would his eyes change color?
Instead, I found him staring out into the distance behind the portal. Stretching before us was the boundary of the Scarred Lands, the sun reflecting brightly from the white stone.
"We were that close..." Mandite sighed, "And yet I didn't notice." Dhenalix padded up next to him, his paw steps soft on the ground.
"And some ways that direction is my home," he said. Then, turning around, he bowed to all three of us. Mandite still looked off into the distance.
"Stay with me," he said, still staring. The absol looked up, his face pinched in confusion, crimson eyes flashing. Without warning, there was a hissing sound, and the translucency of the membrane in the portal slid into a thick sheet of robin egg blue, opaque and sealed.
"Why?" the absol cried, stunned. Aurora had looked up and gasped. Mandite drew Galaxia out from the backpack he had dumped on the ground, blinding us with the bright light before I saw the dark silhouette lunge forth. Dhenalix crouched low, a wave of gusting wind and sand blowing in our direction. Instinctively, I reached for Aurora, wrapping my arms around her protectively, pressing her face into my fur, turning away from the blast. Gritty sand and gravel brushed passed me before I felt the air around me fill with heat and dust, becoming still. Cautiously, I looked up, still holding Aurora to me, my eyes blinking from the dust. I still saw the portal gleaming in the dust, and Dhenalix crouched beside it. Beyond, there was a short shadow, the cape of Mandite billowing in the hot wind, and another more massive, bulky, and powerful figure with characteristically long, cruel claws protruding from its paws. Something flashed before me – a vision of a muscular, marred, raging monster cackling as he used lifted a firearm, a loud bang echoing. My eyes widened, with a dreadful feeling erupting in my stomach.
"Keep away!" I heard Mandite yell to the offender. A loud, rumbling growl came from the beast.
"Sorry, knight!" Bruno snarled, "I've got business to do." Aurora shook within my hold, looking up at me with fearful eyes, ears drawn back.
"What is that?" she whimpered. I looked back to Bruno, the murder of her parents.
"He's Bruno," I said softly, "let Mandite deal with him alone – it's best not to interfere." I knew full too well what can happen when someone tries to help. A second person only becomes a bargaining chip for Bruno to get to his biggest threat. Out in the corner of my eye, I saw Dhenalix creep towards the two.
"Dhenalix!" I hissed, "stay here!" Aurora gave me a sharp look.
"What's gotten into you?" she asked, "We have to help Mandite!" My eyes widening, knowing what might happen if we tried. I wanted to help, I honestly did, but after seeing the warning Giratina gave me, I knew it would only cause trouble. They didn't understand at all. How could I explain?
"Aurora, listen to me!" I cried desperately, "He's beyond any danger we have faced – he's a merciless killer, don't go!"
"Keep back guys!" Mandite called out to us again, "Let me deal with this – get Darkrai or somebody!" But what did the other two do? They ran forth, escaping from my pleas and calls untouched, claws drawn, aura flaring. I chased after them, wanting to protect the two from the danger they had no idea of. The dust began to settle around our feet, the air becoming clear, and I saw Bruno's mangled head turn around, his mouth curling into an evil grin. Deja vu... No...
"Bruno!" Mandite cried, getting the beast's attention, "come here and fight me one on one, man to man!" Bruno growled, flicking his paws so that they lit up with the indigo hued electricity, the energy zapping across each sickly curved sickle.
"What?!" Mandite taunted circling his prey, "Too scared, big guy? Huh?" This taunting and circling with calm precision mirrored the skill of his uncle from my dream. Dhenalix and Aurora were right behind him.
I knew Bruno could turn around and slash them with the blink of an eye. Aurora came upon him, one paw enforced with blades of steel, the other flared with bright, blue aura. Dhenalix lunged with his scythe white hot. Mandite's eyes widened, seeing the two so close, and dashed forth, Galaxia raised, the golden blade catching the luminosity of the sun.
Bruno, seeing the warrior attack so quickly, whirled around, and slashed at Aurora with his peculiar electric studded claws. Aurora deftly met them with hers, but the electricity crawled up her arm on contact. She cried out, dropping to the ground. Smiling cruelly, the beast turned to Dhenalix, his sinewy muscles rippling under his fur, but his claws met the gold blade, Mandite jumping in the way of Dhenalix just on time, his eyes flashing dangerously. He flipped the sword to the side so that Bruno's arms were flung aside, and he used the hilt to slam the brute in the jaw, the momentum flinging the offender back and away from us. Mandite feet touched briefly on the sandy floor before leaping again, his sword raised high. Metallic clangs and slices filled the air, as the two combatants dueled in the sand, the sun high over the fight.
I hurried over to Aurora, who was curled upon the ground, clutching her hurt arm. Kneeling down, I gently turned her so that her face looked up at me, and her arm was revealed. Black marks that stained the paths of the electricity were webbed all over her fur, and it felt colder than ice. Aurora gasped, tears coming from her eyes.
"I told you to listen!" I hissed, before holding her tightly, relieved that she was still alive. But who knew what this new electricity could do to her. I felt her hot tears on my fur, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath.
"I've got to get Dhenalix before something terrible happens to him, too," I said kissing her on the forehead, "stay low and still, like you're dead – keep safe. I love you." I released her, and she dropped, seemingly lifeless – as promised. Giving her one last glance, I ran off to get the absol.
Mandite, like Uncle Tally, was flipping, jumping, turning, parrying in lighting quick movements, dancing all around Bruno, who had to turn to protect himself from the attack, just to be slashed on the back, or across the legs. Dhenalix swung his head, and white crescents flew from his scythe, aimed for Bruno. The brute rolled to the side just in time, and the crescents collided into the ground, knocking sand sky high into the air, clouding vision. Bruno was either hindered now, or advanced, like an assassin in the mist. I had a bad feeling that the beast was lurking now, ready to strike the back of the absol, his new target.
"Oh no you don't!" I heard Mandite shout, his keen eyes easily spotting Bruno. He flung forward, and Bruno sidestepped, so that Mandite jabbed air in front of him. Claws came plunging down, flaring with the dangerous electricity. Was it the end for Mandite? I kept running forward.
Mandite's eyes flicked upward, seeing the claws, and swiftly kicked Bruno's shins with his metallic, pointed, armored shoes. Bruno fell back, roaring in pain. Taking the opportunity while his enemy was down, and was ready to strike a deep blow. Fortunately for the beast, Bruno caught himself, and did some sort of cartwheel to the side, and slashed at Mandite. The warrior rolled down to the ground in a forward roll before jumping over backwards as Bruno jabbed underneath. Closing his eyes, Mandite pulled the his fluttering cape around him.
In a flash of light, he disappeared, reappearing in mid air behind Bruno's head, Mandite slammed the hilt of Galaxia into the back of it. Bruno flew forward, and falling and dragging his face in the sand. Behind him, the warrior landed, his breathing even and calm, watching the downed prey warily. Dhenalix approached cautiously, ready spring at moment's notice. I kept my distance behind him.
"Dhenalix! Get back here!" I hissed at the absol. The absol still crept closer, wondering if Bruno was unconscious.
"It's a trick Dhenalix get back!" Mandite cried and in a urge of faith, threw Galaxia at a blinding speed. At the same time, Bruno rolled over, pulling a shining black gun from his belt and fired, a loud bang echoing in the air. In a second, the golden blade's sharp edge sliced through the firearm, the metal splitting cleanly in two, ripping the now dead weapon from Bruno's grasp. The blade sank into the sand, the pieces of the gun landing beside it.
But metal wasn't the only thing that sank to the ground. I saw Dhenalix's white figure stand extremely still, before crumbling suddenly, collapsing down with a plume of dust. My blood froze in my veins, not believing what had just happened. Bruno, grunting but with a smile plastered sickly on his face, raised to his feet.
"What are you going to do now?" he smirked, holding up his claws, brightening with the indigo electricity. Mandite stood firm in front of Dhenalix's fallen body defiantly.
Orange spheres of light came rocketing from the sky and slammed into the ground one after another in a line, throwing up sand, rock, dirt, and dust. In the next moment, the grit was whirled into a great storm, the corrosive material slamming into my body with a frightening force. I ducked, listening to a thrumming noise just barely heard above the wind.
Bruno roared. Mandite held Dhenalix to the ground, his cape flapping violently in the wind, threatening to tear away. A dark, diamond winged figure landed in between me and them, the thrumming singing strongly.
"Mandite!" I heard a raspy, gritty voice call out, "Can you hear me?!"
"Tyyakkuvh!" Mandite yelled back over the noise, "Dhenalix's hurt!"
"Help has come!" From the sky, a speeding, pale purple, sinewy figure cleared away the dust with a wave of two arms. The floating pokemon, his eyes glowing bright blue from telekinesis flew forward, arm stretched out, pointing at Bruno. The beast slammed into a nearby rock formation, splits running all around the stony surface from the powerful psychic force. As the creature fell, a small, dark sphere flew towards him from the side. Upon contact, the dark ball expanded, enveloping the body in its translucent, shadow skin, before shrinking into Bruno's fur. Bruno collapsed on the ground. The caster came into view from behind a tree, his bright blue eyes solemnly looking over us, his smoky gray form casting a dark shadow upon the ground. The second pokemon flew over next to Darkrai, his blue eyes fading back to a soft shade of lilac. I had seen a Legendary flick her tail from side to side like that before, but this was a much larger form, and much more strongly built. He clenched his oddly deformed paws, the trade mark of his cloning.
I met eyes with Mewtwo, who gazed calmly back. I didn't know what to do – I felt grateful for his intervention, but didn't know how to express it. So I bent my head into some kind of bow, for I was already crouched on the ground.
"Lucario!" I heard a female voice cry. My head snapped to the source of the voice, opening my arms to receive Aurora with a tight grasp, who cried hard into my fur.
"I saw Dhenalix fall," she sobbed. Dhenalix... I didn't get him out in time. Guilt washed over me.
"Lucario!" Mandite called to me, a hand on Dhenalix's snowy side, with Tyyakkuvh craning his neck over the absol, peering at his friend through his red spectacles. Stumbling, I got up, hurrying over to the fallen absol. Darkrai and Mewtwo watched over us, floating with solemn expressions on their faces before turning to look at each other.
"Let's get this thing to Palkia and Dialga," Mewtwo said, his echoic voice filled with obvious disgust, his tail curling in disdain. Darkrai looked over to Bruno's body, with twitched violently from the nightmares he was sending him.
"You can take him, can't you?" the nightmare pokemon said, sighing deeply. Mewtwo nodded, his eyes again lighting up with a bright blue light. The sleeping body hovered carelessly in the air, and Mewtwo turned tail in a graceful swing, flying off with Bruno. Darkrai followed without glancing back. I watched the two go, wondering why they didn't just kill the murderer.
"No... Don't give this to me, Tyyakkuvh," a weak rasp brought my attention to the wounded pokemon. Dhenalix was lying in a tangled heap of snowy white fur, stained dark red, as deeply colored as his eyes. Tyyakkuvh held out an oran berry, urging the absol to eat it. To my great dismay, he shook his scythed head in jerking motions, gasping.
"It's too late... For that... Thank you though..." Dhenalix coughed, and a tinge of leaked from his mouth, smiling wryly. I blinked... Don't tell me he was dying. He couldn't be. It was my fault I couldn't stop him – don't die Dhenalix! The absol's breathing was labored, gritting his teeth from the pain of his wound, the dark liquid gushing from it. It was a direct hit into his heart. Closing his crimson eyes, the absol laugh, coughing in between each breath.
"I should have listened to you in the first place... Lucario," Dhenalix wheezed, "Now my foolishness has paid the price..." I shook my head fiercely, not wanting to believe that he was giving in to death.
"You're going to be all better," I said, shaking, "right Mandite?" The doctor stared glumly back at me.
"There are some things that are irreversible as time itself," he said, with regret hinting his voice, "you can't change it – you just have to let it flow." But... But...
"But what about Lily? And your kid? What about them?" I asked the absol, panic in my voice, "Don't leave them!" Dhenalix opened his eyes, and met mine with the most heart breaking, sorrowful and regretful gazes I have ever saw. And would ever see.
"Oh how... How I wish I could see them," he whispered hoarsely, his energy rapidly leaving him, "Lucario... Can you please tell them I will always love them?" I stared, realizing that not even his family would will him to live. It was too late. I began to shake, and Aurora touched my shoulder gently.
"... Tell Lily that she has been my rose from... From the very beginning," Dhenalix wheezed, struggling to talk, "... And my kid, that I'll... Never... See..."
"I regret... I regret that I can't watch my kid grow up... Even more, I regret that my child... My child would have to live without my love," he continued, straining his voice, "... And I regret I won't be there to help raise the child... With Lily." I stared at the absol, the soulful look in his eyes was dying out, my own eyes watering from grief. Tyyakkuvh, bent over and said,
"I could take you to them right now," Dhenalix's life light seemed to brighten, as hope filled his eyes.
"... You really think... So?" he gasped. Without answering, Tyyakkuvh carefully wrapped his claws around the crippled body of the absol, and rose into the air with a beat of his wings, thrumming with a low, mournful hum.
"... Farewell... All of you." Dhenalix wheezed, giving us one last smile as he flew farther and farther away. The three of us stood. I raised my hand, waving. The last of our good bye's.
"Good bye, Dhenalix,"
"Good bye," Mandite murmured.
"Good bye," Aurora echoed, and began to cry into my fur. I watched the dark figure fly away, sending the best of my wishes for Dhenalix and his family. Mandite walked over to where he had thrown Galaxia, and then headed back to get his backpack, leaving the two of us grieving, holding each other for comfort.
"It wasn't your fault, Lucario," Aurora sniffed, brushing the back of my head. I shook it, trembling.
"It was," I said, shakily. Aurora kissed my cheek, and rubbed hers against mine.
"You tried," she whispered, "He knew you did – it's not your fault."
"It's about time..." a dark, growling voice rumbled from the ground. The two of us glanced up, startled. If that wasn't frightening enough, the sandy floor before us started to erupt with a smoky black substance, a huge, black shadow emerging from the gaping void. The shadow continued to rise, well over our heads, two glowing spots glaring from the top. I stood in front of Aurora protectively, as we watched the towering figure rise even higher. We took some steps back.
The figure finally stopped rising, the shadows condensing into a more definite shape – there was broad, pointed head with two horns crowning it, a vast body in which six mighty legs tapered from. Bands of red light lit up, one by one down the body from the head. Two, crudely shaped, smoky wings unfolded from the sides, as three red spikes on each wing flared with scarlet light.
"Lucario," Aurora whimpered holding my arm tight, shaking from absolute terror, "it's..." The Lord of the Dead threw his head high into the air, emerging from his dark cloak, and roared, his deep growl raising into a piercing call that echoed throughout the land.
Giratina had arrived.
WOOHOO! GO GIRATINA! If you never heard Giratina roar as altered form, then go look it up on YouTube. It is my second favorite call from the anime.
Sorry to ruin my already not-so-great chapter... I think I did all right... A little... ^^;
But let us have a moment of silence for Dhenalix...