Hey guys! Did you see I posted the one shot collection Memories of Angel? I hope you all like it. For how Cyrus got to the Distortion Workd is a mix between Generations and the anime. Cyrus entered the portal himself but it happened at Spear Pillar, not that cave in the anime. Thanks for the review Zachlor16 I hope I answered your question.
The Distortion World was just as bad as Mount. Cornet, but at least in that pile of rock Angel knew for a fact she wouldn't free fall into a swirling purple hole. She stops to catch her breath, air seemed thinner in this dimension, and Cynthia nudges a water bottle under her face.
"I'm fine. We should probably save what we have."
"I know you haven't been taking care of yourself, drink." The mother forces the container to her mouth and Angel brings her hands up to inhale the liquid that starts sloshing down her throat.
Angel wipes at her mouth, catching the dribbling excess, and stares ahead, not certain on where exactly they should be going. In fact, they seemed to have hit a dead end on a weird sideways island that they should be falling off of if normal laws of gravitation applied. Uncertain, she creeps towards the edge and watches the empty space before her. Her violet eyes narrow when she sees a slight shift in the air.
Mystic pops out of his pokeball and hovers around his trainer in curiosity, not quite sure what to make of his surroundings. His large head leans down to listen to his trainer's whispers and he gives her an uneasy look that has Cynthia lunging forward.
The champion is a tad too late. Angel is already hurling herself off the rocky platform and into the open space by the time her fingers graze the area the child had previously inhabited.
The hydreigon hovers overhead as Angel clunks against the floating piece of land that became visible once she touched it and the platinum releases a sigh when she notices she isn't dead.
Cynthia paces on the island she is standing on. The piece of land Angel had pounced on was far too narrow for both of them to stand on. This left the mother anxiously pulling at her hair strands to relieve stress as her daughter stuck out a hand to feel around for the invisible ground beneath her.
"Mama! Hurry up!" Angel shouts impatiently from her position. "It goes straight, just jump."
Mystic flew over to the champion's side, the last thing he needed was for Cynthia to plummet to her death. Still sore from his battle with Garchomp, he wasn't going to be flying with a passenger in the immediate future, but he could still do a sweep and save if necessary.
The blonde tenses her muscles before springing in the general direction of the small land mass. Her heels roll to the balls of her feet and her arms shout out to balance herself as the champion skids forward. When she look up, Cynthia is met with a scowling face.
"What's that look for?"
"How come I keep falling and you barely stumble?"
Cynthia chuckles at the question, gives the girl's cheek a small pinch that is violently shaken off, and motions for the six-year-old to keep moving forward.
Angel huffs but turns and continues her walk onward along the thin island.
"You don't have Togekiss on you do you?"
The adult shakes her head no, "I switched her out for Glaceon. I don't have a pokemon that can fly besides Garchomp."
"And Garchomp's weakened and not the best carrier either," Angel sighs before nibbling on her lip in thought. "Mystic, fly as high as you can manage and give me a survey. Tell me what you see."
The dragon hisses its understanding and swirls upward.
"What are you looking for?"
"Not sure," Angel admits. "Whatever it is that Mesprit's scared of I guess."
Their conversation is interrupted by a whistling sound propelling through the air. Angel looks up and watches in horror as a dark figure rams into Mystic. The Drill Peck sends the dragon flying into the ground before them.
"Mystic!"
"What are you doing here child?" A phantasmal voice asks.
The duo turns to see a man, not old per say but weighted down by some force that gave him a older air. His deathly pale features matched the sunken in skin of his face that hugged his skull. His blue hair, slightly overgrown, shadowed his face and the only appealing part of his appearance was the startling icy blue of his eyes, but even the orbs were dull and lifeless. The honchkrow flaps down to his side and plucks at its feathers carelessly.
Cynthia freezes and the action unnerves Angel who pulls at her jacket to try to snap her back to reality.
"Cynthia and you have a child clinging to your leg. Makes me slightly curious on how long I've been here if you have an offspring. So, how long has it been?" The man muses.
"Three years," Cynthia grind outs and wraps a protective arm around Angel. The child is pulled closer to the mother's side.
"Hm. So she isn't yours then. It matters not. What does matter is what you're doing here; in my domain. My paradise."
"Mama. Is this…"
"I am Cyrus child. I assume you know who I am if your Galactic uniform means little. What are those idiots trying to do?" Cyrus questions.
"They wanted to make your dream a reality and to find you so they could show you it." Angel answers.
"Fools," Cyrus mutters. "This world is for myself and myself alone. A world with no spirit. Lovely."
"You're delusional," Cynthia hisses at him.
"I am the only rational one here. Now, leave me be." Cyrus commands and motion them away with his hands.
"No." Cyrus looks at the defiant child with annoyance. "You must be the corrupted, empty sun Mesprit has told me of. So far gone there is no hope. You are a trespasser here. You are angering whatever truly reigns here. You need to leave before it attacks and destroys both worlds."
Cyrus chuckles with no humor. "That beast can't do anything to me. This place is its prison and I'm its gatekeeper. You should be thanking me, it can't leave without its orb. The one that I control. And if it destroys Sinnoh? Why do I care? If you won't leave willingly then I'll make you." Cyrus raises an arm and his honchkrow takes a battle stance.
Angel reaches for one of the pokeballs at her waist only for her hand to be grabbed by Cynthia.
"Let me battle him Angel. He's crazy and I can take care of him easily."
Angel takes hold of the hand grasping her wrist with her free one.
"Let me Mama. I-I have to do this myself."
Cynthia purses her lips, but lets go of the child's hand and takes a step back. Her eyes watch anxiously as she pulls Mystic back into his ball and grasps Calamity's.
"It's up to us Calamity. Let's keep our promise." She removes her eyes from the luxury ball and stares at Cyrus, who is watching with his ever present blank face. The tiny hand tightens on the pokeball before she hurls it outward.
"Calamity, curtain call!"
The shiny absol spins through the air and lands on the ground, legs spread out to absorb the shock of the fall. Her lips pull back to reveal her teeth as she growls at the opponent.
"Fine. If this is how you desire to do it," Cyrus sighs.