Pokegirl Origins - Unova

by SocomSeal

Pokegirls. Humanoid monstergirls who live to battle and need human contact to stay sane. In this world some use pokegirls as tools, but many form close bonds with their partners. This is the story of one tamer and his journey. Inspired by the Moemon Project. Generation 5 - In which the old faces off against the new.

12. Chapter 12 - Keepers of the Vale

WARNING

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS CONTENT INAPPROPRIATE FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 18

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The roaring crowds celebrated as the baseball game went on, but Nicholas barely paid it any mind. After rejoining Sabrina he'd explained to her what had happened and they'd spent some time talking about what to do – Kalmiya had reported that the two Plasma members had abducted a number of pokegirls from the breeding facility. Just like in Castelia. Another kidnapping. This time, the culprits seemed to have escaped completely.

Eventually they'd decided to try and continue their day, returning to the amusement park and spending a few hours wandering the grounds, though Nicholas made sure to avoid the Ferris wheel. Rationalizing that there was simply nothing he could do in the moment Nicholas had focused solely on Sabrina and their time together, so by the time the sun had set the two were giggling away as they staggered from the closing park.

"Thanks for making that so much fun," Sabrina giggled. "I know it took a lot."

Nicholas gave her a quick squeeze. "Easy enough with you distracting me, honey."

"Well if you're up for it, I've got one more big distraction planned," Sabrina replied. "You wanted to check out the stadium, didn't you?"

Nicholas nodded. "Oh, sure, but isn't it getting late?"

"It's getting to be the perfect time," Sabrina said. "The baseball game starts in half an hour."

Nicholas' eyes widened. "Wait, you said sports were boring!"

"I LIED!" Sabrina squealed. "Do you like baseball?"

"LIKE it? It's one of the most popular sports back in Alola!" Nicholas exclaimed. "Only to watch on TV though since we don't have any big baseball stadiums back home… There's just not enough space for one!"

"Yesss! I knew it was a good choice!" Nicholas was dragged along as Sabrina led him laughing through the city towards where a number of floodlights lit the sky. "The perfect end to our weekend!"

…It really was, he thought as his thoughts returned to the game in front of him. Sure, he was getting antsy, but in the here and now, his beautiful fiancé had given him an incredible gift.

Many hours later found them chattering away in the stands as the crowds filtered out. Eventually, though, Kali took her Master and Mistress by the hands, Cathy grasping her arm as all four teleported back to the hotel.

Kali released them as Sabrina let out a long sigh. "Well. Another day with a hiccup, but I think it went well overall."

Nicholas nodded. "It really did. I'm very thankful for the time we had together."

Sabrina gave him a smile and they kissed. "So am I," she said softly. "I can't wait for more days like this."

They filtered into the hotel but, as they stepped out of the elevator on their floor, Nicholas placed his hand on Sabrina's shoulder.

"You're going to another shooting location starting tomorrow, right?" he asked quietly.

Sabrina nodded.

"Staying on set?"

"Probably," Sabrina whispered.

Nicholas nodded. "Then tonight's the last night I'll see you for a while." He paused. "I want to enjoy it. Can you wait for me in our room? I won't be long."

Sabrina smiled slightly and reached over to give him a full kiss. "Don't make a girl wait longer than she has to," Sabrina growled playfully before releasing him.

Nicholas gave her a cheeky smile as Cathy and Kali drifted off to their own rooms. "I won't. I promise."

The instant she was out of sight his smile fell and he turned, focusing entirely on his awareness as he spread it throughout the entire building. He intended to keep that promise and be back with Sabrina as soon as he could.

It was easy to identify the dancing presence he was searching for and Nicholas hurried down the hall, barely pausing to knock before scanning his master keycard and shoving the door to Zinnia's room open.

Victini was hanging upside-down from Zinnia's bed while the other legendary herself was seated on a chair nearby and both turned when he pushed inside. "Nicholas?" Zinnia asked in surprise. "What brings you here so late?"

"Her," Nicholas growled, never even looking at Zinnia as he strode purposefully for Victini. "Victini."

Victini released her legs and slid to the ground, popping back onto her feet as soon as she could. "Nicky! Hi-"

"I'm not here to talk," Nicholas interrupted. "I have a date with my mate, but I needed to find you before you decided to zip off somewhere."

Victini blinked. "Something happen? You're talking all serious."

Nicholas sighed. "Yeah. Something happened. All I need to know from you is whether you're familiar with the pieces Tirakan left behind. Zekrom. Reshiram. The others."

Victini slowly nodded. "I am."

"You know of them or you KNOW them?"

"I… know them," Victini replied.

"Good. Be here in the morning when I come to find you." And with that he was gone.

Victini slowly turned to look at Zinnia. "Was he angry at me?"

Zinnia barely shook her head. "No. 'Angry' is the wrong word. 'Intense' is a better one." She had her eyes on the door. "Something big must have happened. He doesn't usually care to seek any like us."

Victini looked guilty. "That's why I thought he might be angry at me. I've felt it. How he's annoyed that I'm here."

"Insane, isn't it?" Zinnia asked. "What human could ever make you feel guilt over your actions?"

"The only other one was my first tamer," Victini whispered.

"Nicholas is my first real tamer. My only in this new body," Zinnia replied. "Do you want him to be annoyed with you? Do you enjoy teasing him?"

Victini hesitated. "Kind… of. I loved playing like that with other humans, but with him it's different. I kind of want to mess around, but something says that I shouldn't."

Zinnia gave her a half smile. "If you want to play around, he'll reciprocate that, but only if you're a part of his harem."

Victini slowly turned to her. "Which… I'm not. Yet. Even though he said I am."

"Being one of his pokegirls is more than just being around him, or some pretty words, or even feeling the shape of his cock," Zinnia agreed. "If it helps, today showed me why my mother must have enjoyed being in the same harem as you all those millennia ago." She stood, walking over and giving the smaller legendary a big hug. "I think he'll figure it out too."

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"Just let me know if you want me to join you on set," Nicholas murmured as he held Sabrina's hands and stared into her eyes. "I'm going to miss you."

Sabrina smiled at him. "It's just for maybe a month," she said. "You can't be there this time, but we'll make it work once I've really hit the big time, remember? We've talked about this."

Nicholas sighed. "I know, I know."

"I'll miss you too," Sabrina whispered before they kissed and she pulled her hands from his to step towards where her harem waited. "Try not to get into any trouble while I'm gone."

Nicholas watched her go. "I can't promise that this time," he barely breathed. He remained outside the hotel, gazing after her, for a long time after the woman had already disappeared from sight. Eventually though he headed back inside.

She was waiting for him. Victini stood in the lobby next to Zinnia and as he entered she spoke.

"You wanted to talk?" Victini asked in a small voice that did not match anything he'd heard from her to that point.

Nicholas blinked, his eyes softening after a few moments as he let out a sigh. "Let's find a room."

They didn't head back upstairs but rather made themselves comfortable in a small conference room on the main floor, Zinnia remaining silent as she took up a position near the door to make sure they weren't disturbed while Victini and Nicholas took seats near one another and began to talk.

"Zinnia just here to listen about her mother?" Nicholas asked, glancing over, and when Zinnia nodded he turned back to Victini. "Right. Let me explain what's happened."

Victini listened as Nicholas described his conversation with N and his previous encounter with the man, only speaking once he had finished. "He's telling the truth."

Nicholas raised an eyebrow. "What makes you sure?"

"The first king… Humans and pokegirls alike listened to him. It's why I said he was above us. All of us." She looked down as she fiddled with her hands. "You say ferals treat him like an Alpha. There's no other explanation."

"In that case, is he telling the truth about Zekrom and Reshiram?" Nicholas asked.

"Zekrom and Reshiram…" Victini trailed off. "I haven't seen them in thousands of years. I've seen none of the remnants of Tirakan. I don't think they're dead, but they might be 'slumbering', like N seemed to believe."

Nicholas nodded. "Who exactly are they? As pokegirls."

Victini looked back up. "They are what you think they are. The two conflicting ideologies that the first king held in balance, and his sons split apart. Zekrom, idealistic and terrible in her power, and Reshiram, accepting all truth and the beauty in it."

Nicholas nodded again. "Do you know where they might be? If N truly is the descendant of your first tamer, of the original king, then it would be stupid to hope he won't succeed in locating and awakening Zekrom."

Victini nodded back. "There is only one place that makes sense. Somewhere… Somewhere I haven't visited in a long, long time." She hesitated. "Not since he died."

"Where?"

"As the Vale crumbled around us and he lay dying," Victini whispered, "as Tirakan herself was torn apart by the two princes and their raging anger, her energy ravaged the kingdom. A lush prosperous land turned to an empty desert, its people suffering. He begged me to save them, and… how could I refuse him?" She had tears in her eyes. "I lifted his castle from the sands and brought it to Tirakan's domain, from where her unchecked energy flowed, and I… I sealed it. His castle, the Sword of the Vale, acted as the seal to Tirakan's broken and raging energy. In death as he had been in life."

Nicholas was staring at Victini as the tears began dripping to the floor. "You don't just think that Zekrom and Reshiram are 'slumbering'," he said quietly. "You know they are. Because you are the one who put them to sleep."

Victini slowly bowed her head. "It was the only way," she said in a tortured whisper. "They were as beasts, as ferals, in the short time from when they were formed until I cut them off from her power. Tirakan became five – Her body, an empty shell without soul or mind. Her soul, fractured into two in her grief and love. Her mind, the most powerful remnants, which carried her beliefs and power to each prince. They would have destroyed everything in their war."

"You think Zekrom and Reshiram slumber at the place you sealed Tirakan's power, then," Nicholas said. "Where is it?"

"Far to the north," Victini whispered. "Some humans remained there even after the king died. Today it is known as Eindoak Town."

Nicholas breathed out through his nose. "Eindoak Town. You haven't been there since you sealed Tirakan's power?"

"No."

"So you don't know exactly in what form or where Zekrom and Reshiram might be slumbering?" Nicholas pressed. "But you believe they're there?"

"They abandoned the princes the moment I sealed her power," Victini whispered. "No, I didn't stay there long, but where else would they go? Without Tirakan's power fueling them they would have faded away, becoming shadows of what they had been. They would have instinctively sought to regain what they were losing, but they could not. I made sure of it."

Nicholas settled back as he thought. "How well known is that part of the legend?"

"The people of Eindoak are proud of their heritage," Victini said. "They are the people of the Vale, those who followed their king, and rejected his sons. All of Unova knows who they are."

Nicholas winced. "Then N will head for Eindoak as well."

"Most likely," Victini whispered.

Nicholas' mouth thinned. "Then that's where we need to go." He stood. "I won't order you to come with me, Victini, but your knowledge would be welcome."

Victini's eyes slid shut. "That place… is not one that Victini has any right to visit again."

"Alright," Nicholas murmured. "I understand. If you change your mind I intend to do some more research before making the trip – I won't be leaving today." When Victini just nodded he turned to where Zinnia still stood. "Will you come with me, Zinnia?"

Zinnia blinked before cracking a smile. "I thought I told you I held no urges to visit my birthplace."

"Things have changed."

Zinnia's smile slipped off her face. "They have. I will be with you."

"I'll figure out who else will come and we can make a plan." Nicholas glanced at Victini one last time before walking for the door. "Unfortunately, I have other things I need to take care of today." Victini was left sitting alone as he exited with Zinnia tailing after him. "I've got to finally get around to paying for Cathy's clothing and get it detailed, maybe pick up a few things while I'm there, then there's the meetings and…" his voice faded as he walked through the halls. Eventually Victini opened her tear-soaked eyes to stare at the wall, her thoughts tumbling, indecision written on every inch of her face.

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"What do you think?" Nicholas asked, holding the shoulders of Cathy's jacket so the design on the back was hanging straight. "Would you accept her as one of yours, Lili?"

The Tyranitar chuckled under her breath. "She is certainly one of yours, Weyrleader. While I would not accept Cathy as part of my Weyr she is still a dragon's chosen."

"True. This is my mark, not yours." Nicholas smiled when Cathy shifted and her tail flicked against his body. "My bull wears it well."

"I wish it wasn't on my back," Cathy rumbled. "Nobody will ever see it."

"No?"

Cathy's lips curled back even though all the others were standing behind her and couldn't see the expression she was making. "No. No enemy will ever see my back."

Nicholas glanced around at the others before beginning to laugh with them, Cathy joining in after a few moments as she shrugged out of his grip and turned to give the assembled group a wild grin.

"I'd had my doubts to your acceptance of her position as his guard, Ryuko," Miyuki said as she smiled at the Scizor. "I should have known better than to question his first blade."

Ryuko gave her a slight smile in return. "It is your duty, Alpha. As his high priestess."

Nicholas wiped the tears from his eyes and composed himself. "Do either of you know if anyone else is joining us, by the way? Lili said none of the dragons will be. Well, besides Zinnia."

Miyuki shook her head. "Nobody else in my harem is coming."

Nicholas made a face. "Not nearly as definitive as I'd like, but that works. Once Zinnia shows up we'll leave."

He was turning to chat with Lili when he noticed a streak of flame out of the corner of his eye.

Nicholas turned back to see Victini swoop in and land at a light jog that she kept as she approached him. "Nicky nicky nico nico-leee!" She danced up and threw her arms around his waist. "Going somewhere?"

Nicholas chuckled and patted her flaming hair. "I am, and you know where. I made an open invitation to the entire harem two days ago." His smile faded a bit when he felt Victini tense under his touch. "Change your mind about coming with me?"

Victini had her cheek pressed to his body and he couldn't see her face as she grew hesitant. After a few moments she closed her eyes and steeled herself. "I was hoping to catch you for a quick chat… you know, before you zip off somewhere."

Nicholas recognized that she was using his own words intentionally and nodded, looking around at the others. "Sure. We can't leave without Zinnia anyways so that's not a problem." He paused. "Privately?"

"Please," Victini whispered.

They moved away from the group and around a corner before Victini completely released her grip and shuffled a few steps away to look up at him. He spoke first. "What's on your mind?"

Victini blinked before abruptly letting out a massive annoyed sigh and dropping to the ground. "You."

Nicholas took a seat a bit more gracefully. "Me, huh."

"Yeah. You." Victini leaned back against the wall and let her eyes move to the sky. "It's always you. From the day you appeared on my tv screen making your declaration to the world it's been you. Even after you pulled your… your stunt and forfeited your challenge against Cynthia I couldn't stop thinking about you."

"Sure."

Victini glanced towards him. "Last week, the night we met. You said something. During… During the little dance we had, the question and answer. You did that really well, by the way, tricking me to talk under an oath of truth. Truly like one of the old ladies would."

Nicholas smiled slightly. "I've had practice."

"Yeah, I bet." Victini returned her eyes to the sky. "During it… you said, at the end, that if things turned out the way you were expecting them to, then there wouldn't be any more need for that agreement. That we'd give each other answers freely."

Nicholas nodded slightly. "I did."

"Did it go the way you expected?"

"Honestly?" Nicholas said. "I don't think it's turned out any way just yet."

Victini gave the clouds a wry smile. "No, I guess it hasn't." She lapsed into silence for almost a minute before turning back to him again. "Yeah. My favorite way to pass the days was to masturbate to powerful humans. I'd watch tournaments, speeches, sporting events – whatever got me horniest. Then, every few years at most, I'd get bored with that and head off to find a real thing. Always just to have some fun until I lost interest and went back home."

Nicholas nodded.

"That's all you were to me at first," Victini said. "Better than what I usually settled for, sure, but you were just the latest human I wanted to fuck. It's all I ever did. Thousands of years, passed doing nothing but… but pleasuring myself."

Nicholas let out a quiet sigh. "Would you like me to respond?"

Victini blinked. "What do you mean?"

"My pokegirls often complain that I'm too smart for my own good," Nicholas explained. "I'm asking if you want me to be smart or be quiet."

Victini hesitated. "I want…" Her eyes flicked up his body. "I… I want you to be smart. But I don't know if I can ask you to be. That's why I'm here now."

Nicholas nodded slightly. "Then I'll be quiet."

"No, give me a taste first."

He grinned. "A taste?"

"Yeah, I want to know what you were going to say."

"I was going to say that it sounded like you were depressed," Nicholas said gently. "That you had lost interest in the world."

Victini stared at him for a long time before closing her eyes as the barest hint of a tear beaded in one. "Fuck."

"Sorry," Nicholas whispered.

"N-No, I… I pressed you. You can be quiet now." Nicholas obligingly settled back and listened. "That's… That's what I want, though. I first came to you intending to have some fun until I got bored and moved on, but things have changed. They changed instantly, hearing you, hearing how you reminded me of him… I still want to have fun but now I never want it to end."

"If you don't mind me breaking my silence, that much was obvious," Nicholas said quietly. "You wouldn't be talking to me right now otherwise."

Victini slowly opened her eyes again. "I wouldn't?"

"Well…" Nicholas hesitated. "Sorry, I'm supposed to be quiet."

"I'm listening."

Nicholas sighed. "Let me start by telling you something. Many pokegirls have approached me and said they wanted to join me. I don't think I've ever told one no. I've absolutely questioned them, made them be honest with me about their motivations and reasons for asking, and sometimes it takes me some time to really know and accept them, but I've never said no. I was very aware that when you first approached me on that ferry you were just an eternal one turning your eye on a random human, interested because of your own wants and not because of anything I might have desired. A quick fling. And that, that's what I dislike the most about those like you." He gave her a gentle smile to remove the sting from his words. "All you unique, legendary pokegirls. You're special. You know you're special. All of you, to some extent, see yourselves as being separated from the rest of the world – from the normal humans and pokegirls inhabiting the planet you happen to be on. It makes you proud, vain, haughty, whatever word you want to use, but it makes you see yourselves as better than the rest of us. Rightfully or otherwise."

Victini's toes curled into the dirt. "Oh."

"So, when you did nothing to change my opinion of you…"

"…That's why you've been so guarded," Victini barely whispered. "I haven't done anything to change your mind."

"Not really, no."

Victini slowly bent over to rest her head on her knees. "Even that night. All I talked about was how you were good for me."

Nicholas remained silent.

Eventually she lifted her head again. "Is it too late, then? Is there nothing I can do?"

"Do?"

"To fix this," Victini said quietly. "At the risk of making you think even less of me, you make me feel ways that I haven't felt in millennia. A few days ago, when you were questioning me about Tirie and what she became, I… I felt guilt. Regret. I don't think I've felt that way about what I did since just after I did it. I did what I had to do, what my Master pleaded for me to do." Nicholas remained silent. Victini was rambling and that was the first time he'd heard her refer to the old king as actually being her 'Master', not just her tamer. She was revealing how close they were. "It felt like I'd committed a crime, and with little Ray standing right there it felt so, so much worse. I sealed her mother. Or, well, what was left of her." She slowly turned to look at the silent man. "It made me feel like… Like I had betrayed her."

"You want to feel those ways? Guilt, regret, those are negative emotions, aren't they?"

Victini gave him a dry smile. "Of course I want to feel those ways. I haven't for four thousand years."

Nicholas chuckled. "I don't think any less of you for being honest with me. Of course you want to join me for your own gain – there isn't a single pokegirl here who can say otherwise. There isn't a creature on this planet that is completely selfless." He gave her a kind smile. "I think I can answer your question. No, there's nothing you can do to fix things, because you've already done everything you need to. This conversation right here. It's not an eternal one imposing herself on me – it's an individual approaching me, truly as an equal for the very first time."

Victini gazed at him. "It can't be that simple, can it?" she murmured. "Do you really want me to be welcome here?"

Nicholas nodded. "Victini, you wouldn't be worrying over these things if you weren't serious about wanting to create a true relationship between us. So, yes. It's really that simple. In fact, I want to know what I can do to make you feel welcome. Because, despite how we met, you're not even the worst first meeting I've had with an eternal one who went on to become my friend."

Victini hesitated. After a few moments her expression firmed. "Then I want to know what's so special about those names the old ladies have."

"Why I call them Zinnia, Kali, Celine?" Nicholas asked. When Victini nodded he shrugged. "There're a few reasons for it all. First, you don't call me 'human', do you? At least, not now."

Victini blinked. "That's true."

"Names are more than just a disguise, no matter who you are," Nicholas explained. "They're also something special. Something that holds meaning, something that I share with every pokegirl in my harem, something that's ours. Some of them have names they want to share with me, some of them ask me to name them, but the point is that they're not Mewtwo, Celebi, Rayquaza – they're Kali, Celine, and Zinnia. They are important as individuals, as who they are, and not just what they are."

Victini shifted herself to be closer to him. "Then… will you name me?"

Nicholas looked at her in surprise. "Name you? The others all chose names for themselves…"

"I'm not one of those old ladies," Victini interrupted nervously. "I… I don't want a disguise, even if that's just a part of what a name is. I want what you talked about. I want… I want something we can share. Something special just for us."

Nicholas leaned over to take her hand and gave the nervous legendary a smile. "Of course. Do you have any preferences? I'd suggest 'Nikki' or some version of that, but that's my name, isn't it? Even if it's fitting enough; my name means victory, after all."

Victini's eyes widened. "It does?"

"Nicholas? Yeah. It's an old human name meaning victory." Nicholas shrugged. "Kind of funny that the aspect of victory herself has taken a liking to me, if you think about it."

"It's perfect."

Nicholas blinked. "Hm?"

"Nikki." Victini squeezed his hands. "I want to be called Nikki."

"But that's what you shorten my name to, isn't it?" Nicholas asked. "Won't that be confusing?"

"I'm the only one who calls you Nicky," Victini replied quickly. "If anyone else says Nikki then it won't be confusing, right? Anyone else saying Nikki, they mean me. If I say Nicky, then obviously I mean you."

"What if I find another pokegirl who likes calling me by a nickname?" Nicholas asked in amusement.

Victini's flaming hair surged as she gave him a huge grin. "She'll just have to find another one. Nicky is mine."

Nicholas grinned back and yanked her closer, laughing when Victini yelped and tumbled into his lap where her noises were suddenly silenced by his hands moving to caress her body. "And Nikki is mine," he whispered, nestling his face in her hair and breathing his words right into her ear. Victini shuddered as his fingers played over her chest and began creeping down her body to rub her groin. "Welcome, Nikki. Welcome to my harem."

Victini let out a piteous moan as his fingers slipped past her clit. She twisted when he began to finger her, pressing her mouth to his and grabbing the arm fondling her chest with her hand to make sure he couldn't pull away. They remained there for a few minutes before Victini pulled back slightly, joyful tears beading in her eyes as her hips moved with his fingers. "You know, I asked you back then what more you could do."

Nicholas gave her a cheeky grin. "I reserve the good stuff for pokegirls in my harem. Outsiders just get dicked."

Victini's tears swelled at hearing him truly refer to her as being a part of his harem. "Can your pokegirls get dicked good too?"

"Oh, of course." Nicholas chuckled. "So," he said, flicking his hand to make Victini squeal at the sudden change of attack and lower her head as she began panting heavily, "will you still be staying behind, or do you think you can accompany your new Master to Eindoak?"

Victini moaned as she finally came from his movements and leaned back, still panting as he continued playing with her. Eventually she cocked her head to look at him again. "Do any of the others call you Master?"

"Kali refers to me as Master Nicholas. Zinnia does as well sometimes, but only when she's in full disguise."

He grunted when Victini lunged forwards and stopped his movements entirely by pressing herself as tightly as she could against him. Her lips sought his, her legs slowly wrapping around his thighs, as she whispered breathily between each kiss. "It's only been a week but I wouldn't mind calling you Master, Master." She giggled. "I don't want to let you go anywhere without me, so I'm coming to Eindoak. It'll be fine. I'm Nikki, not Victini, right?" When he joined in her laughter she pulled back slightly to stare into his eyes, hers engulfed in a fiery passion. "Besides. I want to watch you win."

"Then as soon as Zinnia shows up we'll leave."

"Do you think we have time for a little more?" Victini pouted. "As soon as we go back to the others she'll appear."

Nicholas gave her a smile. "You know that, do you?"

Victini blushed. "Yeah."

"Unfortunately, we don't really have much time." Victini slumped dejectedly and didn't notice Nicholas' fingers slipping past his leg, but she definitely noticed when something sprang up to smack her taint. "We'll have to make it quick." He grinned when Victini clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her scream when he bounced her up and she fell back down right onto his erection. "If anyone complains, I'll just remind them that I give all my new pokegirls a good taming when they join the harem."

A few minutes later they returned to the others and just as Victini had said Zinnia appeared the instant they did, Aster just behind her. Nicholas was greeting Midna, the Absol having joined the others while he and Victini talked, when the two dragons walked up.

"All set to leave?" Zinnia asked.

Nicholas turned with a nod. "Yep. Everyone's here. Nikki will be joining us too."

Zinnia gave Victini a huge smile. "Nikki?"

"The latest addition to my harem."

Zinnia grabbed Nikki by the hands and yanked her into a hug. "I'm so happy for you," she whispered.

Nikki's eyes filled with fresh tears as she gave the surprised other legendary a full kiss on the lips. "I'm so happy too," she whispered when she broke the embrace and began wiping her eyes.

"Right." Nicholas had intentionally turned away to give the two a semblance of privacy and was addressing the other pokegirls. "As I discussed in my announcement the other day, we're heading to Eindoak Town. We expect to find the two remnants of Tirakan there known as Reshiram and Zekrom. In what state, we don't know. But the green-haired human Cathy and I encountered, N, will no doubt be there or will be on his own way there to try and bond with Zekrom." He looked between Cathy and Ryuko. "Cathy, Ryuko, you each know your duties. Lili, you're coming because Eindoak is the realm of Unova's dragon clan – I need my matron with me. Miyuki, you're similarly coming because you're the best suited for combat against a horde of dragons, or even a legendary one, if worst comes to worst. Zinnia is of course coming because of her connection to who we will find, and Nikki as well. Aster is coming I assume because Zinnia is?" He glanced back and chuckled when the Salamence nodded. "No surprise there. Midna?"

"I am also coming because Zinnia is," Midna said softly. "My goddess and her chosen each go to war. I will not be left behind."

"Your abilities will be useful," Nicholas replied. "Thank you, Midna. Hopefully though there will not be a war."

Midna raised her arms to allow her dark blades to sprout in a ready pose. "Whatever is will be as you demand."

Nicholas inclined his head slightly and glanced back at Miyuki and Ryuko. He'd managed to have three of his most devoted pokegirls with him on this trip, it seemed. Midna might even be the worst of them all, considering she ignored her own instincts when it was for him. "That's our group then. Zinnia, do you think you can carry me to Eindoak?"

"To do so comfortably would require me to take another shape," Zinnia replied. "You're too big for Zinnia. But not for Aster."

Nicholas nodded. "I can understand why you would want to maintain your chosen form on this trip. Sounds good – Aster?" He turned and began taking the pokeballs the others handed him, recalling them and stowing them on his belt. "Think you can get me to Eindoak by nightfall?"

He was turning to the Salamence when he had to take a half step back at what he saw. Aster had stepped right up to him and she grinned when he noticed her. "If you grant me your power, Master, I'll have you there before the sun has even started to set."

Nicholas smirked back at her. "I suppose that kind of thing is no longer a secret. Sure. Will your mate be able to keep up?"

Aster began laughing as Zinnia's eyes narrowed and the two dragons started growling at each other. "It won't be a problem," Zinnia said, beckoning for Nikki to clamber onto her back.

"She'll do her best," Aster jabbed back.

In a flash Zinnia was in the air and Nicholas yelped when Aster grabbed him and slung him into her arms, beginning to shout after the rapidly vanishing figure above them. Before she could launch herself as well Nicholas was focusing, pressing his hand to Aster's bare breast and infusing her with his energy until the Mega Evolution triggered, sending the Mega Salamence rocketing after her mate so fast that the windows around them rattled in their frames.

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Nicholas took a deep breath of the crisp mountain air as he gazed out over the ridgeline that was home to Eindoak Town. They'd flown in some ways down the main road to make sure that the locals didn't react poorly to two powerful dragons landing straight into town, and Zinnia and Aster themselves weren't even with him at the moment. The moment they'd deposited their passengers after their supersonic flight they'd leapt at each other, seemingly fighting and roaring but without any true anger it had been clear to Nicholas that the excuse to really stretch their wings had left the two incredibly horny for each other. He'd grown accustomed to their mating rituals by now so when they'd blasted into the sky with their limbs completely intertwined he'd just shrugged and began to walk, Nikki skipping after him after a few moments.

But now he was here. The mountains around them meant that even though it wasn't all that late the sun was still approaching the horizon and shadows were beginning to stretch across the ridges and valleys. He began triggering pokeballs. "Nikki? Where is the king's castle – the 'Sword of the Vale' you told me about?"

"Not far. Over the next ridge, I think."

Nicholas nodded. "If I know dragon clans, then we're not going to be welcome to just walk straight there. Let's enter town. Maybe find a place for the night, or at least ask about one, and try to feel out the local opinion once I ask about the castle."

"Do we have time to delay?"

Nicholas looked at Midna. "Midna? Do we have time?"

The Absol blinked at him. "There is… I feel no danger here, Master. But there is a tension. It is strong. It is close."

Nicholas grunted. "N doesn't seem malevolent. I wouldn't expect you to feel impending doom from his actions, but for you to say that there is still something coming, and it's close… I don't like that." He lapsed into thought. "Town. No matter what happens there I intend to be at the castle before we make camp for the night."

Nikki nodded.

They entered Eindoak proper as the sun's rays began disappearing behind the trees. It was a beautiful town, stone streets and rustic architecture mixed with wrought iron and other more modern additions that kept the whole place firmly integrated with the nature around them. Much like Celestic Town in Sinnoh, though unlike that place hidden in the mists this town was a part of Unova. Dragons were everywhere, mingling with the humans and other pokegirls, and Nicholas was surprised to see more than one distinct line of draconic pokegirl here. Blackthorn had had no Gyarados or Tyranitar within the sanctum, only Dragonite, Meteor Falls, even with the Altaria in the mountains, had only Salamence that dwelled with the Draconids, and Celestic had been home to solely Garchomp. He had thought that each clan seemed to hold a kind of affinity, yet here there was no apparent specialty.

The original dragon, he thought. That was who these people claimed as their ancestry, and Latios' words when she had been disguised as the human Tio echoed to him.

"Well. You're not bad, I suppose, for a Draconid. More like what you used to be."

These people were as close to 'what they used to be' as humans could get, and the dragons here reflected that. Just as he was able to bond with any dragon he met they had no issue coexisting with every dragon that called Unova home.

A few sets of eyes turned to the group as they walked down the main street but nobody approached them, leaving Nicholas to scan the buildings and angle towards what appeared to be a small lodge.

The attendant inside inclined his head when Nicholas entered followed by six pokegirls. "Good evening, tamer. Need a room for the night?"

"Maybe. I might just be passing through," Nicholas replied. "I'm searching for a great structure that's rumored to be hidden in the mountains around here. Have you heard of it?"

The man's eyes moved to Lili, standing beside her Weyrleader, and back to him. "You're welcome to search for it. The keepers may even allow you access."

"Is it not open to outsiders?"

The man grunted. "It's not open to tourists, but you seem on a pilgrimage. I won't stop you."

Nicholas' brow furrowed. "A pilgrimage?"

"You seek the roaring in your soul, the reason of your blood, do you not?" the man asked. "Your pokegirls are not from Unova, but a dragon follows you, so why else would you journey here but to…" he trailed off as his eyes focused on where Nikki was trying to hide behind Cathy. "…wait."

Nicholas glanced over. "Hm?"

"Is that…" The man stood and stepped around his desk before stopping again and looking quickly back to Nicholas before his eyes widened. "Lady Victini – then you must be that tamer from Indigo. The Draconid!"

"Is that a problem?" Nicholas asked quietly.

The man seemed to catch himself before he said something and after a few moments slowly shook his head. "I… will not pass judgement. The keepers will do that."

Nicholas raised an eyebrow. "You've mentioned them twice now. Who are the keepers?"

The man stepped back. "Find the answers to your questions yourself."

Nicholas just nodded and turned to exit the building, noticing that the few eyes that had seen him had grown to a decent amount watching the lodge doors. When he exited the crowd began to mutter among themselves and he sighed.

"Is Victini not welcome here?" he asked Nikki quietly.

"I… hope that's not it," Nikki replied hesitantly. "I don't think the people of the Vale hate me. I was good friends with their king."

Nicholas gazed out at the gathered crowd. It certainly seemed like more eyes were on him than on Nikki. "It's probably my fault. I'm just a Draconid, so I'm basically like a distant cousin to these people. I wonder what they're thinking when they see you standing with me."

"They're incredulous," a voice hissed.

Nicholas quickly turned. The shadows next to the building blinked and he leaned back when a Hydreigon extended her heads from the dark to grin at him. "Um. Hi."

"Hello." The Hyrdreigon's main head blinked at him while her other two were monitoring the others. "We're curious, dragon human. Why are you here?"

"I'm looking for something."

The Hydreigon's eyes narrowed slightly. "Something… or someone?"

"Who are you?" Nicholas asked.

The girl grinned wide. "Who are you? Why does Lady Victini stand with you? Why does she not stand with her King?"

Nicholas looked back at Nikki. "I think that answers that. I'm not going to get a good reaction from these people. Can you show me where to go?"

"I wasn't done speaking to you, Nicholas." Nicholas whirled back when he felt the Hydreigon get closer, causing her to stop before she could invade his space. "You are a dragon human with purpose. Why has it brought you here."

"I don't think that's any of your concern," Nicholas replied, beginning to feel wary of this pokegirl. "Excuse me-"

"You seek the tower."

Nicholas stopped. "I'm sorry?"

"You are not the first." The Hydreigon's necks began twisting around each other as she brought all three heads to focus on him. "Another visited this town. He sought the black wings of his ideals. What do you seek?"

Nicholas' mouth thinned. "I suppose I seek the white wings of truth."

The Hydreigon's black feathered wings flicked out as she began making a hissing laugh. "Hurry then, Nicholas Topolski. King Harmonia awaits you."

"Hold on just a minute-" Nicholas said, reaching for the girl, but before his hand could get close the Hydreigon dissolved into shadow. Only a pair of bright turquoise eyes pierced the dark to laugh at him while the girl's voice shifted to something entirely different as she fled.

Nicholas stared off in the general direction that the girl's laughter had faded. "…Nikki?"

"Y-Yeah?" Nikki asked nervously.

"We need to get to wherever it is you think Reshiram and Zekrom are." He turned to look at her. "Now."

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The moon shone on the towering structure ahead of them. The utter size of the ruined castle was insane to him, even after so many years of neglect and decay had worn the features down. As they stepped from the forest Nicholas' eyes were drawn up, identifying the 'hilt' of the seat of power that had been known as the 'Sword of the Vale'.

Then they were drawn back down. To a much smaller, yet seemingly older spiral tower that Nikki was leading them towards. It sat just in front of the castle, or at these scales it appeared to. The distance between them was undoubtedly a number of miles.

"What's the tower?" Nicholas asked as he caught up to the legendary. Zinnia and Aster had rejoined them an hour after they'd left Eindoak behind and were now circling overhead. "That mimic pokegirl in Eindoak mentioned it too."

"Her home," Nikki replied quietly. "I know I talked about the castle, but that's just the seal. It's not where Tirie lived. The tower was."

"Wait, wasn't Tirakan the first king's pokegirl too?" Nicholas asked. "And didn't he rule from the center of Unova? You talked about a desert, so I assumed that meant the desert that now sits between Nimbasa and Castelia."

"That is where the Vale once was, yes," Victini said. "But it was not Tirie's home. She dearly loved the king, but they technically lived apart, even if she visited him more often than her own home. This was her home. Her origin. From where her power flowed."

Nicholas glanced up at the circling dragons. "I wonder if Zinnia can feel her mother's presence."

Victini winced.

"The first king." Nicholas kept his gaze on Zinnia as she flew. "What was his name?"

"He was called King Harmonia."

Nicholas looked down. "Like who that pokegirl said was waiting for me."

"She meant his descendant – the human you know as N."

"Yeah." Nicholas let out a massive sigh. "This is it, then. Stay alert. You especially, Miyuki."

"And be careful," Nikki whispered to the Glaceon. "Reshiram and Zekrom each held an affinity for destruction. Reshiram's was for scouring flames."

Miyuki made a face. "Zekrom?"

"Surging lightning."

"Well at least she's the one who I should have to fight, right?" Miyuki muttered.

The group lapsed into silence.

As they got close to the tower Zinnia and Aster joined them on the ground and Nicholas could tell that Zinnia was shaken. By what exactly he didn't ask, but he could make a guess. The energy all around them was stifling.

"I don't want to be ambushed," he murmured as they moved to the final stretch before the tower. "When I talked to N in Nimbasa he was accompanied by at least two very skilled ninja." A pause, then he glanced over to see that Ryuko had vanished and he gave the empty air a smile. "Good." He turned back forwards with a deep breath. "Midna. Feel anything new?"

The Absol shivered. "The tension… It's too heavy." Her eyes moved to the rising moon. "Before the sun rises it will break."

"I figured as much." Nicholas let out his breath. "Let's do this."

The night was still as the group hurried for a yawning opening in the base of the tower. The world held its breath.

Just before they could enter Nicholas sensed something just inside the tower and he called for a halt, throwing out his arm and peering into the darkness. Even his aura sight was having trouble picking out whatever had been there and the group shifted nervously, just beyond the threshold, none daring to be the first to enter the ancient tower.

"Could that have been one of the keepers that man mentioned?" Lili growled under her breath.

Nicholas closed his eyes. When they opened again they were firm. "I wish we had tried to get more information from the Eindoak townspeople. The lodge receptionist made it seem like visiting this tower is some kind of sacred test, but to who, for who, we can only guess. I know I felt something inside. Let's see who's waiting for us." With that, he purposefully stepped forwards.

The interior was empty. Clean, but ruined, whatever furnishings had once been there turned to dust by now and leaving only the stone. Moonlight filtered through a number of slit windows ringing the structure, providing enough light to see, but not enough to chase the shadows that covered the room. The group warily moved deeper inside, all eyes searching, none finding anything but the empty space.

Zinnia broke from the group first. She approached a stacked pile of rubble, her fingers drifting over the top surface as she gazed at it. "This is a table. It's clean of dust."

"So someone lives here. The keepers."

Zinnia turned to look at Nicholas. "No human would ever dare intrude on a sacred dwelling. At least no human who would claim devotion to a dragon."

She didn't draw her statement to its conclusion but everyone understood. If someone lived here, in what had once been Tirakan's home, they believed it was their own.

Every head turned when the silence of the night was broken by a light sound against the stone. Another, slow, measured. Footsteps, but they were soft, the quiet slap of bare skin against the floor. Then a foot appeared on the staircase. Another. In the pale moonlight the figure's skin was nearly white, so bright that it seemed to glow in the shadows it walked through. Nikki made a strangled noise when the figure came fully into view. A curvy woman, with long white hair, clad only in a long, gossamer cloth, the material so fine that it did nothing to hide the body underneath. By all appearances, a human. A hauntingly regal one, but a human nonetheless. No tail, no scales, not even her eyes gave any hints that she was something more. But there was only one thing she could possibly be.

"Good evening," Reshiram said softly, her voice drifting through the air as gently as her steps had been. "Why have you come to our Lady's home?"

They would have faded away, becoming shadows of what they had been.

Nikki's words echoed as Nicholas stared at the figure gazing down at the group. He felt nothing from this… this specter. Not nothing nothing, but absolutely nothing beyond what a normal human woman would hold. If not for where they were and the woman's appearance he would have had no reason to suspect that she was actually the legendary dragon. As it was he was forced to take her at face value until something could be done to confirm that she was, indeed, Reshiram. "We… came seeking the keepers of the tower," Nicholas said slowly. "Are you one of them?"

The woman inclined her head ever so slightly. "I am."

"Do you have a sister?"

"A sister?" Reshiram asked. "A sister in our duty, if that is your question."

"No, I…" Nicholas trailed off. "I… suppose that is what I was asking, yes. Is she here?"

"Of course."

Nicholas glanced up the stairs Reshiram stood on. "May we meet her as well?"

"You must first answer me. Do so truthfully, for our Lady will tell me if you speak false," Reshiram said. "For what purpose do you seek her keepers?"

Nicholas hesitated. "I swear to give you the answer you demand," he stammered, "but by your leave, I would like to speak to my companions for just a moment."

"If you attempt to flee our Lady will recognize the lies in your actions," Reshiram stated, her voice losing all hint of elegance to ring out with authority. "No intruder has breached her sanctum and lived to boast of it."

Nicholas gave her a nervous smile and nodded. "I swear we will not flee, and you will have your truth." When Reshiram didn't give him any more response he spun to gesture the others closer.

"That's a human," Cathy rumbled as they huddled together. "I could run up there and-"

"NO, she is not, don't do that," Nicholas hissed. "At least, not until you hear Miyuki's opinion."

Miyuki blinked. "Mine, and not Nikki, or Zinnia's?"

"Your word holds more weight for Cathy, I think."

Miyuki glanced at the curious Miltank and nodded. "Okay." She turned back. "That woman, if she is a human, is a true priestess of her goddess. The energy in the air moves with her lips."

"Which means…?" Cathy growled.

"Slighting me would be the same as slighting Nicholas, wouldn't it?" Miyuki asked Cathy quietly. "That woman on the stairs speaks with the authority of whoever it is she represents."

"In other words, even if she's just a human, it would be incredibly stupid to treat her like one," Nicholas finished. When Cathy blinked and settled back he sighed. "If she is. I think she believes she is."

"She does," Nikki whispered. "She must be Reshiram, but I did not expect… I did not expect for them to become like this. What will we do?"

Nicholas rolled his shoulders and let out another long sigh. "The only thing we can do. I can do." He turned back to the still watching woman. "Navigate this situation like only I can."

Zinnia felt some of her anxiety ease at his confident statement. It was true. He was as skilled at interacting with the eternal as any of them could claim. Even if, as it seemed likely to be, this was some fragment of her own mother, she had faith he would be able to interact with her.

"Keeper," Nicholas called as he stepped forwards from the group. "The truth is that we came seeking, I believe, you. We did not know what we would find within this tower, but if you would grant us entry, we would like to learn who it is that occupies it."

Reshiram studied him for a few moments. "Your words are true. Yet," she said, before Nicholas could respond, "they say almost nothing."

"I do not dare assume or question out of fear that your Lady will brand my foolishness as deceit."

Reshiram blinked. After another few moments a slight smile tugged at her lips. "Again, you speak true, but this time, your half-truth could be heard clearly. There is another reason you do not dare assume, but what, of what, I can not say. Very well. Enter, and be welcome within our Lady's sanctum." With that she turned and vanished back up the stairs.

Nicholas immediately moved to follow with the others hurrying behind.

They emerged onto the second floor to see Reshiram settling down on a seat but no sign of another person, Zekrom or otherwise. "Welcome," she repeated. "Please, be seated."

Nicholas drifted towards a seat before hesitating and glancing at Midna. The Absol's eyes were unfocused. "Midna?"

Midna jerked back to the present with a massive shudder. "Master?"

"Are you alright?"

Midna turned to look at him with uncertainty all across her face. "Something has changed."

Nicholas grimaced and glanced back at where Reshiram reclined patiently. "The future does that. Constantly."

"The tension is now."

"Now…?" Nicholas trailed off as he gazed at Reshiram. "Keeper, how many of you are in this tower?"

"Won't you be seated?" Reshiram asked in response. "If you wish to question, then join me at our Lady's table."

Nicholas glanced at the piles of rubble and eased onto the one that looked like a chair or stool, instead of a lounge like where Reshiram sat. "Apologies for my rudeness."

"You hold a burning curiosity," Reshiram replied. "Tell me, are you of the Vale?"

"Er, no." Nicholas' eyes flicked around. Still no sign of anyone else here. "Are you?"

"Am…?" Reshiram trailed off with a light frown. "…Yes, I believe we were, once."

Nicholas blinked. "Once?"

Reshiram shook her head slightly and returned to her smile. "Perhaps before we came to our Lady's service."

"…And how long have you been in your Lady's service?" Nicholas asked slowly.

"Some years now."

"Some," he murmured. "How many?"

"I-" the frown flickered again before Reshiram firmly shook her head and found her smile once more. "Some years. How many is unimportant."

Nicholas winced. "Do you have a name I should address you by?"

"I am our Lady's keeper."

"Very well," Nicholas whispered. He could feel Nikki's distress and Zinnia's unease. "Then, may I ask my first question again? How many of you… how many of your Lady's keepers live within this tower?"

"Only myself and one other."

"One other." Nicholas nodded. "Where is she? I had been hoping to meet her as well."

"She is busy."

"Busy with what?" Nicholas asked, his heart beginning to pound. "Where is she? You said she was here."

"Master!"

Nicholas whirled. Ryuko was perched in one of the slit windows and for a moment he felt relief at seeing her familiar shape. Then his blood ran cold. The Scizor's armor had taken a full battle configuration and deep gouges ran across her body, though none seemed to have broken through. "Ryu- what happened?"

"They have some skill."

Nicholas shot to his feet when Ryuko vanished again and hurried to the window just in time to see her throwing herself through the air, her wings buzzing to bring her safely through a barrage of silver that came from at least two points below the tower. He was preparing to shout for the others to back her up when his eyes flicked to the procession that had appeared below.

A dozen figures in the hoodie and hauberk that he'd come to understand was worn by the less peaceful members of Plasma, two holding long banners. And in front of them, staring right back at him, was an older man in a flowing blue and gold robe.

"Son of a bitch," Nicholas breathed. He whirled. "Miyuki, Lili, your Beta needs you! Midna, assist them! Cathy-" he hesitated before steeling himself. "Your herd needs you more than I do. Protect this tower at all costs."

Miyuki had already thrown herself for the stairs, ice spraying from her feet to turn the broken stone into a slide that sent her flying through the doorway. The others scrambled after her, only Lili pausing long enough to match his eyes.

"Do what must be done," she growled.

"What are you doing to our Lady's sanctum!" Reshiram cried indignantly as she rose and began gawking at the ice that now froze the stairs. "This is horrendous! How dare-!"

"Look, 'keeper'," Nicholas snapped. "I need to know. Where is the other? What is she busy with? WHY IS SHE NOT HERE!"

Reshiram drew herself up. "I welcomed you into our Lady's sanctum," she said icily. "I see I was wrong to do so. Even if the other talked in circles he, at least, respected the ground upon which he tread."

A chill ran down Nicholas' spine. "Other? What other? Another visitor?"

"Since you seem so interested, yes," Reshiram sniffed. "That is where my sister in duty is busy. She is tending to another visitor. He arrived some time ago." She yelped when Nicholas spun to find the stairs going further up the tower and began sprinting towards them. "NO! You desecrate this place! I thought to grant you hospitality…!"

Nicholas completely ignored the shouting from below as he threw himself up the stairs. At this point, there was no doubt in his mind as to the true identities of the two 'keepers' of Tirakan's tower. N had to be above. With Zekrom. He couldn't be too late.

He urged his legs to move faster as the stairs just continued on, and on, and on. Every floor empty. Until he burst onto the top floor and slammed to a halt. There he was. N stood in the middle of the tower, the wall and ceiling beyond him broken and crumbled away to create a huge opening that the moon shone through. Shone on the woman standing facing him. Her ebony black hair, her glistening black skin, the dark gossamer garment on her body.

Her hand. Placed within N's. As the hem of her gown began to wave and stretch behind her in an imperceptible wind.

No.

He was too late.

Nicholas tried to take a step forward but was immediately blasted back by a very REAL wind gust, the outer edge of a cyclone that had formed with N and Zekrom at its center. As he was forced to watch helplessly Zekrom's body twitched, the seemingly human woman pulling her hand from N's and dropping to all fours, a growl ripping past clenched teeth as her body began to swell. Fingers twisted into claws. Black scales spread over her skin. As she continued to grow in size the human proportions were swallowed up, her arms and legs shifting into draconic limbs and her joints shifting into a new configuration. As Zekrom lifted her head, the changing structures pushing up her neck, to her face, her mouth opened to take the growl to a bellowing roar.

It was no pokegirl that roared at the top of that tower. Certainly no human, as she had appeared before. Nicholas could only stare as the horrible truth of Nikki's tearful words crashed over him. They were as beasts, she had said. Though Zekrom slowly settled back onto her rear legs and her arms drew back, a massive bulbous tail having grown to counterbalance her with crackling electricity surging around and around its girth in flashing bands, it was only the remains of a humanoid shape. Even if the pose she had taken revealed how she was still feminine, still a pokegirl, with a defined chest and torso beneath her plated scales, she was a beast – no. She existed as the purest essence of a dragon.

"What do you think, Nicholas?" N had raised his hand to rest against Zekrom's body as he gazed up at the snarling dragon and though he hadn't turned once since Nicholas arrived he still addressed him confidently. "How do you like the powerful form of the pokegirl who appears before and fights beside the hero that will lead the way to a new world?"

"I'll still stop you."

N smiled and glanced over his shoulder. "I do not see Reshiram with you. Without her, you can not even hope to try. Face it – my cause is right. NOW!" He threw his hands out to Zekrom. "ZEKROM! Together, let us fly to the seat of power in this land! Let us tear it down, and on its rubble build a new world! A world where pokegirls are free! An ideal world, with your power, at last a reality!"

Nicholas protected his face when Zekrom spun, her tail flaring and sending energy dancing across the remains of the walls. N was jumping onto her back when he paused and looked back one last time.

"I told you before." Nicholas slowly lowered his hands to see N staring at him. "If you wish to stop me, Nicholas Topolski, then you must become a hero as well. Only when Reshiram recognizes you will we be even. Only then will you finally be able to attempt to stop us." He took a firm hold of one of the spikes sprouting beneath Zekrom's wings. "Well, what will you do? Will you be the one who interferes with my formula for the ideal world?"

Before Nicholas could find a response N shouted, Zekrom roared, and with a blast of energy the two rocketed from the tower.

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Celebrity Profile Overview

Aster – Salamence

The Salamence. Symbol of the Hoenn Draconid people. Nicholas Topolski claims them as his heritage – so it is only natural for him to claim a Salamence as well. In fact he claims two. The larger of the two, Aster, is a prime example of her breed. From the red and blue scales covering her body to the grand wings stretching from her back it is no wonder why this Salamence is the one of Nicholas Topolski's two dragons rumored to share a special bond with her Master.

Midna – Absol

Beware, beware. Beware the harbingers of doom. Such is the reputation of the Absol. Where one appears, death and destruction will follow. Despite this, Absol are not known to actively participate in the destruction they bring, choosing instead to sit back and watch. Yet some take a more active role. Midna is one of them. Reports indicate that this Absol laughs a cruel laugh as she fights, taking great pleasure in inflicting the pain and suffering her breed has long been reviled for.