Sup. I had to write something for National Novel Writing Month. I am also not of a country that "celebrates" NaNoWriMo. Really, I'm just trying to use as both an archive for my stories and to improve my writing, so think of this as my 'debut' story. I really, and I mean, REALLY, appreciate feedback on all of my works. And if you ask "but Wind, why exactly are you submitting this a week after the first day?"
It's called being an adult.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Pokémon IP or anything about the franchise.
An anomaly. An oversight. A transgression against Arceus itself.
On his marble throne, sculpted in all the magnificence that followed a creator, Arceus looked down below upon the world it created. A beautiful world. A flawed world. A world where heroes arise and villains fall, where harmony is achieved from the balance of good versus evil.
It was a boring world, all due to one strange, singular cause.
Curious, Arceus' voice boomed, voiceless yet heard, silent yet echoing around him, that the children of my world are not of my making.
An aberration unbefitting of his world. It was aptly put, for what ten-year old possessed the power to not only tame the legendary creatures of the world, but to confine and forget them within their manufactured containers?
Arceus's eyes narrowed. At first it saw nothing abnormal. Time and space, as Dialga and Palkia commanded, flowed as per normal. Giratina remained stationary, unstirred from its domain and exploration of the Distortion World. Then it happened. Ho-Oh, the legendary Guardian of the Skies, had been captured. A single ball, upon the hands of a youth no older than ten. Arceus scoffed, thinking of how to scold Ho-Oh for such a blunder.
"Wrong nature."
Arceus' head snapped into attention. Nature? Was this young man equating a legendary Pokémon to the average sentret?
"Yeah, damn it. Seventh try and still a crap nature?"
Seventh try?
Confusion was not an affliction that often plagued the Creation Pokémon, yet this was one of the few moments where it needed answers. And that is something it never expected.
Creator, you called?
In an instant, Dialga and Palkia materialised in front of the god, bowing their respects. Yet Arceus waved them off, beckoning them to approach closer as it projected the image it had seen.
Explain this.
Dialga stared at the scene. As much as an expression the God of Time could make, Arceus saw disapproval, disgust, and more importantly, disbelief.
I'm afraid I cannot.
Why not? That was not the answer it expected, nor was it the answer it needed to hear. Arceus watched Dialga attempt to collect its thoughts, as its telepathy sputtered as if it was a child who was found guilty of eating the sweets off a table. Palkia, right beside its sibling, stifled a laugh.
If this is amusing to you, Palkia, then I assume you are capable of explaining this situation to me?
This time it was Palkia's turn to stay silent. It was an unbelievable sight if a mortal were to enter now. To sight both the gods of time and space cowed by a simple question. Yet Arceus was not at the tipping point. Livid was but a step away, but first was the important discovery of this… creature's words.
"Alright, I guess it's another reset."
Reset, Arceus repeated, finally crossing the threshold into anger. Dialga and Palkia. Do you mean to tell me that this child shares the same power as I do? To make and unmake the world to his liking? A child aged no more than the ten summers he spent alive?
Dialga floated forward, still bowed, but this time kneeling on its front legs. Creator, while I cannot assess this child's position and impact in the timestream, may I recommend banishing him from the plane of existence?
Palkia, however, stopped paying attention. Rather, it was looking away, into the far distance beyond them and towards the world that his creator had sculpted. Shivers ran down its spine as its red eyes widened, pointing in a direction the humans had dubbed Kalos.
Creator, there!
The other gods focussed their gaze, peering deep beyond the space that separated them, zooming into the image of two children, one boy and one girl, each sending out a legendary Pokémon of their own. Xerneas, the Life Pokémon, was glowing in a rainbow hue as the Destruction Pokémon Yveltal rained pulse after pulse attacks.
They who hold the balance of life and death are battling according to the whims of children!
An orange ball had formed in front of Arceus. The ball took no longer than a few seconds before Arceus unleashed a hyper beam that struck its ivory throne, shattering it into a few thousand pieces. Walking through the rubble, the golden wheels that hugged Arceus' body began spinning. Faster and faster they spun, until both Dialga and Palkia watched as the children disappeared, as if they never were. A faint wind blew away the dust that had settled around them.
The both of you, Arceus roared, find me the culprit. Its last word dripped with enough venom to poison both Pokémon, and in a hurry they retreated into portals of their own making, disappearing together.
Its golden, stilted hoof crushed a piece of debris, cursing. There has to be some power rivaling it that invaded his creation. One powerful enough to break the balance it had so delicately built, yet cruel enough to make it into a joke. Its eye stared beyond reality, into the very fabric of the universe around it.
Come out.
In a twist of compliance, the Distortion Pokémon soared out of nothing, its claws tearing through the fabric of Arceus' domain, before it shifted into an alternate form, landing on its six legs.
Lord Arceus. There are simpler ways to summon me.
Giratina's tone was low, mocking Arceus' speech. That was of no impact, for Arceus ignored his jab, instead demanding, is it you?
Giratina, for the most part, frowned, staring back into Arceus' green eyes. If it was, you would hear my gloating all the way from the distortion world. Giratina marched over to Arceus, as the two stared into the projection. But I lack the power to make it so. How do you propose we deal with this?
Arceus remained silent, letting the weight of his thoughts crush the atmosphere around them. Giratina, however, cared not for the pressure. Instead, the God of Antimatter shifted its form once more, taking to the skies with its webless wings.
Either way, its voice hissed into Arceus' mind, I will look into this myself. Nobody gets to make you squirm but me.
As it slipped back into its own dimension, Arceus had finally come across a plan. A failsafe more so than a plan, but it would at the very least crush the invader's plan for his world. Yet as he glowed in an ethereal light, the very same thought kept crossing through him, and the answer remained out of his reach.
Protagonists shall be gone. Evil shall reign. Yet the common folk will bring them to heel. Balance will restore itself. Arceus' aura burst as it quickly covered much of the world as the Creator Pokémon made it.
No more heroes.
You might notice that I'm trying to remove the protagonists.
Yeah, I don't exactly like them. Pretty much if it's Pokémon, you really shouldn't expect a game protagonist to be the main character. Any other franchise I write about though? That's fair game.