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≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
12th June 2005, 3:05 AM
~*Hoenn's Legacy*~

Prologue: In the beginning, there were but four Pokémon on the peaceful planet of Earth. Mew ruled over Kanto, Jirachi governed Johto, and Deoxys was the emperor of Hoenn. And above them all, Rayquaza soared endlessly, keeping peace amongst the three sovereigns. One day, Mew, floating above the ocean that much of Earth was composed of, decided that more land above water would be a fun place to play. Deoxys and Jirachi disapproved, thinking that the three Regions were fine as is.

Mew, the free-spirit of the three, did not agree with this dull decision, and created a new Sovereign: Groudon, the Sovereign of Earth. Mew gave Groudon tremendous power, and the desire to make more land. Groudon did as it was created to do, and walked around the Earth, raising land wherever it pleased. Deoxys and Jirachi tried to banish Groudon, but its power was greater than theirs. Combining their powers, they made a Sovereign of Water, Kyogre. Their original idea was to have the two keep each others' power in check, raising and sinking land when needed. But the two quickly developed a rivalry, and often quarreled over ideal locations for land or sea. Before long, the two declared war on each other.

Mew, enjoying the constant shifts in land, constantly followed them, flying between geysers and volcanoes. But Jirachi and Deoxys realized the danger imposed by this war, and began mass-producing regular Pokémon. Unlike Kyogre, they gave the new Pokémon normal power. Jirachi and Deoxys gave them the opposition towards Groudon and Kyogre that blazed through themselves. The new Pokémon fought against Kyogre and Groudon, not taking sides. But the absolute power of the two raging Sovereigns overpowered the normal Pokémon. Quickly, Kyogre and Groudon captured the Pokémon, and created armies to fight against the opposition.

Horrified at their errors, Jirachi and Deoxys flew away from Earth, leaving it to be destroyed by Kyogre and Groudon. Mew, frolicking over the summit of Mt. Moon, saw its companions departing. Only then did it realize the urgency of the situation. Desperately, it called out to Rayquaza for assistance. Rayquaza, infuriated at the actions of its three Sovereigns, banished Mew to an Island on the edge of the Earth. It gave Mew a tropical environment to entertain it while it lived out its exile there. After banishing Mew, Rayquaza turned to the current problem. It flew around Earth, lashing out at Groudon or Kyogre whenever it saw them. But whenever it subdued one, by the time it reached the other, the first victim had recovered and was attacking once more.

Realizing it could not do this on its own, Rayquaza created three Sovereigns of its own. One formed of ice, one of metal, and one of stone. It sent the three forth into battle. But with Rayquaza's power, its own personalities had been transferred into the three warriors. As a result, they realized they would perish in the war, and established a safe haven near Rayquaza's Earth home, the Sky Pillar. It was a beautiful Utopia, formed by the elements bestowed unto the three warriors. They saved any stray pawn of Kyogre and Groudon, and adopted them into the Utopia. In time, they fashioned names for themselves. Regice, titan of ice, Registeel, titan of steel, and Regirock, titan of rock.

One day, as the three titans began contemplating rescuing Mew, Kyogre and Groudon drew closer, hearing the news that their minions had been snatched from under their noses. Unaware of the danger, the three titans left, and re-awoke Mew. Meanwhile, Kyogre and Groudon began to destroy their Utopia, recapturing their slaves. They crushed it with rocks from the core of the earth, and shot at it with the water of the huge oceans, forging a truce in the face of a new threat. Once the Utopia had been ravaged, the two Sovereigns left, and continued their fierce war.

When the Regis returned to their beautiful home, they found it in ruins, destroyed by the reigning Sovereigns on Earth. Enraged, they abandoned their fearful thoughts, and plunged into the war, eager for revenge upon Kyogre and Groudon. And so the story begins...



~Chapter One: The Capture~


Across the land I flew, desperately trying to escape. One small attack, and Kyogre and Groudon focused their efforts upon me. Behind me, I heard crashing and roaring. Without looking back, I knew instantly that Groudon was hot on my tail. As I soared through a dense forest, the ground began rumbling. Praying to Rayquaza that this was not to be an Eruption, I darted faster, trying to get back my home. Suddenly, barely feet from me, a huge jet of water protruded from the parched earth. I stopped quickly, barely avoiding running into the water stream.

Groudon couldn't do this, I thought. At that moment, I knew Kyogre was after me as well. My bright blue eyes flitted around frantically, looking for a break in the wall of water. Seeing no other escape, and braced myself, and jetted upwards. The wind stung my eyes, but I ignored it, flying higher and higher, hoping to reach the summit of the geyser. Finally, near a mile above Earth, I saw the water erupting into the darkening sky. I made a grand loop, and shot down back to Earth. The water ceased suddenly, and I instantly saw the hulking red figure that was Groudon. Squealing in fear, I leveled out, and went forward. Behind me, I heard Groudon roar in rage. I heard a huge sizzling noise, and stopped in spite of myself. I turned around, and saw a huge flaming X flying at me.

My hands glowed green, and a glowing verdant orb surrounded my small body. The flame shape hit the sphere full force. The force of the impact threw me backwards. I struggled to keep the force field active against the enormous force the flames exerted. Crimson fire licked the sides of the orb, sliding from the front and off into the distance. Eventually, the flames died out, and I let the force field fade. Exhausted, I dropped to the ground. I panted hard, trying to regain the huge amount of energy that field took to make.

The ground beneath me quaked once more, and by instinct, I flew into the air. I was too late. Serrated grey rocks jutted from the soil, and cut into my sides. I was trapped in a cage of rocks.

The ground began quaking again, and I looked back from where I had come. Groudon was marching toward me, its great feet shaking the earth with every giant step. I reached deep inside me, fighting to find any trace of Psychic energy. My exhausted brain contacted a small bit of power, and I immediately drew it to the surface. My eyes glowed red, and I shot out that power, straining to separate the rocks. But, they would not move. At that moment, Groudon had reached me, and towered over me. Its eyes glowed a deep, midnight blue, and I instantly realized its own power had kept the rocks in place. Drained of all energy, I let my tensed legs hang limp. I looked up at Groudon wearily, awaiting my punishment.

Groudon opened its mouth. At first, I thought it would roar. But instead, magma flew from its mouth. It streamed over me, boiling my fragile body. I screamed loudly, my vocal chords vibrating with the intensity. But, the lava filled my mouth, and I stopped. The magma scorched my mouth, but I could not open it, or I would risk more magma entering my mouth. Succumbing to the consuming heat, I blacked out. Vaguely, I felt the lava hardening around me. All I knew before losing consciousness was one thing: Groudon had caught me.


~Groudon~

Staring down at the encased body, I savored my victory. Kyogre may have a type advantage over me, but with this powerful creature, I could win! I thought happily. Letting the stones surrounding the victim retreat back beneath the ground, I levitated the glowing red form. It floated lifelessly before my eyes. I smiled at the helplessness of the Pokémon.

I stalked off, returning to the previous battlefield. Kyogre would quiver before the power of this Pokémon, I was positive of it. Though it tried desperately to capture it, I caught it first, and its awesome power is mine! Kyogre did not know it yet, but when I returned, it would be all too apparent that I now harnessed the mighty energy of Mew.



Alright, that's the first chapter of this lengthy Fic. Please, feel free to comment on my errors, strong points, weak points, or anything else.


~*CB*~

Joshua - Shadow Brigadier
12th June 2005, 3:58 AM
Yey! By the looks of it, I'm the first to post here. Nice name change Sheer!

Okay, at first glance, this is a maginificent story, and something that will constantly draw me back with each passing chapter. I liked how you seem to give the impression of Mew's naivety and immaturity, and its creation of Groudon.

Though it seems a little unbalanced to me that Kyogre, created by both Jirachi and Deoxys, has equal power to Groudon, created by just Mew. And what happened to poor little Celebi?

You also give an impression of Mew that is far different to the ones given by most, and I commend you for your originality. But it does seem slightly weird that Mew gave Groudon more power than Mew herself possesed (don't mind the gender, I always think of Mew as a girl).

Personally, the creation of the Sovereigns was a little bit rushed for all of them, but that can easily be fixed by descriptions in later chapters.

The creation of the Sky Pillar by the Regis is a nice idea too. The destruction of it seemed a tiny bit rushed, but that's fine. It was a great way to plunge the Regis into the war.

But, your chapter one is a little short. I honestly think you could have merged it with the prologue.

Spelling and grammar is okay, though I found a few small mistakes:


Rayquaza, infuriated at the actions of its three Sovereigns, banished Mew to an Island on the edge fot he Earth.

Shouldn't that be of the Earth?


I stalked off, returning to the previous battlefield. Kyogre would quiver before the power of this Pokémon. I was positive of it.

This would be better suited as a comma, or else your sentences become a little haphazard, stopping and starting instead of flowing.


Mew gave Groudon tremondous power, and the desire to make more land.

Isn't that 'tremendous'?


Horrified at their errors, Jirachi and Deoxys flew away from Earth, leaving it to be destroyed by Kyogre and Groudon.

It might just be me, but something feels wrong with this sentence. It probably is just me, but I thought I'd mention it.


I looked up at Groudon wearily, awaiting m punishment.

I assume that's meant to be 'my punishment'?


Kyogre may have a Type advantage over me, but with this powerful creature, I could win!

I don't think type needs a captial, and there's something else. Type advantages are generally something people use, and I don't think the almighty Sovereign of Earth would worry about humans, even though I can't see anywhere in your fic that they even exist yet!

Don't get me wrong SC (still gonna call you that, your new name will take some getting used to), this fic is brilliant. What I did, was something that I find helps me when I'm writing. When people point out my mistakes, I get slightly annoyed with myself that I missed those errors, and someone else didn't. So, I make sure I don't do the same thing again.

Once again, a brilliant beginning to what promises to be a fabolous fic. My hat goes off to you for such a brilliant beginning.

Joshua

Dream Breaker
12th June 2005, 4:23 AM
It's a really nice story so far *drools* and I also agree with what Joshua *beat me to the punch boy* had to say. I can't wait for the next chapter. Hooked me in with the nice detail.

fhqwhgads
12th June 2005, 4:39 AM
Yes, I finally post. That's pretty good. I see you took the first person idea from me way back when, and put your switching characters, like at the end of your last fic. When will the next one be up? Tomorrow? The next day? Or the next day? joshua, you don't understand SC's style. He posts it. Then he posts another subsection, and edits the first/last sub. Are you still doing this in subs, SC? ;385; ;378;

Bulk
12th June 2005, 1:36 PM
Very good. I loved the way you got every thing the way it was when the games began. (Mew on Faraway Island, Sky Pillar Destroyed ect.) It's very clever and I can't wait for the next episode. :D

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
12th June 2005, 1:55 PM
Joshua: Thank you for pointing out all of those errors. They're all fixed.

Mew is always seen as carefree and innocent. I decided a serious Mew would ruin its personality.

Kyogre is seen as having more power than Groudon normally, and easily defeating it. With the combined power of Jirachi and Deoxys, its power was actually slightly greater than Groudon's, as in the games.

Mew did not give Groudon all of its(sorry, but I can't really place a gender on it. Although, I will have the Regis refer to each other as 'brother' sometime. Hypocrite, aren't I?) power, just a large portion of it. Groudon's mind was formed from Mew's, so it knew all of Mew's weaknesses and strengths. Therefore, it knew how it could beat her and how to drive her away. Going by that logic, had Jirachi and Deoxys tried to stop Groudon rather than create a new Sovereign, they might have succeeded, as Groudon knew nothing of their very existance. Tough lives these guys lead, huh?

Celebi was and is the force of time. More than likely, it was not a Pokémon in the beginning, and just the actual aspect of time, until personified by Jirachi and Deoxys. Same with Lugia, it was the force of the sea until given form.

I too thought the creation was slightly rushed. I was thinking along the lines of Mew taking a piece of magma and shaping it with its Psychic abilities, but I thought that would be rather irrelevant. However, I can Edit that in if you'd like.

I thought that demolition was a bit rushed too. But, as I never really gave a description fo what the Utopia was like, I couldn't go into detail. "For example, "Kyogre flooded the dining hall with its powerful water attacks, while Groudon shot scorching flames into the garden created by the gentle titans." Descriptive, but those features were pulled out of nowhere. Again, if you want me to add it, I could.

Well, I was somewhat pressed for time, but I suppose that's no excuse for keeping it short. It's probably so because of the Prologue's presence and Chapter One's combination with it. When Chapter Two comes along, it will be roughly the same length as the Prologue and Chapter One combined.


Vilexaron: Thanks. Detail never really was my strong point, so I'm happy to see you thought this part was detailed.


Lucent Latias: Well, I have some experience writing, so I knew smilies and 00berly powerful Legendaries with no character would be a turnoff to people. That's one of the more negative remarks given to me in my thread about this Fic. So, I thank you for saying that this Fic hasn't been pre-judged by the fact that it has Legendaries in it.

That's a writing style I use. If there's a character I don't want to reveal, I keep it blunt, handing out minute hints here and there("my bright blue eyes" was one. Mew has bright blue eyes). The point was to make it be a surprise that Groudon had caught Mew, so I'm actually glad you didn't realize it was Mew.


Fhqwhgads: Yeah, I knew you would post:).
I'll be posting the next Chapter either tonight or tomorrow.
I'm actually doing a different writing style by posting Chapters at a time. I think you remember in my last Fic when a reviewer told me the length was overwhelming. With that in mind, I decided my subsections were actually long enough to be considered chapters. So, from now on, it will be only Chapters.


Theultimatebulk: Sorry, I was writing this when you posted. I'm glad you knew it was Faraway Island, as I was unsure if people would realize that. The Utopia actually wasn't the Sky Pillar, but that area where you would normally open the Regis' Chambers. I said in the Chapter, "Close to where Rayquaza'a Earth home was." My original idea was that the Sealed Chamber was to bear some presence of the Regis, which would explain why you have to go there to open their Chambers. Their tie with their previous Utopia was still present within them even when their new Chambers are opened. Just thought I'd point that out. Thanks again for your positive comments.


~*CB*~

Torkoal Stu
12th June 2005, 2:06 PM
Across the land I flew, desparately trying to escape. One small attack, and Kyogre and Groudon focused their efforts upon me. Behind me, I heard crashing and roaring. without looking back, I knew instantly that Groudon was hot on my tail.

That bold w should be capital. Okay well:

I also knew it was Faraway Island. Kinda obvious, In my opinion.

Good side:
Nice Plot
Nice Description
Nice use of first person
Very lengthy which is a good factor
I like the legendarys creations and so on

Bad side:
Joshua said all the mistakes(which you fixxed)
Slightly rushed but I didn't mind
I still thought Celebii should be in it but that is your choice

A very good chapter, can't wait til the next one!

Rating:**** 4 Stars out of a possible 5 Stars! Keep it up ;) (I felt like reading this one becasue your my friend and I never read your last one :()

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
12th June 2005, 2:27 PM
Corrected, thanks TS.

Well, maybe I should have Celebi included somewhere in this, since a few people are noticing its absence(maybe Serebii would read it then:p).

Like I said, the rushed part will be fixed next Chapter. The thing is, I didn't want to post only the Prologue, as that's what I did in my last Fic. Most people based the story off of the way I wrote my Prologue, reviewed it, and never came back to review the actual story. Fearful of this Fic meeting the same fate, I posted the two simultaneously, and yet it still went over badly. But, at the time, I thought it was a good idea, as I wanted this Fic to be totally different from my old one. For that, I apologize, as the small(you're all right, I looked over it exclusively, and it seemed quite little as opposed to the Prologue) Chapter was my fault. As I said before, Chapter 2 will be the same length as these two bits combined. There's a mental limit to how much I can write at one time, I think.


~*CB*~

pegasus
12th June 2005, 7:12 PM
Can you please hurry I love your story so much it's getting very good so please don't stop.

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
12th June 2005, 9:15 PM
Whoa, cut down on the Smilies there, pegasus. Aside from that, I'm glad to know you like my story. I will be posting Chapter 2 tonight, as a matter of fact. And just a heads up to any readers, joshua is now betaing(fixing grammatical/spelling errors in it) this Fic, so if a Chapter doesn't arrive when I say it will, I'm most likely waiting for joshua to send back a corrected copy of the latest Chapter.


~*CB*~

fhqwhgads
12th June 2005, 9:25 PM
it's getting very good
Woah, slow down! It's barely even got!

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
13th June 2005, 12:47 AM
~Chapter 2: Provoked~


~Regirock~

I watched Groudon march back to Lilycove Desert, levitating a small red form alongside it. It didn't take me long to recognize the distinct shape of Mew.

It seems Groudon has captured Mew, I thought to my fellow titans. Regice stared down the mountain, watching Groudon lumber across the thick red soil. From atop Mount Pyre, it was difficult to see exactly what was happening.

Groudon is absorbing power from Mew! Regice remarked. I quickly turned back to Groudon, and saw a glow surrounding the two. Both of the auras were blue, and the aura about Mew seemed to be growing dimmer as Groudon's grew brighter.

Hey Regirock, catch! Registeel thought behind me. I turned around, and saw him holding an orange Egg in his silvery hands. He lobbed it at me, expecting it to shatter against my tough hide. Instead, I swiped at the green grass beneath me and dug up a bit of sod. Lifting the clump of dirt up, I blocked the Egg, while simultaneously protecting it.

Brother, you are careless. This is a live Egg, and there is a Pokémon within it, I noted coldly to Registeel. Registeel fell backwards, making a large crash as its hefty body slammed into the thick grass.

It's one less Pokémon in the world, does it make a difference? Registeel asked, stretching out its arms into the grass.

Yes, it does make a difference, I thought angrily, Jirachi and Deoxys gave the normal Pokémon the ability to reproduce, and could just as easily take it away. We should preserve the species, not endanger it!

You are too bold for your own good, brother, Registeel remarked lazily, Be happy you are related to me, as the last Pokémon that spoke with such arrogance toward me never spoke again. Deciding not comment on that, I turned back to Groudon, who was nearing Kyogre's territory.

What has happened, brother? I inquired toward Regice.

Well, Groudon seems to have gotten all of its use from Mew. Mew has no aura, and Groudon left it behind halfway through your argument with Registeel. We probably should help it. Regice informed me.

Oh yes, charging recklessly down a mountain to help a clump of magma in danger of being melted of a fully-powered Groudon is a great idea. Who wants to go first? Registeel replied critically.

Oh, come now, what's the worst that can happen? Regice queried happily.

We get melted into a pile of Regi-Goo, Registeel thought back forcefully. Registeel hated whenever Regice became optimistic like that. It never helped, though, as Regice was jolly by nature.

At that moment, the bright orange Egg I held in my rocky hands began glowing pure white. The internal temperature of it rose dangerously, but my thick rock hide kept the heat from searing my hands. The Egg suddenly burst, and a small Vulpix uncurled into my hands. It had one white tail, which glowed a creamy peach color. It purred contentedly, and curled up in my arms.

I thought it was quite cute, but Registeel seemed to think otherwise.

Well, would you look at that, Regice! Regirock has become a mother! Registeel said.

Silence! I thought sharply, turning to Registeel. A rock shot out unexpectedly from my right hand, flying toward Registeel. It raised a hand, and caught the rock effortlessly.

Control your temper, brother, Registeel said lazily, crushing the rock at the same time. Registeel seemed to have grown bored of lying down, and stood up. It stumbled over to Regice, but kept its distance. Regice had a horribly cold aura floating about it, capable of freezing any living thing solid instantly. The grass beneath Regice had already been frozen permanently.

So, what is happ - Regice, what are you doing!?! Registeel began, stopping quickly as it realized Regice was firing an Ice Beam at the ground below. My gaze followed the jaggedly oscillating beam, and I saw it make contact with the dead soil in front of Groudon.

Groudon cannot be allowed to fight Kyogre. It would win instantly with Mew's power, and the world would be drained of water under its rule, Regice replied, continuing its stream of ice. Far below, Groudon stopped in front of the gleaming wall of ice. It roared in fury, and turned to Regice. Without batting an eye, it fired a huge yellow Hyper Beam.

Get back! I cried, and shoved Regice to the side. My hand developed a slight layer of frost upon it, but I disregarded this. I let Vulpix down on the ground, and stood in front of the oncoming beam. It hit me square on, but luckily, my endurance went unmatched in Hoenn.

Vulpix watched me with hazel eyes, tears forming in her eyes. The beam ceased, and I laughed internally at the little impact that Hyper Beam had. Vulpix did not seem to notice. She growled angrily, and bounded down the mountain.

Wait! Come back! I called out mentally. Vulpix's mind blocked out mine, and continued running. There was no way I could run that fast, so I was forced to watch the infant race down the hill toward Groudon. Vulpix fired a stream of flame at Groudon. The crimson flames struck Groudon right in the face. Given Groudon's power, though, it did not even notice, even as the flames invaded its eyes.

Vulpix stood at Groudon's feet, staring up angrily at it. Groudon returned the glance, and glowered down at her. Groudon's claws began glowing.

No! I thought frantically. Quickly, I drew a rock from the ground, and hurled it toward Groudon. I was too late. Groudon flung its claws at Vulpix, and plowed it into the ground. Even from the mountain top, I heard Vulpix's howl of agony.

The rock slammed into Groudon's stomach seconds after it crushed Vulpix. Groudon recoiled from the impact. It roared in anger, and stared up at me. Rage surged through me. Forgetting all common sense, I jumped from the summit, and slid down to Groudon, nothing in my mind but a desire for revenge.


~*CB*~

fhqwhgads
13th June 2005, 2:09 AM
as Regice was jolly by nature.
That was grood. I mean.... good..... and great. Great and good.

crushed Vulpix
Ouch! That was pretty good. I'm not used to the short chapters yet, though.

Quick X
13th June 2005, 3:53 AM
wow this is a good story

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
13th June 2005, 3:58 AM
Fhqwhgads: Grood......Nice word. And thanks.

Lucent Latias: Well, it is PG.
Hm, you both have noted the length. Perhaps I should make the Chapters two-parted, as in post one half, and then post another half later.

Well, the main point of this Chapter was to familiarize the readers with the Regis. Regice, the intelligent optimist. Regirock, the compassionate fighter. And Registeel, the pessimistic bad-arse. Going by R/S Natures, they'd be Bold, Jolly, and Impish.


~*CB*~

Quick X
13th June 2005, 4:49 AM
short chapters are good, like honey, makes them easier to read

Missingno. Master
13th June 2005, 6:23 AM
Not bad. Not bad at all! Pretty clever, getting the regis involved in the whole Kyogre/Groudon thing. And I do think that Celebi should be incorporated into this somehow. Perhaps near Lilycove, as that's where the Celebi Glitch can occur in the games. Besides, Celebi IS the time travel Pokemon, so it could easily go back in time to the point in time where this fic takes place.

Torkoal Stu
13th June 2005, 7:57 AM
We get melted into a pile of Regi-Goo

Not a mistake but that line had me laughing for ages. Regi-goo lol.

No mistake from where I stand but I liked Regirocks love for Vulpix and the others hate for it and there was a little rivalry there. It was a fair lenght and the good side in lenght because it didn't take me long to read. Awwww, but that poor Vulpix but I did like how Vulpix attacked Groudon. Very nice chapter it was. Now I also like that each chapter focus on different charecters and tere point of view and how they see it and so on. As long as you don't do Groudons versiojn of killing Vulpix. That would be eww. *shudders* But I did like it mostly it cwas quite funny at a few point like the Regi-Goo thing.

CB I would PM a mod and edit out those smilies.

Rating:****@ 4 and a half stars out of 5! See I didn't want to give it 4 but I thought 5 was a bit too much so almost there. PLus if I give you 4 and a half it'll make you work harder :p

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
13th June 2005, 3:51 PM
Quick X: So you're saying I should keep the chapters moderately short as they are now?

Missingno. Master: Well, that was the point I was aiming for. Why else did I have them watching Groudon move toward Lilycove Desert(it's not really a city yet)? Because Celebi lives close by, and could help, especially as its fertile green environment being burned away by Groudon's flames.

Torkoal Stu: Well, I thought the would be a nice touch. It is something that Registeel would say. And I see you also think the length is best as is.
Well, I needed some incentive for Regirock to fight Groudon, and I thought that the slaughter of its friend would do the trick. I thought having it charge down and punch Groudon for no reason would be somewhat farfetch'd.
Don't worry, I don't think I'll have Groudon's view of this part.
Well, the smilies aren't harming anyone, even if they are annoying to some people. At least they're not part of the Fic.
4 and a half, well, that's pretty good for just two Chapters, I think. Well, I'll work harder than to get that five-star mark.


Quick Links:
Prologue and Chapter 1 (http://www.serebiiforums.com/showthread.php?p=1540292#post1540292)
Chapter Two (http://www.serebiiforums.com/showthread.php?p=1543720#post1543720)

~*CB*~

Torkoal Stu
13th June 2005, 7:04 PM
Yeah okay, also Sheer(I'll call you that until I can think of a new nicname for you) can you PM me when the next chapter is up? Please *beggs* Also I'll rate the stars 5 because it will get up there one day.

JoEsMhOe
14th June 2005, 12:30 AM
I love them so far. Great work, but one question. It is going to get hard seaching through all the posts of this thread, so here it goes. After you are done, will you be putting this in a MS Word Doc. or Acrobe, for us to download and read all at once.

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
14th June 2005, 1:34 AM
How about this: In the first post of mine in every page, I will give links to each separate chapter, before or after that post. Would that be acceptable? Because, quite honestly, I haven't the faintest idea of how to put it into Adobe or Microsoft Word Doc.


~*CB*~

PokePaladin
14th June 2005, 12:14 PM
Letting the stones surrounded the victim

'Letting the stones surround the victim' or something...
Letting surrounded just doesn't sound so good.
Otherwise the fic rulez!

Oromis
14th June 2005, 9:08 PM
This fic is nice. Good plotline, interestingly written and short and sweet. I personally don't like long chapters. A fic should be like caviar. It should served in delicate doses and not splashed everywhere like butter. Keep up the good work.

fhqwhgads
14th June 2005, 10:32 PM
Umm... SC? Your fic has a 5.00 average of 4 votes. U might want to put that in your sig. WTNCU?(Whens the next chapter up?)

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
15th June 2005, 1:43 AM
~Chapter Three: Confrontations~


~Regirock~

Groudon glared down at me. Its size did not intimidate me. I held my arms behind my back, so Groudon could not see me raising rocks. I focused on the granite deep beneath the ground, and mainpulated them with waving gestures. I formed them into an iron-hard ball, adding new bits of stone whenever I sensed new material.

Groudon let loose a second Hyper Beam. I stood erect, and let it flow over me. I thought by this time, Groudon should've realized that its Hyper Beam had no effect.

As I gathered stones beneath the ground, I felt the beam's temperature rise. My eyes saw the golden yellow of the attack turn flaming red. I realized Groudon had mixed in a Fire Blast along with the beam. Fire Blast's inaccuracy would be no problem if it had a path to follow, as Grouodn must have realized. It hurt a bit, but I stood my ground, letting Groudon know I wasn't frightened. Groudon ended the jet and stared down at me.

I looked around a little as well, and noticed a few scorch marks on my arms and torso, but otherwise, I looked and felt fine. Groudon noticed, and started another stream of fire. I peered through the jet, watching for any new attacks Groudon may have been planning. As though sensing my intentions, Groudon broadened the width of the ongoing fire attack. Now I couldn't see at all.

Deep beneath me, I checked on the progress of the ball of granite. I reached around with my thoughts, and examined the ball mentally. It had reached Groudon's height, and was harder than one would think conceivable. Satisfied, I darted out of the flames. I raised my arms, and sent power streaming into them. They glowed a deep brown. I made a lifting motion, and allowed the power to access the sphere. The ground rumbled loudly as the ball rose through the lava sediment Groudon had laid down long ago.

Groudon noticed the shaking, and moved forward quickly. Its claws glowed white, and it sliced through the still air, directly at my right arm. Busy raising the rock formation, I could not move. All of my eyes focused on the claws that cut toward my arm. After what seemed an eternity, Groudon made contact.

Pain coursed through my body, and I shut my eyes. I focused my mental energy on numbing the excruciating pain. I let the rock where it was, and sent power forward to numb my arm. Seconds after, Groudon roared angrily. I opened my eyes, and saw a stream of yellowed light blasting into Groudon's midriff from my right arm socket. My arm had been disconnected!

I looked down, and saw my arm lying on the ground, cracked and disconfigured. I stopped the flow of energy, realizing it was not harming, but merely agitating my foe. I looked at the ground, and saw a great grey surface beneath Groudon. The granite ball! Groudon had obviously not seen it.

Forgetting my severed arm, I sent a tremendous force of energy into my remaining arm. I struggled to lift the hefty stone up, but with one arm, it was a huge task. The ground parted, and the stone flew up, lifting Groudon along with it. I did my best to keep the power in my arm, but it was retreating back into my brain. The ball flew into the air. At 70-some feet high, I stopped it, and rotated my arm.

The ball followed the motion, and flipped itself over. Groudon fell off. It clawed at the bottom of the sphere, trying to keep a grip on it. It fell, though, and struck the ground hard. The soil shook beneath me. I kept my balance, and held the ball in midair. Suddenly, the energy ceased altogether, and flowed backward, back to my head. The rock fell quickly, the sheer density of it making it plummet faster than Groudon had. Groudon had just gotten up when the ball slammed on top of it.

I heard no reaction, but knew that had not killed Groudon. I tensed all the parts of my body, and concentrated on sending back my internal energy into my arm. Finally, it soared through my torso and into my arm. I contacted the rock mentally, and connected its being to me. It pushed my arm to the left, pushing the rock as well. I struggled hard, contracting the giant sphere. I felt my power slipping away rapidly, refusing to be wasted upon this futile effort.

I fought against the urge to give up, and pushed harder, trying to crush Groudon. Suddenly, my whole body pulsed, and I glowed a bloodred color. I screamed mentally, and flung my arm left. The rock squeezed itself into a pillar, and shattered. Groudon stood within, unharmed! Around it was a pale green shield. It shimmered as rock was propelled off its surface.

Groudon let the field fade, and stomped forward. Drained of every last bit of strength, I fell to the ground. My stony back dug into the dead ground. The feel of soil, however dry, was comfort to the pain my right arm socket constantly sent through my body. Groudon looked down at me imperiously, gloating at its helpless victim. Groudon's left claws glowed once more.

Knowing I was about to die, I lay still, unable to move or call my brothers for help. Groudon thrust its arm through the air, and its claws pentrated my body easily. Fleetingly, I felt its hot claws dig deep into my heart. As my sight faded, I felt everything around me freeze. Nothing moved. A great green glow was the last thing I saw before I died.




~Celebi~



Forgetting my duties in freeing Kyogre's soldiers, I teleported to Groudon's loaction. As I floated through the wormhole, I froze time in its place. When I arrived, I saw Groudon standing over the dead Regirock, frozen in time. I knew that Regirock could defeat Groudon. It had simply failed this time. To completely defeat Groudon, it needed its brothers.

First thing's first, I decided, and moved my eyes left. I watched the battle between Regirock and Groudon rewind. It was so interesting that I went ahead of myself. Regirock began to skate backwards up the hill.

Oops, I thought, and shot my arm right. Regirock jetted forward. I stopped right as Regirock stood before Groudon. I scanned the ground for Vulpix's carcass. Using Psychic energy, I lifted it from the ground. It had been cut in two. Focusing my efforts upon it, I rewound its past. I watched its orange body mend itself. It dropped to the ground, and scampered backwards up the mountain. I followed it, and watched it suspend itself in midair. I knew that Regirock should have been holding it right then, as it was curled into a comfortable position. I kept reversing time, waiting for the right moment.

I smiled and watched as Vulpix curled up into a ball. Egg fragments soared from the ground around it, and surrounded its tiny body. The Egg sat in midair for a moment, and then rewound to the spot where Registeel had laid before. It floated for a second, and then sloped diagonally into a patch of grass. I stopped it there, and let it be.

After that, I floated back down to Regirock and Groudon. I decided Regirock probably needed weapons of some sort. I closed my blue eyes and thought of what might help. An idea came to me quickly. It stared at Regirock's hands, and sent Psychic power outward. I cut away at the exterior of its hands, and shaped them into horn-like protrusions. I elongated them slightly, and let its amrs fall to its side.

Perfect, I thought. With that, I opened up a wormhole behind Groudon, and floated into it. Whirls of color surrounded me, and at the distant end, I saw Mossdeep Forest. As I transported myself, I relinquished my hold on time, and let it flow again.

Good luck Regirock, I thought, and shot out of the wormhole's exit.


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Eragon
15th June 2005, 1:21 PM
Great Chapters! I'm new here, so i wasn't able to post about the other chapters before, but now that my account is validated, i can post now! I like the idea of the 3 legendary Psychic pokemon (excluding mewtwo and Celebi) creating Groudon and Kyogre.

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
15th June 2005, 11:27 PM
Blaziken Rocks: Thanks. New readers are always appreciated.

Lucent Latias: I suppose having Celebi fix everything would ruin the story...
Well, I didn't really have it in me to slaughter a baby Vulpix, so I revived it.
Thanks, I'm glad you liked it. Personally, I thought it was a bit short.


~*CB*~

BlindFear
16th June 2005, 7:18 PM
Oh wow, this is a very good story. I like how it's in first person view, giving it much more depth and feeling. Keep up the great work and this will become a much bigger hit than it already is.

PokeMasta
17th June 2005, 12:31 AM
Whoa your fic rox! I really liked the Celebi part... keep it up!

fhqwhgads
17th June 2005, 1:59 AM
Sweeeeet. Yay, the Vulpixness....ess?! Wow. Serebii helped, but not a lot! Didn't think it was possible. It was perfect.

Shiny_deoxys
17th June 2005, 2:00 AM
Wow, I just finished your story and I really, really liked it. The plot is really strong, and it promises to be a great book. I can't wait to continue reading this as it develops. Check out my novel when you get the chance.

Sike Saner
18th June 2005, 1:05 AM
Now, this is cool. Right away, it earns my favor by focusing on Pokemon rather than humans. After all, I can experience humans anyday, anywhere - but where am I going to run into a Groudon? :D Not to mention that I love the Regis and the Hoenn legendaries in general; I'm glad you're giving them all some attention. One question: We've seen Mew and Celebi - might we be seeing any of the other Kanto/Johto legendaries, e.g. Ho-oh or Articuno, Zapdos, and Moltres? Oh, but just say "maybe" if you don't want to spoil anything!

I immediately liked the personalities of the Regis. Registeel, especially - the guy's quite an a-hole, it's great. :D I also liked your decision to have them communicate telepathically.

The description is great, engaging without being smothering or tedious. I thought the description of the Pokemon's attacks and powers was particularly good.

And, yes, the Regi-goo comment was priceless. Keep it up!

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
20th June 2005, 11:46 PM
~Chapter 4: Redone~


~Regirock~

Groudon glared down at me. Its size did not intimidate me. I decided a direct hit would do decent damage, and lashed out at Groudon's midriff. My arm went through the air faster than I had thought possible. I noticed the ends had been sharpened to a deadly point. Not bothering to find out the cause, I continued my strike. It hit Groudon square in the stomach.

Groudon roared in agony as my pointed hands penetrated its vulnerable flesh. I yanked out my hand, and sensed blood flowing from the wound. I looked down at my new weapon, and saw deep red blood hardening over the rocky surface. I prepared a second strike, but as I got ready to thrust my hand forward, a presence invaded my mind. It was foreign, that much I was sure. It had not the familiar feel of Registeel and Regice's minds.

Call upon your brothers, it instructed me. I did not recognize the voice. Right after receiving the message, the invasive presence faded away. Suddenly, a yellow wall engulfed me. I was shocked momentarily, but easily recognized Groudon's futile Hyper Beam. As long as Groudon was distracted, I figured I should call upon my brothers.

I reached my mind out to the summit of Mount Pyre. I contacted them both simultaneously, repeating the same message in both their minds.

I need your help, I said, adding a bit of urgency to my thought, thinking it would worry them and hasten their approach. As I ended my request, I felt the temperature of the Beam rise significantly. The wall of gold turned a blazing red color, the vivid color burning into my eyes. I did not understand at first, but after considering, I believed that Groudon had mixed in a Fire Blast along with the Hyper Beam. Having a set path to follow, Fire Blast couldn't miss.

I was becoming uncomfrotable, but I tolerated it. It occured to me during the inferno that my brothers were both susceptible to fire attacks. I would have to protect them. I heard the stomping footsteps of Registeel coming nearer, and with my mind, I sensed the grass freezing over alongside Registeel, confirming that Regice was approaching as well. With that in mind, I darted out of the jet, and behind Groudon, beneath its feet.

Groudon turned slowly, leaning to the left so as to prevent pressure upon its stomach wound. Its dark blood stained the ground beneath it, noticable even amongst the rust-colored sediment. Groudon growled threateningly, and prepared a claw attack. Knowing it would hurt badly, I sent out a request to Regice.

An Ice Beam would be appreciated, brother, I thought, this time the urgency in my thought genuine rather than feigned. Regice sent back a dim acknowledgement, not wasting its time and energy giving me a satisfactory affirmative. Regice shot up its left arm, and aimed it at Groudon's glowing hand, as though arming a missile. Concentrating, Regice let loose a blast of ice. But, as the attack streaked through the air, Groudon thrust its arm forward, aimed directly at my heart.

I couldn't evade, it was too fast. Observing the situation, Regice sloped its projectile at a 45 degree angle, and struck Groudon's lethal appendage. Instantly, Groudon's hand froze over. Its frozen arm bounced harmlessly off my head. Regice sent a surge of gravity into the ice, and Groudon's arm dropped to the ground. Groudon struggled to lift it, while Regice glared intently at the arm. I could tell Regice was straining hard to keep its hold over Groudon.

While Regice forced gravity into Groudon's arm, I sent out a request to Registeel.

A Hyper Beam to the head could prove effective, I noted.

Registeel replied bitterly, Alright, alright, no need to nag. Registeel lazily focused its scarlet eyes on Groudon's head, and released its internal power at Groudon, the energy filtering through its eyes. It hits squarely, and Groudon roared in rage. It toppled forward though, forced downward by the impact. Right above me. Registeel was quick on the update, thankfully, and sent its Hyper Beam at me. I loosened my feet, and allowed the Beam to force me backward.

I skated across the ground as Groudon's titanic form plummeted down toward me. I made it, though, and Groudon crashed into the ground upon which I had stood moments before.

Now quickly, while Groudon is incapacitated, freeze it to the ground, I ordered Regice.

Sure! Regice replied cheerfully. Floating around Groudon, Regice sent ice toward Groudon's foot. The ice creeped up Groudon's foot, attaching it to the ground. The harsh cold awoke Groudon however. Groudon forced itself upwards, but toppled forward as the ice resisted its efforts. Quickly, Regice glided to the other foot, and froze it over as well. Registeel and I stood vigilant at its head, ready to knock it out whenever needed.

Groudon awoke again, and I sent a cascade of boulders toward Groudon's head. They pelted its skull, but Groudon did not pass out. Groudon's eyes glowed red. Regice, not noticing Groudon's reawakening, moved to the head. Groudon let loose a luminous stream of orange magma, which bubbled toward Regice.

Look out! I cried, too late. The magma coursed over my brother. I saw Regice's vague form within, glowing yellow from the extreme heat. Registeel grew irritated, and sent a powerful Hyper Beam at Groudon's head. Groudon ceased the magma stream as the Beam hits it head. Groudon roared angrily, thrashing its crimson head from side to side. Registeel intensified the Beam, and knocked Groudon unconscious.

Regice fell to the ground, and Registeel and I ran slowly over to it. We peered down at our fallen brother, from which steam rose rapidly to the sky above. I reached out one of my spear-like hands, and touched Regice's body. I let the cold shoot through me, into my mind. I analyzed it there, drawing a conclusion.

Regice's body temperature...is -12 degrees. That's a good -350 degrees less than normal. I'm afraid Regice's freezing aura capabilites have been disabled. Regice is too warm now. Registeel stared down gravely at Regice. Unexpectedly, Registeel hit Regice over the head with its metal claws. Regice shot upward instantly, and looked around. I decided to save the news for later, and informed Regice of Groudon's feeble state. I encouraged Regice to finish freezing Groudon. Regice obliged, brushing off the attack and resuming its cheerful manner, and sent ice streams around Groudon's still body. I couldn't help but notice it took Regice a little longer to get the same amount of ice on Groudon as it had before.

Eventually, though, Groudon's entire body was encased in ice. We all congratulated each other on our victory.

Regice then inquired, Where shall we head next? I did not know. I implanted an image of Kyogre in my brain, and scanned all of Hoenn for the Sovereign of Water. Surprisingly, I found Kyogre just a few miles away, fighting at the Lilycove Plateau. I informed my brothers of this discovery, and asked if we should go there.

Uncharacteristically serious, Registeel responded, We should stop Kyogre as well. I do so desire revenge upon Kyogre for demolishing our beautiful home. Groudon has been defeated, Kyogre is all that stands in our way. Although I didn't admit it, I had to agree with Registeel. Without sending an affirmative, I moved forward, ready to face Kyogre and end the war.


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fhqwhgads
21st June 2005, 12:33 AM
Wow. Poor Regice(but he deserve's it for killing himself with Struggle). Groudon started heating up it's temperature before it got froze, so halfway through the fight with Kyogre, it will show up and fight Kyogre and the Regis get caught inbetween a FireBlast/HydroPump or something, and before it hits you'll switch to Celebi freeing Kyogre's soldiers or w/e, right?

Fire Ranger
21st June 2005, 9:47 AM
This story is the best thing since I started reading Harry Potter books. I want to start training my Regis now. I used to use them. Now They Will make My C-Squad team. Keep up the good work.

Sike Saner
21st June 2005, 8:37 PM
Unexpectedly, Registeel hit Regice over the head with its metal claws.

Remind me to cancel my appointment with Dr. Registeel... :p

It was cool to see the Regis working together against Groudon. Aw, poor Regice, though...Oh, I can't talk. If I were writing about Regice, I'd have all kinds of delicious misfortunes befalling it - I'm really a horrible sadist with my characters, I really am . :D
Ah, well, you know, you always hurt the ones you love...

fhqwhgads
22nd June 2005, 3:58 PM
You always hurt the ones you love...
It woud have to be a long distance relationship:P SC, what's going to happen to the Vulpix? And Regice(like u'll say it:))?Hey, all three are weak to Kyogre! They need reinforcements. NOOOOOOOO! You have 7 votes, 4.42 AVERAGE! It burnseses!

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
23rd June 2005, 2:27 PM
Lucent Latias: Regirock, being the boldest, doesn't take second thought toward bossng his brethren around. They are most likely used to it, though. Groudon is encased in ice, not dead.

fhqwhgads: Vulpix was brought back to demostrate Celebi's timebending abilities. Its only important role was to get Regirock to fight. It won't be seen anymore, but it won't be harmed either. And really, only Regirock is weak to Kyogre. Registeel is neutral and Regice can coat its water in ice. Thanks for the heads up, I don't check the votes regularly.

Anyway, I should have another Chapter written by tonight.


~*CB*~

Shining Lugia
23rd June 2005, 8:55 PM
I finally got a chance to review.....

.....AWESOME, AWESOME, AWESOME!
I used to hate the Regi's....now I LOVE THEM! Regice is my fav, though!
Beautiful story! Completely original! I hope you continue this!

Torkoal Stu
24th June 2005, 8:36 PM
Ah ah ah sorry CB, please forgive me for not reviewing the last two chapters. I've been busy....with things. None of anyones business.

Anyway the last two chapters rocked but the score keeps getting lowered. Yay some Celebii action and Reginess.

I couldn't spot any mistakes and keep it up.

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
25th June 2005, 12:33 AM
Thank you both. Your comments are greatly appreciated.
Anyway, I'm posting to say that there will be a delay in the next Chapter. I couldn't last night, I couldn't tonight(my sister had a birthday dinner, but her birthday is tomorrow...How does that make sense?!), and I'm visiting my grandmother tomorrow and sleeping over, and she has no computer. So, my apologies, and I'll have the Chapter written by Sunday most likely, unless there's another interference.


~*CB*~

moonshinesaber
25th June 2005, 5:51 AM
OMG this is the best rp/whatever i have ever read! It would be awsome if they made a pokemon game with the past of hoenn and they included this! 5 out of 5 man/girl >_>; it ROCKS!!

dark-rukario
27th June 2005, 4:02 AM
;rukario; what happened to deoxys and jirachi will they come back to fight or something cause deoxys could just go to attack mode and kill them both no prob?and what about mew will he ever be care free again!?!just wonering will rukario make an apearannce? ;rukario;

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
30th June 2005, 8:49 PM
~Chapter Four: The Frozen Blockade~


~Regice~

I followed Regirock quickly. As usual, Registeel prefered to lag behind. By now, I had learned not to persuade him to speed up. Registeel had a nasty habit of attacking whomever rushed him. A sudden heat wave coursed through my icy body, and my anti-gravity muscle failed. I dropped to the ground, and unable to balance on my pointed legs, fell forward.

Registeel sighed, and said, Get up, you lazy oaf.

You all right? I heard Regirock call back.

I'm fine! I responded. I sent power toward my anti-gravity muscle, and floated back up again. Truthfully, I wasn't alright. My sudden drop in body temperature must've been too much for my internal parts. They were adapted to temperatures far below freezing, and such a burst of heat probably would leave me unstable for a few days. I wondered if this would be a problem when fighting Kyogre.

As though in answer to my mental question, a great wall of ice showed up in front of us. It stretched from the side of the oncoming plateau to the forest beside it. It blocked access to Lilycove Desert. Regirock dashed ahead in a running tackle, and rammed the great ice formation. It shook, but did not give way. I stared at the scintillating, glittering wall. Kyogre's Ice-making capabilities were far beyond my own, and I was a pure Ice Type!

Regirock, move aside, I commanded. Regirock moved away obediently. Ice being my strong point, I figured my ability would allow me to demolish this wall. I gazed up at the distant top. I focused on it, locking my eyes on the peak. I let power flow loose from my brain, and my gaze guided it to the top. I could not see it, but I could feel it as it left my body. The top of the wall glowed. Noting this, I raised my arm.

I strained my mind, making it force the power stream to continue from my arm. I felt the presence move from my eyes, and drop down to my arm. It was a curious feeling, almost as though a path was melting away for the power to access. The flow moved to my arm. It was now connected mentally to the top. I pushed downward, feeling the resistance of the ice. The middle of the wall began to chip.

I saw a half-circle appear at the top, in the shape of my blocky arm. Deciding to wear the wall down gradually, I swept my arm to the right. It was tough, and drained me of much energy, but I managed to graze the top of the wall down a foot. Ice splinters rained down on me. They bounced harmlessly off my head. I swept my arm left this time. For a moment or two, I felt nothing but air, but then my arm stopped as the energy struck the ice.

I sent it sideways, and bulldozed across the remaining ice. Again, ice particles pelted off me.

Well done Regice, now if we decide to climb over, it will be a foot less that we need to scale. Congratulations, Registeel replied sarcastically. I didn't let his harsh words affect me, though I did see the hidden meaning in them. I was making little progress, and the constant power usage was tiring me. I decided a crack down the middle would help. I raised my arm, taking the power with it, and then hammered down upon the great barrier.

A crack shot through the wall, the noise echoing across the plains. I transferred the power back to my eyes, knowing my arm was too bulky to guide my energy through such a small crack. I guided it slowly and wearily through the crack. Suddenly, I became aware of a boiling heat down at my legs. I did not risk looking down; it would disconnect my surge of energy. It bubbled up my abdomen. I couldn't numb the pain with my energy, as it was all going to the ice.

Knowing I was near complete exhaustion, I guided the energy through weak points in the ice, lengthening the crack. The sudden exertion made the heat wave rise rapidly upward. I felt my arms flaming in pain, but I resisted the urge to stop. My brothers were counting on me. I shot the enrgy downward, but the sudden movement sent the boiling pain into my head. My brain gave out, and I lost consciousness. I opened my eyes minutes later, and found both Registeel and Regirock staring down at me.

Someone needs their beauty nap, I think, Registeel said brutally.

Regirock responded with, Groudon's attack has probably worn Regice down. Frankly, I would've been surprised if Regice had cracked the wall in half. Registeel seemed not to care, and moved forward.

Registeel stood directly in front of the wall, and shot back, Watch a real Sovereign break it. Regirock grew angry, but restrained itself. I just lay there, trying to fight off another wave of agony. Registeel twitched, and then sent a Hyper Beam at the wall. it bruned straight through it, but Registeel sent it spreading vaguely throughout the wall. It siphoned power from the original beam, and let it flow through the wall. I watched the wall glow a golden color, flickering back to white occasionally.

Eventually, the original beam disappeared as its power was spread throughout the barrier. Registeel lifted its foot, and stamped down. The entire wall broke, and fell in pieces at Registeel's feet.

Simple, Registeel said lazily. Registeel went through the rubble, not waiting for us to follow. Regirock followed. I straightened up, and hovered along after them. I couldn't believe my eyes. There were many deep lakes about the desert. Water spouts, tornadoes formed of water, soared about fiercely. A steep hill shot up toward the sky. At the top, Kyogre sat in a pool of water, swimming carelessly.

Looking around, I saw many Pokémon fighting. A Machop and a Poliwhirl wrestled with each other close by. Both were obviously minions of the two Sovereigns. I was unsure of what to do. Registeel had an idea, though. He turned to Kyogre, and fired a Hyper Beam at it. Aghast, I hit him hard, and knocked his aim awry.

Are you mad? I asked him angrily.

Registeel glared at me, and said, No, but I want to end this war, as do you. Realizing defeat, I watched the beam soar toward Kyogre. It struck the beast straight in its small eye. A resounding roar shook the ground around us. Kyogre glowered down at us imperiously. It dove underwater. I readied my energy, expecting the worst. The water boiled up at the top, and Kyogre flew out of the water. For a moment, its huge figure seemed suspended in midair, clearly visible against the stormclouds floating around in the sky.

Then, it plummeted downward, flying at the ground. The ground seemed to melt away before it, and water filled the gap. Kyogre landed with a gigantic splash, sending water splashing over us. The Machop and the Poliwhirl darted for cover. Machop spritned across the land, and Poliwhirl dove into a nearby lake. Kyogre slid down the hill, all the landed before it melting away and filling with water. Kyogre was using its tremendous power to form a water slide of sorts. An idea occured to me. I sent a message to my brothers.

Depart! I can handle this on my own. Regirock glanced at me skeptically, but retreated back behind the ice rubble. Registeel didn't listen, and stood there.

Move! I shouted. Registeel looked over, but didn't budge. It just stood there, watching Kyogre's progress. Ignoring Registeel, I sent an Ice Beam a few yards ahead of Kyogre. It froze the water, and Kyogre's minute eyes widened at the sight. Its head crashed into the ice, and its momentum flipped it backwards over the hill.

Kyogre spiralled in the air, and then crashed into the ground. The ground rose up to meet my floating body, and then sank back. Registeel had been tossed into the air, and had fallen backwards onto its back. Registeel didn't bother getting up; I knew it preferred lying down. Sometimes Registeel's laziness and stubborn attitude were too much for me to bear.

Kyogre laid on its stomach, eyes and mouth closed. Kyogre opened its eyes, growled furiously, and shot a column of water at me. I hovered away, hoping it would miss. Luckily, it did. It shot past me, and blew a dying tree clear over the plateau. Kyogre beat its fins angrily against the ground. Water flew up against my feet. I looked down curiously, and found myself suspended over a lake! Apparently, I was too preoccupied to notice how far I had drifted.

An idea formed in my head. I sent power through my legs, and froze the water beneath me. Reluctantly, I disabled my anti-gravity muscle. I dropped down a foot, and stood on the small island of ice. Kyogre watched the process, and taking advantage of my lack of attention, fired another column of water at me. I sent ice power through my arms, shooting an Ice Beam ahead. I made an arch, and skated along it. I felt the air rushing against my face as I zoomed along the ice path.

I looked back and saw the water attack passing over the place where I had been. I almost laughed at how far away I was. Kyogre tried to turn, but on land, it was unable to. The ground beneath Kyogre was instantly replaced with water, and Kyogre dropped into a lake. Kyogre now turned smoothly, and sent an Ice Beam at me. I skated off, firing Ice Beams in front of me as I went. Every attack Kyogre tried missed by a lot.

Kyogre grew agitated. Its eyes glowed blue. The Pokémon that had decided to watch all became alarmed, and scampered off toward the valley past the desert. I took this as a bad sign. Suddenly, all the land around me changed to water. The various lakes now were an ocean. Kyogre dove out of sight. Without it blocking the way, I saw Regirock watching safely behind the pile of ice. But Registeel was gone! As soon as I realized that, Regirock sent a message toward me.

Regice, Registeel fell into the ocean! Get over here and find him! I sent power to my anti-gravity muscle, and hovered over to the spot where Registeel was moments before. Kyogre shot upwards from the spot where I had been, obviously hoping to have rammed me in doing so. I then realized Kyogre would most likely attack me before I could save Registeel.

Regirock, send a Sandstorm into the water! If its murky with sand, Kyogre won't be able to find Registeel and me. Regirock nodded, and gathered soot from the ground behind it. It made a grand arch in the air and poured into the ocean.

The water beneath me turned brown as the soot spread across the water. I reached the spot where Registeel had been, and without wasting any time, dropped in after it, hoping I'd be able to find Registeel before Kyogre did.


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Meta Kyogre
30th June 2005, 8:52 PM
Review for chapter 4:

Awesome chapter, you do a great job of portraying the strength that these Pokemon posses and I like the way the regis work together (if only they would in the game) anyway, this was a really good job done, can't wait for the next chapter.

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
30th June 2005, 9:59 PM
Well, it's here, and it's probably the longest one yet. Thank you for the review.


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qwerqwer
30th June 2005, 10:58 PM
so when is the

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
30th June 2005, 11:49 PM
Um, what? Do you mean the next Chapter? If so, it'll be here Saturday(as long as my computer works...).


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Sike Saner
30th June 2005, 11:54 PM
Well done Regice, now if we decide to climb over, it will be a foot less that we need to scale. Congratulations, Registeel replied sarcastically.

Oh, Registeel is just asking for a shoe...If I actually were to throw a shoe at Registeel, what kind of a sound would that make, I wonder?...

I was quite glad to see Regice-centric chapter - Regice has always been my favorite of the Regis (of COURSE I'm going to be partial to the Ice-type!). I particularly liked the little hint of Regice's jealousy at Kyogre's superior Ice skills...that was just cute.

Looks like Regice still isn't out of the woods with the damage suffered at the hands of Groudon...goody. *snickers* I love agony, especially for those of whom I'm most fond... :D Oh, but save Registeel! Registeel's just so wonderfully horrible! :p

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
1st July 2005, 2:16 AM
Well, glad you liked it. I imagine you'd greatly enjoy a Registeel-centric Chapter, then.

I imagine a shoe would make a clinking noise if it were to hit. I don't know how long the thrower would live after that, though...

I think the next one shall be either Registeel or Regice-centric. Which would you prefer?


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PokeMasta
2nd July 2005, 1:37 AM
Ooh do Registeel! He is just the bichiest little guy EVER!

Vortex
2nd July 2005, 9:42 AM
Reviwing as requested.

I'm quiet inpressed with this fic. It is very original and a great story. And your very good with the first-person point of views, its exciting to think who you will do next. And the characters are done nicely. Registeal is whiney and lazy, Regice is optmistic... great characters. And of course you made Mew reckless and care-free in the legend. Also I loved your handle on Celebi's time travel ability.

I didn't see any grammar mistakes myself, you seem to be good at keeping that clean, keep up the good work there too.

Um other then that, your length is short but short fics can be fun. =P I like them because they are easier on the eyes, but some people complain lol, I don't though. Also I think a little more dab of description here and there would be nice too.

I felt bad for that Vulpix. :( But then Celebii brought it back to life! :)

Nice fic, good work, keep it up!

Meta Kyogre
2nd July 2005, 10:49 AM
I want a registeel centered chapter, it woyuld be nice to see inside his mind in th current situation.

I liked the chapter, as with Groudon you get their battle styles right and gave Kyogre the weakness on land that it would have being so water based. As Vortex said a tad bit more description could be nice, I think I would like more on the battlefields, the description for the battles is fine. Can't wait for the next chapter and keep up the good work.

Drayano
2nd July 2005, 7:50 PM
Interesting Story - Good description, idea and character building. It's a good story, a very good story IMO. Keep it up.

Also, slight spacebar mess up:-


been,a nd

Dark Assasin
3rd July 2005, 12:15 AM
finally I get to reply.good fic Registeel was,is,and will always be my fav.I'd like it to be Regi steel next.*thinks of the insults and cracks up*(ignore this part if you want) I think that you would get more better reviews if you add more violence like vulpix dying.(but this is just me.)

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
3rd July 2005, 2:03 AM
Alright, next Chapter shall be Registeel-based, as seems to be the preference amongst readers.

Anyway, my apologies for a failed promise of writing the new Chapter, but it was my father's birthday today, so understandably, I wasn't about to abandon him for an hour or two on the computer. Tomorrow, though, I promise a new Chapter will be up.

PokeMasta: Well, you've gotten your wish. The next Chapter will be Registeel-centric.

Vortex: Thanks for the remarks. Professional views such as yours are my favorite type.

Meta Kyogre: OK, I will improve my description on the battlefields.

Drayano: Those spacebar mistakes are horribly annoying, and I get them even when I'm not writing Chapters to this. I've fixed it, though, and another typo no seemed to have noticed(thankfully).

Twilighht Zone: There will be much more violence later on. The Fic is a war, of course. What is a war without violence? And don't worry, I'll work hard on making the insults particularly insulting this time around;).


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lone_wolf816
3rd July 2005, 6:37 PM
thats the best fan fic iv ever read in my life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
regirock owns everyone with its new sword like arms!! keep making more because im hooked!! 5 out of 5!

Dark Assasin
3rd July 2005, 7:10 PM
cool,the chapter should be on tonight,and with my regi-steel.and it was really cool how kyogre changed the feild to a ocean.gives me a greater description of his power.

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
5th July 2005, 2:26 AM
~Chapter 5: Arrival~


~Registeel~

My heavy body made me sink quickly. The water around me swirled calmly as I drifted to the ocean bottom. It was quite peaceful here. Moreso, I realized, than it was above water. I landed softly on the ground, sending up a muddy cloud as my feet hit the sand. It looked around, and saw Kyogre's giant form diving down.

At first, I was vaguely worried it was after me, but Kyogre stayed where it was, its beady eyes glaring up at a frozen spot above the water. It flew upward, and rammed the small ice section apart. Concern for Regice flickered through my head briefly, but Kyogre returned looking angry. I assumed it had missed, my suspicion confirmed by the lack of Sovereign in the water. Suddenly, the water grew murky around me, sand swirling around quickly.

Regirock's showing off, I thought carelessly. I turned around, and walked toward the wall that was the entrance to Lilycove Ocean. I ran into the wall without seeing it; the darkness prevented me from seeing it beforehand.

Oh, the flaming agony, I exclaimed sarcastically. I sat down, and laid my silvery back against the wall.

I could live here, I thought, feeling content. I relaxed my eyes, half wanting to fall asleep. A great arrow of white shot through the mud ahead of me. I opened my eyes, suddenly alert. Regice wasn't foolish enough to do that. It was Kyogre, and it was searching for me. Realizing I wasn't safe here, I jumped up, and began swimming upward.

It was strenuous work, and I seemed to be getting nowhere. I persisted though, expecting to break the surface any minute. After a few minutes, I was getting concerned. I looked down, and saw a clump of seaweed beneath me. Billowing upward from the ocean floor!

The truth hit me: I was swimming in place, my power stretching far enough to keep me suspended in one spot. I stopped batting my arms at the liquid, and let myself hit the ground once more.

Great, I'm too fat to swim, I thought. I fell backward, the exhaustion sinking in. I allowed the sand to flow over me, resting on me like a blanket.

Maybe if I cover myself in sand, Kyogre won't find me, I thought dully. But it was no use. Regirock was the one who had control over ground. But I tried nonetheless. I thought hard about the sand, visualizing it in my mind. I contorted it in my mind, making an arch over the spot where I lay. The sand around me twitched feebly, and started rising. Then it blasted off to my sides, as though my body repelled it.

Awesome, I can't swim, I can't control dirt, and I can't escape. I might as well impale myself right now, I thought, quite angry, but keeping my composure. As furious thoughts bounced around my head, I noticed a vague glow ahead of me. It grew closer and brighter the longer I stared at it.

Oh no, I'm dying! I declared sarcastically, but worrying slightly anyway. Then, I saw Regice's pointed head penetrate the ever-flowing muck.

Are you alright? Regice asked.

Hm, let's see, I'm surrounded by dirty water, in the middle of an ocean that's deserted except for a murderous whale trying to kill us. Frankly, I'm not sure how I am. Can I buy a vowel? I snapped at him. It was rude, but what did he expect me to say? Ignoring the remark, Regice grabbed my arm, and sent out a message to Regirock. I felt a dim confirmation flying at Regice. I heard a loud clicking noise, and turned around. The wall was cracking at the bottom, and the wall itself was glowing. Then with a huge crashing noise, the great brown wall separated itself from the rest of the ocean bottom.

It floated above us, and exploded. The water became considerably filthier as the dirt particles floated around. Regice floated ahead, the water's density slowing it down. I walked after Regice, up the sloping hill that had been formed. My head sprouted above the water, and the liquid streamed off the top of my head. Regice and Regirock stood in front of me, waiting for me to escape the water. Regirock beckoned with its spear-like arm to me, and motioned toward Mount Pyre.

You can still talk, yes? I asked him.

Regirock glared at me, and angrily said, Yes, but our messages are easily detected by Kyogre, and we don't want it to know we're leaving. I glared back, annoyed at the hostility in his words. How was I to know this? For a moment, I considered yelling mentally, just to further agitate Regirock, but decided my own health would be at stake once Kyogre found us.

We'll be alright though! Kyogre will have a hard time finding us once we're gone, Regice thought cheerfully, its serious attitude evaporating as the tenseness of the situation vanished. Preferring not to respond, I allowed Regirock to lead us. I had no idea where we were going, after all. Regirock started walking toward the area where we had beaten Groudon. Perplexed, I followed, quite interested to see what my brother had in mind. Regice followed, humming cheerfully as it went. I resisted the urge to turn around and strangle it. We marched on across the barren route.

Eventually, Groudon's titanic form came into view. It was a beautiful shining blue, still coated in heavy ice. Regirock moved toward it. He thrust a lethal arm at us, telling us to stay where we were. Regice had moved forward toward Groudon before Regirock had warned us. Regirock now placed its feet carefully. Apparently, it was fearful of awakening Groudon. I wasn't sure why, it was deep-frozen, and I doubted it could move. But even as I thought that, the ice began to mist slightly; a sign that it was beginning to melt. Whether it was Groudon's temperature of the ice's instability that was causing it to disappear was beyond me.

Regirock quickened its pace, and I quickly realized where it was heading. There was a stone block at Groudon's head; the prison cell of Mew. Regirock's amber eyes surveyed the stone block carefully, looking for weak points in the red formation.

Isn't it nice out here? Regice asked happily.

I turned to it, and asked, Where on earth did that come from? We're trying to free a powerful Pokémon, and you're commentating on the weather!

Regice glanced over, and replied in a jolly manner, Well, I couldn't help noticing just how great it is out here! It just makes me want to sing! At that point, my temper was rising. Regice was getting on my last nerve. Regirock raised its arm, and swung it at the stone chamber. It dug its sharp hand into the rock, and sent cracks dancing about the surface.

The rock cracked apart, and a raw red figure shot out Mew; I knew immediately that Mew was severely burned. Mew flew around in circles frantically, crying out in fear. Regirock calmed it mentally, and Mew stopped. The crimson Pokémon stared down at Regirock with innocent blue eyes. Regirock began negotiating with it quietly.

Regirock's sure doing a good job, huh? Regice thought jubilantly.

Shut up, I told Regice. I was tempted to give him a good hard claw to the head.

The sun feels marvelous right now, doesn't it? I can just feel myself absorbing its rays! Regice declared.

SHUT UP! I yelled at Regice. I shot a Hyper Beam at it and sent Regice spiraling into Groudon. In a split second, the ice around Groudon just came apart, and cascaded to the ground. Groudon pushed itself erect, and roared into the sky. Birds fluttered in fear from the nearby trees. Groudon glared down at all who were nearby, and charged up a Solarbeam.

Mew, now! Regirock ordered frantically. Mew closed its great blue eyes, and glowed green. It felt myself being pulled backward, into a vortex that bended the fabric of time and space. Regice was sucked in as well, along with Mew and Regirock. I saw the blinding yellow Solarbeam blast into the ground, sending the dry sod flying in all directions. Groudon roared in pure rage as the opening closed off.

I turned around in midair, my eyes burning from the neon colors that floated along the walls of the portal. A glaring white light shone at the end, toward which we rapidly soared. As we drew nearer, I felt myself being sucked towards it, as though my body was being pulled by an invisible hand. As soon as my hand made contact with the white hole, I was thrust through it roughly. I hit the ground hard, and the shock of landing made me lose consciousness. As my vision faded, I saw Mew hovering over me, watching me close my numerous eyes.


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lone_wolf816
5th July 2005, 2:39 AM
that was Great!!!! I like how Registeel is so sarcastic and how Regice was commenting about the weather! Another good job!!

Dark Assasin
5th July 2005, 3:09 AM
good chapter*sigh's*brotherly love.And the mew resurrecting part gave me a question:why would mew(supposedly the creator of all pokemon and the strongest)be banished by Rayquaza?or was that just to advance the story
my fav parts:"Great, I'm too fat to swim",and "let's see, I'm surrounded by dirty water, in the middle of a ocean that's deserted except for a murderous whale trying to kill us. Frankly, I'm not sure how I am".

fhqwhgads
5th July 2005, 6:13 AM
Can I buy a vowel?
How does he know what a vowel is?
Anyway, good... chappies?(Is that a word?)Oh, in there there's a 'of' when it should be a 'or'. I can't do description worth a damn, so I find this fic really good. KUTFAW(Keep Up The Fricking Awesome Work)

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
5th July 2005, 12:44 PM
Lone_wolf816: Thanks

Twilight Zone: Well, Mew started the whole war in the first place. If that's not a reason to banish it, I don't know what is. And it did help advance the story as well. Glad you liked those parts.

Fhqwhgads: Registeel is a powerful Steel Pokémon that can blast through a solid wall of ice, Hyper Beam a Groudon to the ground, and has a mental capacity to rival Ben Stein. I think it knows what a vowel is.
I'll try to find that of and Edit it, thought it would probably help if you could pinpoint it for me.


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Sike Saner
5th July 2005, 10:34 PM
Why Registeel Is Superior to All Other Forms of Life


Oh, the flaming agony, I exclaimed sarcastically.

May I have permission to say that wheresoever I please, sir?


Great, I'm too fat to swim, I thought.


Awesome, I can't swim, I can't control dirt, and I can't escape. I might as well impale myself right now, I thought, quite angry, but keeping my composure.

Yes, I've often lamented my own inability to control dirt.


Can I buy a vowel?

*SNORT!*


Regice followed, humming cheerfully as it went. I resisted the urge to turn around and strangle it.

Boss!... :D Yeah, I'd have to throttle the guy, too - I've actually imagined Regice's singing voice myself before, and...yeah. Definite inspiration for homicide.


SHUT UP! I yelled at Regice. I shot a Hyper Beam at it and sent Regice spiraling into Groudon. In a split second, the ice around Groudon just came apart, and cascaded to the ground.

REGISTEEL, YOU DUMB***! Frelling robot...get that guy some anger management, seriously! :p

Registell is profoundly easy to like. :D


Isn't it nice out here? Regice asked happily.

I turned to it and asked, Where on earth did that come from? We're trying to free a powerful Pokemon, and you're commentating on the weather!

Regice glanced over, and replied in a jolly manner, Well, I couldn't help noticing just how great it is out here! It just makes me want to sing!

*cringes* Oh, please don't.
Blithely idiotic Regice. Delicious.

This has been the best chapter thus far!

Joshua - Shadow Brigadier
6th July 2005, 1:06 PM
Time for me to stop being a closet reader...

This is absolutely fantastic Blizz (can't think of a better nickname at the moment). It really, truly is. The plot is great, the characters incredible, and your description almost flawless. I'd take my hat off to you, if I had one at the moment.

Couple of things though...


Hm, let's see, I'm surrounded by dirty water, in the middle of an ocean that's deserted except for a murderous whale trying to kill us. Frankly, I'm not sure how I am. Can I buy a vowel? I snapped at him. It was rude, but what did he expect me to say? Ignoring the remark, Regice, grabbed my arm, and sent out a message to Regirock. I felt a dim confirmation flying at Regice. I heard a loud clicking noise, and turned around. The wall was cracking at the bottom, and the wall itself was glowing. Then with a huge crashing noise, the great brown wall separated itself from the rest of the ocean bottom.

See the bad comma? That was meant to sound like a joke, like 'naughty comma'. *shrugs shoulders*


The rock cracked apart, and a raw red figure shot out Mew; I knew immediately that Mew was severely burned. Mew flew around in circles frantically, crying out in fear. Regirock calmed it mentally, and Mew stopped. The crimson Pokémon stared down at Regirock with innocent blue eyes. Regirock bgean negotiating with it quietly.

Just a small typo that should be 'began'.


I felt myself being forced out by invisible force, and shot through the wormhole's exit.

Probably just me, but this doesn't sound right to me.

Anyways, great work here Blizz.

Joshua

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7th July 2005, 3:04 AM
~Chapter 6: Swallowed in the Sea~


~Regice~

I was surprised at Registeel's sudden black out. Given his obvious strength, I would expect it to have endured the trip easily.

Regice, use Ice Beam on Registeel, Regirock commanded.

Sure! I replied. I shot a stream of ice from my hands, and hit Registeel in the center of its ring of eyes. Immediately, Registeel awoke, and sat bolt upright.

Registeel, we need to plan out some sort of strategy to defeat the two Sovereigns, Regirock informed my brother.

Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for asking, Registeel shot back aggresively.

Oh, Registeel. Why can't you be happy and joyful like me? I thought, careful to keep my tone happy.

I'll be happy once you shut up for once, he said quietly and venomously. I ceased my attempts to cheer him up.

Anyway, Regirock said forcefully, We need some way to get them both down at once. Kyogre will find us soon, and Groudon's back as well, even after we beat it and took a through beating in the progress. Regirock glanced quickly at me for a second, and I knew it meant my constant heat strokes.

Perhaps we should combine our powers and use them all at once to completely conquer them, Registeel suggested.

Regirock shook its great rocky head, and replied, We did that with Groudon and it still escaped. Registeel sighed metalically, and examined the water, as though seeking wisdom from it. I strained my mind as well. What I needed was some weakness they both shared, so as we conquered one, we won't have to worry about the other.

Where are we anyway? Registeel asked.

Mew replied this time, its thoughts shared in a high-pitched squeaky voice, We're on an island in the Dewford Strait. It's near as far away as we can get from the two. Registeel nodded an acknowledgement, and gazed back at the infinite depths of the sea. It seemed lost in its thoughts. I could only wonder what my brother was pondering. Registeel's feet hung off over the shore of the small island, the water rippling peacefully at its feet. Watching the water, I realized something.

Kyogre can't move on land, and Groudon can't in water! I exclaimed. Registeel turned to me, examining me carefully.

Regirock faced me, and said, Elaborate.

Well, if we can just get to some area where there's water and land, we can trap them both. I could freeze Groudon underwater, and you could strand Kyogre over land! I exclaimed, jubilance ringing in my voice.

That could work... Regirock said.

No, it won't, Registeel thought gravely, We've seen Kyogre turn an entire desert into an ocean in a few seconds time, and I wouldn't put it past Groudon to have the same capabilities with water. Although I didn't share Registeel's cynical view of the matter, I had to agree.

Or, what if- Regirock began, before a deep rumbling noise interrupted his speculation. We all looked around, looking for the source of the quakes.

Suddenly, Registeel cried, Look! It pointed a silvery hand at the water a few yards out to sea. It bubbled frantically; evidently, some disturbance beneath the water was causing tremors, and I had a good idea what. The rumbling intensified, as did the bubbles, and a great line of water shot out of the sea. It widened quickly, and swirled like a tornado. It was quite like a hurricane. The vortex rose higher and higher, until it blocked out the sun. At the top, the sun's rays illuminated a great figure resembling a whale.

Kyogre, Mew noted solemnly. As it said this, the peak of the twister broke, and Kyogre hurtled out of it. It flew downward at an alarming rate. Registeel shot a Hyper Beam at Kyogre, trying to knock it off course. It hit, but Kyogre was dropping so speedily that it merely was reflected into the ocean. Kyogre hit water, and plunged into the sea with an enormous crash. The water retreated downward, and then rose again in a gargantuan wave of water. A tsunami.

Mew floated downward, and cast a great green aura around the four of us. The water raged towards us, a roaring sound accompanying it. It struck the force field with great force. I felt the earth beneath us tremble from the impact. Water shot off the sides, trying madly to break through. I worried that the force field would shatter, and we would be overwhelmed by the wave. Eventually, the wave passed over, and we were unharmed.

But as soon as the tsunami vanished, the sun's light intensified dangerously. I felt my icy body dripping slightly from the heat. A series of earthquakes shook the piece of land, in the pattern of.....footsteps. I turned to the land beside the strait, and saw Groudon stomping across the land.

Surprised to see it had reached us so quickly, I fired an Ice Beam at the ground it was about to step on, hoping it would slip. The barren dirt froze over easily, and Groudon stepped on it stupidly. It fell into the ocean, but a pillar of stone rose to absorb the fall. Groudon stood atop it, and peered down at us. It prepared a Solarbeam, but this time, we were trapped.

Just then, Kyogre's blue head poked out of the water. Its gaze was fixed upon Groudon, though. Stormclouds began gathering around the blazing sun at Kyogre's appearance. Groudon ceased its Solarbeam, and roared down at Kyogre. Kyogre opened its mouth, and let out a bloodcurdling howl at Groudon. For a moment, they both exchanged noises of rage. Then, simultaneously, Kyogre sent a Hydro Pump at the Fire Blast Groudon had sent toward the great orca Pokémon. The two attacks collided, and struggled against each other. Then they absorbed each other and sent a spray of mist around the battlefield. We couldn't see the two quarreling titans anymore, but we heard cries of anguish echoing about the area. I, for one, was glad that they were focusing their strength upon one another, rather than us.

An earthshattering cry sounded out, and next moment, Kyogre's figure flew at us. It crashed through the dirt as though it was glass, obliterating half the island. Mew, realizing the danger in our lack of sight, sent a green field careening outward. The mist rubbed against it, and was pushed away by the power. Mew sent it swirling into the sky, and let the orb fade. Kyogre was lying with its stomach facing upwards a few hundred feet behind us, and Groudon was standing imperiously on a hill of dried lava.

Groudon's eyes glowed brown, and the island's landmass stretched outward toward Kyogre. It spread out beneath the exhausted Pokémon, forming plateau. Kyogre's eyes sprang open, and it flailed around helplessly on the plateau, like a Torkoal flipped on its back. Kyogre's eyes became blue, and the land was replaced with water. Kyogre rotated itself, and its eyes brightened to blue again. A wave rose up silently behind Groudon. It flung itself at the dinosaur-like Pokémon, and knocked it off its hill. Groudon thrashed angrily in the water, struggling to keep its head above the water.

Attack now! Regirock ordered unexpectedly. Without hesitating, I sent an Ice Beam oscillating toward Groudon, while Registeel gave it a Hyper Beam. Mew sent a flurry of different attacks at it, first a Razor Leaf, then a Poison Sting, and a Shadow Ball after that. Regirock, however, had its arms held as though it was cradling something. It pulled its arms inward with difficulty, and I saw the base of the rocky hill crack. Finally, Regirock tucked its arms against its body, and the hill cracked itself over Groudon's head. With this, Groudon fainted, and sank to the bottom of the ocean. Kyogre submerged itself, and made a loop around the island.

We can escape now! Registeel declared. Regirock agreed, and made a line of soil extending to Dewford Isle. Mew didn't need it, and merely soared over to the island. Regirock stumbled along the pathway, trying to get there before the battle raged on once more.

Registeel, go, I commanded.

No, you first. I can handle these two if I'm stranded, Registeel remarked. The water bubbled furiously again; any moment now on of the titans would breach the surface.

GO! I shouted at Registeel. Looking doubtful, Registeel lunged forward, and ran as fast as its short legs permitted. As Registeel ran, the ground seemed to develop a mind of its own. It rose from the water, and hovered in midair. Bits of it began flying upward, forming a floating whip. Registeel shuffled faster, and reached the island as the last of the path raised itself up. Groudon broke the surface of the water, roaring furiously, and Kyogre poked itself out a few yards away.

Groudon, howling madly, sent the whip lashing towards Kyogre's head. Kyogre sent an Ice Beam at the whip, breaking the portions of the rock one by one. Knowing I was trapped, I had to fight. I shot an Ice Beam from both hands, aimed at the two titans eyes. My left shot struck Kyogre in th eye, while the right one collided with Groudon's cornea. Both flailed around in agony momentarily, and then turned to me. They charged up attacks, getting ready to fire. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a new pathway shooting rapidly toward me, and Mew bolted alongside it, trying to get to me in time. Too late.

Groudon sent a streak of magma at me, while Kyogre sent water gushing towards me. The attacks hit in unison, and blew me off my feet. I landed hard on my back, cracking it in the process. I saw the magma rise up in a wall in front of me. At first, I feared it would sweep over me, but Kyogre sent a torrent of water at it. The magma sizzled, and hardened into a slope.

Groudon spewed lava from its mouth again, and used its mind to make a U around the present slope. I was puzzled for a moment, and then understood with a surge of terror that they were sealing me in! A small hole was above me, daylight streaming in vaguely. I shot one despairing Ice Beam through the opening, which was cut off as the lava coursed over it, and was hardened by the water. I was now sealed in.

Refusing to give up, I hurled myself at the wall. It didn't crack, or even move backward at all. Disregarding this, I flung myself at the walls in desperation. They didn't move, but I kept trying, blind terror blotting out my common sense. I felt my energy draining as some of my ice was chipped off by the ragged stone. Fatigued, I sat down in the middle, trying to regain my strength. But I felt something different then my usual heat stroke. It was an obliterating darkness, one that threatened to seize my very existance and destroy it.

My tired mind understood one thing; I was shutting down completely. I closed my eyes, hoping I could sleep this off. What I didn't know when I dozed off was that I wasn't going to open my eyes again for another few centuries.


~Regirock~

Something was wrong. I felt Regice's attempts at escape cease. I stretched my mind to its tomb, trying to contact my brother. My mind met a swirling blackness, located where Regice's mind should've been.

Well? Registeel said fearfully, but with a touch of its old impatience.

I heaved a great sigh, and replied gravely, It's no use, I can't get through. Regice is........gone.



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Sike Saner, I can't help but asking what you think of the title. If you don't get the reference, I'll be quite shocked.


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Sike Saner
7th July 2005, 8:02 AM
Oh, I get it, all right. ;) Boss!


Regice, use Ice Beam on Registeel, Regirock commanded.

Sure! I replied

I'll not be visiting Dr. Regice, either... :p


The barren dirt froze over easily, and Groudon stepped on it stupidly.

The moment I read that, my brain went into "America's Funniest Home Videos" mode - complete with sound effects and dorky voice-over as Groudon slips and falls. And then I go into Instant Replay mode, and Groudon falls on its 2,095-pound butt again...and again...and again...Yeah. Somethnig is wrong with my brain, no?

I am really enjoying watching these huge, incredibly powerful Pokemon duking it out, you know it? It's like watching gods fighting... :D

fhqwhgads
8th July 2005, 9:05 PM
That. Was. Awesome. And there's no more Regice! *maniacal laughter* KUTFAW, and WTNCU?

lone_wolf816
9th July 2005, 9:28 PM
No regice was so jolly!! i thought he was the doughboy!! i hope he comes back.

dark-rukario
10th July 2005, 3:22 AM
i dont i like registeel better ;rukario;

Dark Assasin
10th July 2005, 5:53 AM
No regice was so jolly!! i thought he was the doughboy!! i hope he comes back.
oh I would'nt worry about that he will come back in a couple centuries.

On topic:good chapter but what does this mean?:
Knowing I was trapped, I ahd to fight.
I shot an Ice Beam from both hands, aech aimed at the two titans eyes.and if the second 1 is each I don't think it should be there

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
12th July 2005, 3:12 AM
~Chapter 7: Conquering the Flames~


~Registeel~

I watched Regice's fate in horror. My own brother, doomed to a lifetime in a tomb. It was too much to accept. Regirock watched on with the same expression on his face. Mew's eyes began to water slightly.

Well, there's nothing we can do now... Mew thought reluctantly.

Regirock nodded sadly, and thought back, Well, as long as the two are fighting each other, we should try to think of a plan. I sat on the edge of the small isle, my feet in the clear blue water. I kicked the water idly, thinking of anything that may give us an advantage.

We saw Regice almost drown Groudon by catching it off guard. Maybe if we can get it to fall in the water unexpectedly, it will die before it can react.

Die? Regirock said incredulously, I know you're angry at Groudon for destroying our home, but isn't killing going too far?

No, I shot back stubbornly, Groudon and Kyogre ruined what we spent months making, a refuge for the Pokémon hurt by this war. They destroyed it all, and those Pokémon are being forced to slaughter each other again. They've gone too far now, and we have to end it. Regirock considered my noble speech while I waited patiently for an answer.

I know what's going on, but if we kill them for past wrongs, are we any better than they are? Regirock thought back slowly.

No, because we have good intentions at heart, I shot back angrily. Why couldn't Regirock understand what I was saying!?

We must kill them both, so this war can end once and for all. We can make a new home, a new place of comfort for Pokémon injured mentally and physically. If you don't kill these quarreling creatures, you are merely standing aside, allowing them to kill all the Pokémon that inhabit this planet, I told Regirock. It thought deeply about that.

Kyogre and Groudon are Pokémon, too. They have hearts, although the don't show it. They have minds, although their intelligence may suggest otherwise. They are living creatures, every bit as worthy to live here as we are, Regirock argued. I felt like shouting at him.

Kyogre and Groudon are heartless killing machines. Pokémon have died at their hands, and they care for nothing but the death of each other. They weren't even naturally born. They only exist because Hello Kitty over here had to make Groudon in the first place, I said heatedly, pointing a claw at Mew.

Mew simmered with anger at that comment, and said, I admit it was a mistake to make Groudon. At the time, I was quite sure it would be powerful, but not powerful enough to disrupt the balance of sea and land.

I turned to Mew now, and argued, That's precisely my point. If one kills the other, we'll have a planet completely submerged or completely covered in mountains. You, I, and Regirock can easily adapt to such changes, but we'll be the few who can. Pokémon will drown in the infinite seas or die of the heat Groudon scorches the land with.

Regirock spoke up this time, and said, We don't need to kill them though. Look at Regice. It's gone now, but it hasn't died. Its power just dropped so sharply that it couldn't keep sustaining itself. If we can do this to both of the Titans, they will collapse and be gone. No one will die, and they won't be able to harm anything else. I hated to admit it, but this was probably the most sensible solution.

But, how on earth can we deplete their energy? Each of them have much more power than all of us combined, Regirock pondered out loud before I could respond.

Come to think of it.....Mew, you created Groudon, but it's more powerful than you. How is this possible? You would have died giving all your power to it, I asked, directing this question at Mew. Mew furrowed its brow, thinking hard.

There must be some sort of energy source Groudon had been feeding off of. What could give it such power, though? Mew wondered.

The sun? Regirock suggested.

No, if it was absorbing solar energy, the sun would not shine as brightly as it does today, I reasoned dismissively. Regirock sighed at that, knowing I was right.

Wait! Mew interjected suddenly, I remember I was attacking Groudon near Fortree Forest before it captured me. It was defending something important. If we can find some sort of abnormality there, it may lead us to Groudon's power source. Regirock agreed, and I thought this was a good idea as well. Mew squealed happily, and tore open a portal nearby. My body felt rubbery again, and I felt myself being absorbed into the vortex. Once again, swirling colors surrounded me, burning themselves into my eyes.

As we neared the exit, I noticed that distorted images of trees circled me. Watery blue also mixed itself into the walls of the wormhole. I figured this must dictate we were to appear next. In an instant, I found myself stumbling across thick grass, the bright colors fading. I spun about, and saw the wormhole close, the air around it looking like a heat haze. The hole closed, and I was staring at a tree trunk. Mew hovered around above myself and Regirock.

OK, spread out, and report to each other if you find something unusual, Regirock said bravely.

Way to point out the obvious, I said, vaguely irritated with Regirock's attitude. All the same, I trudged through the thick grass, my eyes scanning the land around me. Several times, my feet got tangled up in the grass. Although I broke free easily, it was horribly tedious trying to get around with grass ensnaring my legs. Suddenly, I found my left foot dangling precariously off a ledge. It fell backwards, my heart racing. I looked forward, and saw a clear blue lake, almost as wide as Dewford Strait. In the middle, an island sat, looking quite out of place in the sparkling blue liquid.

Wondering if this would yield results, I expanded my mind, allowing it to access the protrusion. Quite suddenly, a surge of power coursed through my body. I felt my insides burning up, eating away at my mind until I couldn't hold it in. My eyes glowed crimson, and a huge jet of flames shot through my eyes into the still air. Frightened, I pulled back my mind. The huge power that had raged within me faded away. I stared at the island, shocked.

I called out shakily, Guys! I...think I found the source. Mew sent a small confirmation toward me, and Regirock advised me to stay where I was.

Easier said than done, I retorted. Regirock didn't answer. I sat down, waiting. Mew floated down beside me, waiting for Regirock as well.

Regirock reached us a minute later, muttering, Accursed grass... I laughed mentally at Regirock.

OK, if you let your mind access this rock, something interesting will happen, I told Regirock.

It glared at me suspiciously, and asked, This isn't a joke, right?

I blazed with anger, and shot back, Why would it be? This is a serious situation! Regirock seemed to believe me, and turned to the rock. His eyes unfocused, and I knew he was expanding his mind. Moments later, fire spiralled out of Regirock's eyes.

Regirock stepped back in surprise, and exclaimed, This is it! I held back the remark I was longing to say.

OK, we need to destroy this thing, Regirock said solemnly. Without wasting a moment, I fired a Hyper Beam at it. A small bit of it chipped away. As it did, a rumbling shook the ground. I sighed, knowing what was coming. Groudon raised itself from the ground behind us. It roared angrily, enraged at my attempt to destroy its power source. Without batting an eye, Mew let its energy course over our bodies, and then lifted Regirock and I into the air. We flew across the landscape, speeding away from the angry Groudon.

The ground shook once more, and a huge geyser appeared in front of us. It was so wide that it blocked off any escape route. Again, Kyogre's bnody was carried up by the outburst of water. When we were all distracted, Groudon sent a boiling Fire Blast at us. It hit Mew squarely, causing mew to drop to the ground. Mew didn't move. Regirock, thinking quickly, ambled off to the side. I was too worried about Mew to notice.

I began to walk over to its fallen form, but another Fire Blast sent me careening into the wall of water. It blasted against my head, the sound echoing in my head. I pulled myself away, and fell forward in exhaustion. I lay there for a minute, and looked up as my power returned to me. My eyes met a wall of hot magma.

I looked around, and saw a bubbling dome of lava. Suddenly, the magma began misting, and I knew Kyogre's water was raining down on the chamber, hardening it. I gasped in horror, and clawed at the wall closest. But, the magma burned my claws horribly. I drew back my throbbing hand. Scorch marks covered the parts of my hand that touched the wall.

Mist filled the tomb, and I couldn't see. The heat got to me, and my temperature boiled higher by the second. I sat down, trying to keep myself together. Black began ebbing away at my sight, the corners of my vision field becoming dark. I couldn't find it in me to find, or even stand up. The boiling mist floated harmlessly about me, as though it had nothing to do with this heat stroke consuming my being. It was the last thing I saw before I shut down just as Regice had.


~*CB*~

lone_wolf816
12th July 2005, 3:39 AM
~Chapter 7: Conquering the Flames~


~Registeel~

I watched Regice's fate in horror. My own brother, doomed to a lifetime in a tomb. It was too much to accept. Regirock watched on with the same expression on his face. Mew's eyes began to water slightly.

Well, there's nothing we can do now... Mew thought reluctantly.

Regirock nodded sadly, and thought back, Well, as long as the two are fighting each other, we should try to think of a plan. I sat on the edge of the small isle, my feet in the clear blue water. I kicked the water idly, thinking of anything that may give us an advantage.

We saw Regice almost drown Groudon by catching it off guard. Maybe if we can get it to fall in the water unexpectedly, it will die before it can react.

Die? Regirock said incredulously, I know you're angry at Groudon for destroying our home, but isn't killing going too far?

No, I shot back stubbornly, Groudon and Kyogre ruined what we spent months making, a refuge for the Pokémon hurt by this war. They destroyed it all, and those Pokémon are being forced to slaughter each other again. They've gone too far now, and we have to end it. Regirock considered my noble speech while I waited patiently for an answer.

I know what's going on, but if we kill them for past wrongs, are we any better than they are? Regirock thought back slowly.

No, because we have good intentions at heart, I shot back angrily. Why couldn't Regirock understand what I was saying!?

We must kill them both, so this war can end once and for all. We can make a new home, a new place of comfort for Pokémon injured mentally and physically. If you don't kill these quarreling creatures, you are merely standing aside, allowing them to kill all the Pokémon that inhabit this planet, I told Regirock. It thought deeply about that.

Kyogre and Groudon are Pokémon, too. They have hearts, although the don't show it. They have minds, although their intelligence may suggest otherwise. They are living creatures, every bit as worthy to live here as we are, Regirock argued. I felt like shouting at him.

Kyogre and Groudon are heartless killing machines. Pokémon have died at their hands, and they care for nothing but the death of each other. They weren't even naturally born. They only exist because Hello Kitty over here had to make Groudon in the first place, I said heatedly, pointing a claw at Mew.

Mew simmered with anger at that comment, and said, I admit it was a mistake to make Groudon. At the time, I was quite sure it would be powerful, but not powerful enough to disrupt the balance of sea and land.

I turned to Mew now, and argued, That's precisely my point. If one kills the other, we'll have a planet completely submerged or completely covered in mountains. You, I, and Regirock can easily adapt to such changes, but we'll be the few who can. Pokémon will drown in the infinite seas or die of the heat Groudon scorches the land with.

Regirock spoke up this time, and said, We don't need to kill them though. Look at Regice. It's gone now, but it hasn't died. Its power just dropped so sharply that it couldn't keep sustaining itself. If we can do this to both of the Titans, they will collapse and be gone. No one will die, and they won't be able to harm anything else. I hated to admit it, but this was probably the most sensible solution.

But, how on earth can we deplete their energy? Each of them have much more power than all of us combined, Regirock pondered out loud before I could respond.

Come to think of it.....Mew, you created Groudon, but it's more powerful than you. How is this possible? You would have died giving all your power to it, I asked, directing this question at Mew. Mew furrowed its brow, thinking hard.

There must be some sort of energy source Groudon had been feeding off of. What could give it such power, though? Mew wondered.

The sun? Regirock suggested.

No, if it was absorbing solar energy, the sun would not shine as brightly as it does today, I reasoned dismissively. Regirock sighed at that, knowing I was right.

Wait! Mew interjected suddenly, I remember I was attacking Groudon near Fortree Forest before it captured me. It was defending something important. If we can find some sort of abnormality there, it may lead us to Groudon's power source. Regirock agreed, and I thought this was a good idea as well. Mew squealed happily, and tore open a portal nearby. My body felt rubbery again, and I felt myself being absorbed into the vortex. Once again, swirling colors surrounded me, burning themselves into my eyes.

As we neared the exit, I noticed that distorted images of trees circled me. Watery blue also mixed itself into the walls of the wormhole. I figured this must dictate we were to appear next. In an instant, I found myself stumbling across thick grass, the bright colors fading. I spun about, and saw the wormhole close, the air around it looking like a heat haze. The hole closed, and I was staring at a tree trunk. Mew hovered around above myself and Regirock.

OK, spread out, and report to each other if you find something unusual, Regirock said bravely.

Way to point out the obvious, I said, vaguely irritated with Regirock's attitude. All the same, I trudged through the thick grass, my eyes scanning the land around me. Several times, my feet got tangled up in the grass. Although I broke free easily, it was horribly tedious trying to get around with grass ensnaring my legs. Suddenly, I found my left foot dangling precariously off a ledge. It fell backwards, my heart racing. I looked forward, and saw a clear blue lake, almost as wide as Dewford Strait. In the middle, an island sat, looking quite out of place in the sparkling blue liquid.

Wondering if this would yield results, I expanded my mind, allowing it to access the protrusion. Quite suddenly, a surge of power coursed through my body. I felt my insides burning up, eating away at my mind until I couldn't hold it in. My eyes glowed crimson, and a huge jet of flames shot through my eyes into the still air. Frightened, I pulled back my mind. The huge power that had raged within me faded away. I stared at the island, shocked.

I called out shakily, Guys! I...think I found the source. Mew sent a small confirmation toward me, and Regirock advised me to stay where I was.

Easier said than done, I retorted. Regirock didn't answer. I sat down, waiting. Mew floated down beside me, waiting for Regirock as well.

Regirock reached us a minute later, muttering, Accursed grass... I laughed mentally at Regirock.

OK, if you let your mind access this rock, something interesting will happen, I told Regirock.

It glared at me suspiciously, and asked, This isn't a joke, right?

I blazed with anger, and shot back, Why would it be? This is a serious situation! Regirock seemed to believe me, and turned to the rock. His eyes unfocused, and I knew he was expanding his mind. Moments later, fire spiralled out of Regirock's eyes.

Regirock stepped back in surprise, and exclaimed, This is it! I held back the remark I was longing to say.

OK, we need to destroy this thing, Regirock said solemnly. Without wasting a moment, I fired a Hyper Beam at it. A small bit of it chipped away. As it did, a rumbling shook the ground. I sighed, knowing what was coming. Groudon raised itself from the ground behind us. It roared angrily, enraged at my attempt to destroy its power source. Without batting an eye, Mew let its energy course over our bodies, and then lifted Regirock and I into the air. We flew across the landscape, speeding away from the angry Groudon.

The ground shook once more, and a huge geyser appeared in front of us. It was so wide that it blocked off any escape route. Again, Kyogre's bnody was carried up by the outburst of water. When we were all distracted, Groudon sent a boiling Fire Blast at us. It hit Mew squarely, causing mew to drop to the ground. Mew didn't move. Regirock, thinking quickly, ambled off to the side. I was too worried about Mew to notice.

I began to walk over to its fallen form, but another Fire Blast sent me careening into the wall of water. It blasted against my head, the sound echoing in my head. I pulled myself away, and fell forward in exhaustion. I lay there for a minute, and looked up as my power returned to me. My eyes met a wall of hot magma.

I looked around, and saw a bubbling dome of lava. Suddenly, the magma began misting, and I knew Kyogre's water was raining down on the chamber, hardening it. I gasped in horror, and clawed at the wall closest. But, the magma burned my claws horribly. I drew back my throbbing hand. Scorch marks covered the parts of my hand that touched the wall.

Mist filled the tomb, and I couldn't see. The heat got to me, and my temperature boiled higher by the second. I sat down, trying to keep myself together. Black began ebbing away at my sight, the corners of my vision field becoming dark. I couldn't find it in me to find, or even stand up. The boiling mist floated harmlessly about me, as though it had nothing to do with this heat stroke consuming my being. It was the last thing I saw before I shut down just as Regice had.


~*CB*~

Whoa 2 down 2 more to go. you had about 5 spelling erors but overall its great!

Sike Saner
12th July 2005, 9:22 AM
No regice was so jolly!! i thought he was the doughboy!! i hope he comes back.

*pokes Regice*

;378; : Hoo-hoo!


Registeel Bossness


They only exist because Hello Kitty over here had to make Groudon in the first place, I said heatedly, pointing a claw at Mew.


My body felt rubbery again, and I felt myself being absorbed into the vortex.

...Regirubber. :p That can join Regipants...now we just need one more - I'VE GOT IT! Regiburger!

Oh, no...my mind has compared Registeel to Bender...Can't you just imagine Registeel saying, "Bite my shiny metal a**!"? :D

Hmm. Beauty sleep for two of them, I suppose...that'll give Regirock some time alone with its thoughts(albeit probably not much time...). I'll bet were Groudon ond Kyogre not being such a bother, Regirock might rather appreiciate the peace and quiet...Oh, not that it doesn't care about its brothers, but come on. You know what Regice and Registeel are like... :D

Dark Assasin
12th July 2005, 2:34 PM
*pokes Regice*

;378; : Hoo-hoo!


Registeel Bossness





...Regirubber. :p That can join Regipants...now we just need one more - I'VE GOT IT! Regiburger!

Oh, no...my mind has compared Registeel to Bender...Can't you just imagine Registeel saying, "Bite my shiny metal a**!"? :D

Hmm. Beauty sleep for two of them, I suppose...that'll give Regirock some time alone with its thoughts(albeit probably not much time...). I'll bet were Groudon ond Kyogre not being such a bother, Regirock might rather appreiciate the peace and quiet...Oh, not that it doesn't care about its brothers, but come on. You know what Regice and Registeel are like... :D
actually I can see Registeel saying that.and I am truly excited about the next chapter I wonder what Regi-pants are?and good chapter Rock boy must be happily dancing silly

lone_wolf816
12th July 2005, 4:50 PM
*pokes Regice*

;378; : Hoo-hoo!


Registeel Bossness





...Regirubber. :p That can join Regipants...now we just need one more - I'VE GOT IT! Regiburger!

Oh, no...my mind has compared Registeel to Bender...Can't you just imagine Registeel saying, "Bite my shiny metal a**!"? :D

Hmm. Beauty sleep for two of them, I suppose...that'll give Regirock some time alone with its thoughts(albeit probably not much time...). I'll bet were Groudon ond Kyogre not being such a bother, Regirock might rather appreiciate the peace and quiet...Oh, not that it doesn't care about its brothers, but come on. You know what Regice and Registeel are like... :D

lol i was starting to think registeel acted like bender too! lol

Drayano
12th July 2005, 7:52 PM
I see where this is going. Regice was sealed somewhere near Dewford Town - Route 105. And Registeel was sealed somewhere near Fortree, Route 120. So there might be a battle at the Desert...

I like it. A lot. =D

lone_wolf816
12th July 2005, 10:39 PM
I see where this is going. Regice was sealed somewhere near Dewford Town - Route 105. And Registeel was sealed somewhere near Fortree, Route 120. So there might be a battle at the Desert...

I like it. A lot. =D

I never thought about that!!! good idea!:p

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
12th July 2005, 11:31 PM
I see where this is going. Regice was sealed somewhere near Dewford Town - Route 105. And Registeel was sealed somewhere near Fortree, Route 120. So there might be a battle at the Desert...

I like it. A lot. =D
That's a bit too predictable, don't you think? ;)


~*CB*~

Dark Assasin
13th July 2005, 12:50 AM
yeah something that no one will of is that the desert is a plain and Regirock fights them there being encased in a tomb but Groudon winning turns the place into a desert

legend_master
14th July 2005, 5:01 PM
no groudon and kyorge will be locked away first and then whichever regi is left (cant remember which one is still alive) will ask mew to seal him in until the world needs them again

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
15th July 2005, 2:10 AM
~Chapter 8: Invoking the Meteorite~


~Regirock~

I couldn't believe my eyes. Another chamber had been formed, trapping my brother within. Grief gnawed at my sanity, threatening to consume me. I fought against it. This time, though, I tried to liberate my brother. I sent power at the earth, permeating the soil. I found a thick stone a few feet down, and drew it upward.

The stone burst from the ground, and hovered in midair, awaiting my command. I made a stabbing motion with my arm, directed towards Registeel's tomb. The rock obeyed, and slammed into the chamber. It bounced off uselessly. I took no notice, not letting myself accept the fact that Registeel was trapped.

I punched again, with greater force. The rock rammed itself into the dome again forcefully. A crack echoed out from the area of impact. I examined the dome hopefully, but saw no signs of weakness. Angry now, I sent a flurry of jabs at the dome, making the rock follow. It crashed into the tomb repeatedly, as though possessed. Weariness set in, but I ignored it. All that mattered to me right now was Registeel's escape.

I raised my arm, and the rock hovered over the protrusion of stone. I rammed my arm into the ground with every last ounce of strength I posessed. The rock followed suit, and plummeted down at the dome. It cracked on impact, splitting in two. Staring blankly at the stone, I gave up. Groudon and Kyogre's strength was far greater than mine, and no matter how powerful I was, they were too strong.

I fell forward, thrusting my arms out to keep me in a kneeling position. I lowered my head. Had I been able to cry, I would've. I didn't care about the water from Kyogre's geyser raining down on my head. The only thought in my mind was that I was alone now, and the two Pokémon I cared about more than anything else were gone.

I sat there for a while. That single thought echoed throughout my head, repeating its grizzly message over and over. Only when a particularly loud wail shook the earth did I remember what was going on. Kyogre and Groudon were here, and I was sitting in plain view. I bolted upright, and looked around. What was I to do? Whatever I had tried so far, Kyogre and Groudon had stopped. And each time those I loved were snatched from me.

But it didn't matter anymore. I had nothing left to lose. My brothers were gone, my home was gone, and the two Titans were conquering the planet I lived on. There was nothing I could lose now; nothing but my own life. Setting that thought firmly in my mind, canceling the grievous thought that repeated itself endlessly in my ravaged mind, I walked forward.

If I was going to die, I was going to go out with a bang. I gathered energy from all parts of my body, storing it in my arm. If I could get a clean shot, I would probably be able to kill one of the two. The massive release of energy would kill me instantly, but my death would not be in vain. And I would have my revenge.

I walked forward with steely determination, approaching the wrestling Sovereigns. Something caught my eye, though. Something raw red and lying near Registeel's death room. Mew! I had completely forgotten it in face of Registeel's demise. I moved toward it, and nudged it with one of my razor sharp arms. Mew's eyes opened slowly, as though it was just waking up from a rejuvenating nap.

Mew, Registeel's gone. It's just you and me now, I informed it somberly. Mew looked at me in shock, as though it doubted my words.

What can we do? We have no advantages anymore. I thought we had a chance when it was the four of us combined, I said, turning my head away at the last sentence. For some reason, I couldn't find it in me to look at Mew. I didn't want to burden it with my crushing sadness.

To beat the Sovereigns, we need much more power. Groudon has found a power source, and it has evidently benefited from it. If we can find some relic of absolute power, we may have a chance, Mew said. Its voice trembled slightly as it said these words. I turned back to it, and found its eyes streaming with tears. I thought hard, trying to forget my grief long enough to form a plan. There was only one place I knew that may have the power we seeked.

The Celestial Crater, I thought simply.

Mew stared at me, and asked, Where or what is that?

The Fallarbor Mountain has been recently destroyed by a huge Meteorite, right outside of Fallarbor Plains. The huge Meteorite sat there, nearly a mile in length. It must house tremendous power, and that power could be what we needed to end the war, I told it, hope filling my voice.

Saying no more, Mew ripped open a portal in front of Registeel's chamber. I took one last look at my brother's resting place before being sucked away into the wormhole. It pained me to know that Chamber may never open again. Seconds later, I found myself staring at a titanic boulder. It stretched sky high; it was so tall that I could not see the sky above it.

No time like the present, Mew said with a trace of its old exuberance in its voice. I agreed, and pulled my arm back. I scanned the rock with my mind, scoping out weak points. I found an unstable part, and thrust my arm into it. It punctured the Meteor easily, and my spear-like hand reached into the core of the stone. I felt power teeming on the other side. I focused my mind on it, and began sucking it out of the rock.

As soon as the power parted company with the space rock, a great crack ran down the middle of the rock. I felt the force intensify hazardously on the other side. I withdrew my hand, horrified at what I had done. The rock trembled, and, thinking quickly, I summoned a wall of soil to cover Mew and I. I did so just in time; the Meteorite burst, and pure white light shot in all directions. I couldn't see; the light was brighter than any I had seen before, and it burned into my eyes.

I closed my eyes and shook my head, waiting for the enormous explosion to cease. I felt the power streaming all around me fade after a while. I opened all of my eyes, and saw Mew cowering at my feet. I let the barrier drop, knowing there was no danger now. The stone had cracked apart, and the two sections had slanted to either side. In the middle, a tall red figure stood, accompanied by a small white and yellow figure. Mew's already large eyes widened.

What is it? I asked, noticing the figures moving towards us.

It's.....It's.....Jirachi....and Deoxys...., Mew uttered faintly. As Mew said this, the forms zoomed forward, straight towards us. I raised a stone wall once more, but they crashed through it easily, as though it were paper rather than granite. They both grabbed Mew's arms, and carried it skyward.

Wait! NO! Mew cried, thrashing desperately.

Deoxys glared backward at me, and said to Mew, You have no need for this planet. It is doomed to destruction. You are important, though. Important enough for us to risk our lives saving you.

Its deep voice was quite intimidating, but I cried out, Mew and I can save this place! Just give us a chance!

Hah, I highly doubt that. This planet's safety was forfeited when mew created Groudon. We have discovered a superior planet, and we are taking Mew their for its own safety, Jirachi shot back, growing smaller as it grew more distant.

But Earth is my home! I can't leave it, Mew said savagely.

You already are, Deoxys stated simply. Mew let out a scream of frustration before it and its comrades disappeared into the darkening sky.


~*CB*~

Missingno. Master
15th July 2005, 12:41 PM
Woah. Sorry I haven't posted in here for a while. Is Mew going to get out of this mess somehow? And if so, how? BTW, great idea bringing the Scorched Slab into this. I never thought of it as Groudon's power source!

Ice_Scyther
15th July 2005, 5:50 PM
Oh crud this is good!!!!! I'm a new reader but this story rocks!!!!! And Registeel was cool!!!!! 5 stars!

lone_wolf816
15th July 2005, 6:06 PM
nice chapter it was really good! its awsome short but really good!

Quick X
15th July 2005, 7:44 PM
brilliant, just brilliant

Dark Assasin
15th July 2005, 7:54 PM
so far my theory is ahead with there being a plain and mew not there to protect Rocky.I liked the cowardly mew part quite much

armaldo
16th July 2005, 2:44 PM
I can relate myself to Registeel on many many levels hahahahahah................................ooohhhh hh...now i made myself sad

Drayano
16th July 2005, 4:50 PM
Well it's obviously going to be different than the first thought, I know you're not that predictable ;).

Anyway, looks like Regirock's on his own. Mew's gone. And Groudon and Kyogre are still in Hoenn. I wonder how Rock's gonna get out of this one? The story's building up. I'll have to read Skull of the Cubone sometime, you're a good story writer.

billy5772
17th July 2005, 3:28 AM
CHAPTER 1


Seeing no other escape, and braced myself, and jetted upwards.

I think the first “and” was probably supposed to be an “I”, making the sentence:

Seeing no other escape, I braced myself and jetted upwards.

CHAPTER 2


Deciding not comment on that, I turned back to Groudon, who was nearing Kyogre's territory.

Deciding not to comment

CHAPTER 3

Right away, I can tell this is gonna be a great chapter. I like the beginning descriptions of the sharp weapon piercing groudon’s flesh.


I focused on the granite deep beneath the ground, and mainpulated them with waving gestures.

manipulated


Forgetting my duties in freeing Kyogre's soldiers, I teleported to Groudon's loaction.

loaction to location


As I floated through the wormhole, I froxe time in its place.

froxe to froze


It stared at Regirock's hands, and sent Psychic power outward.

It to I


I suppose having Celebi fix everything would ruin the story...
Well, I didn't really have it in me to slaughter a baby Vulpix, so I revived it.
Thanks, I'm glad you liked it. Personally, I thought it was a bit short.

Nah, I found that part pretty interesting. Although, since Vulpix was rescued, that kind of removed the reason that Regirock had to attack in the first place.

Chapter 3 was overall pretty good. So far, though, it’s hard to feel connected with any of your characters. The Vulpix dying in chapter 2 was supposed to be a kind of tragedy, but it wasn’t as intense as it could’ve been. Maybe more time developing characters and how they relate to each other will solve this? I don’t know, I’ll keep reading.



CHAPTER 4


I shot the enrgy downward,

energy


Kyogre slid down the hill, all the landed before it melting away and filling with water.

I think you meant to say land instead of landed. And the “hill” kind of caught me off guard as I wasn’t aware Kyogre was on a hill. More description of the area could’ve helped here.

I like how you describe the Regis partitioning their power to different muscles (i.e. anti-gravity muscle, arms, legs) at different times. That’s an interesting take on a legendary’s power that I haven’t quite seen before.

CHAPTER 5

I like how you switch perspectives in this story. You do first-person very well.


It looked around, and saw Kyogre's giant form diving down.

It to I


Great, I'm too fat to swim, I thought.

That made me laugh.


Hm, let's see, I'm surrounded by dirty water, in the middle of an ocean that's deserted except for a murderous whale trying to kill us. Frankly, I'm not sure how I am. Can I buy a vowel?

Ha! Another example of excellent use of humor.

CHAPTER 6:


even after we beat it and took a through beating in the progress.

through to thorough


…both shared, so as we conquered one, we won't have to worry about the other.

So as we conqured…we wouldn’t


any moment now on of the titans would breach the surface.

any moment now one of the titans…

I liked this chapter. It was good to see them almost gain the upper hand and then get bested by groudon and kyogre again. This is a story relating how all the regi were sealed, right? I’m interested to see how steel and rock go down.

CHAPTER 7:

They got Registeel now, too?! Okay, only one more regi to go. Is this fic almost ending?

I found some simple typos in the chapter, but they weren’t worth pointing out as you could probably skim over the thing and see them immediately. You used It instead of I quite a few times throughout the fic, so watch out for that.

Um, what I said before is starting to fade. I think you did a good job of developing the characters of the three regi. You used their comments while alone and with each other to pull this off, and it was pretty effective. The whole fic is battle after battle, though, so it leaves little room for other types of characterization besides dialogue based, I guess. A change in pace would be nice as the continuous freeze groudon, run, attack kyogre, run, dodge magma, run, dodge surf attack, run, formula is making the fic a little monotonous. But, it is about a big war, though, so what am I talking about?

CHAPTER 8:

Pretty intense. I wasn’t expecting Jirachi and Deoxys to be inside of the meteorite. I actually didn’t know it was them at first, either. A little more description on their appearance would’ve made it easier to picture. Anyway, overall, a great fic. I’m interested to see what plan Regirock comes up with now that he’s all on his own. If all four of them couldn’t do it, what chance does he stand?

Well, yeah. I’m caught up now and anxiously awaiting the next chapter.

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
17th July 2005, 9:32 AM
Well it's obviously going to be different than the first thought, I know you're not that predictable ;).

Anyway, looks like Regirock's on his own. Mew's gone. And Groudon and Kyogre are still in Hoenn. I wonder how Rock's gonna get out of this one? The story's building up. I'll have to read Skull of the Cubone sometime, you're a good story writer.
Oh please don't. That Fic fails in comparison to this....I'm mediocre at the very best in TSOTC, I've long since 'honed my skills'. TSOTC was pretty much just an introduction to writing for me(and I plan to make the sequel a lot better written and a lot more thrilling).

billy5772: Thanks. I haven't been writing this on Microsoft Word. I was relying on joshua for beta-ing, but I figured he didn't want to after three successive Chapters were sent to him. I should Copy/Paste this on Word to find my errors, I suppose. Thanks for pointing all those errors out, I'll fix them as soon as possible.
Kyogre and Groudon fear and Legendary which is not under their control. They have power enough to defeat them. They go to great lengths to eliminate them, so if/when Regirock is captured, Groudon and Kyogre would battle each other with the utmost ferocity now that their main threats are vanquished. The Regis, with nowhere near as much power, are forced to come up with various plans to try to defeat their foes discreetly. But I see what you mean by this becoming repititive, so I'll try to mix things up a bit next Chapter.
This Fic is far from drawing to a close. But, at this point in the story, reminding anyone of the intended timeline would be too large of a Spoiler, so I'll simply say it has three parts to it, a trilogy of sorts, although it will all be one big Fic.
Speaking of the next Chapter, the new Chapter will be up tonight. I would've done it yesterday, but I spent the day celebrating my birthday, so I didn't have much time for here, of course.


~*CB*~

Joshua - Shadow Brigadier
17th July 2005, 9:47 AM
billy5772: Thanks. I haven't been writing this on Microsoft Word. I was relying on joshua for beta-ing, but I figured he didn't want to after three successive Chapters were sent to him. I should Copy/Paste this on Word to find my errors, I suppose. Thanks for pointing all those errors out, I'll fix them as soon as possible.

I did still want to do it, I just couldn't get the time at that point to go through them, and after you stopped sending me the chapters, I just thought you didn't want my help anymore.

Oh, and Happy Belated Birthday! I'm sorry I didn't PM you and wish you a Happy Birthday.

As to your fic... *jaw drops*

Wow. That's all I can say. Beautiful work Blizz, and I look forward to the next chapters.

Joshua

-Psychic Chickens-
17th July 2005, 11:46 AM
Oh please don't. That Fic fails in comparison to this....I'm mediocre at the very best in TSOTC, I've long since 'honed my skills'. TSOTC was pretty much just an introduction to writing for me(and I plan to make the sequel a lot better written and a lot more thrilling).

Eh, I liked that one quite alot. It seems all of your fics are very dramatic, no?

Anyway, I really am liking this. Sike's pretty much already highlighted all of the stuff that was absolutly hilarious, so yeah.Regirubber, Regipants, and Regiburger...:p

P.S. I can't wait till your sequel to TSOTC!

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
17th July 2005, 11:51 AM
Ah, OK, thanks for clearing that up. I wondered...

Thanks to both of you for your kind comments.

apurplepikachuv2.1: As far as I'm concerned, the only good thing in TSOTC was the original ideas I used occasionally. It did help me differentiate personalities, though, so I do owe it some credit. And it was my first Fic, so I guess I can't just delete it or anything(especially as I've spent at least 8 months on it. Deleting it would be erasing many months of hard work). Glad to know someone besides my two regulars read it, though.
EDIT: Ah, it seems the Summer FanFiction Awards have begun. I'll have to work harder on this if I hope to receive any nominations.....TSOTC only got one nomination, so I do hope I get more with this Fic.


~*CB*~

Sike Saner
17th July 2005, 7:24 PM
Aw, Regirock is so caring...I knew I'd find something to really like and appreciate about that guy...That, and the fact that we were this close to seeing it use Explosion, weren't we? I wonder, though, if that would have actually worked...I suppose it's fortunate for Regirock that we didn't have to have the opportunity to find out. :) But dang, that it would be willing to do that is really quite awesome and commendable.

And YAY! Deoxys and Jirachi are here...hey! Thieves! Give back that little pink fetal kitty! Ah, well. I hope we get to see more of Deoxys; it'd be neat to see it phase in and out of its different forms.

legend_master
19th July 2005, 4:10 PM
So when are you going to post the next chapter. I cant wait for it

armaldo
19th July 2005, 4:49 PM
Me too. I love the story so far.

fhqwhgads
19th July 2005, 8:36 PM
This. Is. Awesome. This fic keeps getting better and better. KUTGW and WTNCU? I can beta when joshua can't.

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
19th July 2005, 11:33 PM
It'll be here tonight, have patience. A few hours at the most.


~*CB*~

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
20th July 2005, 2:02 AM
~Chapter 9: Remnants~


~Regirock~

I was now feeling completely helpless. There was no one left to help me. If I could beat the Sovereigns, it would have to be an all-out battle. I decided my best bet was to continue destroying the Scorched Slab that Groudon gained strength from.

I turned to the Meteor, and examined it as I passed by it. Steam was rising out of it. I wondered if there could possibly be anymore energy contained in it. If there was, perhaps I could get enough strength to conquer the Sovereigns. I lumbered over to it slowly, thinking over my plan and considering the consequences. I stopped in front of it, now doubtful that this would work. But, I had nothing left to lose, so I may as well try it.

I climbed into the center of the cracked boulder. I planted my feet firmly in the stone beneath me. Nothing happened. I waited patiently for any sudden rush of power, and indication that I was becoming stronger. After several minutes, I grew bored and irritated. I dislodged my feet, and sat down.

I was rather confused right now; sapping energy from rocks was not my specialty. A vague thought formed; perhaps if the rock were whole again, the energy would circulate better, and eventually lead to my legs. I dug my feet into the jagged orange coating around the actual stone once more.

I issued a command in my mind; Move all energy to legs. I felt energy stream through my body, whipping at my organs like snakes. It flowed out through my feet, and throughout the meteorite. I contacted the freely flowing energy, and pushed it over my head. The stone walls closed over me slowly, and darkness surrounded me. I searched the top for a crack, and found it quickly. I sent the energy from both sides crossing over, blending the stone together. I let my hold go, and waited. The Meteorite did not collapse.

Satisified, I scanned the internal walls with my mind, taking hold over all the energy. I found much more than I had put in, which is what I was hoping for. I pulled it all towards me, though slowly; I wasn't comfortable over-exerting myself in a pitch black rock.

Power coursed through me, some being absrobed by my organs and limbs. Quite suddenly, I felt all the power leave the walls around me. My head throbbed; there was too much energy within me to bear. My eyes blurred, and my arms flailed involuntarily. I tried to dislodge my feet, or at least try to let some of the energy leave my body, but nothing happened. Overwhelmed, I sent energy shooting out through my eyes. It broke a hole in the wall in front of me. Bright sunlight poured in, blinding me for a moment. Feeling stable, I broke the sediment around my feet, and ambled forward.

I climbed through the hole. It was high, though, and I tripped as I passed through. I collided with the ground outside, green grass invading my eyes. I pulled my head upward, balancing myself with my sharpened arms. There was a slight green tint in my vision, no doubt caused by the grass's fluids. I scraped at my eyes with my pointed hands, getting the residue off. After ten minutes of this tedious work, I could see clearly again.

I looked around; in the excitement of my recent power surge, I had quite forgotten what I was planning on. My small eyes landed on the glimmering sea ahead of me, and I suddenly decided to release Regice. I may not have been able to with my normal power, but with this power boost, I may have enough strength to break through the abnormally strong stone chamber.

I walked over to the sparkling water, and felt around mentally for stone at the sea floor. The search didn't take long, as the ocean was quite shallow at that point. I fused my mind with it, and pushed it upward in a long line. I couldn't see Regice's tomb, but I felt the stone stop, and I assumed that I had reached the island.

I walked along the path, scanning the horizon for any stone protrusions. Several times, I tottered a little, my feet unbalanced on the skinny stone path. But, after a few minutes of aimless wandering, I saw a lump of magma. I quickened my pace, knowing it was Regice's new home. The path beneath me began to crumble slightly. I wasn't concerned. It was probably just crumbling because of the prolonged exposure to fresh air.

But then as I neared the cave, the path rose in the air. Now I was sure something was wrong. I looked around, and my eyes caught sight of the oh-so-familiar figure of Groudon. I sighed inwardly, wondering if Groudon would ever give up. The path dipped to the left slowly; Groudon was savoring my helplessness. But I wasn't helpless this time.

I connected my mind to the stone I was stumbling on, and pulled it into a straight position. I distinctly saw Groudon's face twitch in surprise. It doubled its efforts as soon as it realized it was losing control. I pulled harder as well, not letting myself lose to Groudon as my brothers had. Groudon was too strong, though. The path was slowly yet surely tilting in Groudon's direction.

Forgetting the battle, I ran back along the way I had come. The landscape around me blurred. I stopped, and felt my momentum carry me forward. I was running far more quickly than I ever had before. Astonished, I continued my sprint, and found land in barely under a minute.

I couldn't even see Groudon at this point. I knew it was coming, though, so I dashed toward the Meteorite. I passed it in a second, but I caught sight of it right as I passed it. It resembled a cave now that it was whole again. Perhaps when this conflict was over, I'd go back and model it into a home away from home of sorts.

I rushed through Fallarbor, but I felt myself slowing down a little. I must be spending too much energy running. I slowed down to a quick jog, conserving this power. It was far too helpful to waste on an escape.

I was halfway through Fallarbor Forest when a great fire wall rose in front of me. I stopped before being incinerated by it, and looked back. Groudon was walking towards me. I was quite confused as to how it caught up with me so quickly.

Groudon stopped, and shot flaming balls into the air. They rose up, and then arched gracefully downward toward me. The air around them simmered; these were lethally hot fireballs. I braced myself, ready for what I hoped would be my final fight with Groudon.


~*CB*~

Dark Assasin
20th July 2005, 2:02 AM
Cool,I can wait and I see that you've changed your sig.

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
20th July 2005, 2:06 AM
Hm, is this one too short? It seems much shorter than the other 8...


~*CB*~

billy5772
20th July 2005, 2:26 AM
Groudon stopped, and shoot flaming balls into the air.

shoot to shot

Flawless in the G/S departments otherwise! Great suspense you've built at the end of this chapter. Now that Regirock has found a new source of power, he may stand a chance. I'm excited to see this final battle between him and groudon. I think I know what the outcome will be, but we'll see.

Good chapter.

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
20th July 2005, 2:30 AM
Fixed. And that battle will be a long one, and it'll be posted on Thursday. I'd write it tomorrow, but I've got X-Rays to do tomorrow(I've got scoliosys. And I hate it...), so I won't have time. So Thursday it is.


~*CB*~

lone_wolf816
21st July 2005, 9:10 PM
nice chapter! it was short but it didnt really matter!

jeris est
22nd July 2005, 7:47 PM
And that battle will be a long one, and it'll be posted on Thursday.
Its Friday. :(

Quanyails
22nd July 2005, 8:00 PM
You said Absrobed instead of absorbed! And by the way, I'd rate your Fic 9 out of 10! which is 4.5/5!

whiteabsol
22nd July 2005, 9:11 PM
Great story so far. Can't wait for the next !

Swampert627
23rd July 2005, 1:12 AM
Wow, this THE COLEST THING I HAVE EVER READ IN MY WHOLE LIFE! this sure beats the heck out of the other fanfics. not that the others on the forums are bad, but...........................
Anyway, there are some typos, but you have to be a n00b to notice those over all of the other things. I give it 5 out of 5! The suspense is awesome! Well, not suspense, but the plot. the best part is that my first game was ruby (sad, isn't it) so i was always wondering about the past of the hooenn region. This isn't the real past (or is it) but it will do ! Ohg well, im just blabbing away. You have a fan in me and everyone else here.

One last thing. Before rocky over there battles groudon, can i have a regiburger?

Sike Saner
23rd July 2005, 5:40 AM
Ah...So, Regirock is intent on freeing Regice first...and not Registeel...Gee, I wonder why? :p Nah, I know Regirock cares about both of the others equally, no matter how obnoxious they can be at times.

I eagerly anticipate the battle between Regirock and Groudon...although, Regirock had better hope for its sake that the fight doesn't turn out the way it does when my Groudon gets a hold of a Regirock... ;)

Drayano
23rd July 2005, 12:01 PM
Should have guessed you'd do something like this. The battle with Groudon looks like it's going to be good.

I didn't read TSOTC after. I'll read the remake if you do it though.

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
23rd July 2005, 6:19 PM
I really hate to disappoint, but I'm going on vacation in a few hours, so I won't be able to write the next Chapter for week and a few days:(. I want to do this Chapter justice, so I don't want to write it in right now, because that would ruin the suspence. So, when I get back, I will work long and hard on the next Chapter, and make sure it has NO typoes and is the longest Chapter yet. Once again, I'm sorry I can't do it now, but I will definitely get back on track the moment I get back.


~*CB*~

lone_wolf816
23rd July 2005, 7:46 PM
I really hate to disappoint, but I'm going on vacation in a few hours, so I won't be able to write the next Chapter for week and a few days:(. I want to do this Chapter justice, so I don't want to write it in right now, because that would ruin the suspence. So, when I get back, I will work long and hard on the next Chapter, and make sure it has NO typoes and is the longest Chapter yet. Once again, I'm sorry I can't do it now, but I will definitely get back on track the moment I get back.


~*CB*~

Thats ok i can wait!

dark-rukario
28th July 2005, 6:19 AM
gotta keep this place alive plz post people just because cb`s on vacation dosnt mean we can let this place die post post like the wind ;rukario;

billy5772
28th July 2005, 4:53 PM
gotta keep this place alive plz post people just because cb`s on vacation dosnt mean we can let this place die post post like the wind

Actually, since the forum has over 30 pages of threads, it's not likely at all that this thread will be pruned, so there's really no need to "post like the wind". That's gonna end up turning into spam, and spammed-up threads are more likely to be deleted than one that simply isn't updated for a little while.

dark-rukario
28th July 2005, 8:40 PM
no spaming is like

come to d2 items.com making you godly since 1963

thats spam ;rukario;

armaldo
28th July 2005, 10:50 PM
Of topic from what your guys are talking about, I really like this fic, it's the greatest fic ever in my opinion, because I can acully inmagine a real climax with music & stuff like a movie.

dark-rukario
29th July 2005, 1:21 AM
that happens to me every time i read something like this ;rukario;

lone_wolf816
29th July 2005, 4:51 AM
my imagination kicks in well all the time:D

-;133;

SM
1st August 2005, 11:46 PM
Hey. =D I really think that this is really cool and all. *awaits next chapter*

Ice_Scyther
4th August 2005, 5:07 PM
this is really good! Who will win?????? And.... has anyone wondered if the legendary birds will be in this?

Missingno. Master
9th August 2005, 9:05 AM
Yeah... Yeah, that is a good point...

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
11th August 2005, 1:53 AM
~Chapter 10: Desperation~


~Regirock~

There wasn't much time for me to react. The scorching spheres plummeted toward me rapidly. Struck by sudden inspiration, I found the points where my arms connected to my upper body. I surrounded the joints with my mental energy, constricting the connection. Then, I crushed the bond, and my arms hung loosely at my side, held up by a cord of power.

Without my arms bound to one place, I focused my mind on moving the tendrils of power upward. My arms rose quickly, as though nothing had happened. I rolled my eyes repeatedly, burning the action into my mind. When I had memorized that motion, I applied it to my arms. They rotated slowly at first, but picked up speed and became blurs quickly.

The fireballs glowed menacingly, drawing nearer. Using the last of my excess power, I flooded my legs with power. Crouching deeply, I pushed off from the ground. I rocketed into the air, toward the oncoming flame ball. I targeted the center of the comet-like flame, and moved my left arm to that point.

The collision sent shock pulsing through my arm. I ignored the searing agony coursing through my drilling limb, and lunged my arm through the ball. Flames dribbled down my side as the ball separated. All my momentum gone, I dropped downward, falling like a stone. I stared upward, making sure I had finished the attack acceptably. Sure enough, the last wisps of fire were dissolving, the wind overpowering them.

A huge pain in my legs told me I had landed. My eyes blurred from the impact, and I was stunned for a moment. I stood still, waiting for my vision to return. As my eyes cleared, I lowered my head, and observed my surroundings. Many of the trees were on fire, the bright flames licking the air. I heard a screech of pain behind me, and turned around. A young Ledyba was in a tree, cowering in a nest beneath the flames.

Trying hard to keep my arm connected to my body, I swung it back, and swept forward. The rush of air sent dirt rocketing towards the tree where the Ledyba hid. For a moment, the soot blocked my view of the tree. But the dust cleared in a few second's time, and the Ledyba, its crimson hide dulled from the dust, now sat in a charred tree. Ledyba rubbed its eyes with its knobbly fists, releasing soil from them. Nonetheless, it squeaked a thanks at me.

I had begun to return a message when something crashed into my back. I was thrust forward toward the tree. Ledyba tittered, and took flight. I crashed against the dead oak tree, causing it to snap. I opened my eyes, but I couldn't see out of my middle eye. The impact had knocked out my sight there.

Enraged, I turned to face Groudon. Dust floated around in front of me, sticking to my eyes as it drew near. Not bothered about that, I tried to see what Groudon was doing. It seemed to be scrutinizing me. A tree lay between us, its roots ripped and mutilated. Groudon had thrown a tree at me!

Even angrier, I searched for a rock anywhere nearby, hoping to attack unexpectedly. I found a patch of dirt that seemed to have rocks scattered around it. I tried to raise my arm to lift the rocks, but nothing happened. I looked at my right side, and saw, horror swirling in my head, that my arm was no longer connected to my body. It lay limply, crushed beneath the tree.

I attempted to raise my other arm, but, again, nothing happened. Knowing what I was about to see, I looked and found another blank stretch of rock where my arm once was. Unlike my other arm, it seemed to have parted company with my torso right when the tree hit; it lay between Groudon's large legs.

Without my arms, I had almost no power over the ground around me. I felt around for my right arm, and found it. I tried to move it upward and reconnect it, but it just twitched hopelessly. I didn't bother for a second attempt, for a second tree was hurtling at me. It was too large for me to avoid, and too low for me to duck under.

The dust in the air flew upwards as the tree passed through it. A sudden brain wave hit me; the dust was earth, and if I could compress it, it mght form a barrier! It was a long shot, but I stretched my mind outward toward the dust, and tried to mold it. I could see the dust drifting vaguely to a center point. Desperate, I strained hard into pushing it faster. It picked up speed slightly, and began to solidify, but not quickly enough.

A whine of panic in my head, I sent power streaming out my working eyes and sculpted a shield of solidified dust. The tree crashed into it, and with a sickening cracking, broke the shield into a million pieces and sent the dirt shards cascading back to the ground. The shield, however, had saved me; the tree's momentum had halted when it hit the obstacle, and it thudded heavily on the ground.

Groudon growled in anger, and sent a jet of flame soaring toward me. Unable to generate the energy to make another barrier, I dropped backwards. My face burned beneath the intense flames, but that was it. I felt the fire pass over my legs without touching them. When the flames ceased, I tried to raise myself up. But without arms, this was impossible. Groudon seemed to have noticed, and started stomping forward. I felt the ground beneath me shake as Groudon's feet pounded the ground.

I thrashed my legs around pointlessly, trying to grab onto something. Moments later, the darkening night sky was replaced by Groudon's lower body. It growled deeply in self-satisfaction as it titled its head down to see me lying helplessly there. Groudon raised its foot, and crushed my face brutally with its huge foot. Pain shot across my face once more, and I felt something splinter. Groudon stepped back to admire its result. Two more of my eyes had gone black, both at the bottom of the left section of eyes. One at the upper right area was slightly blurred as well.

I felt cold air rushing into my throat area, and knew that part of me had cracked. No blood came out; I could not bleed. But pain burned on both sides of the crevasse. Thoroughly enjoying my helpless state, Groudon raised its foot again, this time ready to kill. In a last ditch attempt to escape, I titled my body to the left, and hurled myself to the right. I began rolling down the hill that lead to the Fallarbor Desert.

Groudon howled in frustration, and slammed its giant foot into the ground. Cracks appeared before me, blocking my progress. A ramp appeared before me. Applying basic physics to the problem, I dug my feet into the ground. I now was sliding head first at the ramp. I shot off it, and pushed my head forward. Just as I had hoped, I flipped in midair. I landed with a bone-jarring thunk, and took great care not to stumble forward. Steadying myself, I ran slowly forward.

I was a slow runner, but Groudon's weight made it even slower. I moved as fast as I could, my body unbalanced from the lack of arms. I saw shifting sand in front of me, and knew I had reached the Desert. I waded through the dunes, trying to blend in with the sand. I heard booming footsteps behind me, and saw Groudon appear from behind a great ledge that separated two paths. Its eyes scanned the sand, looking around eagerly for me.

I ambled forward, not wanting to trip and render myself helpless again. I wouldn't be able to roll to safety in the sand. My feet started sinking suddenly. I felt my legs swallowed by sand. I looked down, and saw the sand around me rippling. Quicksand!

I didn't struggle against it, but tried to move forward, wading steadily. Quite suddenly, my entire body just dropped through. But my eyes saw clear blue water all around me. Knowing what was happening, I stared downward, looking for the perpetrator. Sure enough, Kyogre was flying through the water toward me. Gasping silently, I kicked and pushed my body away from its gaping mouth. I felt Kyogre's body pressing against mine, and we flew straight out of the water.

As we flew into the air, I tumbled backward over Kyogre's sleek body. But Kyogre arched forward, and stopped my fall. Kyogre seemed to be helping me. Bewildered, I stared at it as we fell toward the sand. Then, Kyogre rolled over, and I was beneath it. The water beneath us vanished. I quickly understood that Kyogre wasn't helping me; it was planning to plow me into the ground! If the impact didn't hurt enough, the massive body crushing me would shatter my stone body.

Panicked, I tried rolling again. At first, I stayed in the same spot, but then I felt myself slanting to the right. I kept rolling, pushing myself in that direction. We hit the ground, but not together. The impact startled me, but I saw that Kyogre had landed inches away. It groaned pitifully, the impact hurting it as well.

Not even bothering to attack, I moved toward the grassy plain on the other side of the desert. My speed increased as I moved along solid ground. But Groudon was close behind; its footsteps were louder and more powerful than when it had been chasing me, which meant it was nearer. They stopped abruptly, though. I kept running, but then decided Groudon was readying an attack, and I should know what it was. I turned about just in time to see an avalanche of lava flowing toward me.

Grass burned away on contact. This time, I had no solution. Anything I hid behind would melt, I couldn't climb any trees, and I had no energy to harden the magma or jump above it. Resigned to the worst, I gave in, and stood there. The burning material flowed across my legs. My mind felt like it was going to burst. The incinerating temperature of the lava was beyond anything I had ever felt before. I writhed in agony, shaking my head violently from side to side, trying to distract myself from the intense heat. Nothing worked, and the lava hurt just as much as before. After 30 long seconds, the pain ended, and the magma hardened.

My feet were trapped beneath it, meaning I, myself, was trapped. Groudon loomed over me. This time, it didn't want to kill me. It kicked me with its left foot. I flew backward, my spinal link bending dangerously. Praying my feet would break through, I felt the back of my head touch the hardened lava. Then I sprang forward, and wobbled on the spot until I was still again. I looked up weakly, and saw glowing claws flying at me. Too weak to lean away, I felt them connect with my head and slide off.

Miraculously, my head hadn't shattered, but it felt ready to. Groudon swept its hand behind me, and slammed into my body. It scooped me upward, and the force broke me free of the dense black lava. I sat upright wearily as Groudon raised me to its face. For one painful moment, I thought it was going to eat me. But it just blew a minute stream of flames at me. They scorched my sides, and I shook involuntarily. Groudon rumbled with mirth.

I clutched at the final dregs of my power, and sent a withering beam of light through my working eyes. Groudon's eyes narrowed in anger. In an instant, it threw me back into the desert. Wind beat my body as I rocketed toward the sand. My face slammed into it, and it ached more than ever. Sand invaded the crack in my torso. It didn't bother me; perhaps it would harden there eventually and mend my wound. Knowing I was going to die soon, I lay there, enjoying my final moments of life, lying in the soothing sand.

Then, a blast of water threw me backwards. Straining pointlessly, I sat up, my beaten eyes looking around. Kyogre and groudon were side by side. Groudon sent another burst of lava at me. But, it fell short, and bubbled in front of me. Groudon's eyes glowed white, and it formed a circle around me.

Knowing what was about to happen, I stood shakily, and tried to run. I was too winded and wounded to do so, though, and fell to my knees after a few steps. The lava rose in a familiar dome around me. It bubbled over me, mocking my helplessness. I heard it hissing, and knew water was hardening it. The dome turned brown, and I was trapped.

I didn't give up, though. I sat down, and rested. My brothers had overexerted themselves. If I stayed calm and let myself regain energy, I wouldn't shut down as they had. I drifted off into sleep, at peace at last. I woke up hours later, and felt considerably better. I felt power gathering in my bruised skull. I searched the sand beneath me for a rock I could use to chisel my way out, or at least one I could use to rebuild my arms. I found a round piece of stone a few yards beneath me. I raised it up, and saw it break the surface.

All of a sudden, I felt my mind ache and burst with pain. Power flew away, exiting my body somehow. I felt myself draining, and let my mind carry itself with the escaping energy. I saw the vague out line of Groudon, to whom the energy was escaping. I pulled my mind back, and realized Groudon was siphoning energy from me so I would shut down as well. I struggled viciously against the pull of its mind. It was no use, though. Even though I was stronger now, Groudon still had the advantage. My body was soon empty of any strength.

I gazed blankly at the wall before me, not seeing it. I fell back, and a thought somehow formed in my deadened brain.

The last of the Titans, the last hope for Earth, will be gone. I won't be able to help unless I am set free. But there is no escape from here. I'll be here for an eternity, possibly. The Earth is doomed...

The word doomed was the last one to weave through my mind. My vision faded, and I shut down, leaving the Earth for Groudon and Kyogre to dominate...

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The next Chapter will be the defeat of Kyogre and Groudon, and Regirock's defeat plays a significant part in it. The next Chapter will be up on Saturday. Hope you enjoy the long overdue Chapter!


~*CB*~

lone_wolf816
11th August 2005, 6:23 PM
Anotherr magnifecent chapter CB!!!!!!! it took a while to make but thats ok.
keep it up!!
Will the legendary dogs defeat kyogre and groudon?

;133;

fhqwhgads
11th August 2005, 7:05 PM
I dropped downward, falling like a stone.
He IS a stone. Other then that...'metaphor?' It was awesome! So is the next chappy the last?

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
11th August 2005, 7:09 PM
He IS a stone. Other then that...'metaphor?' It was awesome! So is the next chappy the last?
No, there's more. This was part one of a three part Fic. There will be a Part about humans domesticating Pokémon, and thus reawakening the Regis. Wanting revenge, they'll reawaken Groudon and Kyogre, but be unable to handle them. Part three will involve the second war, and the end of it.*Biggest Spoiler* --> There will be a death involved. <-- *Biggest Spoiler* This is all going to be in this thread, by the way.


~*CB*~

Sike Saner
11th August 2005, 7:48 PM
Blood and black feathers...Regirock really got put through the wringer there...My inner sadist is pleased. :D It really put up a good fight though, hanging in there for a long time against Groudon's assaults. You've really managed to make me appreciate Regirock as a character. :D

Ah, so this is a three-parter, is it? I'm actually writing one of those myself right now. It'll be fun to see how this story progresses, now knowing a little more about how it will be formatted (and especially since, no, I couldn't leave the spoiler bars alone...A death, you say? Again, my inner sadist is pleased.).

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
13th August 2005, 11:43 PM
I'm terribly sorry, but I won't be able to post the finalé tonight, either. My sister and grandparents departed on a road trip a week ago, and they are returning tonight, so I'm obligated to give them a warm welcome and such. There'll probably be a party-esque celebration as well, meaning I'll have no time to write the new Chapter. Again, I'm deeply sorry, but I'll do it tomorrow.


~*CB*~

Oromis
15th August 2005, 8:49 AM
Cool. But you did have one typo and a few grammar errors. Insted of "my feet starting sinking rapidly", try "my feet started sinking rapidly".

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
21st August 2005, 2:33 AM
~Chapter 11: The Miracle of Time~


~Latios~

Tears dripped down my bloody face. My sister's lifeless body sagged in my arms, a hole penetrating her beautiful crimson hide. In an instant, the Tyrnaitar we had been fighting had snatched life away from her. Enraged, I hovered upward, and looked down. The sandstorm Tyranitar had shrouded itself with made it difficult for me to see. I could barely hear over the howling winds, either.

The wind roared particularly violently at that point, and I fell to the ground. My face hit the soft grass hard, skinning my neck. Ignoring the pain in my limp left leg, I raised my head determinedly and looked around for the beast. Quite suddenly, an oscillating ray of energy shot from my right, and blasted me into the air. I let out a high pitched screech as pain tore through my bruised and battered body.

I landed feet from a formerly peaceful lake, and didn't even try to get up. Pounding footsteps told me that Tyranitar was approaching. Fleetingly, I saw a small green form pass above me, but as I lifted my head to examine it, the thing vanished. Ahead of me, a black shadow moved steadily toward me. I sat there, awaiting my death. I had put up a noble fight, so as long as Tyranitar had been crippled from my relentless attacks, I had done my job.

But as this thought passed through my head, the green form appeared in front of me. It was Celebi.

Latios, where is Latias? Celebi inquired urgently.

She's....dead, I thought, my head throbbing painfully. Tears gathered in my eyes once more. My sister.....I had known her all my life. How could she have left me so quickly, so soon? I didn't even see how it happened.....

My thoughts were interrupted as Celebi was engulfed in flames. It shrieked and thrashed, trapped within a vortex of heat. The flames intensified, and Celebi was pushed backwards. It left my field of sight right as Tyranitar entered it. Its smelly foot rested by my head, the smell of blood emanating from it.

It laughed deeply, and said in a low pitched voice, So this is how the great Latios dies, begging for mercy at my feet.

I'm not begging and I never will. I shall die with honor, and begging for life would shame my death. I doubt you would even allow me to live!

Tyranitar merely laughed again at my words. You're right, I would kill you anyway. It would greatly amuse me, though, to see you, a powerful guardian of Celebi, begging for my mercy. Me, a common Pok&#233;mon! No extraordinary talent whatsoever.....

Shut your mouth! You are a gifted Pok&#233;mon, feigning modesty won't make you any stronger! Tyranitar laughed at this too. I was growing quite tired of its rumbling chuckles.

Well, I must say, you put up a better fight than your sister...

Don't you dare insult my sister! I said, raging inside. I let out a powerful Luster Purge, trying to blind Tyranitar. Yet another laugh reached my ears, and Tyranitar thought through the white light.

Your pain seems to have made you forgetful. Psychic attacks have no effect on me. Tyranitar inhaled, and the light rushed into its huge body. The sand pounded on my eyes. I would be blind soon, but it no longer mattered.

Well, this was quite a fun conversation, but I really do have to kill you, Tyranitar said airily.

Fine, do it and be done with it. But I should warn you, Kyogre's satisfaction will be temporary. It may seem happy with you at the time, but you will be nothing more than another minion to it in a few days, I said defiantly. For the first time, rage crossed Tyranitar's face.

Silence! Kyogre will adore me as a brother for having killed the two guardians of Celebi, Tyranitar said. It raised its foot, and crushed my skull beneath it. Unimaginable pain shot through me for a moment, and my entire body stiffened, but my body went limp as my soul departed from my body.



~Celebi~


I saw blood ooze from Latios's dead body, as Tyranitar smiled in happiness. Enraged, I sent a cascade of Leech Seeds at Tyranitar. They burst open and surrounded Tyranitar with vines. Energy was quickly sapped from Tyranitar, and little scarlet orbs flew to my body. I felt myself growing stronger, and my body rose off the ground, my strength returning. Tyranitar, on the other hand, fell on its back, gasping and writhing. I increased the strength of my Leech Seeds, and Tyranitar's very soul was sucked into my body. Tyranitar gasped, and went still.

The wind died down, and the sand carried along it fell to the ground. Latios's and Latias's bodies were not too far apart, separated by a couple of yards. Sadly, I picked up Latios's blood-soaked body mentally and floated it over to Latias's. They laid side by side, two siblings killed in an instant. Furious, I sent a beam of Grass energy at Tyranitar and sent it rolling into the lake. I watched it sink to the bottom, vines flailing as it sank. There was no point in staying here. I floated upwards, and flew to Lilycove Ocean. Kyogre often rested there.

Sure enough, its fat blue form floated on the surface of the new ocean. Its stomach was facing the sky, and its eyes were closed lazily. Snarling, I sent a Leech Seed flying at it. It bounced of harmlessly, the released vines scrabbling pointlessly at its thick hide. Kyogre awoke, and stared up at me.

Get up, you lazy oaf! Why have you killed Latios and Latias?! I spat vehemently.

Kyogre gazed at me thickly, and said, They have power you know not. Have you ever noticed there colors are the same as Kyogre's and that despicable abomination Groudon?

That's pure coincidence. Wynauts are blue and Entei is red, but that does not make them equals, I shot back, still seething.

Kyogre did not seem to notice that I was furious, and said, But that is different. Latios and Latias are essentially the same, excluding their colors and personalities. Something about Kyogre's voice troubled me. It was far more contented and lazy than I remembered. It was usually harsh and forceful. But its words intrigued me.

Are you saying they are related to you? I asked, my anger fading slightly.

Kyogre evaluated me once more, and said gently, They were our guardians, originally. But something went wrong, and they did not hate each other as that giant lump and I do. They were bonding, happy and loving. We were angry, and we tried to kill them. They fled, and have evaded us ever since. I have finally killed them, though. Something Groudon hasn't done, I notice. A note of smugness entered its thoughts as the word Groudon reached me.

Well, if that's all you wanted, I'll be off now. Kyogre turned it back on me and drifted sleepily away. Baffled at its mild manner, I flew away as well. But, as my eyes left Kyogre, something ice cold hit my back. I became immobile, and a block of ice surrounded me. I fell, and miraculously landed on one of the few islands left. Kyogre laughed, its voice evil and violent once more.

You foolish creature! You've known me for years, you should've known I was fooling you with my politeness! Angry once more, I didn't reply. The ice was numbing my mind, and all I could move was my eyes. Kyogre dove down, and made a flying leap over me. Desperately, I rolled my eyes at it. Kyogre froze in mid-air; I had stopped the time flow of the air around it.

Oh how clever, Kyogre thought contemptously, You know, if you're such a masterful time controller, why have you not rewound to a point before the war?

That's well outside my capabilities, I replied firmly, And I even if I could, it would be futile. I came into existance after you and Groudon, so if I tried to rewind to before the time when you were created, I would erase myself from history before I got there, and I may not be created a second time. History can easily be changed; entirely different species of Pok&#233;mon could be created from the four Sovereigns, and I may not be one of them. I would remain the concept of time, not able to do anything but let moments slide by me. You are not unintelligent Kyogre, you should know that.

You're right, and because I am intelligent, I know that if you were to rewind the ice behind you and send it back into my own body, you would have to release your hold over the air around me, and I would crush you, Kyogre observed shrewdly. It was quite right, but Kyogre had overlooked one thing.

You are right, but if I were to rewind or speed up the air surrounding you, you would be carried along with it. Keeping my hold over the air while rewinding it would take much energy, and much diligence so I can be sure the two processes won't intersect, but it is quite possible. Kygore merely glared at me after this. I did as I had said, and rewound the air while keeping it frozen. Kyogre drifted away from me, as though flying. A few feet away, I let my hold drop, and Kyogre plunged into the water.

Quickly, I sped up the melting process of the ice around me, watching it ooze down over my body as water. It disappeared moments before Kyogre leapt above me again. Not even remotely worried, I rewound myself, and felt myself flutter back to the area where three mighty Pok&#233;mon had met their ends. I knew I had to revive Latios and Latias. Kygore had let slip that they have power beyond what I knew; power enough to defeat the two Titans, perhaps.

I focused first on Latias. Her body shot upwards, a reversal of her fall from the sky. Blood seeped back into her mutilated body, and the hole in her chest mended. She began flying, backwards, away from the scene, a determined look on her face. I held her high above me, and turned to Latios.

I rewound him as well. He twitched around for a moment, talking to the Tyranitar who wasn't there. A burst of light appeared before him, and was sucked into his own mouth. He tumbled over to Latias's previous resting place, tears jumping into his eyes. His head raised slowly, watching a fall that I had reversed. He began swerving violently from side to side, taking a battering from Tyranitar. Eventually, he too floated backwards. Alongside Latias, I stopped him, and let my hold over the two cease.

Looks of shock crossed their face; a second before then, the image of an angry Tyranitar and a raging sandstorm was imbedded in their mind, and now nothing was there except me.

Don't be alarmed; you two were killed by the Tyranitar you were about to face, and I rewound you to a point where you were alive and well again. Despite my reassurance, they looked positively alarmed at this.

I ignored this, and as they floated downward to face me, I asked them, Kyogre mentioned that you too share power of theirs. Can you defeat them with this power, or is it just what makes you exceptional? They exchanged a glance. Latias closed her eyes, and I knew she was examining her mind.

I waited patiently, and after a minute, she opened them and replied, I was given Groudon's power, and it seems to be able to calm Kyogre and subdue it. Latios's energy must do the same for Kyogre.

I was a bit taken aback at this; Kyogre and Groudon were bent on destroying each other, why would they use such a peaceful method to defeat each other? The most likely answer was that giving killing power would weaken them too much, so this was as close as they could get.

But.....the energy is what sustains us. Exhausting it and defeating the Titans would kill us.... Latios said in a quavering voice. My mind seemed to go blank. This war truly was a horrible thing; if Kyogre and Groudon continued fighting, we would probably die. If Latios and Latias ended it, they would die.

Before I replied, Latias interjected, her voice unnaturally hard, That is the way war goes. There must be sacrifices, no matter which side triumphs. No war ends without lives being taken along the way, and if it is our deaths that will end this war, then I am willing and ready to do it. All I need....is Latios's promise that he will die alongside me. Her voice was steady, but she sounded as though she was fighting back tears as she thought this. Latios wasn't as strong-willed, and burst into tears at her last statement.

As his tears pelted the ground, he replied, Alright....I will die, and end this war for the sake of all the Pok&#233;mon of the world.

Latias took his hand, and smiled at him. Latios's eyes still sparkled with tears, but he smiled back. Unexpectedly, Latias turned to me, and hugged me. Now I felt my own resolve fading, and tears sprang to my eyes. I hugged her, too. Latios joined in, his majestic head resting on my shoulder.

All I can say is thank you, for being such loyal servants. For being such noble heroes.......For being such faithful friends..... The two smiled at me, their grief forgotten for a brief moment. And together, they took off. I followed, half-hoping Kyogre and Groudon were miles apart. But Latios and Latias knew what they were doing, and after a couple of minutes of flying, we found them ramming each other in the middle of Sootopolis Sea.

Latios and Latias floated above the two, and closed their eyes. They glowed a brilliant white color, and the two Titans turned to see. Their mouths opened, and a shimmering red color escaped Latias's mouth. A gleaming blue color traveled out of Latios's. The two separated. Latias shuddered, but did not stop the process. She moved above Groudon, and sent her energy to the middle of the two fighting Pok&#233;mon. Latios sat there above Kyogre, his magnificent indigo energy moving towards Latias's.

At a foot between them, the two stopped, and widened. The power morphed into two spheres, sparkling in the twilight sky. They hardened, and became two balls of energy. Kyogre's eyes glowed red, and Groudon's blazed blue. The two lowered their heads, and looked at each other. They gave great roars, and submerged themselves. The glow of the orbs illuminated the ocean, and I saw mounds of rock form above the two Titans, preserving them in a cave.

Latias's and Latios's bodies trembled, and burst apart into a million glittering sparks. They twirled together, soft screeches echoing from the epicenter. They twirled faster and faster, until a smaller, darker orb was made. It floated to me, and I grasped it in my hands. It glowed with warmth, as though warmed by the purest rays of sunlight. Indistinct forms shifted within it, and I inexplicably knew it was the souls of my lost companions.

Meanwhile, the two Orbs that had soothed Kyogre and Groudon were floating away, in a northwestern direction. They were probably heading for Pyre Mountain; it was the holding place of all souls, and there were certainly many souls lost in this war. As their brilliant colors faded away, the sky returned to its normal dusky darkness. I was alone in the middle of the sky, holding the souls of my best friends.

I floated away, flying to a faraway place. It was in the middle of the ocean, miles and miles away from the nearest landmass. I reached it surprisingly quickly. Descending slowly, I found a field in a deep forest. No Pok&#233;mon lived here; it was too remote. I landed in the center of the field, and found a pedestal waiting for me. In spite of my grief, I smiled. Latios and Latias had been strongly connected to this island; it must have changed as Latios and Latias died.

I placed this orb on the pedestal, and it sparkled like the morning dew. Missing them now more than ever, I sat down at the front of the pedestal. My job was done, and I had little to do but wait for life to return to normal. I closed my eyes, and allowed my body to shut down. It meant little to me; I scarcely cared that I would not see sunlight for hundreds of years, that the happy cries of cheerful Pok&#233;mon would no longer brighten my day. The war had ended, and that was all that mattered.



As I have said, this is far from the end of this Fic. I will still update regularly here, hard at work on the next section of the story. But for now, enjoy the final&#233;!


~*CB*~

Joshua - Shadow Brigadier
21st August 2005, 3:02 AM
OMG!

That is fantastic! I found no errors while reading through it, and it was great! I never once could tear my eyes from the screen!

*calms himself* I must commend you on using the Lati@s so brilliantly, and for well understanding Celebi's limited control over time. All and all, a fantastic finale to this part, and I look forward to the next one.

Joshua

Quick X
21st August 2005, 4:12 AM
Great job, Commander Blizzard, I absolutely LOVE the way you write. The way you write makes me sorta feel like I'm there. THAT MAY SOUND SORTA WIERD. Anyway, Great Job.

Tetra Seleno
21st August 2005, 4:48 AM
... oh wow.

Lovely fic! It's a shame I didn't read this sooner, but at least I have the next two parts of the trilogy to look forward to.

So... what to say. The only constructive things I have to say about the finale is that you misspelled Groudon - I can't remember where, but I did catch that mispelling - and using too many ellipses looks kind of unprofessional.

But still. Wow. Very, very lovely fic. I don't think I've ever read a fic where the main characters were the Regis... you portrayed them as people worth cheering for, which makes their defeat even more tragic.

Please, please continue writing. I wish you luck with the remainder of the trilogy.

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
21st August 2005, 10:17 AM
Thanks Joshua. I've found a few mistakes here and there, actually(despicalbe, exclduing) but I've fixed them.

Quick X: Glad to hear you liked it.

Tetra Seleno: Well, there aren't many subjects one can write about nowadays. Most topics have already been taken. Even with characters of your own, there's only so much you can do before it begins to follow the path of another Fic. I thought the Regis would be an interesting topic, and an unused one, at that, so I tried it out.
I've been looking, but I can't find that misspelled Groudon. Are you quite sure it was in the finalé?
And, pardon my ignorance, but I'm not familiar with the term 'ellipse'. What does it mean?


~*CB*~

Blue Ditto
21st August 2005, 12:31 PM
Commander Blizzard...you have astounded me.

A story of how Groudon and Kyogre originated, the distant past of the Regi trio, a great war...Hoenn's Legacy is just brilliant. I could literally not keep my eyes away from the screen. Not only is it original, it is exciting, dramatic, even funny. The finalé was perfect; there was nothing pointless in it whatsoever. It all seamlessly blended to create this awesome fan fiction...

...This is /the/ best fiction I have ever read. Period.

Kudos to you, Commander Blizzard.

Tetra Seleno
21st August 2005, 5:12 PM
Thanks Joshua. I've found a few mistakes here and there, actually(despicalbe, exclduing) but I've fixed them.

Quick X: Glad to hear you liked it.

Tetra Seleno: Well, there aren't many subjects one can write about nowadays. Most topics have already been taken. Even with characters of your own, there's only so much you can do before it begins to follow the path of another Fic. I thought the Regis would be an interesting topic, and an unused one, at that, so I tried it out.
I've been looking, but I can't find that misspelled Groudon. Are you quite sure it was in the finalé?
And, pardon my ignorance, but I'm not familiar with the term 'ellipse'. What does it mean?


~*CB*~


Strange. Wonder if I imagined it. O_o;

Oh, ellipses are these: "..." I didn't know what ellipses were either until a friend told me.

fhqwhgads
21st August 2005, 5:40 PM
O
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That was so fricking awesome. I like how you use the Latis. And fitting in Southern Island was cool. What ever happened to Mew?

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
21st August 2005, 6:36 PM
Graveyard Marowak: Well, a reply from an RMTer is a rarity indeed! Thank you for your praise.

Tetra Seleno: Oh, alright. Thanks. Well, that was the only way I could think of to convey a pause in a sentence due to fear/sadness. But yes, now that I look back it does seem a bit much. I'll fix that later, I suppose.

Fhqwhgads: Thanks, glad you liked it.


~*CB*~

Sike Saner
21st August 2005, 8:10 PM
Latios and Latias floated above the two, and closed their eyes. They glowed a brilliant white color, and the two Titans turned to see. Their mouths opened, and a shimmering red color escaped Latias's mouth. A gleaming blue color traveled out of Latios's. The two separated. Latias shuddered, but did not stop the process. She moved above Groudon, and sent her energy to the middle of the two fighting Pokémon. Latios sat there above Kyogre, his magnificent indigo energy moving towards Latias's.

At a foot between them, the two stopped, and widened. The power morphed into two spheres, sparkling in the twilight sky. They hardened, and became two balls of energy. Kyogre's eyes glowed red, and Groudon's blazed blue. The two lowered their heads, and looked at each other. They gave great roars, and submerged themselves. The glow of the orbs illuminated the ocean, and I saw mounds of rock form above the two Titans, preserving them in a cave.

Latias's and Latios's bodies trembled, and burst apart into a million glittering sparks. They twirled together, soft screeches echoing from the epicenter. They twirled faster and faster, until a smaller, darker orb was made. It floated to me, and I grasped it in my hands. It glowed with warmth, as though warmed by the purest rays of sunlight. Indistinct forms shifted within it, and I inexplicably knew it was the souls of my lost companions.

That, right there, is the sort of thing I am always most enthralled to see. Absolutely beautiful, conveying the imagery of the scene as well as its more intangible qualities, its emotion. Now that you've gone and written something like that, there is no hope of being rid of me throughout the rest of this fic. :p I will see it through. All of it, eagerly. Good show, ~*CB*~. Good show indeed. :)

shining-Celebi
22nd August 2005, 4:03 AM
wow, this is the best fic I have ever read! 5/5
I can't wait for the other two parts!

You have an awesome talent for writing!
keep up the good work!^^

lone_wolf816
22nd August 2005, 11:44 PM
Nice clamatic ending!! I like how you used Lati@s for the end and how a new orb whas made! I hope you continue this fic!

;197;

Ice_Scyther
24th August 2005, 4:38 AM
OMG that rocked!!!!! I can't wait to read the next ones!!!!!

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
8th September 2005, 2:18 AM
~Chapter 12: The Mission~

The War was over. Many Pokémon were assigned to the task of repairing damaged battlefields. With all the Pokémon of the world involved, this was an easy task. It was completed within months, and life went on. New species of Pokémon evolved, free of the oppressive reign of the Sovereigns.

Eventually, a new species surfaced; humans. The new species was more intelligent than any living Pokémon. Humans sought to control the Pokémon of the world. They abducted them brutally, snatching them from family and familiar territory.

Over time, the humans grew to recognize Pokémon as creatures of equal intelligence, and sought a more peaceful way to gain their trust. Pokéballs were invented, small capsules which harmlessly compressed the Pokémon's atoms to fit it within the ball. The Pokémon captured grew to adore their Trainers, and a sense of balance between the species returned.

Young Trainers often abandoned their education to capture all the Pokémon of the world. Of all of these hopeful children, the one who has risen above all others is Brendan Birch, son of the famous Professor Birch. He defeated the powerful and renowned Elite 4. After a fierce battle, in which he gained control over the Legendary Pokémon Moltres, a band of collectors summoned him to a well-hidden headquarters situated outside Fallarbor Town.

Recognizing his superior talents, they confided in him information, information withheld even from the great Professor Birch. They had discovered the resting places of three powerful Pokémon, the Sovereigns of Ice, Steel, and Rock. They gave Brendan all the direction he needed to find these three mighty creatures.

After a farewell party in Brendan's hometown, Littleroot Town, he departed in search of his first obstacle, a mythical place rumored to have been created by Rayquaza, the god of the sky. It had no proper name, having been discovered only recently, but it had been temporarily dubbed the Sealed Chamber until further evidence was recovered. And so Brendan's tale unfolds...



~Brendan~


I gazed down at the clear blue water beneath me. I sought a dark patch of water, deeper than the other areas. My Relicanth grunted beneath me as it dodged a jagged boulder penetrating the ocean water. I wobbled dangerously as its small body teetered as it skirted around the stone.

Admittedly, Relicanth wouldn't have been my first choice of transportation; I was much more accustomed to the sleek, powerful body of my Huntail. But my orders were clear. The Sealed Chamber wouldn't open for an ordinary Pokémon. It took a Relicanth to invoke the ancient magic Rayquaza had burned into the cave that guarded the secret of the new Pokémon. It made sense; Relicanth were just as old as Rayquaza, one of the first species ever born. Why a Wailord was needed was beyond me, however. All I knew was that it had to be present if I was to hope to open this passage I was seeking.

"Relicanth, halt!" I cried out. Relicanth gulped, and stopped at once. I saw what I had been looking for, a midnight blue patch of water, extending outward into the horizon. Excitement welled up inside me at the sight od this stretch of water, a pathway never before explored by humans.

"Relicanth, move above that blackened space," I said loudly and clearly. Relicanth obeyed, and drifted over to the stretch of inky black water.

"Now, use Dive!" I ordered it. For a moment, Relicanth did nothing. Then it inhaled deeply, and blew the air with great gusto. A transparent bubble extended from Relicanth's slit of a mouth, billowing in the gentle breeze. It fell backward over Relicanth's back, and surrounded our two bodies. Relicanth turned its head, ensuring that I was covered by the bubble, and jerked its head downward. The bubble followed the movement, and dipped into the water.

All the sunlight seemed to fade, and I was surrounded by a deep grayness. The sun's rays barely penetrated the deep water. Relicanth knew what to do. It began swimming along the only available path, the bubble following. I breathed deeply, enthralled with the scenery around me. Though it was tainted with the grey coloring, all of it was peaceful and pristine. Coral waved gently in the current, and small fish darted away from the speeding bubble.

Relicanth swerved every now and then, avoiding the occasional rock or marine creature. Then, all went black. We had probably gone beneath the land above this secret area. Relicanth seemed to be able to see through the blackness, for it stopped after a roundabout curve it had just made. Convinced that this was the area we were searching for, I ordered Relicanth up, my voice strangled by the confined space. Relicanth rocketed upward, and as we broke the surface, the bubble burst.

It was quite dark within here, but the rocks glowed somehow, their luminous grey color quite similar to the ocean path we had just traveled along. There were mounds of stone all around the room, engravings carved into them. They were the same language as the one I was to decipher to continue onward, but I didn't bother. This information was crucial, but my mission was to awaken the slumbering Titans, nothing more.

I returned Relicanth, who was watching quietly from the pool we had entered. It was eerily quiet in here. I was so used to the rustling of leaves, the jingling of keys, and all of the familiar sounds of Littleroot Town. This dead silence scared me. Feeling frightened, I called upon my Flygon for company. If what I had been told was to be believed, I'd need it soon enough anyway. It crowed in a gesture of happiness, but it cut off its call, sensing the deadened silence of the room.

Eager to move onward, away from this frightening room, I ran my hands along the wall. I felt nothing but unnaturally smooth stone. As I rounded a corner, I felt an indent in the wall. Excited, I drew a black and silver device from my pocket. The people I was helping called it a PDA, but I rather doubted that was what it was.

I held it close to the wall, and waited as it activated itself. A thin, neon blue scanner shot outwards as soon as the device turned on, hitting the wall, and ran up and down the inscription. The machine made a small whirring noise, and a message came up upon the dull green screen in black letters. The translator was a work-in-progress, but it gave a sufficient summary.

"This wall blocks access to a room beyond. Access method: A Pokémon must burrow into the dirt beneath the inscription. The heat of its body will open the door to the next room."

The message deleted itself quickly, as though fearful of spies. I almost smiled in relief. Those people had told me that their theory of body heat activating the passageway was a hypothesis at best, and that I should be prepared for anything.

"Flygon, make a hole for yourself under that wall there," I said, pointing directly at the engravement, "Don't move unless I tell you to." Flygon hooted in a high-pitched voice, acknowledging my command, and scraped its claws rapidly against the ground. After a minute or so, Flygon had made itself what looked like a nest. It laid down in the hole, staring at the ceiling. Nothing happened. I thought, wondering what had gone wrong.

"Flygon.....maybe if you turn over?" I said, doubting this would make a difference. Flygon seemed almost amused by this, and rolled onto its stomach. It spread its wings out in contentment. At once, a rumbling sound began. Flygon started, and began to rise.

"No, Flygon! Stay where you are unless I say otherwise," I reminded it. It laid back down, eyes glancing all around. Thin yellow lines glowed blindingly, tracing Flygon's form. Flygon screeched as it too grew yellow. Energy pulsed from its body, flew upward. They arched slowly, and hit the wall. Flygon positively screamed at this, and I saw that Flygon was in too much pain for me to allow this to continue.

"Flygon, get out of there!" I told it, forgetting my mission in the face of this complication. Flygon sprang upward, and lumbered over to me. I gave it a great hug, trying to convey that I hadn't intentionally tried to hurt it. Flygon seemed to understand, and calmed down. I looked back at the wall, expecting the action to have ceased. But it hadn't; the strange runes glowed as yellow as the energy that had been absorbed into them. Flygon's outline had disappeared from the dirt beneath the wall, I noticed. The whole cave began shaking.

"Flygon, if the cave starts to fall apart, grab me and get out of here in any way possible," I commanded it as a deep rumbling noise emanated from all around us. The floor beneath us quavered, and I feared it would give way. That was the last thing I wanted to happen; we were already far beneath the water, and if the floor cracked, we'd be flooded in. But the wall before us began to split first. It wasn't a typical crack, though. This one was a perfectly straight line.

The walls on either side of the crack moved to the side, and a large corridor appeared before us. The shaking and rumbling ceased as soon as the corridor was in full view. I returned Flygon to its Pokéball. It had no further use, as far as I could tell. I walked quickly down the hallway, not sure what I'd find in the next room. My sense of fear faded as soon as I saw the entire room. It was even wider than the previous one, but totally empty. It was nothing more than a large dome.....Or was it?

I examined the walls closely, looking for any sort of abnormality. After a few minutes, I found another inscription. Beneath it, though, were six half circles indented into the floor, all the same length wide, the same length apart, and all beneath the runes. I took out my PDA again, and scanned the writing. Once again, the theory was true. The energy of a Wailord and a Relicanth were what activated this puzzle. Only, it seemed that the Pokéball of a Wailord had to be placed in the front of the line, and a Relicanth's at the end, with four other Pokéballs in between.

I pulled all of the Pokéballs of my belt, and placed them, one by one, in the hemi-spheres ground into the earth. The balls switched colors this time. At first they were a pale brown. Then, a few moments later, the color diappeared, and then returned as a pale blue. Another couple of seconds later, they became an intense grey. Then, the color faded altogether, and they were pure white.

Runes inexplicably appeared beneath the Pokéballs, as though written by an invisible hand. I translated them with my PDA, wondering what I had to do next. But it was more a poem than directions, and very strange poem at that.


This place is now useless, leave it behind
For now there is more for you to find
Guardians of ice, stone, and steel
Their resting areas you must reveal

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I'm sorry for the long gap between this chapter and the previous one, but I've started school again, and of course, I'm busy with it, massive amounts of homework, and a social issues. I'll try to update more regularly, though, lest I lose my loyal readers.


~*CB*~
The 8th Champion

Sike Saner
8th September 2005, 11:16 PM
And now, Brendan enters the picture. Since he has Moltres, I wonder if we can expect a chapter or two from Moltres's perspective? I liked the description of the methods for accessing the Sealed Chamber, as well as the explanation as to how Dive works.

Goody. So the Regis should, hopefully, be awakening soon, hm? *eagerly awaits the return of Registeel*

shining-Celebi
8th September 2005, 11:40 PM
Wow, this is great!
I liked how you gave alot of details, I got a visual in my head of what was happening all throughout the chapter.

Keep it up!I can't wait until the next chapter!

lone_wolf816
9th September 2005, 1:14 AM
This was a really good chapter! BTW dont worry about losing your fans^_^ You gave a good idea on how the cave actually works and such. I hope this continues!

;250;-Twisted Fate

Ice_Scyther
9th September 2005, 2:27 AM
That was good! Registeel returns!!!! (dun dun dun) By the way, I thought that was how Dive worked!

-B.O.D.

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
9th September 2005, 3:00 AM
Whoa, four replies since I last checked...

Sike: Now I think of it, a Moltres Chapter would be a good idea. Perhaps I'll do that.

Lone_wolf: Thanks. Glad to see I won't lose fans.

Bagon: Sorry, but I never said who will come back first. Registeel is the closest, so it could be it. Regirock is the most injured, so I could write a lot about it's lasting injuries if Brendan were to encounter it. On the other hand, Regice was hardly elaborated on as a character. And it's been out for a while, so I may want to do that as well. Sike's just saying that she wants Registeel back because it's her favorite character.

And that's how I pictured Dive to work, as well, hence why I described it that way. At one point, I thought of bringing out Moltres, a Fire Type, just to explain how Fire Types work underwater, but that would be going a bit too far, and I was in a hurry.

And there will be a new Chapter tomorrow. Promise. I wanted to do it tonight, but we got this mad project from health class; a paper model of a skeleton. All the bones placed in the right place, colored in, and labeled. Naturally, I had no time to write the next Chapter. But, that's over, I have no oncoming projects, so I'll be able to write another Chapter tomorrow, and, if I'm lucky, the day after.


~*CB*~
The 8th Champion

Blivsey
9th September 2005, 11:35 PM
I just reread the whole thing. Great stuff. Alright, so let's rate, shall we? *cracks knuckles* Oh, and congrats. You're getting my last rating of a fic for quite a long time, seeing as I'm quitting fanfiction for a while, it might be forever if I get too good at comics...

Plot: 9/10 - Oh. My. Gosh. A fic that focuses on pokemon is hard to find these days, let alone a good one. The actual plot could be more original than "save-the-world", but since it's about the pokemon doing it I'll let this pass.
Grammar: 10/10 - I didn't catch any until I got nitpicky, which is saying something! Even then, they're few and far between. Good work!
Description: 9/10 - Excellent description, worded very well. A tad lacking in places, but nothing major.
Length: 8/10 - It's, for the most part, at least five pages on word. But this stuff is so good that we need more! More, I say!
Characters: 10/10 - They really draw me in, y'know? An obsessed Groudon is standard, an in-your-face Kyogre is a great choice, making Regiice funny, Registeel a prat and Regirock a gentle giant is great origionality, most people just put them down as botlike.
Reread value: 10/10 - Enourmous fun to read every single time. Sucks me in and I spend hours reading the whole thing.
Overall: 9.5/10 - What is there to be said? It's an exceptional fic, sadly killed by having an unknown writer. Pity, too, this rivals some of the big fics I've seen. You shall be the final recipient of the sacred Arcanum, the symbol of a highly exceptional fic. This is a fic I will keep a close eye on, so don't let me down, m'kay?

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
10th September 2005, 2:39 AM
~Chapter 13: Fanning the Flames~

~Brendan~

The poem was quite vague, but I understood it to a point. Evidently, I was to find these guardians and awaken them. But, I had no idea where they were. Just as I came to that realization, the floor rumbled once more, and the cavern shook. For one bewildered moment, I thought that I was supposed to leave as soon as I got the message. But then I reasoned with myself, realizing no one would be able to escape in a matter of seconds.

I was still worried, though, so I scooped up my Pokéballs. I began searching for Relicanth, ready to make a run for it and swim away if the cave did start to crumble. But, I soon saw that there was no need for it; above me, dirt began trickling down from the ceiling, leaving quite a large hole extending upwards. A small mound was formed before a small prickle of daylight was visible. The shaking ceased as soon as that vertical tunnel formed.

Assuming this was an escape route, I now tried for Moltres. I reached for a Pokéball at random, and examined the button. It was a faint orange and brown color, symbolizing the Fighting Type. I clipped Hitmontop's Pokéball back in its regular place on my belt, and tried another.

The little button was limegreen on one side, and a deep sepia color on the other. Flygon's. Clipping that at the first spot on my belt, I tried a third one.

It was crimson and sky blue. Fire and Flying; that had to be Moltres. I kept it in my hand, making sure I wouldn't lose it again. I attached all the others at random points in my belt; it mattered not the positions of my other Pokémon as long as Flygon was at my lead and Moltres was at the back. I tucked the sphere under my armpit, and dug the PDA from out of my pocket. Keeping my arm tucked in, I dialed 584-9973 on my PDA. A small antenna rose slowly from the top of the PDA, and the message, "Dialing..." appeared on my screen.

I shifted my shoulder, securing the now slipping Pokéball back under my underarm. I checked the screen, and the message had been replaced with, "No signal." Well, that made sense. I was far underground, after all.

Slipping the gizmo back into my pocket, I pulled out Moltres' Pokéball from under my arm. Shaking off my now rather stiff arm, I called out Moltres. It appeared a few feet in front of me, unfolding its wings majestically. It turned to me, and narrowed its eyes slightly. I knew what that was about; having just recently captured it, Moltres still didn't trust me entirely. It knew I had power and the sense to use it correctly, but forming a bond would be a challenge.

I climbed onto its back, and said as jovially as I could, "Moltres, let's fly up that tunnel!" Moltres rustled its wings, as though saying, "If you say so," and jetted upwards. I hung on tightly, trying not to fall off. A fall from this height would kill me. Moltres stopped quite suddenly, and landed smoothly. I jumped off, and petted its neck in a friendly gesture. Moltres turned to me immediately, looking confused and almost angry.

Sighing inwardly, I told it, "Moltres, I'll be busy for a few minutes. Stay here, and do whatever you'd like." Moltres understood; it jumped skyward again. It flew around above me, occasionally swerving out to sea boldly, but I knew it would return if I needed it. First, I glanced around. The island I was on reminded me of a golf hole. It was just a small patch of dirt with a hole in the middle.

I pulled out my PDA again, and dialed the same number. This time, I received an answer. A man stood in a room miles away, staring at the screen my image must be projected on. He waited for me to speak first, so I did.

"Professor Kuri, I've solved the riddle. The Sealed Chamber has opened the Guardians' tombs. Have you discovered their locations yet?" I said, my tone lower than usual. Inside, I was blazing with excitement, but this was a strictly business call. I couldn't sound too excited, as it would be quite unprofessional.

Professor Kuri seemed to be thinking along the same lines, for his deep voice was perfectly controlled as he said, "We have discovered the Rock and Steel tombs. We are still searching for the Ice tomb, but we'll call back as soon as we find it. For now, you have a choice of which you would like to awaken first." A map popped up on the screen. I could now longer see Kuri, but I could hear him explain as the map showed me the areas.

"The Steel tomb is at the southwestern corner of Route 121. It's on a plateau of sorts, but it's easily accessable. The Rock tomb is bit more hazardous. It's in the Fallarbor Desert, and at the very bottom. You will have to endure some sandstorms along the way, I'd surmise. Which do you choose?"

I'd had enough adventure for one day, so I responded, "The Steel tomb, sir." The map switched back to the first screen, and this time had a red dot placed over the area where the tomb was, and a green dot where I was.

"If you keep your PDA on," said Kuri's voice in the background, "It will show you how close or far away from the tomb you are. Good luck, Brendan." I could hear footsteps, ones that were growing fainter quickly, and knew that Kuri had left the room.

"Moltres!" I callled loudly. Moltres' orange form was clear against the sky as it sped toward me from the horizon. It arched downward, and kicked up a cloud of dust as it landed.

I coughed once, for the dust had shot up my nose and mouth, and said rather hoarsely, "Can you fly to Route 121, Moltres?" Moltres gave a short grunt, which I took as an affirmative. I jumped onto its back again, and Moltres rocketed up again.

It shot off like a bullet, flying purposefully to the Route. I took out the PDA, and almost had it torn from my hand because the wind was beating against me so fiercely. I placed it in my lap, and stared down at it. My green dot was quickly approaching the red one.

"OK, Moltres, stop," I ordered it as my dot closed in on the red one. Moltres slowed instantaneously, hovered where it was, awaiting orders. I squinted down at the ground. Far ahead, I could see a large rock protrusion.

"Moltres, to that boulder!" I commanded it. Moltres darted toward the rock so quickly that I thought we would hit it. But Moltres stopped immediately, so fast that I scooted a few inches forward. It landed as lightly as ever, and examined the chamber with its small eyes.

"Good job, buddy," I said happily. I patted it on the wing, and it turned to face me once more. This time, its gaze was more calculating than bewildered. I let it study me, making sure not to let my grin falter. I wanted to show it that I was a genuinely good person. After a while, Moltres turned away again, and merely stared into the distance. Not sure whether or not I had satisfied it, I returned it. Sometimes I wished I knew what my Pokémon were thinking, so I could tell what they thought of me and my actions.

Forgetting that thought for a moment, I circled the great lumpy rock, looking for an entrance. Sure enough, there was a smooth door shape in it. I walked in, and found a great iron mass in the middle of the cave. I stared at it in awed silence. It just sat there, its hexagonal eyes all greyed out. I had no idea what to do, so I tried the best idea I had at the moment.

"Mighty steel guardian, awaken from your slumber, and show me your true power!" I cried, my voice reverberating around the room.


~Registeel~

Something seemed to stir within me. All of a sudden, my brain seemed to restart. It was like waking up from a long nap, but much more wonderful. My sight was blurred, but I sat there and let it catch up with the rest of me. Soon, I could see completely again. I stood up, stretching my folded legs. But, there was something else in here. Some strange creature stood before me, staring at me with awe and a bit of fear.

How had this small thing penetrated my chamber when I hadn't been able to at my time of imprisonment? Had it come to rescue me, or was it an enemy? I stood still, trying to determine its intentions. It was hard, though, for my head was buzzing with a jumble of thoughts.

Was Regice awake, too? Was Regirock still fighting alongside Mew? Had Groudon or Kyogre defeated it? It was painful thinking of so much. I had lost my sense of time in that long dormancy. The thing suddenly reached for its waist, and retrieved a small red and white sphere.

"Flygon, come on out!" it cried. Now I was confused. Was this thing some sort of relation to the Pokémon Flygon? Was its mate a Flygon? But it threw the ball, and a Flygon came from within. It poised itself for battle, ready to attack. But I barely noticed that over the flame of rage that had flared within me. This creature was a slave driver! It had taken this Flygon from somewhere and was using it as a minion!

Angered, I sent a Hyper Beam flying at the thing. The Flygon stepped in front of it, and took the blow for that thing. Again, I was confused. That Flygon was clearly a slave, but why did it take the blow for that thing? Wouldn't it want to be freed from its prison? Was it possible that these two were actually friends? I slouched slightly, trying to regain enough energy to attack again. A Hyper Beam was quite an acheivement, I realized, after reawakening after such a long period of inactivity.

"Quick, Flygon, while it's recovering, give it an Earthquake!" the creature ordered. I hadn't paid attention the first time, but that thing's voice was definitely male. I was shocked to see the Flygon obey. It whipped its tail against the ground, and sent cracks dancing around the room. I stumbled, and landed on my back.

Rage welled up within me again. It was partly because of the fall, which hurt quite a bit, but because I had also come to the conclusion that the capsule the thing had imprisoned that Flygon within probably had some sort of mind-control mechanism. I now considered the creature as something of a threat. It had technology far ahead of my time. How long had I been dormant? And was I to meet the same fate?

I lumbered forward, and slashed at that Flygon with my claws. It screeched in pain at the impact, and fell backward, where it lay still. I felt a distinct pride as the creature looked at me with a clear expression of fear.

He somehow fit that Flygon into the ball again, letting a red laser shoot from the ball and absorb it. He grabbed another of those balls(How many Pokémon has this thing captured? I wondered angrily), and let a Pokémon appear from within it. It was a Misdreavus, and it gave a slight wail of despair as its large eyes caught sight of me.

"Misdreavus, give that thing a Shadow Ball!" the thing ordered. The Misdreavus opened its mouth wide, and sent a swirling ball of darkness at me. It hit me, and broke apart. I felt no pain, only a slight pressure against my abdomen. I moved forward, and slashed at the Misdreavus. My claws went right through it. The Misdreavus looked surprised, but its expression changed instantly from fearful and surprised to arrogantly cocky.

It closed its eyes, and sent a psychic assault against my mind. I laughed inwardly at the feebleness of its attack. It felt like a feather tickling my consciousness. I let it struggle against me, and then lashed out again. The Misdreavus gave another great big grin as my claws passed through it. I stepped back, wondering what was happening. The Misdreavus didn't seem to be hurt by attacks like that.

I sent a strand of metal DNA into my claws. They glowed dimly grey, which was what I was aiming for. I struck again, and this time the Misdreavus was knocked to the ground. It was its turn to look confused now. It floated upward, now looking jumpy and scared again. I sent power streaming into my claws, and they glowed the usual white color.

I lunged at the ghostly Pokémon. It screamed, and ducked away. I swung my hand at it again, but it darted away. We moved around the room doing this. I followed it, lashing out at it freqeuntly, but it was just too fast. I looked around for something I could use to distract it, and found its 'master'. A flicker of anger darted through me as I stared face to face with this slave driver. I turned my claws on him instead. Again, the Pokémon it had enslaved took the attack. The Misdreavus fell to the ground, unable to battle any longer.

The creature absorbed it into the capsule, and backed up. I advanced on him, rage now coursing through my body. He was terrified, I saw it in his face, but I didn't care. All that mattered to me right now was that I killed it and liberated the slaves it had taken. The thing fumbled at its waist, and send another Pokémon out to fight me.

This time, I could sense power exuding from it, unlike the previous two. It was a Moltres, its wings folded proudly at its sides. It spread them out, and gave an echoing call that told me plainly that it would not allow me to kill its owner. I heard the thing behind it give a sigh of relief. It too knew that this Moltres was a force to be reckoned with. I knew it too, and actually wondered if I had enough power in me to defeat it.


~*CB*~
The 8th Champion

lone_wolf816
10th September 2005, 3:02 AM
Im glad you kept your word about Having the chapter out today! I like the fight seeen and it made me wonder about my Pokemon and hat they would think of me if they were real.... I like the Pokemon you chose for Brenden also.

;250;-Twisted Fate

shining-Celebi
10th September 2005, 3:48 AM
I really liked how you explained how the pokeballs looked like. The battles with Registeel were great, but I bet the battle between Registeel and Moltres will be awesome. Anyways, Great job!

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
10th September 2005, 2:03 PM
Lone_wolf: Well, it wasn't easy. I was out 'til 7:00 tonight, so I feared I wouldn't be able to write it in time. But, I have, and I'm glad. And, if you like the fight scenes, then you'll enjoy the next Chapter, for it will be mostly battle-based. I tried to make sure Brendan had a well-balanced Team, of course. And if you've read carefully, you'll see that I've revealed Brendan's entire party little by little.

Shining-Celebi: Well, I never understood how Trainers could tell which was which. So, I decided to put that little add-in in. And yeah, I'll be putting a lot of effort the battle between Registeel and Moltres. Not that the other ones will be neglected, of course.

I'm doing one of those money-making walks for the Katrina victims today, so I'm not sure when I'll be back. But, if I do get back early, I'll write the next Chapter. And, strangely, I seem to have lapsed into a writing mood. I'm getting more eager to write Chapters now, for some reason.....Well, I do hope that makes up for that unnnecessarily long gap between Part 2 and the finalé of Part 1.


~*CB*~
The 8th Champion

dark-rukario
13th September 2005, 1:52 AM
this fics awesome ;rukario;

Pokeprof
14th September 2005, 11:52 AM
This is the greatest fic I have ever read (actually it's the only fic but that doesn't matter). I'd give it a 10/10! You have a wild imagination, being able to imagine how the Pokemon world came to be. The different personalities you give to each Regi is also very imaginative, and the fight scenes are awesome! (I can picture anything in my mind in any style, which means I can imagine the battles with the anime background and music.)

Missingno. Master
14th September 2005, 8:52 PM
Wow. Have I missed a lot in my brief abscense from reading this fic! Still going good, CB! And BTW, I like how you portrayed Relicanth's Dive as an air bubble appearing around the diving Pokemon and the trainer. I always had a theory like that explaining why Charizard was useable underwater, ect..

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
18th September 2005, 1:22 AM
~Chapter 14: Iron Will~


~Registeel~

Moltres glared at me, ready to strike at any moment. I tensed, waiting for it to strike. When no attack came, I relaxed a bit. Maybe it was too scared to move. My suspicions were quickly disproved; Moltres opened its beak, and sent a ribbon of flame lashing out at me.

I extended my arm, and opened my hand. The flames made contact, and I immediately felt a searing agony. This Moltres was more powerful than many of my past foes. Its flames were even stronger than Groudon's. I withdrew my arm, and rolled to the side. I felt the fire scrape my side, the burning nearly too intense for me to bear.

I lunged forward as Moltres closed its beak, swinging my claws wildly. The creature commanding Moltres suddenly drew out one of those odd spheres, and sucked Moltres into it. Equally as quickly, before my arm even reached the spot where Moltres had been standing, he let a Wailord loose.

I felt my body being crushed against the wall; the Wailord was far too big for the Chamber. I couldn't see the thing, but I knew it must be suffocating on the other end of the giant blue mass. My head ground against the rock, and the sound echoed around my mind. It was a terrible shrieking noise; it sounded as though my head were screaming in protest. The Wailord disappeared suddenly, and the tremondous pressure eased. I stumbled forward, free of the oppressive weight.

The thing fumbled at its waist, its sweating fingers groping for another sphere. I ambled forward, trying to attack it first. But, at the last second, it found a sphere, and chucked it forward. A Relicanth burst free of this ball. It fell on its side, unnaccustomed to the land. I watched, amused, as it tried to upright itself. This was far too easy. I lumbered over to it, and looked down at it. For a moment, it looked so feeble and helpless that I considered leaving it be.

But, my malevolent side returned quickly, and I sent steel energy into my right arm. It glowed that blinding white color once more, and I swung it at Relicanth. I felt a slight jar as my arm hit its rock body. The force of my blow had sent it flying. Relicanth yelped quietly as it flew through the air and toward a rock wall. A loud crash echoed through the cave as its body slammed into the wall. The thing stared in disbelief as its slave fell to the floor. It aimed the sphere at Relicanth, and send a red laser shooting out. Relicanth's body seemed to crumble into red light, and the laser retreated into the sphere, carrying the dematerialized Relicanth with it.

The creature sent out a Hitmontop this time. It balanced unsteadily on its head, examining from an upside-down perspective. I hesitated, unsure how to handle this new arrival. That moment cost me dearly, for the Pokémon had jumped forward, sending a kick to my midriff. It hurt for a moment, but the pain quickly receded. The Hitmontop vanished, and I looked around to see where it was. I turned to the left, and received a kick to the face.

This one was doubly strong, and I almost tripped out of shock. The third kick struck me squarely in the chest, and it was twice as strong as the previous one. The force of it sent me falling backwards. I felt the area where I had been hit throbbing slightly. I shook off the pain, and got to my feet. I sent power into both my arms this time, and jumped forward, cutting the air with my furious swipes. Hitmontop spun away, its features blurred into a blue and brown mass. My swings missed; the moment the danger had passed, the Hitmontop crouched into a fetal position.

Confused, I walked forward, looking down at it. It wasn't moving, save for the tilting back and forth it always did as it kept its balance. Had it fallen asleep?

Again, it looked so harmless and defenseless that I didn't want to attack it. But that moment of weakness passed quickly as well. I sent a normal slash at it, hoping to knock it off balance at the least. The second before I hit it, Hitmontop glowed yellow. There was a dull clunk as I struck its abdomen. It leaned far back, nearly at a 180 degree angle, still glowing that odd color.

Then, with the speed of a flying Pidgeot, it swung forward and slammed into me. I didn't even have time to react. I flew through the air, despite my bulkiness. Then, gravity seemed to catch up with me, and I dropped heavily. I shuddered as my body crashed into the ground. My vision blurred as it had when I had first awoken. My mind seemed to slow as I tried to recover. It took me a while to realize I had been hit with a Counter.

A light pressure on my chest told me that Hitmontop had leapt on top of me. I raised my head, and saw it scrutinizing me. Not wasting this chance, I swung my arm upward, and blasted it off me. It tumbled along the rough floor, bouncing helplessly. It got to its feet weakly, and tottered. Realizing it was balancing on the wrong end, it jumped, and made a flip. It landed on its horn, and resumed its tottering stance. This was quite a tough foe; again, the dark fingers of doubt invaded my mind. How could I beat it?

I sent power to my arms, ready to strike. But I let it go just as quickly; I wouldn't be able to hit it, and I would end up wasting my already depleting energy. I thought hard, trying to think of an attack I could use. My mind summoned an image of a fierce battle I had fought long ago, against a Snorlax of Kyogre's. I remembered using a new technique there, and it had defeated the Snorlax relatively easily. But what was it?

Only bits and pieces of the memory came to me, for it had happened centuries ago. Then, something seemed to click into place. A great light....a mass of energy....Snorlax blasted away.....And a horrible draining feeling....Then it came to me. That attack had been Superpower!

I tried to remember how I had used it. Usually, I only used Hyper Beams, slashes, and Metal Claws. I scanned my body, trying to find some area where I had taken the energy from. I discovered a deep well of power, but upon accessing it, I found it to be a different energy than my Superpower attack. I scanned myself, and at last found a familiar source of power. I gripped at it, and pulled it into my cranium. My head buzzed with energy. I focused it all into my hands, feeling them tingle with the power.

I raised my arms, and fired the energy at Hitmontop. The force of the departing power was far stronger than what I was used to. My feet slid backward from the force of it. Hitmontop's eyes widened as the huge sphere of energy shot toward it. A burst of light filled the room as the attack hit Hitmontop, blinding me. I turned away, a white glare burning in my eyes.

Eventually, it subsided, and when I turned back, I found Hitmontop lying on the ground, unconscious. My pride was quickly drowned out by a tired, sinking feeling. It felt as though my mind were falling apart. I teetered forward, feeling ready to drop. But a thought formed in my mind. If I gave in now, I'd be at the mercy of the slavedriver. I'd be without free will for the rest of eternity. That thought steadied me.

I turned to the creature. I could tell it was thinking furiously, trying to decide on its next move. Finally, it drew a container, and let Moltres loose once more. Moments after it appeared, Moltres shot a fiery jet at me. I ducked low, letting the flames pass over me and hit the wall.

Afraid to use Superpower again, I sent a Hyper Beam at Moltres. It leapt up, spreading its magnificent wings. It made an arch over me as my attack hit the stone wall as well. Again, a draining sensation tore through me. I felt dazed, and swayed unsteadily. My basic instinct was to keep an eye on Moltres, so I turned to it. Moltres's eyes were closed, and pulsating beads of power were forming around it. I couldn't move, so strong was the feeling.

But, as I stood there, awaiting Moltres's attack, a vague idea occured to me. Moltres's mind and power surpassed many other Pokémon, so maybe I could contact it and learn more about this era and the creature that sought to control me. As the beads glowed a luminous yellow, sparking with electricity, I extended a tendril of thought.

Hello, I said to it, unsure if it would respond. Its eyes opened in surprise, and the Hidden Power faded away. Its mind extended out to mine this time, and a wave of nostalgia washed over me as I remembered my brothers' frequent conversations with me.

Hello... it replied hesitantly. Its voice was deep and menacing, quite unlike my brothers' voices.

I was wondering about this time, this place, and this thing. I've been sleeping for centuries, my power gone. What has happened, and what is happening now, I told it, getting straight to the point.

"Moltres, you've got to attack!" the thing said, its voice quivering with fear. Moltres turned to its owner, and I could feel thoughts racing across its mind.

It turned back to me, and thought, I suggest we fake a battle, to cover up what I expect to be a long conversation. Good idea, I replied, swinging my claws feebly at it, not wanting to hurt it if my attack made contact.

Moltres flew around me, sending me an explanation as it did, Times have changed. Years after order was restored to Hoenn, Johto, and Kanto, a new species called humans evolved. They have no powers, but they are gifted with intelligence, and can speak. Most Pokémon are lucky to master the concept of contacting another with their mind, but even human infants are capable of expressing thoughts through words. They have built capture capsules, Pokéballs, as they call them, to capture Pokémon, which is how I came to be undr Brendan's control. This explanation was followed by an electrifying Hidden Power, but its sparked pointlessly, not doing much damage at all.

Interesting, I thought back, sending a counterattack at Moltres as I did, So, this human has a name? That's rather odd. Pokémon usually refer to themselves by their species name.

Well, there are no variations in humans. They are not separated by species as we are, so calling each other Human all the time would be confusing to them, and us, most likely. A name can be as distinguishing as a face and body, Moltres explained, sending a weak strand of fire at me attack.

Withdrawing my arm, I thought back, What has become of my brother, Regirock? I know Regice has been sealed away as I was, but Regirock was still fighting when I was defeated.

Pity showed in Moltres's eyes as it sent back an answer, It, too, was defeated. Groudon beat it rather badly before sealing it off. Rumor is that it has a terrible cut along its front, and its arms have bee severed. Rage coursed through my as the answer came across; Moltres flinched as my anger flowed across our link.

It sent a flame shot at me as I asked it, Well, what of Kyogre and Groudon? Have either of them been defeated? Have they both been defeated? Or are they both still alive and fighting?

I ran off as Moltres answered, They have both been defeated. They lie outside of Sootpolis Plateau, which is now called Sootopolis City. I fired a Hyper Beam as Moltres sent a Flamethrower at me. The attacks collided in mid-air.

Moltres then told me, Well, I believe that is all you need to know. The real battle should resume, now. But, if Brendan does capture you, please tell him I hate it how he treats me like an animal. Tell him that I would prefer to be treated as an equal, not as an underling. He has earned my respect, but his constant gestures of understanding are taking a toll on my nerves. I'd tell him, but I am only able to speak to other Pokémon at the moment

I chuckled lightly at this, and said simply, Very well. The flames intensified as the link broke, and in return, I forced my Beam forward. I did not wish to be under a human's control, so I had to beat Moltres to stay free. I searched for the energy that let me use Superpower, ready to use it if the battle turned in Moltres's favor. But, I discovered that deep energy well, the one I didn't bother with before. What was it? I dug into, examining it.

It was a power I had never used before, a power I had been given at the time of my 'birth'. It had always been there, but I had never ventured that far. I tapped into it, and felt it flow through my body. The ancient power seemed to revitalize me, restoring all the energy had lost. I felt powerful and confident. Moltres no longer seemed to be the insurmountable obstacle I had considered it to be moments before.

I sent the power flying from all parts of my body. Rocks broke off of the wall, and rose from the dirt. They swirled around me, following the flow of power. Moltres gazed in fear as the stones continued swarming around me. One thought grew within me as the stones spun and my energy soared.

Forward!

The stones obeyed, and shot toward Moltres. They pelted it mercilessly, crashing into its wings and body. Moltres fell to the floor, unable to continue battling. I turned to the human, Brendan. His eyes were wide, and sweat was trickling down his face. He was now defenseless, unless he was to call on Wailord and crush us both. He absorbed Moltres into the Pokéball, and glanced fleetingly at the exit. He seemed to have moved quite a distance from it throughout the battle.

I started for the exit, attempting to block it off. Brendan ran to it as well, clearly not wanting to be trapped. I got there first though, and as the human stared up at me in fear, I reviewed what Moltres had said. It hadn't revealed its feelings toward Brendan. I couldn't tell if it enjoyed its imprisonment or desired freedom. The latter seemed more likely; what self-respecting Pokémon would enjoy being the puppet of a lesser being?

I advanced on Brendan, my claws glowing again. He backed into the wall, trying to find a way out. His eyes darted around the cave, looking for anything that he could use as an escape route or weapon. I raised my claws, ready for the death blow.

By the way, I said, making a mental link between us, Moltres wanted more respect from you. He jerked in shock right before I swung my claws at him. Without feeling any remorse or pity, I cut straight through his abdomen, and felt my claws protrude through his other side. Brendan's breath caught short as my claws impaled him, and he went limp shortly after.


~*CB*~
The 8th Champion

lone_wolf816
18th September 2005, 1:43 AM
That was a really good chapter! I was extremly surprised that you killed Brendan off in the end. What will become of his Pokemon? What will Registeel next? Another great chapter!

;197;- Lone Wolf

Sike Saner
18th September 2005, 2:20 AM
I can't believe TWO chapters emerged without my notice...

Anyway...

YESSSSS! Take that, you wretched little human! HAH!...Okay, even by my standards, that was a bit...merciless, yes. But I do so love to see a human get his or her monkey butt handed to him or her by a Pokémon...

I liked the descriptions for both Ancientpower and Superpower. I was also happy to see Flygon, seeing as how I just obtained an obscenely cute Flygon plushie...And, oh yes. You shall now recieve tremendous kudos for awakening Registeel first... :D

Missingno. Master
18th September 2005, 3:06 AM
Wow. That was a cool battle. I like how you did the Triple Kick. ANd what WILL become of Brendan's Pokemon? And BTW, when will that long-awaited sequal to THe Skull of the Cubone be out?

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
18th September 2005, 3:52 AM
Wow. That was a cool battle. I like how you did the Triple Kick. ANd what WILL become of Brendan's Pokemon? And BTW, when will that long-awaited sequal to THe Skull of the Cubone be out?
Well, that is the description of Triple Kick.

That's Registeel's decision. It might make a bid for freedom first, it might wake his brothers, or it might help them.

Not really the place to be asking it, but it'll come out once this Fic is over. And count on it to be a lot better, because my writing skills have greatly improved since TSOTC(not to sound arrogant; it's pretty easy to improve since then).



Lone_wolf: Well, I don't like Spoiling much, but Brendan does live. Just barely, though, and he'll probably have lasting injuries after that attack. Registeel isn't that heartless.....Well, it is, actually, but it doesn't know anything of human anatomy. Given that a human's midriff/torso is the widest part of the body, Registeel would assume that's where the essential organs are.



Sike Saner: Especially since there was week-long break between the two...

Well, they are rather impressive attacks, so I figured they deserved an adequate explanation. Superpower has always been depicted as a massive burst of energy, so just saying that it can pull off such a huge attack with relative ease would be just stupid. Ancientpower isn't as powerful, but it's still quite an impressive and unique attack.

Flygon was just for Digging, basically. But I decided rather neglectful, so I decided to give it a moderately big role. I can't be fair to all of his Pokémon, though, so I just chose Flygon and Moltres(and Hitmontop, to an extent). It's a pretty small introduction period for six new Pokémon. Took me long enough just to describe the Regis...

And yeah, humans aren't really that much better than Pokémon. Originally, I was going to have Registeel give a sort of physical to Brendan; testing bone strength(in other words, seeing how much pressure needs to be applied before they break, which would be like bending his arms, stabbing his ribs, and stuff), determining how organs function, and probe his thoughts. It'd be pretty funny, seeing him beaten up unintentionally like that(IMO), but then I decided that Moltres deserved a bit of time in the limelight.

And sorry, Sike, but Registeel isn't going to be showcasing its sarcastic side for a while. It's going to need a bit of time to get used to the new world, in which time it will have a rather cold and distrustful personality, but I assure you, its old character won't be forgotten.


~*CB*~
The 8th Champion

Missingno. Master
18th September 2005, 6:20 PM
Well still, can't wait for the next chapter!

Pokeprof
19th September 2005, 11:31 AM
Nicely done. As I said in my last post this is the only fic I've read here, but I really enjoy it. Your attack descriptions are very...no word can describe how they are! Still wondering what will happen to Brendan's Pokemon though...

Ice_Scyther
21st September 2005, 6:55 PM
Wow. That's all I can say. Registeel Rules!!!!! 5/5 stars!!!!

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
22nd September 2005, 12:24 PM
Here's a question for you all before I write the new Chapter. Should Registeel's permanent Trainer be a completely new character, one I just made up, or should it be a well-known person, like Giovanni or Flannery or something? I'm not sure which would be better and more interesting to read. Majority rules in this Poll. If I only get one vote, I'll go by that vote.


~*CB*~
The 8th Champion

Naesala
22nd September 2005, 2:44 PM
wow what a great fic!this is really cool.i think it should be a well known charicter.

Sike Saner
22nd September 2005, 8:30 PM
I imagine you would just about have to be a Gym Leader or something beyond the level of an ordinary trainer to command the respect of a Legendary, so you might want to take the established-character route.

lone_wolf816
22nd September 2005, 11:26 PM
If anything choose Flannery because she's cool. But it would be a great twist if Giovanni got it because he's from team rocket!

;197;- Lone Wolf

Pokeprof
23rd September 2005, 2:00 PM
My opinion is for you to use your own fake character. I don't think anyone I know would be able to catch Registeel.

shining-Celebi
25th September 2005, 5:45 PM
Yay!Hitmontop!^^ All the battles were awesome and I liked how Moltres had a conversation with Registeel. This chapter is really good, keep it up!^^

I think you should put in a well-known character that does not have much of a background story of his/her life.

~Fire&Ice~
26th September 2005, 1:18 AM
I stumbled on this story yesterday night and I read it thoroughly, this is one amazing story!!! I will continue to review this story. Kudos to you Commander.

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
27th September 2005, 1:41 AM
~Chapter 15: Contact~


~Registeel~

As soon as my claws dug through the fragile skin of the human, pain seared across my body. I withdrew my claws, but still felt the brutal pain cutting through me like a hot knife. It took me a while to realize I had not severed the mental link between myself and Brendan.

I berated myself for being so foolish, and cut the bond. The agony ceased instantly. I gazed down at Brendan, and felt a vehement pride. Blood oozed from his nearly severed midriff, staining his clothing a bloodred color. I didn't bother to move him; no one else would enter this chamber once I escaped, so that corpse wouldn't be discovered.

I ambled toward the exit, eager for escape. Centuries of imprisonment had all lead up to this moment. At last, I would be free. Free to enjoy life once more, free to rebuild our lost home, and most importantly, free to seek my brothers and free them as well.

I knelt down at the entrance and started crawling through. But my torso caught the stone edges of the doorway, and I could not move any further. That fleeting feeling of joy was quickly smothered by anger. But no matter. I would not let a small setback keep me from escaping. I jerked backwards, feeling my torso scraping against the rock. Pain flickered vaguely through my upper half, but I ignored it.

I stared at the rock, contemplating how best to break it apart. I decided to use the least strenuous way, and sent steel energy into my claws. I stepped forward and gave a great stab at the sides of the doorway. Surprisingly, my claws ricocheted off.

For a minute, I just stood there, shocked at the resilience of this cave wall. Then, I decided I should use Superpower and break the walls. I let the power flood my body, feeling it radiate from every part of my figure. I let the energy lose, directing it at the opening. Light exploded into the chamber, burning my eyes. I shut them off, not wanting to go blind moments before my grand escape. When I felt the heat recede, I reactivated my eyes.

Shock shot through me once more as I examined the walls. There was not even the slightest crack in them. I felt the familiar energy loss as the power retreated back into my core. Now thoroughly frustrated, I expanded my thoughts, and contacted the rock. In my mind, I developed a clear picture of rock shattering. I glared at the rock, attempting to make that image a reality. But nothing happened.

I tried again, ignoring the whine of panic circulating my mind. This time, I pictured myself sending energy from my eyes and breaking through the rock. Power shot through my eyes, just as I had imagined, and rippled against the rock. I let a roar of rage echo through my mind as I let the power go, only to find the rock still intact. What would it take to break this rock?! I sat down, trying to calm myself.

An angry mind makes naught but rushed and half-hearted thoughts, I told myself. Feeling calmer, I stood again, and decided to examine the stone. Perhaps the answer lay in their composition. I focused my mind on the stone once more, and formed a picture of the walls magnifying themselves, showing me the very atoms they were formed of.

Instantly, the walls flew at me, magnifying thousands of times. It was overwhelming at first, but I quickly adjusted myself. I saw tiny atoms swimming lazily around. A strange, purple glow coated each passing molecule. I kenw what this meant; these walls contained the DNA of Kyogre and Groudon. As long as they remained whole, so would the walls. I resigned myself to the worst, and let the magnification fade. The walls shrunk back to their normal position immediately.

I fell backwards, lying on the smooth, cold floor. I stared blankly at the equally smooth ceiling. There was no escape from this prison. For a while, I laid there, just staring at the top of the cavern, going over various memories I enjoyed. At one point, I considered trying to contact the minds of my brothers. But I knew at ocne that Regice was much too far away, and Regirock could be even farther away, for all I knew.

There were no allies I could find, either. Mew wasn't around, and it was the only friend I had had in the war. But where was it? I cursed myself for neglecting to ask Moltres that.

And quite suddenly, my last hope occured to me. Brendan had come here to subjugate me, so obviously he had planned to remove me from this place. And the way out must be through those capture containers! Excitement pulsing through me, I stood up and lumbered over to the bloody body of Brendan. I had seen him reach down at his waist to get one of those Pokéball items. That's probably the first place I should look. I extended my left hand and poked around, trying to find something hard.

Almost instantly, my claw clicked against something solid. It seemed to be lodged within a pocket in the lower half of his clothing. There was no way my fingers would reach into there. Instead, I extended my mind, and formed an image of the fabric. I imagined it tearing apart, exposing the item within. As I sent the image toward the clothing, the many threads began to snap and disappear.

What fell out, though, was not a Pokéball, but a rather large silver and black square. On the screen, there was a map. Near where I remembered Lilycove to be, a red dot and a green dot overlapped each other. At the bottom of the screen were three options. Contacts, Delete, and PC. I knew not what PC stood for, and Delete did not sound helpful. But Contacts sounded interesting. Perhaps it was instructions on how to make contact with those close to you. In which case, I'd be able to make a plea to Mew. I touched the screen with one of my large fingers. At first, I feared I might have broken the delicate screen, but a list of names popped up on it.

At once, I realized what Moltres had meant. Humans were apparently avid inventors. This technology far surpassed the technology of Pokémon. Our greatest accomplishment was speaking through thoughts, but humans had mastered intelligent speech from the day they were created. It seemed and impossible task to defeat this new race, if indeed they needed defeating.

Abandoning this sense of hopelessness, I scanned the list of names. None of them were Pokémon names, but that was quite obvious. No Pokémon I knew could handle such technology as effortlessly as these humans probably could. I, myself, gifted with advanced intelligence, struggled with this marvel.

As I read the names(how odd that humans should use the same language as Pokémon did. I wondered how they had discovered it), a thought took form in my mind. Perhaps I could perform a ransom of sorts. I could contact a friend of Brendan's, and inform them that Brendan was dead. In exchange for his body, they would need to free me. It seemed rather desperate, if not insane, but I had no better plan.

I chose a name at random, and a short message informed me that this machine was contacting a counterpart. Moments later, a new image appeared. A shocked face, seemingly female, stared back at me in horror.


~Flannery~

I surfed through the channels aimlessly, looking for something to watch. There was never anything on. It didn't help that my grandfather had invited Pryce over, either. Pryce was a nice man, and a brilliant Ice Trainer, but he and my grandfather often forgot me whenever they visited each other. Moaning out loud, I cruised through a few more channels. Finally, something caught my interest. It was a documentary on herd of wild Ponyta.

Trying to lessen my boredom, I called to Grandpa, "Hey, Grandpa! There's a show about Ponyta on right now! Wanna watch with me?" "Sorry, dear, but Pryce and I are discussing important matters! Maybe later!" he called back. Fighting a mad desire to scream in exasperation, I called in a weary voice, "But this might not ever be on again. Ya know how they never reshow important documentaries like this!"

"Well, just record it! We can watch it together once Pryce leaves!" he called back, a touch of exasperation crossing his voice.

"The date of my departure is yet to be determined, though," Pryce yelled. The two old men laughed at his joke. I rolled my eyes.

I decided to make myself a snack, just to have something to occupy myself. I walked into the kitchen, and found Pryce reading a paper my grandfather had given him. His face was slightly amused, as though ready to burst out laughing at any minute.

"Hey Grandpa, d'you mind if I take a bag of potato chips into the living room?" I asked my grandfather.

Grandpa looked at me, and replied, "Oh, I suppose. But don't make a mess."

"You know, back in the old days, we got whipped for making messes in the family room, as we called it back then," Pryce said seriously, "We got whipped once for every crumb in the carpet." And they both broke out in laughter once more. Ignoring them, I grabbed a pack of chips and returned to the living room. I flopped down on the indigo colored couch, and watched the herd nibbling at some low-hanging branches.

Well, it's better than watching Andy the Trumpeteer trying to wake a sleeping Snorlax, I thought grimly. My PokéNav vibrated as the herd moved onto a new plain, looking for a nesting ground. I hoped it was Janine, or Erika, or someone interesting to talk to. Feeling hopeful, I turned on the screen. And what I saw almost scared me to death.

A great, grey face with many red eyes stared back at me. And on the ground beside it lay a body. I recognized it as Brendan Birch, the champion of Hoenn.

It didn't take a genius to put two and two together; this beast had killed Brendan!


~*CB*~
The 8th Champion

Missingno. Master
27th September 2005, 3:12 AM
Wow. I don't think Flannery would take it too well to see a red-eyed gray monster standing next to Brendan's corpse. Great chapter! Are we going to see any of Flannery's Pokemon?

shining-Celebi
27th September 2005, 4:04 AM
This chapter is very good, especially that you added flannery in. Great job!^^

Sike Saner
27th September 2005, 9:19 PM
Yay, a Gym Leader! Flannery was an excellent choice. You also get bonus points for the cameo by Pryce; when do we ever get to see that guy?

You know what was cool? Registeel's magni-vision. I wonder, is this an ability which all the Regis have in common, or do each of them have a different special skill?

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
28th September 2005, 12:23 AM
MM: Yeah, you'll see a few more of Flannery's Pokémon. Obviously, she'll try to get Brendan back, dead or alive. And Registeel probably won't let here do so peacefully.

Shining-Celebi: Well, Flannery seemed the best choice to me. Can you imagine Misty handling a Registeel?

Sike: Yeah, it's a shame we don't see more of Pryce. He's a great character, especially in the animé. He never got any character development though, games or animé. Plus, he's an Ice Trainer, so that kind of makes me want to write about him in that Chapter. I'm an Ice fanatic :)

And, if you remember, Registeel's power over objects surrounding it is different than its brothers'. Since there is little natural steel/iron/metal, Registeel has expanded its control to pretty much anything, though not as freely as its brothers. Registeel struggled lifting sand back near the beginning, whereas Regirock could've made a fireworks display out of it with ease. This is because Registeel doesn't focus its energy on any one form of matter(likewise, Regirock and Regice would struggle a bit more than Registeel when lifting, say, a tree). Also, Registeel's method of control is a bit different. Registeel imagines what it wishes to happen, and then uses its power to solidify its image. Regirock and Regice send brainwaves at the object they wish to manipulate, and forge a link between them. By moving their corresponding limbs/body parts, the object reacts and follows the movement. So, if the other Regis do indeed get special abilities as well, they'll be different from Registeel's(though I suppose they could magnify to an extent), and the same as each others'.
BTW, all those little hints at their methods of control were present before I wrote this. Just my way of foreshadowing(not that I had intended someone to ask me about this; I had planned to accentuate these differences as I went on in the Fic).


~*CB*~
The 8th Champion

lone_wolf816
28th September 2005, 12:52 AM
Great description on Registeel's powers and I liked Flannery's part. But I always wondered who Flannery's grandfather is... I only noticed one problem, 'back of chips' it should say pack of chips.

Other then that it was a great chapter!

;330;- Spirit Within

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
28th September 2005, 2:39 AM
~Chapter 16: Abduction~


~Flannery~

I stifled a scream as the frightening face popped up. I didn't even know what it was!

"Who or what are you, and what have you done to Brendan?!" I asked, my voice quite shrill. The face just stared back at me, but as I gazed at it, I noticed a small flickering behind its beady red eyes. Was it thinking? Or was it moving what might be eyeballs?

After a long while, it answered, and in a cold, indifferent voice that made the hairs on my neck stand up on end.

I am Registeel, it said simply, but in an odd way. It sounded as though it was challenging me to laugh, or to scream. I definitely felt like screaming.

"You haven't answered my second question. What happened to Brendan?" I said, my voice still high-pitched in fear.

He is dead. I have disposed of him, it said coldly. I was shocked. It was bad enough that this Pokémon had slaughtered one of the greatest Pokémon Trainers the world had ever seen. I, myself, had lost to him every time he had come back to challenge. But this thing talked about it so indifferently, so emotionlessly. It spoke of killing without any remorse or guilt.

Tears crept into the corners of my eyes, but I kept my voice steady as I asked, "But why?" Registeel stared at me, as though contemplating its answer. I had a distinct feeling it was laughing, though.

After a mintue, it responded, Because he is a threat to free Pokémon everywhere. Every member of your accursed race is. You treat us as slaves, as servants, as creatures of war. It's voice was even colder, and I heard a hint of anger as well. It was wrong, though. I treated my Pokémon as equals, and as friends. But right now, that didn't matter.

"Where are you?" I asked Registeel. I had a horrible feeling that it was nearby, perhaps even plotting my death as we spoke.

I am near Lilycove, in an ancient chamber away from civilization. Something about this thing's voice creeped me out; it barely sounded like a voice. It was an echoing, almost muffled noise, but it was defnitely forming words. I saw no mouth opening, though. How was it communicating with me?

"Will you permit me to retrieve Brendan's body?" I asked, my throat now clotting with tears. Again, there was a pause between my question and that time that it spoke again.

Yes, I suppose. It is of no use to me. It merely soils my beautiful chamber, it responded. it's voice was sarcastic, but it was also guarded. I had a sneaking suspicion that it was hiding something. Suddenly, it reached forward with its enormous hand, toward the screen. For one frightening moment, I thought it was going to reach through and grab me. But I reasoned with myself, knowing nothing could possibly do that.

The screen went blank. Registeel must've turned off the PokéNav it was speaking through. Adrenaline pulsed through me. Now came the biggest decision yet. Should I stick to my word, and save Brendan's body? Or should I keep safe, and stay here? It took me little time to decide. Professor Birch would never forgive me if I gave up the chance to save his son. I would dishonor my family, shying away from a such a task. I turned off my PokéNav as well, and stuck it in my pocket. I turned to the right, and passed by the kitchen.

"Something wrong, dear? You look quite pale," Grandpa said from the kitchen. I turned to him, staring straight into his deep blue eyes. Should I tell him? I struggled over the answer, but decided not to. Registeel was capable of murder, and my Grandpa would be too slow to escape if Registeel decided to go after him. Brendan was young and quick, but he had still not been able to escape.

"No, I'm just going...for a walk. That alright?" I told him.

Grandpa looked rather hesitant, but Pryce smiled and said, "I don't see why not. She won't go far, Timothy. Right, Flannery?" His smile was warm, but his eyes flashed as he said that.

"Yeah, right! Just....maybe to Mauville. We're out of Burn Heal, aren't we, Grandpa? Remember last match, when Houndoom burned that Pelipper? You didn't have any Burn Heal, so that poor girl had to go to the Pokémon Center to heal it," I said, forcing a smile.

Grandpa's brow furrowed, but he gave in, and said, "Oh, alright. Be back before lunch, though." I smiled again, trying to appear delighted despite the fear I felt. I turned and opened the door. I shut it behind me quickly, and drew a Pokéball from my belt, and let loose the Pokémon inside. Charizard appeared before me.

"Charizard, you know the way to Lilycove, right?" I asked it in a low voice. Charizard grunted an affirmative. "Alright, good. That's where we'll be going," I informed it. Charizard lowered itself and let me climb onto its back. I got on, and Charizard took off instantly. She soared through the air, speeding me towards possibly the most important battle of my life.



~Registeel~


Humans certainly were gullible, I thought. This new human had come to save Brendan with no thought to her own safety. Overpowering her would probably be no problem. I moved to the right of the entrance, trying to keep myself from her view. I waited there, standing perfectly erect and still.

Then, outside, I heard the flapping of wings, and a voice outside. I pressed myself against the wall a little more. She ran in, and spotted Brendan's body at once. As she ran over to it, I shuffled in front of the entrance, blocking her escape. I sent a strand of thought at her, and made a link between us.

Hello, I said. She shrieked, and looked around wildly.

She caught sight of me, and said, stuttering slightly, "I'm not afraid of you, Registeel! I can fight you and win!"

Is that so? I thought, trying to sound as menacing as possible. If I were going to let this human capture me, I'd have to be as formidable as possible. I had to make her fear me, to make her fear going back on the deal I was about to make.

Well, I don't think that will be necessary. All I ask is that you free me from this chamber. If you do so, I won't hurt you, or further harm Brendan. She stared at me, thinking hard, evidently. I let her think; I couldn't blow this chance by threatening her.

Finally, she responded, "Fine, but only if we fight. One on one, of course."

Alright, I said loftily. I moved forward, still trying to stay as close to the exit as possible. I didn't want her escaping.

I should warn you, I called out on a sudden inspiration, If you try to escape, I will kill you. That is how Brendan died. He tried to back out of the offer. This was far from the truth, but it had the desired effect. Fear showed on her face as she faced me from the other side of the cave. She chose a Pokéball from her waist, and let out a Houndoom. It howled as it appeared. For a moment, fear blossomed within me. I reasoned with myself, though, realizing it couldn't be much stronger than I was, if it was stronger at all.

I sent a Hyper Beam spiraling at it. Houndoom sped away with unbelievable agility. My energy drained once more, and I hunched forward. I apparently had underestimated this human. I hadn't expected to need more than one attack to knock out that Houndoom. It appeared in front of me, snarling up at me. I felt like striking out right then, but I was still recharging.

It opened its mouth and sent a huge jet of scorching flames at me. The pain was terrible, almost as bad as the flames Moltres had hit me with. I stumbled backwards, trying to escape the agony.

Houndoom stretched its mouth wide open, now, and tiny beads of green energy flew into its mouth. A Solarbeam, I presumed. Well, this was convenient. Grass attacks had little effect on me, and it would take a while before it hit. I accessed the energy I used to execute a Superpower attack, and let it pulse through my body. Staring Houndoom right in the eye, I let the energy rocket out from me, streaming into every corner of the cave.

The floor shook beneath me, and the intense light blinded me once more. I shut my eyes off again, waiting.

Then, a sharp blow to my torso sent me careening backwards. Without being able to see where I was going, I wobbled into a wall and fell to the floor.

I reactivated my eyes just in time to feel another ram at my side. I scooted sideways slightly from the force of it. Strangely enough, Houndoom stood where it had been when I had used Superpower. Another charging attack slammed into my head. My head spun, my sight blurring, as I tried to understand what was happening.

Then, I realized this must be a Beat Up attack. It was ingeniously simple. As long as Houndoom kept using the energy of its companions to hit me, it wouldn't have to risk directly attacking me. I stood up, only to be knocked sideways by a fourth hit. I kept my balance, and charged at Houndoom, sending a wild slash at it.

Houndoom was too slow to evade, and was sent crashing to the floor. The constant invisible attacks ceased as it hit the ground, its concentration broken. It leapt to its feet shortly after falling, and closed its eyes. Now quite exhausted, I decided to go all out against Houndoom.

I searched within me, and found that incredible well of energy that let me use Ancientpower. I tapped into it, and sent the energy oscillating into the ground. Rocks burst through the ground, and began circling me, glowing a misty green color. One came from behind Houndoom, and whacked it over the head as it passed. Houndoom yelped, and opened its eyes. They instantly contracted in fear as it saw me gaining power.

It sent a broad stream of flames at me. Without direction, a couple of rocks rushed forward, and took the blow. They shattered as the flames blasted into them, but the small pieces just continued circling me. More rocks were popping out of the ground, until I could barely see Houndoom. Deciding this was enough, and not wanting to push my limits too far, I sent the rocks hurtling through the air at Houndoom.

It barked weakly, and darted away as the first rock flew at it. I watched Houndoom, following its progress. I fired rock after rock at it, but it just kept jumping and running off. A thrilling thought occured to me as I sent the broken rocks swirling at it. Would it be possible to use two powers at once?

Excitedly, I extended my arm, and focused the magnetic energy that drew the rocks from the ground into my arm. The rocks stopped in mid-air, and flung themselves at my arm. They hit lightly, so tenderly that I barely felt them. My arm thickened with stones, appearing three times as large and wide as it normally was. Surprisingly, I felt no weight, although the innumerable rocks were pressing down from all sides.

I swung my new arm at Houndoom, and realized it was barely any heavier than my normal arm. My arm slammed into Houndoom, and send it crashing into the wall. It sank to the floor, and didn't move.

I turned to the female, and thought, There, I have beaten you. Will you now assist me in my escape.

She gave a nervous smile, and said, "Houndoom's not quite down yet." Startled, I turned around, only to find a blast of flames pressing against my face. They incinerated my face, blocking my vision. The power in my arm faded, and the stones dropped heavily to the ground. I toppled backwards, heavily burned and suddenly tired.

I lifted my head feebly, and saw a Pokéball flying at me. I didn't avoid it; this was what I wanted. I felt my molecules compress. The initial feeling was horribly painful and uncomfortable, but as I entered the now enormous sphere, it wasn't so bad. I felt no different than normal, yet I was ten or so times smaller. Inside, I felt inexpliacable comfort emanating from all sides. it was like being surrounded by soft feathers.

I began to fall asleep, and enjoyed the gentle sensation against my bruised and hurt body. My plan had succeeded so far. Now my future lay in the hands of this human. It was her choice what to do with me. She could easily leave me behind; I'd have no way of escaping.

So, I thought as my mind relaxed and sleep drifted over me, I'll just have to trust her...


~*CB*~
The 8th Champion

Sike Saner
28th September 2005, 4:53 AM
Hey, an explanation of Beat Up that actually makes sense! Right on. All in all, Registeel vs. Houndoom was enjoyable. I liked Registeel's lines in this, too. Turns out, it doesn't have to crack jokes to deliver nifty dialogue *is shot for saying "nifty"*.


Yes, I suppose. It is of no use to me. It merely soils my beautiful chamber, it responded.

I love that line. :D

It's a good thing that didn't play out like my usual Registeel capturing ventures...I think it might have been a bit anticlimactic if it'd Struggled itself to death. XP

shining-Celebi
28th September 2005, 3:40 PM
Great chapter! ^^ I liked the battle between houndoom and registeel and the description of inside a pokeball.

Naesala
29th September 2005, 12:48 AM
wow that was exellent!i really liked the discreption of the pokeball it fits what might happen.this is an awsome fic.

~Fire&Ice~
29th September 2005, 6:21 AM
ingenious! This chapter was ingenious... I never thought Flannery would catch Registeel. I like how the Gym Leaders are involved in this. What I like the most is how you gave Flannery a Charizard! My favorite Pokemon!

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
29th September 2005, 11:25 PM
Sike: I never understood Beat Up either. From how the games described it, it sounded like each Pokémon popped out of the Pokéball and punched/kicked/charged the foe. So, I made an alternate explanation for it.

Well, like I said, it'll be a while before Registeel becomes its old self once more, but I decided to show some progression in its understanding of the modern era to the point where it can make jokes and stuff again. If I decide to amke the next Chapter Registeel based, there'll be some more jokes/comments from it.

Shining-Celebi: Well, pretty much every Pokémon stays in its Pokéball, so I figured there had to be a good reason for that. Thus, I invented a comfortable setting for the Pokémon within.

Charizard722: Charizard IS the only Fire/Flying type she could have though. Moltres would be unrealistic(and redundant), as Brendan already has one. Ho-Oh is out of the question; it's far too important. So, Charizard it is.


~*CB*~
The 8th Champion

dark-rukario
30th September 2005, 11:35 PM
this is awesome its geting gory mwuhahahhahahahhahahahahhahahahahahh ;rukario;

~Fire&Ice~
1st October 2005, 2:43 AM
whens the next chapter?

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
1st October 2005, 2:07 PM
whens the next chapter?
Hopefully tonight. I have other responsibilities on Serebii, though, so if it's not tonight, it WILL be tomorrow.

EDIT: OK, here's what happened. We had this great big report for English class to write. It was supposed to be a fairly large summary on what we did in September(the worst part is, we're doing this every month). I planned to type it, but our one computer isn't working at the moment, and the other can't send documents to the printer. It's all pointless anyway, because the printer isn't working in the first place. So, I had to handwrite it, and it took an hour or so. I'm sorry, I really did try to finish it as fast as I could so I could write the next Chapter, but I didn't finish in time. Really, I have an hour left before my curfew comes into play, so I could write a quick Chapter, but I'm sure you'd all rather read a well thought-out Chapter tomorrow than a rushed version of it tonight...So, my sincere apologies to all of you who were awaiting the next Chapter, and I swear I will do it as soon as possible.


~*CB*~
The 8th Champion

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
5th October 2005, 1:08 AM
~Chapter 17: Life or Death~


~Pryce~

My mind raced as Flannery walked out the door. For one, I was astounded that she had thought we wouldn't hear her conversation, when she was only a few feet away, separated from us by just a thin wall. I was also feeling guilty about allowing her to chase this Registeel creature.

Timothy seemed to feel the same way, and asked in a quiet voice, "Are you sure it's a good idea to allow my grandaughter to do this?"

I smiled, trying to appear unconcerned, and replied, "Of course! She needs the experience. She'll be starting at the Ranstarn Pokémon Academy in a week's time, and it's only her second year! Most of her other classmates will have been there at least twice as long as her. She needs as much experience as she can get, I say!" Timothy frowned, doubting my reasoning.

"Anyway, would you rather she chase the other two?" I asked him forcefully. It had been but a few minutes since I had read Timothy's reports, but I was already well aware of the other two Titans of Hoenn. Timothy, a secret agent of the very organization young Brendan had been in, was entrusted with finding the best candidates for the job.

Obviously, as a master of Ice, I'd be the best choice to tame the Titan of Ice. The Rock Titan would be a challenge, but we knew Steel would be all but impossible. Jasmine of Olivine City would never agree, seeing as she needed to tend to her sick Ampharos. Brock was teaching at Ranstarn, so he wouldn't have time to capture it. Giovanni was out of the question; heaven only knows what he could do with such power. Bruno might stand a chance, but contacting him was always difficult. He was opposed to current technology, relying solely on his own strength to carry out whatever he wanted done. That meant he had no PokéNav, PokéGear, or even a simple cell phone.

"If Flannery is willing to capture it, she should be allowed to, I say," I told Timothy, trying to convince him, "It's time you accepted that Flannery is an adult now and can do as she pleases."

Timothy stared hard at me, and asked, "Why should we be uprooting these creatures in the first place? They mean nothing to us, and we have done well without them for the last few centuries. If they really were important, we'd have taken them by now."

I laughed lightly, and shot back, "You're only saying that to distract me. I doubt you're only just now realizing this after 7 years of membership."

Timothy's mouth thinned in indignation, but I went on, "The point is no different than the reasoning we give when we trap Pokémon in Pokéballs and remove them from their lifelong homes. It is to build a bond of trust between each other, to show them that we mean no harm. There is also an infinite amount of opportunity behind this whole scheme. Do you realize the techniques we could learn from these creatures? They've been around for hundreds, perhaps even thousands of years! They've seen and used so many different methods of battling and strategy. Their knowledge could benefit the entire human race!"

Timothy opened his mouth to respond, but the regulator on the wall gave a deep sound like a gong as it reached two o' clock.

"Well, Timothy, I'd best be off. I'll be walking to the Titan of Ice, so I don't want to be traveling in the darkness," I said quickly.

Timothy's brow furrowed, but he responded, "Very well....Good luck." I waved my hand in acknowledgement, and walked out the door.


~Flannery~

I picked up the Pokéball, and placed it at my belt.

Well, that's a relief, I thought. Blood was still racing through me, as it had done during the recent battle. At any time, Registeel could've annihilated me with it attacks. But what brilliant attacks they were! I'd been training with Pokémon, but Registeel attacked with such ease and confidence that it made my Houndoom seem weak in comparison.

Perhaps Registeel could help me at Ranstarn, I thought. But that was the least of my worries right now. I walked over to Brendan, and examined him. It was a pitiful sight, seeing him so bloodstained. His midriff looked as though it was on a hinge, so deep was the cut. I knelt by him silently, thinking about what to do next.

A quiet noise permeated my thoughts. And it seemed to be coming from Brendan. I stared at him, and saw his chest rising and falling slowly. He was alive! Happiness surged through me, but I quickly realized that even if I could get him to the nearest hospital, he'd probably die of blood loss.

Cursing this terrible predicament, I thought hard. The obvious option was to bring a group of professionals here and save him, but I had no idea how long he had been like this or how long he could stay like it. I gritted my teeth, thinking harder than I ever had before. What could I do to save him?

I had no medical profession(But, I reflected in irony, I'd probably be learning things like this in Ranstarn in a few days), and my Pokémon couldn't do anything...The idea came to me suddenly, as though thrust into my mind from an outside source. Registeel seemed to have adequate control over its surroundings, and it could probably mend Brendan's body!

A strand of fear flickered through me at thought. Registeel frightened me in many ways, and it could easily kill me. I pushed that thought away, realizing Brendan's need was far greater than mine. I grabbed Registeel's Pokéball and released it, hoping against hope that Registeel would help me. It appeared beside me, and turned its large head to stare at Brendan as well.

It rounded on me, and demanded in a terrifying voice, Why are we still here? You promised to free me, you pitiful excuse for a living being.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I responded, "I will! But first, I need you to help me! Brendan's still alive, but dying fast. I want you to heal him." Registeel stared at me with its unfathomable eyes.

After a very tense pause, it responded, Do I look like a Blissey to you? I haven't got any experience at healing. "No, but you can control everything around you. You could throw me into a wall without even trying!"

Hm, wouldn't that be fun? Registeel thought back. I wasn't sure it was kidding.

"Registeel, please!" I begged, "Brendan won't survive if he stays like this, that much I know. All I'm asking of you is to seal his wound and stop the bloodflow!"

Struck by another idea, I added, "And if you don't, I won't let you escape! I'll leave and never return!" I knew seconds after I said this that I had made a mistake.

Registeel twitched in anger, and shot back, Do you think I won't find another way to escape?! As long as Brendan's communication device is still functional, I can convince as many humans as I want to come here! I could send for a cavalry to escort me from this infernal chamber! Do you honestly think that you leaving will prevent my eventual escape? At that point, I gave up. Registeel had decided, and all I had done was provoke. I lowered my head, and cried openly. But, as I sobbed, Registeel's voice entered my head again.

I will heal him.

I looked up in disbelief. Registeel was staring at me very intently. Of course, its face was as still as ever, but those small lights I had glimpsed behind its eyes were spinning madly now. Registeel stepped over to Brendan's body. Its arms went brilliantly white, and it pulled at Brendan's broken flesh. He pulled it together, and it stayed together. There was no scar.

As it mended Brendan, I thought about what had just happened. Obviously, my crying had changed its mind. Nothing else made sense. But why? Registeel had made its point loud and clear that it couldn't care less if Brendan died on the spot. We only just met, too, so it couldn't be affection or pity for me that made it change its mind. It was a very bizarre event indeed, but I had no time to ponder it.

Brendan's wounds were healed, and the blood was no longer pouring from his sides. But there was more to the wound. Brendan's spine was still severed, and internal bleeding was likely. Not to mention a few vital organs were most likely damaged. I had to get him medical care, and fast.


~*CB*~
The 8th Champion

shining-Celebi
5th October 2005, 1:40 AM
I'm glad Brendan's okay! I like that Pryce gets to go to Regice's cave. I wonder what Pokemon he'll use? Anyway, this is an awesome chapter!^^

Pokeprof
6th October 2005, 8:30 AM
Amazingness!! Other than that, I've got nothing else to say. Your story is just so amazing, I can't think of what to call it! Now we know Pryce goes for Regice, but what about Regirock? Who gets to have the dangerous task of capturing Regirock?

SpaceFlare
6th October 2005, 1:42 PM
Amazing, dude! 5 stars!!!!

:)

Post the next chapter up ASAP.

As for me, I'm on writing hiatus as I'm out of ideas.

Sike Saner
8th October 2005, 5:46 AM
After a very tense pause, it responded, Do I look like a Blissey to you?

Okay, that made me laugh; it just did.


"No, but you can control everything around you. You could throw me into a wall without even trying!"

Hm, wouldn't that be fun? Registeel thought back.

O_O Dang, Registeel! I liked that too. ^_^

I will say that I'm glad to see you've given Pryce such a prominent role in this. As I have said before, that poor guy just does not get enough attention.

JimBob
8th October 2005, 7:44 PM
this fic is like awesome and stuff

~Fire&Ice~
8th October 2005, 8:07 PM
I looked up indisbelief.

I think you meant in disbelief.

This was another great chapter I am excited for the next one!!!

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
10th October 2005, 10:50 AM
Sike: Glad to see you liked those little snares of Registeel's wit.

Of all the Gym Leaders, Pryce is one of the most underappreciated and neglected. He has no past in the games, and he gets a very small one in the animé. IMO, it's just not enough. Besides, it's either Pryce or the already overly-glorified Lorelei.....

JimBob: Well put:p

Charizard: Thanks for the correction. I'll fix that immediately.

As you all can probably guess, with the release of Pokémon XD: Gale of Darkness, I've been very busy and unwilling/unable to write the next Chapter(not because I don't want to, it's just that my desire to complete the game is greater than my desire to write the next Chapter). However, since today is a day off, and I've pretty much beaten the main game, I do believe I'll have the time and the willpower to write the next Chapter today. I'm not guaranteeing anything, though; having avoided the various XD Guides, I'm not sure how the long the game goes on after completing Citadark Isle, so if it is longer than I expected, I probably won't get around to writing the next Chapter. I'll do my best, though.


~*CB*~
The 8th Champion

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
11th October 2005, 1:58 AM
~Chapter 18: Survival~


~Pryce~

Already, my legs were beginning to give way. Being 74 years old meant that I was nowhere near as strong as I had been in my youth. I had only gone a mile at most, but it was taking a toll on my strength. It was not to be unexpected, though; climbing the Jagged Pass is a feat few can accomplish.

Wearily, I decided to ride my Piloswine to the Titan of Ice. I pulled out its Ultra Ball, and let it out. Piloswine turned to me and gave a short, happy grunt. I smiled, and patted its head gently.

"Piloswine," I began quietly, "I know this is asking a lot of you, but I need to ride you to Rustboro. It's not really that far, just a few Routes between." Piloswine's hair blocked its eyes, but I could tell that it was eying me warily through its fur. Finally, it sank an inch; it was allowing me to climb on.

"Thanks a lot, old friend," I told Piloswine sincerely. I scrambled onto its back, and urged it forward. Piloswine shuffled along the Route, its small feet making a scraping noise against the dirt. Eventually, the infamous desert came into view. Piloswine hesitated briefly, but then plowed through the sand.

Sand battered my face, catching in my eyes and nose. I buried my face in my sleeve, trusting Piloswine to guide me through. Deprived of sight, my thoughts strayed toward the chamber I knew was sitting mere yards away. It would be so easy to turn Piloswine in that direction and capture the Rock Titan.

But I knew this long voyage would be worth it in the end. And if I didn't get to the Ice chamber soon, someone else would. Assuming Flannery had told someone what had happened, the story of the three Titans would be spreading all over the land. A headstart was exactly what I needed.

Suddenly, the pounding sand stopped, and I felt only the win. I looked up, and found myself and Piloswine on the other side of the desert. Piloswine was panting slightly. I reached down and rubbed its side.

"The desert is one of the most brutal areas in Hoenn. You've made it through, though, and that means the worst is behind us," I informed it encouragingly. Piloswine made a small rumbling grunt in response, and blundered onwards.



~Flannery~


I grabbed Brendan around the neck and legs. His unconscious body buckled, his spine still severed. Disregarding this, I twisted my arm so that it reached my waist. I pulled out Charizard's Pokéball, and released her.

"Charizard," I told her urgently as soon as she had fully materialized, "I need you to fly us to Fallarbor Hospital." Charizard gave a quiet roar, and plodded out of the cave. I returned Registeel abruptly, knowing no force on earth would allow Charizard to carry me, Registeel, and Brendan simultaneously.

I put Brendan's body gently in between Charizard's wings, and climbed on behind him. Charizard tottered slightly, unaccustomed to bearing such weight. But it took off as easily as ever, and soared over the land.

With nothing else to do, I again wondered why Registeel had decided to help me. The simplest answer to me was that it knew it would be in deep trouble if convicted of homocide, but it would be quite easy for Registeel to massacre any police force trying to capture it. It was quite perplexing. Whatever had made it heal Brendan, I was glad it did so.

Charizard leaned forward, descending toward Fallarbor. Brendan slid slightly forward. I grabbed his arm and maintained a firm grip on it. It was all I needed for him to fall off and die after this whole ordeal. Charizard landed in front of the big silver building beside the Pokémon Center.

I jumped off, and Charizard stuck its neck out, lowering itself. I eased Brendan's body down her neck, and held it in the same cradling position as before. I kicked open the door, not bothering to return Charizard just yet. The receptionist looked up in surprise.

"Please, miss, this boy has been critically injured. His spine is severed, and I suspect a few broken ribs and vital organs. He needs immediate care," I burst out.

A soft gasp escaped her carnation pink lips, and she said, "Alright. I'll call Doctor Cozmo." She opened a silvery box behind her, and pulled a phone from within.

As she spoke into it, her voice echoed across the hospital, "Doctor Cozmo, urgent case in the reception room. Report immediately. Please bring a stretcher."

"Thank you," I said breathlessly. My heart was fluttering madly, my head filled with concern for Brendan. The receptionist smiled briefly, and opened her mouth just as a young man burst through the double doors to our left. Behind him, a woman and a man were wheeling a stretcher into the room.

"What's happened?" he asked the receptionist, his brown eyes jumping to me immediately afterward.

"Sir, this young man seems to have been severely injured," she said firmly.

He stared at her for a moment, and then turned to me, "Alright, miss, please place the boy onto the stretcher." I hurried forward, and slowly lowered Brendan's body onto the stretcher.

"Where to, doctor?" the male nurse asked.

"Room D-14," Doctor Cozmo said quickly. The nurses both nodded, and wheeled Brendan through the same door.

"Miss, please follow me," Cozmo ordered. He turned and followed the stretcher. I followed suit, and rushed after him. We rushed down the hall, and stopped at the fifth door to the right. Room D-14, read the golden lettering on the transparent glass. Doctor Cozmo opened the door, through which the nurses hurried.

Suddenly remembering Charizard, I cried out, "Hold on a moment, sir. I've left my Charizard outside. May I go retrieve it?" Cozmo nodded, and walked through the doorway as well. I dashed down the hall, and out the door. Charizard sat there, her eyes lazily following a Ledyba hovering through the forest.

"Charizard, return!" I cried out, and returned her to her Pokéball. I ran back inside, and down the hall again. I stopped in front of a door, and checked the glass. Room D-12, it read. Wrong room. I glimpsed a wide gash in a woman's leg before moving down the hall.

I found the right room at the next door; I seemed to have stopped one door too soon. I peeked in, and found a small waiting room separated from the main operating room. Men and woman were leaning over Brendan, discussing his wounds quietly.

Cozmo was watching through the transparent window which took up most of the wall in front of me. He turned to me as he heard the door open.

"You are Flannery, am I right?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied. "Please, sit down, ma'am," he said. It sounded more like a request than an order.

"You must be tired," he went on, "And I have some important questions to ask." Swallowing nervously, I lowered myself into a chair in a corner.

He stared down at me, and asked grimly, "What was your role in this injury?"

Relaxing ever so slightly, I replied, "I discovered Brendan injured. I had no part in the actual attack." I decided to keep Registeel to myself unless questioned directly about it.

"How long has he been like this?" he asked me. I had no clue. All I knew was that it had happened.

"I'd guess no more than 12 hours," I said.

Doctor Cozmo nodded, and then asked, "What, may I ask, happened?" I swallowed again, trying to rid myself of the nervous lump taking form in my throat.

"Brendan had gone after a legendary Pokémon. It seems to be more intelligent than an ordinary Pokémon; it negotiated with Brendan, trying to make a bargain. He refused, and it attacked him. Somehow, and for reasons unknown, it contacted me. I set out to find him. I defeated the Pokémon, whose name I discovered was Registeel, and forced it to close the open wound it had made. So, then I-"

Doctor Cozmo cut me off abruptly, asking, "The wound was opened?"

"Yes," I replied uneasily. "Then there is probably some contaminance," he said gravely. He opened the door, and walked in. I couldn't hear him, but I knew he was telling the surgeons this new bit of information. He turned to me after a few minutes, and came back into our room.

"Doctor Cozmo, it-" I began, but he cut me off once more.

"Please, call me Barty."

I stared at him, and asked, "Isn't your name Vincent?"

He smiled slightly, and replied, "No, that is my father's name." I was confused now.

"I'm sorry for the confusion, but you do look extraordinarily similar to your father," I said.

"I hear that all the time," he said, still smiling a little, "I never shared the same love for astronomy as he did. My passion was anatomy, and he graciously allowed me to attend Ranstarn Pokémon Academy and learn more about anatomy there. Admittedly, he was a bit sad that I wasn't going to become an astrologist as well, but he was supportive nontheless."

"I go to Ranstarn, too! My second year is coming up," I said excitedly when he had finished.

A true smile formed this time, and Barty replied, "Well, I wish you the best of luck. I know how challenging it can be, and that's not even counting the social pressure. No one really knows each other, so unless you make friends quickly, you'll become an outcast."

His brow suddenly furrowed, and he said, "Listen to us, reliving our pasts and discussing school. We have much more important matters present. How exactly did this Registeel heal the boy?"

Take aback a bit, I responded, "Well, it used some inner store of energy, and it used this power to mend his skin. It was quite incredible; it didn't even leave a scar!"

Barty Cozmo stared at me for a long while, and then responded, "Well, given the circumstances, I believe the best chance this boy has for survival would be Registeel itself mending his wounds."


~*CB*~
The 8th Champion

Sike Saner
11th October 2005, 9:11 PM
Now, you see? There's yet another great thing about using Pryce: It gives you the opportunity to use Piloswine, which we NEVER GET TO SEE! So, kudos for that. Nice to see such Pokémon given a bit of attention.


Barty Cozmo stared at me for a long while, and then responded, "Well, given the circumstances, I believe the best chance this boy has for survival would be Registeel itself mending his wounds."

...Uh-oh. Dr. Registeel...Well, I'll admit, its reparative methods for humans is thus far a GREAT deal more...er, gentle than its remedies for other Regis...Well, I guess it would have to take a slightly more drastic and less subtle approach to golems of rock and ice, but...As long as it stays considerately gentle where healing humans is concerned, then there shouldn't be anything to worry about. Registeel's a preety capable guy, really.

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
11th October 2005, 10:06 PM
Capable, yes, but trustworthy? That's the real question. And Registeel probably doesn't feel very strongly toward Brendan.

I'm going by the animé a bit with Pryce, where his oldest and favorite Pokémon is Piloswine. And yeah, it is quite neglected. It's a shame, Piloswine is such a cool Pokémon(no pun intended).


~*CB*~
The 8th Champion

shining-Celebi
12th October 2005, 12:14 AM
Amazing chapter!Piloswine got a part! It's cool how you put in Doctor Cosmo^^

Great job!

Ice_Scyther
13th October 2005, 4:31 PM
Nice chapters!!!! Registeel is awesome, but will it want to heal Brendon, or kill him? He's not very trustworthy. And Piloswine rules!!!!

pokemon master:Stranger
15th October 2005, 3:54 PM
when i read this i was OMG! this is story telling at its best!
this could easly be made into a book.
this story is alot like the harry potter books its just exciting and makes you want to read the next part i cant wait for the next part.

oh and for some ideas:i think it would be cool if you found some way if brining latias back because shes my fav.

please post when the next part will be.

~Fire&Ice~
17th October 2005, 2:06 AM
Another great chapter done! Especially with the second cameo of Charizard! So Pryce is going to walk all the way to the ice tomb? That means hes going to be walking on water, right? lol (I sure hope not). I really enjoyed this one. The suspense is killing me!

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
18th October 2005, 2:05 AM
~Chapter 19: The Secret Unveiled~


~Pryce~

Piloswine plodded through the ruined forest slowly, its feet releasing clouds of soot from the ground. I remembered, as though from a past life, when this forest was lush and green, and where many different species frolicked. Now it was a mere memory.

32 years ago, Mt. Chimney had blown itself to pieces, burying the forest, Fallarbor Town, and Lavaridge Town. Of course, the cities were rebuilt, and the forest was regrown, but nothing could convince the Pokémon that had once lived here to return.

The forest was enchanting in its own way, but compared to the once-beautiful, utopia-like habitat it had once been, it was a terrible sight to behold. Sighing slightly, I nudged Piloswine onward.

Suddenly, my PokéGear gave a loud trill, startling a few Pidgeys out of their nest. I grabbed for it, and opened it up. Timothy's wrinkled face stared back at me.

"Pryce, I just wanted to tell you that Brendan has been-" he began, but cut himself off and cleared his throat slightly.

"Sorry," he said hoarsely.

"No problem. Continue," I said.

"Brendan Birch has been admitted into Fallarbor Hospital. Flannery's there with them, and I'm guessing she caught Registeel. The word's gotten out that Brendan's been attacked, somehow, so a TV crew should be showing up there soon. If you could capture the Ice Titan quickly, it would help. Once Flannery confesses to the station about Registeel, Trainers far and wide will begin searching for the remaining two," Timothy said. He cleared his throat again as he waited for my response.

"Of course," I said quietly, "We knew this would happen. Well, I'm traipsing through Fallarbor Forest, with the help of my dear friend Piloswine." I raised my voice a bit at the end of this sentence. Piloswine gave a pleased grunt from beneath me.

Timothy smiled weakly, and replied, "Right, you should be able to get to the chamber before anyone finds out....Good luck." The screen went blank, and I pocketed the PokéGear.

"Piloswine, do you think you can make it to Rustboro before the end of the day?" I asked gently. Piloswine halted for a moment, and grunted an affirmative.

"Excellent," I exclaimed happily. Piloswine started up again, plowing through the dusty grass, en route to Fallarbor.



~Flannery~


Cozmo's suggestion seemed crazy. Registeel was the would-be killer of Brendan, how on earth could Cozmo suggest that it should heal Brendan? But I had no choice. It was either this, or allow Brendan to die.

"Alright," I said reluctantly. I picked up Registeel's Pokéball.

Barty smiled, and said, "Thank you, this will help greatly. Now, follow me." He walked into the operating room. I nervously followed him, unsure if I was making the right decision. Instantly, I found all eyes resting upon me. Face burning, I asked Barty Cozmo what to do next.

"Just let Registeel out. I will talk to it. You can return to the other room and watch, if you'd like," he said.

"A-Alright," I said, the word stumbling over itself in my throat. I tapped the button on the Pokéball. Registeel appeared before me, the lights from the ceiling reflected from its steely hide. I quickly turned around and walked into the other room. I was rather afraid of being too close to Registeel.

I sat down in the same chair, and watched. But Registeel was doing nothing. It was merely watching Barty warily. Then, suddenly, its voice entered my head.

Where am I, and why am I being gazed at by your......brethren? Registeel didn't need to face me to communicate with me; its many eyes were still looking over Barty.

They're not my brothers, I thought back.

The feeling of talking by thought was both new and exciting. I could hear my words echoing as they traveled across our link into Registeel's brain. I could even feel the barriers present, preventing the thought from accessing other people in the room. I could say whatever I wanted right now, and no one would even know! But I wasn't too confident about opening up to Registeel, and I doubted I would be until it did the same for me.

Its voice cut through my thoughts abruptly, They're the same species as you are, I meant. Why are they examining me? Is this some sort of laboratory?

No. They expect you to heal Brendan, I thought back. Registeel began a thought, I sensed it through our link, but Doctor Cozmo spoke first.

"Registeel," he said, his voice faint and muffled through the glass, "We at the Fallarbor Hospital formally request a corrective surgery from you." Registeel seemed to forget that our thoughts were still linked. I could feel its thoughts focusing into a point, and connecting to Cozmo's mind.

And what if I refuse? The surgeons around him could not hear Registeel, and looked quite puzzled as Cozmo jumped backward in surprise. I heard his thoughts as well, as this was a three-way link.

The law is on our side, Registeel. If you refuse to help Brendan, he will die, and you will be charged and convicted of manslaughter, Barty said, the formal tone gone from his voice. He now sounded forbidding and guarded, rather like Registeel usually did.

The thought bounced around my head, and then sped along our mental bond. Horrified, I tried to recall the thought. Registeel would know I was eavesdropping if I allowed my emotions to tap into his.

But just as the thought rode down the bond, the doors burst open, and an excitable looking woman with blue-hair. and a cameraman barged into the room. Everyone turned to look at them, even Registeel.

Dimly, I heard my vague, half-formed thought about Barty's voice reach Registeel's mind. I felt its mild surprise at my presence, and then a constricting sensation as it shut off the link between us. I felt strangely trapped within my own head as the link was severed.

I had no time to dwell on it, though; the blue-haired woman grabbed my hand and shook it vigorously, "Hello, the name's Gabby! No need to introduce yourself, I know who you are! You're Flannery, the Lavaridge Gym Leader!"

"Yes," I said, startled. My face was burning again as I saw the camera focusing on me.

The cameraman("Ty," said the name tag on his plain white T-Shirt) flicked on the On button, but not before whispering, "Nice big smile, now." I tried to smile, but my mouth seemed to have frozen. I tried to think of something funny, just for the sake of looking good on camera.

I thought of how my best friend, Whitney, must be feeling seeing me on TV and sitting at home on her couch. The thought was enough to make me crack a nervous smile. Gabby walked over to me, and wrapped her arm around me.

"Hello," she said, her voice abandoning its rapid, exuberant manner, and adopting a business-like tone instead, "We're here Live at Fallarbor Hospital, where young Flannery, whom you all know as the Lavaridge Gym Leader, has just saved Brendan Birch's life! Flannery, do tell me what is wrong with poor Mr. Birch here." She gestured to the operating room, where 6 surgeons, Barty, Registeel were watching in surprise.

"W-Well," I said, instantly berating myself for stuttering on Live TV, "Brendan's spine got snapped in half, and I think a few vital organs have holes in them."

"Oh no, that's terrible!" Gabby exclaimed, a ridiculously exaggerated expression of horror on her face, "What on earth could have caused such a terrible event?" I hesitated a bit before responding, unsure if revealing Registeel was a good idea. Then, realizing that Registeel was standing several feet behind me in plain view of the camera, I knew the entire world was watching it anyway.

I replied, "Brendan went off searching for this great big Legendary Pokémon, whose name is Registeel. He got attacked there, and I had to come and save him."

This was a feeble, if not slightly inaccurate, version of the past few hours, but this was TV. A long-winded novel of an explanation would just bore the people watching.

"How very impressive! I'm sure Brendan must feel lucky to have a friend like you!" Gabby said, a hint of her natural voice peaking through. I knew Brendan and I weren't friends, exactly, but again, I decided to skip over this.

"Yeah..." I said quietly. "So, Flannery, can you tell use what the marvelous doctors there are doing to save Brendan's life?" It suddenly occurred to me how Professor Birch must be feeling if he was watching this.

"Well, Registeel is about to reconnect Brendan's spine and fill in the holes made. It's very good at this sort of thing." I turned to Registeel as I said this. Its face remained expressionless, but I had a feeling it had rather appreciated me saying that. Registeel turned to Brendan, and began making incisions where they were needed.

"Flannery, it must have taken a brilliant Trainer to capture this mighty beast!" Gabby said, smiling widely, "Who is currently in ownership of Registeel?"

"Me," I said proudly, smiling again slightly.

"Wow!" Gabby said, a mixture of artificial awe and shock on her face. Right after this, I felt Registeel contacting me.

It closed the link quickly, but not before saying, This woman's concern for the boy is about as real as her hair color. I fought hard to keep a straight face. It would be very embarrassing for me to burst out laughing for no reason.

"Well, folks, that's all for now," Gabby said, turning to the camera, "We'll be back tomorrow with a full report on Brendan's condition. You can count on it!" At this, she gave an enormous wink and a thumbs-up. Ty pushed the Off button, and Gabby turned to me.

"Well, Flannery, it's been a pleasure meeting you! Thanks for being such a good guest star!" she said happily. "No problem," I said, a true smile crossing my face.

Gabby and Ty turned and walked out the room. I heard Gabby complaining about "Not enough make-up" as she left.

I sank into the chair, a bit mortified. This wasn't exactly how I had imagined my TV debut.




~*CB*~
The 8th Champion

pokemon master:Stranger
18th October 2005, 7:14 PM
wow great chapter your story telling skills get better each chapter you do.

shining-Celebi
19th October 2005, 1:05 AM
This woman's concern for the boy is about as real as her hair color.

I couldn't help laughing at that one^^


I liked the little history part about Mt. Chimney.Yay!More piloswine!^^

I'm glad Registeel decided to help out. Anyways great chapter keep it up!^^

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
19th October 2005, 1:35 AM
Just wanted to say, as the actual Chapter doesn't really give any indication towards it, the next Chapter will be based on how exactly Registeel heals Brendan. It would be rather boring to just bring in Registeel and spontaneously heal Brendan with no actual description of it.


~*CB*~
The 8th Champion

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
21st October 2005, 1:16 AM
~Chapter 20: Patching the Wounds~


~Pryce~

It wasn't long before I realized Piloswine was growing tired. Its small legs were trembling, and it was panting deeply. Fallarbor wasn't in view, so the Pokémon Center was out of the question. My only option was to rest out here. I scanned my surroundings, and founds a patch of grass beneath a ledge.

"Piloswine, you need some rest. Let's rest in that little clearing over there," I said, pointing it out. Piloswine grunted gratefully, and lumbered over to the clearing. I slid down Piloswine's sleek, brown hair, and sat down. The grass felt cool and soft. I patted Piloswine's ear, and thanked it for being so persistent.

Piloswine grunted again, and laid itself on its side. Minutes later, it was snoring peacefully. As I watched its great stomach inflate and deflate, I felt my own stomach rumbling.

We both need some food, I decided. I didn't have anything with me at the moment, but perhaps there was something in the forest that was edible. I made to get up, but then I remembered Piloswine. I just couldn't wake it up; it was sleeping so peacefully, and it quite deserved this period of rest. And I couldn't leave him alone, either. Finally, I decided to leave one of my other Pokémon behind. I gripped two Pokéballs at my belt.

"Jynx, Shellder, c'mon out!" I said quietly. The two Pokémon appeared before me, their attention quickly turning to the snoring Piloswine.

"Jynx, I want you to stay here and guard Piloswine. If anything comes at it, it'll be too weary to attack adequately. Shellder, come with me. We're going to find some food," I instructed. I bent down slowly, careful not to injure my constantly aching spine. I scooped up Shellder into my arms, and walked off in the direction I came from.

Shellder remained silent, perhaps frightened by the forest. It probably was a bit uncomfortable with this new place, too. I had hatched Shellder mere days ago, and as an infant, it was still learning what to do and when to do it. It seemed to sense that now was not a time for noise.

Trying to be friendly with it, I said to it, "Shellder, if you can smell any sort of food, let me know."

"Shell!" it said in its high-pitched squeak. Its tongue hung out of its inner body, as always, and it salivated slightly at the mention of food. Grimacing slightly, I walked on.

There didn't seem to be much to eat around here. All I saw was the gnarled tree limbs and trunks, neither of which looked very appetizing.

"Der!" Shellder screeched. The noise made me jump, but Shellder didn't seem to care. It wrestled itself free of my grip, and stared toward the northeastern section of the forest. I followed its gaze, and saw a solitary Berry Tree perched on the edge of a ledge some five yards away.

"Perfect, Shellder!" I said. Shellder turned to me, its face filled with happiness. I started toward the tree, but a wail in the distance stopped me. I knew that cry; I'd heard it so many times in the past. It was Jynx's.

I ran over to Shellder, and picked it up hastily. Shellder wriggled in protest and squealed loudly at first, but apparently realized that I had a good reason for the sudden 'assault'. We reached the spot where Jynx and Piloswine where just in time to see Jynx topple to the ground, smoke swirling from it into the sky. In front of it sat a Magcargo, which was now beginning to slither toward Piloswine.

Piloswine stood up, sleepy and confused. Magcargo sent a Flamethrower blasting into. Piloswine howled in agony, and fell to the side as well. I watched, aghast, as the entire scene played before my eyes. I looked down at Shellder, who was stock-still and watching the battle with wide-eyed horror.

"Shellder, you're all I've got right now," I told it. The impact of the words hit me seconds after I spoke them. I realized I'd forgotten Dewgong back at Mahogany Gym. I had no way to Surf to the Ice Titan's island. How could I be so foolish? I shook my head in self-disgust. But Shellder didn't notice anything. My reliance on it had spurred it on to a fiery rage.

It sprang from my arms and gave a sharp cry toward Magcargo. Magcargo lowed in surprise, but turned to face Shellder. A blast of fire shot forward from its dripping mouth. Shellder knew what to do, though. Rings of water emerged from within its shell, and zoomed toward the fiery stream. They collided sharply with the fire, creating a great deal of mist.

But Shellder kept the attack going, even though the visibility was poor. Eventually, Magcargo stopped, noticing Shellder's counterattack. Shellder took advantage of the attack's halt, and sent more watery rings toward Magcargo. The glowing blue rings splashed into Magcargo, and made it recoil in pain.

Shellder bounced forward, using its opponent's moment of weakness to its own advantage once more. Its eyes glowed a blazing white; icy daggers swirled above it, hardening and crystallizing to fine points. Shellder gave an echoing shout, and the spears rocketed forward.

They stabbed at Magcargo, melting quickly against its molten body, but hurting it all the same. Magcargo groaned loudly, but shook its head, flinging magma everywhere in the process. It glared at Shellder, its eyes flaming red as it did. Around it, rocks burst free of the ground, and shot toward Shellder in a Rock Throw deluge.

Shellder stood its ground, and sent another set of spears careening towards Magcargo and its Rock Throw. The knife-like icicles impaled the oncoming rocks, shattering them easily. Shellder danced about, shaking energy loose from its own small body, and creating more projectile icicles.

Magcargo, out of rocks to throw and defend itself with, was speared by the icicles. It gave an almighty wail, and then slumped where it sat, defeated.

"Brilliant, Shellder!" I roared happily. Shellder turned to me, its orb-like eyes filled with glee and triumph. It launched itself into my arms, where I caught it and gave it a tight hug. For such a young Shellder, it had put up an excellent fight. Though my happiness for it was great, I knew Piloswine and Jynx were suffering.

I grabbed all three of the Pokéballs, and deftly returned the three while balancing Shellder in my arms throughout the process. I turned to the north, and trudged through the greying grass. My three Pokémon needed healing, and I needed to get my Dewgong. There was only one place where I could do all of that simultaneously, and that was the Pokémon Center.



~Registeel~


During Flannery's interview, Doctor Cozmo told me all I needed to know. My first assignment was to mend Brendan's bruised and punctured organs. I gazed into the cut I had made in his stomach, and found a sick-looking, feces-shaped blob. I assumed this was the 'liver', as Cozmo had called it.

I magnified the image of it(though quite unwillingly; it was bad enough seeing the sickening thing from a distance) mentally. The liver organ before me rushed forward to match the image in my mind. I saw the tear in the muscle wall, and thought of it fixed. But somehow, it didn't work.

I stared at the disgusting thing, wondering what to do. Then, I realized the cells within must be damaged as well. I magnified the image even further. Small, little ovals swam around in my eyes, many of them broken or merely sitting in place, too damaged to function. I focused on each minute cell in turn, seeing in my mind's eye each of them whole and functioning.

It was strenuous work, and then there were many other parts in there that needed healing. Finally, most of the cells were healed, and the ones that were beyond repair, I merely deleted. Then, the tear in the wall was the next thing to heal. Though I thought I knew the result, I tried to mend it once more. Again, nothing happened.

I decided that healing it bit by bit might prove more effective. I focused on a rather smooth flap. I saw it hooking itself to the adjacent tissue, completely healed. The flap moved over slowly, and connected itself with the other flap.

I turned my eyes in turn to each bit of the organ, mending the cut. In a few minutes, it looked normal. Or at least, as normal as this pile of dung could look.

Wearily, I focused on the incision I had made, and found a large amount of blood oozing from it.

Oh no you don't, I thought bitterly. The blood sucked itself back inside, as I had imagined it in my mind. I quickly sealed the wound before anymore blood could gush out.

Registeel, I heard Cozmo's voice say, our minds still bonded, I don't suppose you'd be able to mend the wounds without opening Brendan's skin?

No, I can only manipulate what I can see at the moment. I wouldn't be able to see anything, therefore, I wouldn't be able to fix anything, I explained, a hard note in my voice. I didn't need his stupid questions pestering me when I was already hard at work healing the boy's body.

Sighing mentally, I slit another part of his stomach open, and found another disgusting, slimy organ. It was what I assumed to be the urinating organ, what Cozmo had called a 'bladder.' The sight of these repulsive piles of flesh made me feel fortunate to have mechanical organs.

But, according to the doctor, this was the last organ that had been damaged. After this, all I needed to do was rejoin the spine and clean the blood cells. I magnified the bladder's appearance slowly, not wanting to run out of energy at such an important point, and eventually was able to see the urine cells floating around inside. Immensely thankful this was an indirect operation, I began eliminating them.

The cells basically exploded before me, leaving no trace that they had ever been there. No noise emanated from them, even though a popping noise would have made sense here. After the cells had been destroyed, I found myself once more sealing the cut in the muscle wall. Then, there were blood vessels and other stringy little things floating around in the blood that I needed to reconnect.

Angrily wishing I hadn't even attacked the boy in the first place, I pulled at the cords mentally, reattaching them wherever I found a hole that they fit into. I sewed the cut together with my mind, first pushing the blood back into Brendan's body. After the cut was finished, I sat down, regaining strength. This was no easy task.

But, the greatest task was still ahead, as Cozmo noted seconds later, Right, now you must reattach the vertebral column. Be sure all the nerves are properly aligned, or there may be nasty side-effects.

You know, I thought, my temper blazing within me, How about I get you to grapple with these nasty little flesh balls, and I tell you what to do every three seconds. Would you rather I do that? I felt surprise go through Cozmo's mind, along with slight indignation, but I didn't care. All I wanted right now was for this accursed operation to finish and for me to sleep again.

I didn't wait for a response from Cozmo, but merely flipped Brendan over(rather abruptly so, too; I heard disapproving murmurs from everyone around me). I sliced open the skin on his back, and peered down at the snapped spine. Wearily, I saw the two connecting in my mind, and the real bones followed my internal example. Next, I found myself struggling over the cords that so annoyingly scrambled around the human body.

Though thoroughly irritated and exhausted, I took great care in reconnecting the strings. For one, I knew Brendan would be severely crippled if I made a mistake. And two(more prominently), I knew I'd be forced to redo the surgery if I sloppily repaired the cords. At last, all looked as it should.

Now came the daunting task of cleaning the cells. The dirt would be easy to identify, but catching the cell before it rushed off to a different part of the body would be challenging. The organs were mostly still, so the constantly moving cells would be a new experience.

I grouped a bundle of cells together, and searched for contaminants. A few were a murky brown color. I isolated the dirt, and destroyed it. The cells whizzed by, now clean and functioning properly. I grabbed another couple. One of the five had a bit of brown swimming in it. Careful not to dislodge the oxygen that the blood cells were transporting, I broke the dirt away and annihilated it.

The procedure repeated itself for nearly an hour. As it went on, the filthy cells were progressively harder to find, disguised by working, healthy cells carrying it along.

There were times when I merely killed the cell, too intense in my purifying. That was frustrating, but the cell broke apart quickly, leaving no trace that it had existed.

And there were also the frustrating times when the cell moved too quickly for me to halt, and I had to wait for it while catching others along the way. I found myself trying to capture a particularly evasive bean-shaped cell a few times. When I caught it, I just decided to kill the accursed little nuisance. It was one in a trillion, it didn't matter.

It would've been a good idea to make cells to replace the lost one, but I knew the marrow substance that resided in Brendan's bones made the blood. And I knew full well that I could not resurrect dead matter, or create new life. So, I stuck with cleansing the cells.

Finally, after an hour or so, the job was finished(or as close to finished as it could be. Cozmo did say that the 'immune system' would eliminate rogue cells). I mended the wound, and stepped back.

Despite my growing dislike of the human, I did feel some satisfaction. I had just drastically altered a human's life in my first hours of life. I had nearly killed one, and then saved its life consecutively. It gave me a small bit of pride to know that I had just ensured that Brendan Birch would not die.


~*CB*~
The 8th Champion

shining-Celebi
21st October 2005, 4:11 AM
Yay!Jynx and Shellder! I'm glad Registeel is a little bit nicer when it comes to humans. Great chapter keep it up^^

pokemon master:Stranger
21st October 2005, 6:11 PM
*gives a thumbs up*

Smeargle_artist
21st October 2005, 7:21 PM
GREAT, both chapter, price's and registeel's, I'll be waiting for a shellder based chapter.
Will mew come back???

pokemon master:Stranger
22nd October 2005, 8:22 AM
hay mabey there could be a chapter about birth island or navel rock or far away island.

Ice_Scyther
22nd October 2005, 3:11 PM
Those two chapters were great! Hey! It's Gabby and Ty, here to annoy you! Muhahahahaha!!! Shellder is awesome. And I still can't believe Registeel healed Brendon.

Score: ;123;;123;;123;;123;;280; four Scythers and a Ralts.

fhqwhgads
22nd October 2005, 9:08 PM
I'm back! W00t! Those were awesome chapters. If you're already this good, you'll be awesome for Part 3/TSOTC sequel.

DarkSuikun
22nd October 2005, 9:46 PM
I am actually disapointed I finished the existing chapters. I was reading another thread, and clicked your link. I have been sitting here for HOURS! After the first chapter I was hooked. The whole part about the Groudon/Kyogre Dynasty thing was Awesome! I think you should feature all the legendaries. One question I have is whatever happened to rayquaza?
I love the way you made the regi's so da*m awesome, even though in the game they were bad. The dogs should come into this, too. I can just imagine suicine and regice working together. Hoenn's legacy is the best fanfic i've read, and I think you are a very talented author. Keep up the good work, I can't WAIT for the next chapter!!!

;123; ;123; ;145; ;384; ;144; ;249-d; It gets 2 scythers,A zapdos, A rayquaza, AND a shadow Lugia.....Thats a whole lot!!!

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
23rd October 2005, 12:25 AM
Thanks all.

Fhqwhgads: I really didn't notice that you were gone(what kind of friend am I?). But welcome back nonetheless! Thanks for your kind comments.

DarkSuikun: Rayquaza really had no need to fight. In the beginning, I explained that Rayquaza, abandoned by Jirachi and Deoxys, and having banished Mew, had no allies against the awesome might of the Titans. Therefore, it created the Regis, and had them fight for it. But, after Regirock's defeat, it really wasn't that long before the Lati's sacrificed themselves to defeat the two. had there been more time between their defeat and Regirock's defeat, Rayquaza would certainly have intervened. But, as the situation was handled before it could respond, so it had no place. But, don't worry, for I will definitely bring it back in Part 3(which should be 2x as long as Part 1 at the least).

As for the next Chapter, it should be either tomorrow or the day after.


~*CB*~
The 8th Champion

fhqwhgads
23rd October 2005, 1:05 AM
Gone=no replies. Not, gone=gonegone. It hopefully will be tommorrow. I don't want to forget about it again. And the new reader, don't use smilies to rate. That's Scyther whatchimacallit's job. Yours is just some random stuff.

[Cano]
24th October 2005, 3:56 AM
Well, reading 2 chapters (plus prologue, I think) isn't that bad. I had no idea that this story was so well along! But I will continue to read and review until I have caught up! Anyways, I love the perspective of this story! The creations of Groudon, Kyogre, and the Regis is a great way to start it off! Truly original in my opinion, and very well done. Too long have I stumbled upon fics that have too little description, or multiple punctuation errors and the like. I am relieved to say that I saw no errors in these first few chapters (at least none that I could catch) and that is heaven in my eyes. Thank you for a great read. I'll will be back. Count on it. :)
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~Fire&Ice~
24th October 2005, 4:11 AM
And there were also the frustrating times when the cell moved too quickly for me to halt, and I had to wait for it while catching others along the way. I found myself trying to capture a particularly evasive bean-shaped cell a few times. When I caught it, I just decided to kill the accursed little nuisance. It was one in a trillion, it didn't matter.

My favorite part! lol great job once more. Im addicted to your story!

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
25th October 2005, 1:51 AM
~Chapter 21: Tremors~


~Pryce~

I shuffled through the grass, coughing slightly as the dust entered my lungs. My legs felt leaden, but I knew I couldn't stop. I urged myself on, reminding myself of Piloswine's agony as I went.

Of course, I cared for Shellder and Jynx, but Piloswine was different. It was my oldest and best friend. I received it as an infant Swinub nearly two decades before I even encountered Jynx. I couldn't stand to see it hurt. It was that compassion that spurred me on, keeping me going despite the exhaustion and pain surging through me.

Finally, the small, red-roofed building came into view. I sighed in relief, and walked toward it. But, as I moved forward, two people exited the building adjacent to the Center. I recognized the two immediately. They were Gabby and Ty, the reporters on the news I liked to watch every morning.

Normally, I'd be overjoyed to meet them, but now I really wished they weren't here. Their presence meant that the story of the Titans had already spread across Hoenn. It meant that I had to pick up the pace to the Ice Titan's cavern, or else someone else would get there much sooner. I pushed the doors open, and walked in quickly.

Nurse Joy looked surprised at my entrance, but nonetheless, called out, "Sir, is something wrong?"

"Yes," I called, clutching a cramp in my chest, "My Piloswine and Jynx are seriously injured. My Shellder's a bit worn too. Can you heal them?"

"Yes, of course!" she said, her gentle voice rising urgently. I took my three Pokéballs off my belt, and handed them to her.

"Also, would you permit me to use your Computer?" I said, catching sight of a computer to the right of the desk Joy stood behind.

"Go right ahead," she said, and without further ado, she dashed into the back room, clutching the three Pokéballs. Becoming fully aware of the stiff sensation in my legs, I walked slowly toward the computer. A small box with two spots to enter text appeared. I entered my name and password, and my Boxes popped up instantly.

Decorated with a snowstorm background, a solitary Pokéball sat in my first Box. Beneath it, squat black letters showed Dewgong's name, assuring me that the ball contained Dewgong. I touched the screen, tapping the Pokéball, and it shrunk away into nothing.

The Box disappeared, and a grey box containing the words, "Please Wait" replaced them. Above the box, a Pokéball inched its way along a red-and-white line, showing Dewgong's progressed. Then, a tray slid out beneath the screen, a circular indent in it. A crackling noise sounded out, and a spiky spherical shape appeared in the middle. I squinted, the light too bright for my age-worn eyes.

Eventually, the burning light and the spikiness faded, and a regular Pokéball sat there. I grabbed it, and let out Dewgong to be sure it had made it safely. Dewgong sat on the floor, and crowed happily at the sight of me. I extended my hand and patted her on the head, and then returned her.

I clipped the Ball to my belt, and made for a leather-covered bench on the opposite side of the room. The Center was empty at this time, so I laid down across it. I felt strongly tempted to fall asleep right there, but I knew Nurse Joy would be a bit surprised to see an old man sleeping on a public bench. So I just clapped my hands together and twiddled my thumbs, going over what I needed to accomplish in a short amount of time.

But, a short ringing noise echoed across the room, and the door Nurse Joy had gone through opened. She carried a solitary Pokéball with her.

Lifting a portion of the counter that was hinged, she walked over to me, and reported happily, "Shellder is completely recovered. All it needed was a little rest. Piloswine's recovering quickly, but Jynx may need some more time."

Alarmed, I asked, "Why? What's wrong with her?!"

"Don't worry," she said, taken aback, "Jynx just was hurt more severely than Piloswine, it's nothing we can't cure!"

She paused for a moment, and then asked, "By the way, what did happen to these Pokémon?"

"Oh," I said, a dull flush passing over my face. It would sound rather strange if I told her I had left the two on their own.

"Well, a wild Magcargo attacked them. It caught me off-guard..." I said, trying to make it sound realistic.

Nurse Joy hitched her charming smile back onto her face instantly and said, "Thanks. That helps a lot. You see, we have specific Burn Heals for specific Pokémon flames."

I glanced at her inquiringly, and she explained, "Lots of Fire Pokémon live in that forest. We frequently have Trainers come to us with Burned Pokémon. To be honest, you should be glad it was only a Magcargo. We've seen Houndoom and Arcanine roaming the forest. They're both rather vicious, and they seriously injure a couple of Pokémon every month." With that, she turned around and returned to the room.

I let out Shellder, feeling rather lonely. Shellder gazed up at me with round eyes, apparently unsure of why it was let out. I scooped it up, and stroked its brilliantly purple shell.

"Shellder, you fought an excellent fight," I praised, "Even my best Pokémon was defeated by that Magcargo. But you pulled through and beat it. Good job."

Shellder squealed in thanks, turning its eyes to me. Tears of bliss sat in the corners of its eyes, outlined sharply against the abyss within.

I set Shellder down at my side, and told it, "You deserve some more rest. You can nap there, and I'll keep watch over you." Shellder squealed happily, and shut its eyes. Before long, its tongue was rolling in and out in time to its tiny snores. I gazed at it in adoration.

I wondered to myself how much more time I should keep it as a Shellder. It had proven itself to be adept at battling, and capable of evolution. All it needed was my Water Stone.

But, I reasoned with myself, watching its tiny form vibrating slightly, that was a reward for another day.


~Registeel~

"Well, Registeel," Cozmo said to me, "I thank you most deeply for your life-saving operation. I'm sure Brendan will feel as grateful when he awakens." Cozmo was really annoying me right now. All the human ever said was instructions, warnings, or praise, and I was quite tired of listening to it all.

Forcing a link between us, I shot out, I didn't have a choice, though, did I? You forced me into this, even though I'd readily have let the boy die. And I doubt he'll feel grateful looking into the face of his would-be murderer. Cozmo just stared at me, thoroughly shocked at my comments.

Ignoring him, I trudged toward the door, feeling tired and slightly sick from gazing at those dead-looking organs. I shoved the door open, nearly knocking it from its frame, and moved into the room. It was a tight squeeze as I forced my way through, but I managed.

I saw Flannery watching me as I made my way into the room, and felt rather relieved to see her. A split second later, confusion, so familiar to me now, raced across my mind. I knew nothing of Flannery, and I certainly wasn't all that fond of her. Why should I be feeling happy to see her?

I was too tired to fully question the matter, but I had a feeling that it was because Flannery was the only human in this new world that had shown me any kindness or care. It was a strange feeling, being cared for by such an inferior, runty little creature. Centuries before, I had relied on my brothers for love and support. But they were gone, and Flannery was the only living creature that I had met so far that I could feel any vestige of compassion for.

I directed my thoughts to her, and said, I'm really tired right now. I don't know what or where you call home, but is it too much to ask for you to take me there soon? I desire rest...

The thoughts poured out of me without my permission. I was appalled with myself. It was one thing to trust a human, but to actually ask it for help... Reason combated my pride instantly. I had no one else in this world. If I couldn't trust Flannery, then I could trust no one. I would be truly alone, without any guidance or assistance in my life.

Flannery smiled faintly, and said, "Of course. It's not that far away, but I think I should return you to your Pokéball. You'll be safe and comfortable in there, and I wouldn't be able to fly you back anyway. You're far too heavy." Gratitude pulsed through me, and I had the distinct feeling that Flannery could sense it through our mental link.

Once more, my pride and self-confidence roared within me, rejecting my emotions. But I knew I had to swallow my pride, at least for now. It was quite natural to like those you are close to, and Flannery was the thing I was closest to now.

Flannery unclipped my Ball(which I saw, with a flicker of fondness, she had polished so that it gleamed in the bright hospital lights). The beam shot inexplicably from within, absorbing and compressing me. Entering was rather painful and uncomfortable, as always, but inside was warm and inviting. I deactivated my eyes, and fell into a deep trance.



~Flannery~


As Registeel returned to its Ball, and our mental bond was broken, my mind raced. I had felt more snatches of Registeel's emotions than usual. Of course, part of this was probably my continued exposure to telepathy, but I had a vague suspicion that Registeel was steadily growing more attached to me. I had certainly felt more of its mood in the passing minutes than I had in the hours prior to them.

Though I felt quite elated, I wasn't keen to force my company on Registeel. It was a being infinitely wiser and stronger than I was, and to earn its respect was a great feat indeed. I didn't want to ruin it so early. I walked through the doorway and down the hall.

It had only been an hour or so, but it felt like a new day as I strutted down the hall. Brendan was healed, Registeel was becoming my friend, and I was finally going home. So much had changed in the past few hours. I was quite overwhelmed by the immense alteration to my life.

In a sense, I was rather reluctant to plunge into this new way of living. 18 years had gone by in the same fashion, where the responsibility placed upon me was relatively light and I had been free to do whatever I pleased. But now, lives were in my hands, and the scrutiny of a superior being pressed down on me. It was an unwelcome change, but I had no choice but to accept it.

Once out the door(the receptionist giving me a parting wave), I called upon Charizard. Charizard materialized before me, stretching her mighty wings.

"Charizard, we're going home now," I said, smiling slightly as the words escaped my lips. It seemed incredible to be saying that when the fervent wish had been bouncing around my mind for the last few hours. Charizard roared in pleasure, and bent down to let me climb onto its back. The moment my arms were securely wrapped around its neck, Charizard soared upward, and jetted off toward Lavaridge Town.

The flight was remarkably similar to the flight where I was transporting Brendan to the hospital, but I felt calmer this time, much calmer. Last time, I had wondered why Registeel had saved Brendan. The answer seemed clear now; Registeel had always been rather fond of me, since I was the only person who cared for its well-being.

But deep down, doubt surfaced. Registeel had shown me no care in that eerily silent cave, expressing multiple times that my existence meant nothing to it. It wasn't its liking toward me that had convinced it to save Brendan.

Frowning, I decided to ask Registeel when it woke up. Truthfully, I was quite eager to learn as much as I could from it.

I spotted Lavaridge beneath me, my home clearly visible in the corner above the Gym. Charizard saw it too, and descended, beating the air with its leathery wings. We landed gently at the front door, where I returned Charizard to its ball.

I burst through the door, and called, "Grandpa, I'm back!" A deep coughing echoed from the kitchen, but Grandpa popped his head out from behind the wall, and grinned from ear to ear as he caught sight of me. He walked from the kitchen toward me and gave me a great hug.

"Thank heavens, Flannery, I've been so worried," he said feebly.

I then remembered that I had not told Grandpa where I was going, and asked suspiciously, "Wait, how'd you find out I was saving Brendan?"

Grandpa drew back, and said, amusement ringing in his voice, "You were hardly whispering to your PokéNav, and I was only a room away. I heard it all." "And you let me go anyway!" I exclaimed incredulously, "Oh, thanks Grandpa! Brendan wouldn't have made it if I hadn't gone!"

"Not only that," Grandpa said, his blue eyes twinkling, "I figured it was time for you to prove yourself. You're a skilled Trainer, Flannery, and you deserved a chance to prove it to everyone else." I grinned broadly, shocked and thankful at the same time.

"I'm going to bed, Grandpa, I'm really tired," I said, stifling a yawn.

"Understandable," Grandpa said, a small smile crossing his lips, "Sweet dreams, dear."

"Same to you, Grandpa," I replied, and dashed upstairs. I hurriedly pulled off my clothes and changed into my pajamas, eager for a good long sleep.

The luminescent clock on my bedside table told me it was already 10:34. I hadn't realized how late I had been out, but it made me all the more eager for sleep. I pulled up the covers and slid under them, dropping off quickly after.


* * *

In the morning, I woke to hear an alarm blaring. At first, I was frightened, but then I remembered it was Grandpa's Challenger Alarm. It went off whenever a challenger to his Gym arrived.

Sure enough, Grandpa came up the stairs moments later, saying, "Sorry, Flannery, but I've got to go. There's a new challenger, and a real early bird, too. I've got bacon frying, just take the pan off the stove in about seven minutes and eat as much as you want. See you later." He gave me a quick hug, and dashed off downstairs. I heard the front door open and close in quick succession.

I put on my clothes, today baggy jeans with a black top with a flame in the center, and trudged downstairs. Then, remembering my Pokéballs, I returned upstairs, and grabbed the five of them.

I made my way downstairs, smelling the distinct scent of bacon wafting through the air. In the kitchen, I found it sizzling and sending small amounts of smoke into the air.

Deciding it had cooked enough, I got a fork and a plate and speared a bunch of slabs. I turned off the stove, and wolfed down a slab. I didn't even realize how hungry I was until food was at hand.

I swallowed a second piece, but then an odd thought crossed my mind. I knew what my other Pokémon ate, but what did Registeel eat? Did it eat human food? Come to think of it, did it even eat at all?! I grabbed its Pokéball, and released it a few feet to the left of me. Registeel's eyes immediately scanned the scene, as they always did.

Then, almost tentatively, it asked, What are you doing? "Just eating some breakfast," I said simply. Registeel just stared. For a moment, I wondered if I had offended it or something.

Then, it asked, What is 'breakfast'? I just stared at it in shock. How on earth could it not realize what breakfast was?

"Breakfast.....Well, it's what we call the morning meal," I said. Registeel just stared back. Its eyes, as always, were inscrutable, but due to our link, I could sense emptiness in its mind. Obviously, it didn't understand.

"Have you....um....seen other Pokémon eat?" I asked it, almost afraid to do so. I had no idea what was going on. I didn't know if I was scaring Registeel, disgusting it, or shocking it.

Then, in the same timid voice, Registeel responded, Yes, but I never really realized how I was one of the only living things that doesn't consume nutrients. My body makes them naturally, but it seems like a lack-luster and uneventful way compared to actually devouring food.

I felt quite sympathetic towards Registeel. It had no sense of taste, no way of knowing how delicious certain foods could be. Of course, it never gets unhealthy or out-of-shape, but, as it had remarked, it is a dull and empty feeling not being able to experience food. I couldn't imagine how it must feel.

"Is.....Is there any way you can taste food? I know you don't need to, but can't you just....I don't know, analyze the flavor, or absorb the food through your skin or something?" I asked hesitantly. Registeel took a long time before answering this.

Then, finally, it said, in its quietest voice yet, My body is made mostly of mechanical organs. Food or liquid would disrupt them, and destroy the process. There are hollow areas in me, many of them, but there would be only so much I could store in them, and it would be quite difficult directing food to those areas without damaging my vital organs. Considering this deeply, I thought of an answer.

"Is there some area in your body you can detach? Perhaps, if you could just place a bit of food into a hollow area and release it quickly, you could taste it..." I said.

The words sounded foolish, and I immediately wished I hadn't said them. I expected Registeel to laugh, but instead, it lifted a thick hand, and examined the red glass material that glinted from around where a human's tendons would stretch across.

You know...That just may work. These red growths, if I could learn to freely move them, I could place a bit of food into the empty space, and the flavor could spread through me....But it would take a long time for me to master this technique, and error could be fatal. Perhaps I shouldn't risk it. I've survived for centuries upon centuries without eating, and I can live without it, it explained.

Aware that my bacon was growing cold, I started shoveling it down, but at the same time, deep in thought. I very much wanted to help Registeel. It was something of a friend to me now, and if I could help it taste food, then our friendship would be steadfast.

Suddenly, the front door burst open, and Grandpa came in, an ugly expression crossing his face. He turned to me, and reported, "The boy gave up after getting frustrated by the sand traps. He left long before he reached me. I really hate these false alarms..."

I reached out and grabbed the frying pan, and said cheerily, "Well, at least have a good breakfast. The pan's still warm, so the bacon should be too."

Grandpa grinned guiltily, saying, "It's really unhealthy, but oh well, thanks."

He grabbed the last couple of slabs and ate them quickly. I suddenly became aware that Registeel was still in the room, and turned to it. It had been silent the entire time, but I saw it watching Grandpa closely. It took me a moment to realize the two had never been properly introduced.

"Um, Grandpa, I haven't introduced you to Registeel yet," I told him rather awkwardly.

"Hm, what?" he mumbled, turning to me. I pointed behind me, where Registeel stood in a corner; Grandpa must not have seen it when he had come in. The wall it was standing against faced away from the wall. Grandpa turned, and jumped in his seat.

"Dear heavens above! How did I not notice that?" he said, more to himself than me. It was at that moment that Registeel contacted me.

Flannery, who exactly is this human? it asked quietly.

Oh, this is my Grandpa, I said.

Is that his proper name? it asked. I heard doubt in its voice, but I knew Registeel had no knowledge of human names, and this could be just as reasonable a name as my own to it.

No, Grandpa is an abbreviation for the word grandfather. Grandfather basically means the father of my mother or father.

I touched lightly on the subject of my parents, but didn't elaborate further. I knew Registeel would understand if I told it the truth, but I didn't want to at that moment.

Registeel seemed to know that I didn't want to discuss my parents, and made no further inquiries. It moved forward, staring intently at Grandpa.

Grandpa flinched slightly, but responded, "Hello, Registeel. I've heard much about you." He extended my hand, and Registeel immediately reached out to me.

What is he doing with his hand? Is this a challenge your kind make?

No, he just wants to shake hands, I said.

Catching the blank stare Registeel had fixed on me, I explained, It's a gesture of welcome. You grasp the other's hand and gently shake it.

I felt vague amusement in Registeel's mind, but it reached out its hand nevertheless and shook Grandpa's hand gently. I felt heartened. It seemed Registeel and Grandpa would get along fine.

If it's not too much to ask, may I find a place to sleep? Registeel asked, I don't really sleep in the sphere, I just....exist. I still feel quite tired.

This posed a slight problem; our guests were normally lighter and smaller than Registeel, and I doubted a bed would hold its bulk.

Do you mind sleeping on our floor? I'm sorry, but we didn't expect you here, so we haven't got an adequate sleeping area for you, I said. Registeel sent back an accepting reply, and moved into the living room. It laid down across the carpet, and fell asleep moments later. Grandpa walked up to me as soon as Registeel dozed off, and handed me a small disc.

"Flannery, this here's an Earthquake TM. Very rare, very valuable. Teach it to Registeel; if anything deserves it, Registeel does. I can tell that it's a very skilled fighter, and this move would really help it out against potential foes," he said quietly, as though afraid to wake up Registeel.

"Why do you want me to have it?" I asked.

Grandpa's face remained totally serious, a bit more grim than usual, and he said, "Registeel would benefit from it. You would, too. You'll have an easier time at Ranstarn if Registeel already knows a multitude of techniques, I'd guess."

Realizing that he was right, I took the disc from Grandpa, and pocketed it. I walked into the living room, and sat down of the couch. Registeel did not appear to need to breathe(another simple pleasure it had been denied), for it laid totally still on the carpet. Its arms were stretched out in front of it, for some reason.

Nervously, I clicked on the TV. I wasn't sure if it would wake up Registeel, but I had nothing else to do besides wait for Registeel to wake up. And when it did, I would be ready to teach it Earthquake.


~*CB*~
The 8th Champion

Ice_Scyther
25th October 2005, 2:14 AM
Another nice chapter, CB! Registeel is finally getting used to the world with humans. Oh yeah, and dark Suikun, that IS my job. Oh yeah, fhqwhgads, was that a copliment or not?

4 Scythers and a Dragonair- ;123; ;123; ;123; ;123; ;148;

shining-Celebi
25th October 2005, 3:46 AM
Awesome chapter!^^ Registeel's bond of friendship with Flannery is growing and I'm glad Registeel is nicer to humans. I wonder how Regice and Regirock will react/act towards humans. Anyways, Great job!

Smeargle_artist
25th October 2005, 8:14 PM
Very good chapter, now registeel becomes flannery friend.
This is yet the best fic ever!!!

DarkSuikun
26th October 2005, 3:10 AM
heheh....>_< oops. Anyway, good chapter. I am glad that registeel dosent want to destroy all humans anymore, and is warming up to them. It would have been just a bit awkward if, when he saw grandpa, he had blown him to smithereens. and nice pryce bit, too. I hope that he dosent evolve shelder, I doubt a cloyster would be as cute and loveable!

~Fire&Ice~
26th October 2005, 7:13 AM
Another great masterpiece, this is getting better and better! Question: Will we start seeing the other Gym Leaders? Oh and are Regice and Regirock already awake in their tombs but cant get out? cause Regirock was awake when Brendan got in Registeel's tomb. Or do they have to be summoned to awake like Brendan did?

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
26th October 2005, 12:24 PM
Another great masterpiece, this is getting better and better! Question: Will we start seeing the other Gym Leaders? Oh and are Regice and Regirock already awake in their tombs but cant get out? cause Regirock was awake when Brendan got in Registeel's tomb. Or do they have to be summoned to awake like Brendan did?
Actually, no, Brendan's shouts aroused Registeel, it didn't coincidentally wake up at the exact same moment. So, the other two will most likely need the same awakening method.
I think I can write the new Chapter tonight. If not, though, I can say with reasonable certainty that it will be tomorrow.


~*CB*~
The 8th Champion

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
27th October 2005, 1:33 AM
~Chapter 22: The Humble Beginning~


~Ardos~

The news story on Flannery of Lavaridge ended quickly. There was not much information that I could make use of, but it was enough.

"Fodd!" I barked. My second-in-command, Fodd, rushed up to me, and bowed down. "What is it you require, Master Ardos?"

A smirk crossed my face, and I asked, "Have you seen Flannery's live interview yet?"

"Yes, sir," he replied roughly, "She claims to have captured one of the the Titans of Hoenn."

"Precisely," I responded smoothly, "And what do you suppose that means to me?" I enjoyed watching Fodd struggle over questions I gave him. Not only was it amusing, it also showed him that I truly was his superior.

"Do you wish to steal this Registeel creature?" he asked hesitantly.

I grinned, highly amused, and responded, "No. Try again." Though I could not see Fodd's face behind his visor, I could tell he was deep in thought.

"Um, do you wish to interrogate Flannery?" he asked unsurely.

"Correct," I responded disdainfully. I heard a small sigh of relief escape his lips.

"But why would I want to?" I surpessed a cold laugh as Fodd straightened in mingled surprise and annoyance.

"Because.....there may be more like it?" he inquired.

"Not exactly like Registeel, but yes, that is my plan."

"How exactly do you plan to capture her?" Fodd asked quickly. I had a shrewd suspicion that he wanted to ask this before I asked him the very same question.

"It's easy enough. All we need is an agent who is willing to work undercover at the Ranstarn Pok&#233;mon Academy. Once Flannery is on her own, he or she can abduct her and bring her before me and allow me to interrogate her."

"Who do you plan to send?" Fodd asked.

"Grow ears, you fool," I snapped harshly, "Did I not say that I would allow whomever wants to go to do so?"

"Yes, sir. Forgive my ignorance..." he muttered. "No matter. Make an announcement in the Main Chamber, Fodd. Ask for volunteers, but do not elaborate. Courage in the face of the unknown is an important quality I require in any spy under my employ. If anyone responds, bring them here immediately."

"Yes, sir," Fodd responded, and hurriedly walked down the silver carpet leading up to my chair and out the door. I was left alone in my dimly-lit room. Bored, I stepped down from my ebony chair and walked along the wall, examining pictures I had chosen to hang on my walls.

I found the picture of my father, tall and proud in this picture, giving Eldes and I our first Pok&#233;mon. It was a Nincada, young and loving. Eldes and I had raised the cicada Pok&#233;mon with loving care, and when the time came for it to evolve, Father had decided who received Shedinja and who received Ninjask. Eldes had gotten Ninjask, and I had received Shedinja.

But, as Nincada no longer required our dual attention, we grew apart. We remained one family only because of Father's love. Had Father abandoned us, we would have drifted apart. But Father's love was not enough; Eldes and I had gone our separate ways.

Eldes had chosen the path of nobility, and had presuaded Father to do so as well. They were fools, though. They and their pride sat locked away in a lonely jail cell, while I sat here on Mirage Island, gaining power by the hour. In the end, it would be evil that triumphed, not good, but those half-wits were too blinded by their desire to do good to see this.

Perhaps, though, if that child, Michael, hadn't interfered in our plan to dominate Orre, Eldes would have stayed alongside me, and Father would be our leader, uniting us as one. But alas, our plan had failed, and I was the only one left who had a chance to gain the power we had so arduously pursued mere months ago...

"Master Ardos," Fodd called from the doorway, interrupting my reminiscence, "We have a volunteer."

"Excellent," I called back, "Bring them in."



~Registeel~


On the edge of my consciousness, I could feel Flannery waiting on the fabricated contraption in the 'living room,' as she called it. My senses were fine-tuned when I was asleep, and I was acutely aware of what went on around me while sleeping.

I did not wish to awaken, though. Already, I could feel my mind and body rejuvenating. Deep down, though, I knew if Flannery was waiting for me to awaken, then it must be important. And she at least had the courtesy to let me continue sleeping, rather than abruptly waking me.

Reluctantly, I reactivated my eyes, and sat up, realizing with some amusement that I was as tall as she was even when crouched like this.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Registeel, did I wake you up?" she asked timidly, blood rushing to her face.

Yes, and no, I said enigmatically, I could feel your presence nearby, but it was my choice to awaken.

Flannery looked relieved, and responded, "Well....Grandpa thinks it would be a good idea for you to learn this attack." She held up a brown circle with a hole in the middle.

That's an attack? I asked blankly.

"No, this is what humans call a Technical Machine, or a TM for short. It contains the power to teach attacks to Pok&#233;mon we choose," she explained.

My mind ached from this explanation. Humans were so astoundingly advanced. Techniques that took Pok&#233;mon decades to learn could now be learned in a couple of seconds.

The idea angered me slightly; all the years I had spent learning my treasured abilities were meaningless if this machine could just do the same without any effort. But it was still an exciting thought. There was no limit to what I could do with these TM inventions.

"There is a downside, though," Flannery said after a while. Presumably, she had been thinking this decision over as well, but obviously in a different way.

"To learn this attack, you'll need to forget one you already know," she said. Sounding fearful at this proposition, she tensed on the thing she sat upon. Now I was even angrier. Not only did this thing make my hard work meaningless, it would erase the memory of how to perform one of my scared powers!

But I could not deny that this power, whatever it was, would be beneficial. Or at least, Flannery made it seem so. Honestly, I didn't know what that attack might be.

Flannery, I asked slowly, What attack is that, precisely?

"Oh, didn't I tell you?" she asked, her face flushing red again, "This is Earthquake. It's called one of the most powerful Ground Type moves, and I don't think you know a Ground Type attack..."

She was quite right on both accounts. Earthquake was an extraordinarily powerful attack, almost never missing, and hitting anything within a 20-foot radius. Few Pok&#233;mon had the power to use such an attack. And I did indeed lack a Ground Type move in my arsenal. It was worth a go, I figured.

Alright, I thought to Flannery, I'll learn it.

Flannery smiled brightly, and said, "OK, but we'll need a good, open area for you to practice. There's a clearing pretty close by, so we can practice there. And.....you're going to need to choose a move to forget." This was the hurdle in the otherwise perfect plan. I didn't know which attack I should forget.

Metal Claw was such a useful attack, and it was a representative of my own element. Hyper Beam was the attack I always used to manipulate whatever is around me, and it hurt my foes a great deal. Superpower was an excellent move to use if I was unsure of victory or if I needed to end a battle quickly. And Ancientpower was my best attack, destroying nearly everything in my path.

So, I guess that Ancientpower was out of the question. Metal Claw was too helpful to abandon either, so I guess that was something I couldn't forget. That left it between Superpower and Hyper Beam. It was a tough choice between the two. Both had helped me so many times.

But, in the end, I realized I had used Hyper Beam more frequently and to better effect, so it would have to be Superpower I erased.

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Before anyone asks, I did intend to use Ardos in this Fic ever since I first heard of him. I didn't just turn on XD and choose to use the villains there because they're cool. Ardos was such a great character, and he'd be a great character to write about. I did consider Team Magma/Aqua/Rocket, but in the end, I decided that the Cipher villains didn't get enough of a background or enough time in the games. Team Magma, Aqua, and Rocket all had other games devoted to them with an extensive plot and backstory.

And no, I do not intend to use Shadow Pok&#233;mon at all. I don't want this Fic to become Gale of Darkness 2, so I'll only be using Ardos and a handful of XD/Colosseum characters.

And lastly, this Chapter was kept intentionally short. Ardos will be a big part of this story, and I wanted this Chapter to focus primarily on him. The next Chapters will be as long as normal.


~*CB*~
The 8th Champion

pokemon master:Stranger
27th October 2005, 9:21 AM
well i dont know what to say having some xd charcters is great idea will we be seeing Michael,wes,rui in the future?

Smeargle_artist
27th October 2005, 7:44 PM
Another good chapter, in six words:

GREAT, GREAT, GREAT, GREAT, GREAT, GREAT

DarkSuikun
27th October 2005, 9:56 PM
good work! It was short, but intentionally so, so alright. I like that you brought Ardos into the story, I like cipher better than rocket/aqua/magma anyway, and there are tons of stories about them.
please forgive me if someone already gives out awards in this thread, ill edit my post, but in my book, you recieve the scyther o' short but goodness!;123;

shining-Celebi
27th October 2005, 11:56 PM
I know you're not going to use shadow pokemon CB, but can you maybe add a little section on how they make shadow pokemon? Anyways, I liked this chapter.It was short but sweet^^. Ardos sounds like an intimidating villain, I hope he is really evil. I wonder if Registeel is going learn earthquake without trouble or not. Awesome chapter!^^

Hoenir
28th October 2005, 1:23 AM
Man, I just started reading this fic. Incredible, that's my only description for it. Can't WAIT for the next chapter.

Sike Saner
28th October 2005, 7:18 AM
I missed an appalling number of chapters... u_u

Though I once would have deemed it impossible, Registeel is steadily becoming an even better character all the time. I just love how it's getting along with Flannery now; it's kind of cute, even.

I wonder what would have transpired had Registeel gotten to have some bacon (and survived)?...For some reason, I automatically think of what happened when Ax from Animorphs got to taste food for the first time... o_0

I have to give up a nifty Registeel highlight now. I just do.


It closed the link quickly, but not before saying, This woman's concern for the boy is about as real as her hair color.

XD Good old Registeel. ^_^

And no, the Ciphers don't get enough attention and appreciation. Kudos. ^_^

Guitar dude bill
28th October 2005, 10:36 PM
it's great, good action, good story, good description. this isn't necceserily a bad comment, but I don't like the first-person writing, but i do think it is very original

~Fire&Ice~
29th October 2005, 9:11 PM
wow...
Ardos being invovled was really unexpected for me...

Great idea on how you kinda forged his background which does make a lot of sense.

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
29th October 2005, 10:09 PM
~Chapter 23: When It Happens~


~Ardos~

Fodd disappeared from the room, and I heard him commanding the volunteer to come in. A tall, proud agent walked in seconds later. I could see the confidence in him; he walked erect, and in long strides. He walked right up to me.

"State your name," I said.

Shock reverberated through me as a woman's voice answered, "Amy."

Though thoroughly shocked, I continued, "Your ranking."

Amy hesitated, and then replied with a trace of resentment, "New Recruit." I smirked openly; New Recruits were the lowest of the five achievable rankings in my organization.

"Date of Entry into Zephyr?" I inquired. Zephyr was a name I had constructed for my new organization. Our goal was different, and our members were different; Cipher would simply not work.

Amy's right hand, clad in black metal, twitched slightly, but she said, "Two days prior to this meeting." Her voice rang with bitterness, and I knew why. She obviously assumed that New Recruits had a low chance of going on such an important mission, due to inexperience.

"Fodd!" I called out. Fodd had been waiting patiently at the doorway, examining a photograph of Shedinja and Ninjask meeting each other for the first time.

He jumped at the sound of his name, and then responded, "Yes, sir?"

"Come here," I said quietly. Fodd stumbled in his haste to obey this order; my satin carpet crumpled slightly as he tripped over it.

I frowned briefly, but as he approached and stood alongside Amy, I asked, "How many other volunteers were there?"

"Two others, Master Ardos," he said clearly.

"Agent Amy," I addressed Amy, "Wait outside the doorway. I will summon you when I see fit." Amy, seemingly wanting to prove that she would make a good spy, hastened to obey, ambling quickly to the mahogany doors and disappearing through the doorway.

I brushed back a strand of blue hair, and then ordered Fodd to retrieve another volunteer. Fodd saluted, and dashed off. I turned to my family photos once more.

Beside the photograph I had recently been studying, I found a picture of Eldes, a teenager at this time, smiling happily with Ninjask perched on his short, red hair. Ninjask seemed to be happy as well. In contrast, I frowned. Shedinja never showed any sort of emotion at all, whether it be anger, relief, happiness, or remorse. Its face remained still; it only screeched at times and hovered where it wanted to.

But Ninjask was quite expressive with its emotions. It zoomed around with happiness, hovered slowly with sadness, and did various other routines to demonstrate its feelings.

Eldes, mere days before our final farewell, had said that Father had chosen appropriately in Nincada's distribution. He had said that he - Eldes - had been given Ninjask because he was pure and open. He had remarked scornfully that Shedinja was a living example of my own character; cold, unfeeling, and a mere shell of what it had once been.

It was times like this, when I was left alone to ponder what I pleased, that this explanation crossed my mind. My blood boiled every time, as it had when Eldes had first said this. But now, my rage was smothered. Eldes did have a point, in a sense. I had once been as joyous and as carefree as he had been.

But I had distanced myself from my own family, and had indeed cut myself off. Did Shedinja feel the same way? Its brother - no, more than its brother. Ninjask was Shedinja's other half, and it was everything Shedinja couldn't be. Shedinja, no matter how hard it tried, would never be as good as its other self.

I knew I was different; I had come so far, and Eldes was in jail for his crimes(ones, I reflected in amusement, that I and Father had committed). But how did Shedinja feel about this barrier between it and its other half? Did Shedinja even feel at all? It was a discarded shell of a Pok&#233;mon, barely alive. Its entire body was hollow.

Did that mean it could not feel emotions? All those years of love, all those years of joy.....If Shedinja truly could not feel, those past feelings of happiness must no longer reside in its mind. I could still remember the times when we were one big family, but if Shedinja couldn't, what did it feel? Hatred? Bitterness? Bloodlust, perhaps?

Again, Fodd's low-pitched voice sliced through my thoughts like a knife through butter.

"Sir, the second volunteer is here."

"Send him in," I shouted across the room, anger ringing in my voice. Being interrupted in my memories was a sensation I did not enjoy. Another agent walked in, red-and-black armor clanking as he went.

Unlike Amy, this agent slouched as he went. He obviously had some skill about him, as he had been recruited into Zephyr, but his relaxed demeanor made it seem otherwise.

"State your name," I commanded loudly.

"Anthony," he responded, his voice rather high-pitched.

"Your ranking," I ordered. Anthony took a while to answer, a fact not unnoticed by me. His hesitance and carelessness was not something I desired in a spy.

"Senior Soldier," he responded. My eyebrows flew up in surprise. Senior Soldier was about as good as it came, surpassed only by the rare Admin.

Intrigued, I asked, "Date of Entry into Zephyr?"

"Four months before right now," he said lazily. Again, I was impressed against my will. Most Senior Soldiers had at least seven months under their belts.

"Alright, then, we will battle. If you defeat me, expect to become our spy." Anthony nodded.

"The other side of the room, please," I said when he did not move. He started in surprise, and hurried to the opposite side.

"Fodd!" I called, "Roll up the carpet! I do not want our battle destroying it." Fodd dashed along it, and began rolling it into a cylinder from beneath my ebony chair. He rolled it down the hall, and stopped at it the doorway; it was nearly as tall as he was.

"Begin!" I ordered. Anthony unclipped a ball from his belt, and flung it forward. A Rapidash appeared, its flames licking the still air around it.

I unclipped a ball of my own, and yelled, "Go, Kingdra!" Kingdra appeared before me, its shined blue scales glittering slightly in the light from above.

"Kingdra, begin with Hydro Pump!" I commanded. Kingdra rumbled back and affirmative, and powered up a powerful jet of water in its mouth. The stream rocketed forward, toward the Rapidash.

"Rapidash, evade with Agility!" Anthony ordered at the last second. Rapidash disappeared instantly, moving blindingly fast. The water jet hit the wall behind Anthony. Rapidash stood at the foot of the stairs, tensed and ready to attack.

"Rapidash, use Hypnosis!" Anthony roared. Rapidash's eyes glowed an evil purple, and it walked slowly at Kingdra, their eyes nearly meeting. I could see Kingdra's eyes, though, looking slightly to the left, so that it would not be affected, but it was quite convincing.

I laughed internally, and shouted, "Kingdra, Hydro Pump!" Kingdra leaned backward, and then shot a powerful column of water at Rapidash. Rapidash, still trying to Hypnotize Kingdra, was pummeled by the water.

It fell backward, whinnying in dismay. Kingdra continued to rocket of water, blasting Rapidash along the soaking marble floor.

Rapidash neighed feebly, and then collapsed, unable to continue. Anthony slumped slightly, annoyed, but recalled Rapidash and sent a Ledian out. I instantly noticed a multi-colored Berry sitting in its hand.

"Kingdra, try giving it an Ice Beam!" Kingdra send a brilliantly white beam oscillating at Ledian. Ledian was too slow to evade; it was struck by the icy rays and fell to the floor. Astonishingly, it hovered upward again, still ready to battle. I then remembered Ledian's incredible Special Defenses; Special Attack would not hurt it much.

"Ledian, Silver Wind!" Ledian hollered in response, and fluttered its wings rapidly. They quickly became silver blurs, beating frantically at the air. Then, silver bits of dust rushed forward from Ledian's wings.

Kingdra moved to the left, but the wind was too widespread to avoid. Kingdra was pelted by the tiny bits of dust, and sent careening backwards.

Kingdra shook its narrow head, and moved forward slowly. One more Silver Wind would probably finish it off.

Perfect, I thought gleefully. All I had to do was get Ledian to use another Silver Wind. Kingdra, use Hydro Pump. Kingdra, though skeptical of the usefulness of this command, shot a column of liquid at Ledian.

Ledian avoided easily, and I ordered, "Again!" Kingdra's next attack hit, but did little to Ledian, as I had expected.

"Ledian, Silver Wind!" Anthony commanded. Ledian hovered forward, and began to flutter its wings. I watched closely, waiting for the moment. The beads of silver zoomed forward, buzzing slightly as they rubbed against each other.

"Kingdra, Endure!" I ordered quickly. Kingdra glowed a deep orange, and let the beads hit it at full force. The orange color deepened, until I couldn't even see Kingdra's shining blue color.

Then the attack ceased, and I shouted, "Flail, Kingdra!" Kingdra bounced forward, thrashing madly. Ledian couldn't evade in time, and was beaten to the ground by Kingdra's frenzied attack. It lifted itself weakly, and floated half-heartedly across from Kingdra. Suddenly, the multi-colored Berry glowed pure white, and caused Ledian to take on the same color.

Then, the white hue abruptly changed to blue, and I realized that Ledian was holding a Starf Berry; I had seen this strategy so many times. And furthermore, it was getting a Special Attack boost. It was amusing, really, because Ledian obviously had no Special Attacks, and the boost it had strived for would be wasted.

"Now, Ledian, Baton Pass!" Anthony proclaimed happily. Shock pulsed through me, and I realized Anthony would win if he was able to pull this off.

"Kingdra, Flail before it gets away!" I commanded. Kingdra flung itself forward, tail spiraling wildly. It was too late; Ledian gave a cheery wave, and contorted its figure into a crimson baton. It wiggled around violently for a moment, and then exploded into a Slowking, and fell to the ground.

Kingdra hammered it with a Flail, but Slowking, acting on its own will, jumped away and landed lightly.

"Calm Mind, Slowking!" Anthony said. Slowking closed its eyes. Beads of green and purple energy formed around it, and drifted lazily in toward Slowking. The beads fused with Slowking's pale pink body, and it opened its eyes, smirking widely.

"Kingdra, go for a Flail!" I replied with a sinking heart. It was a lost cause. Kingdra pounded Slowking with a Flail, but Slowking shot a huge Ice Beam at it, and blasted it through the air.

With so many Special Attack boosts, Slowking's Ice Beam nearly doubled the size of Kingdra's. Kingdra fell to the ground, and didn't move.

"Return, Kingdra," I grumbled, recalling it. I sent out my Alakazam, my second oldest Pok&#233;mon.

"Alakazam, use Trick!" Alakazam obeyed, and sent a dark yellow field of energy pulsating outwards. Alakazam's Choice Band glowed yellow, while Slowking, having no item, remained the same color.

Then, Slowking's entire head became yellow, and the form of the Choice Band materialized on its head. The yellow energy dissipated, and Slowking now donned the Choice Band, while Alakazam was free.

Slowking howled loudly, and then, against its will, sent an Ice Beam at Alakazam. Alakazam reappeared instantaneously beside it, and jabbed at it with a crackling yellow fist. Alakazam teleported away as Slowking turned and shot an Ice Beam in retaliation.

Appearing above Slowking, Alakazam flipped over and jetted downward, fist streaming with electric power. It bounced off Slowking, but not before slamming its fist into its back. Slowking fell forward from the impact, and laid there. Alakazam teleported a few yards away, not too far away from where I stood, and ran forward, electric waves spiralling upward, away from its tightly clenched fist.

Slowking raised its head upward, and shot a single Ice Beam from its mouth. Alakazam and the Ice Beam collided a foot from Slowking, and Alakazam was propelled toward me. I sidestepped quickly as Alakazam soared at me. It slammed into the wall, and fell limply to the ground. It didn't move.

Slowking, however, pushed itself upward slowly. It tottered slightly, but regained its balance and stared at me. I scowled, and called out Heracross. Alakazam may have fainted, but it had done what I had wanted; Slowking couldn't use Psychic anymore, and that would certainly be the downfall of Heracross.

"Heracross, Megahorn," I ordered. Rock Slide, as a long-range attack, would have been a more sensible attack, but there were no rocks to use in here, and if there were, they would destroy my elaborately decorated floor. Heracross's horn glowed lime-green, and it jumped forward, leading with its horn.

Slowking shot a spinning Ice Beam out, but Heracross cut through the beam and slammed into Slowking. Slowking howled wildly, and fell backward, knocked out. Anthony called back Slowking, and sent Ledian back out. I knew he must be worried by now; Anthony seemed to have only one Pok&#233;mon left after this.

I, though, had two perfectly healthy Pok&#233;mon left, while he had one healthy one and a close-to-fainting one.

"Ledian, use Silver Wind!" Anthony ordered. Ledian sent its silver dust particles forward once more. Heracross swung its horn around wildly, and batted back the dust. But, while Heracross was fending off the attack, something strange was happening to Ledian. A swirl of dull, grey dust was spinning at it.

Ledian suddenly glowed an eerie grey color, and began flashing colors all at once.

Remembering Silver Wind's rare side-effect, I commanded, "Heracross, knock it down with Brick Break!" Heracross jumped sky-high, and then hurtled through the air, arms raised over its head, at Ledian. Ledian screeched, and rocketed up to meet Heracross. Its two front fists glowed sky-blue, and it sent a powerful uppercut at Heracross.

Heracross brought its arms down in a brutal swing, and the two attacks collided. Ledian struggled, teeth bared, and Heracross strained, sweat trickling down its midnight blue skin. Suddenly, Ledian rammed its head through Heracross's closed arms, making a gap. It lashed out with its fists, and knocked Heracross backwards.

Heracross made a grand arch toward the ceiling, and hit the ground with a bone-jarring crash. Heracross stood up wearily, but I knew I needed to recall it. I took out its Ball, and returned it. I sent out Shedinja, my oldest and best Pok&#233;mon.

Without hesitation, I called, "Shedinja, Shadow Ball!" Again, I reacted too slowly. Ledian morphed into a baton, swirled and twitched a few times as the Shadow Ball rolled toward it, and transformed.....into a Scyther.

"Scyther, Aerial Ace!" Shedinja had lost, I knew it before Scyther had even struck. Sycther darted forward at light speed and cut straight through the ball of shadow energy and into Shedinja with its scythes. Shedinja gave a quiet cry of pain, and dropped to the ground, where it lay, unmoving.

I recalled Shedinja, and sent out Heracross. Though Heracross was an extremely adept battler, I knew it was hopeless. Aerial Ace was doubly effective against it, and Scyther was so much faster than Heracross. Still, I had to try.

"Heracross, use Megahorn!" Heracross charged forward, energy circulating through the horn. For a moment, it seemed that Scyther wouldn't react. But then, all of a sudden, its scythe was just there, there was no other way to put it.

Shoving off Heracross's horn and sending Heracross back a few feet, Scyther sped forward, scythes glowing in a wicked Aerial Ace. Heracross knew this attack would defeat it, and it swung its horn at the scythes. Miraculously, the two attacks hit each simultaneously, and Scyther's scythes bounced off to the right.

Heracross did a three-sixty spin and slammed into Scyther's brittle body, blasting it into the ground. It jumped up and assumed a fighting stance. Instantly, it rocketed into the air, and directly above, flipped over and plummeted down at Heracross. Responding quickly, Heracross sprang forward, and let Scyther bounce off the marble floor.

Scyther's skull made a sickening curnch as it collided with the floor, and it began to fall toward Heracross. Heracross swung a fist back, and, like hitting a baseball, it swung its fist forward in a lethal Brick Break and sent Scyther skidding backwards. Scyther stood, panting heavily. Undeterred, it zoomed forward, swinging its blade-like arm in a lethal right jab.

Heracross ducked a split second before the attack made contact, and it missed. For a moment, Scyther leaned over Heracross, its arm hanging awkwardly out to the left. Then, Heracross bowed its head, and swung it upward in a devastating blow. Scyther was sent flying into the air, its head nearly bouncing off the ceiling.

Then, its momentum ending, it fell back down, limply swirling around. A yard from Heracross, it opened its eyes, righted itself, and jetted downward at an angle, scythes glowing. Heracross couldn't react, the attack was too close and too sudden.

I didn't even see it happen, the attack was so quick. All I heard was Heracross's blood-curdling scream, and I saw it fall backward moments later. Scyther landed lightly behind it. It touched a scythe lightly against Heracross's bruised and battered body, and raised the other one in the air, screeching triumphantly.

Quite impressed, I returned Heracross as Anthony returned Scyther.

"Well, Anthony," I called to him, "I must admit that I am very impressed by your battling prowess. But, one more volunteer awaits, and should he prove more skilled than you, he will become our spy. But, it is quite likely that you will be our spy, as you defeated me with two Pok&#233;mon remaining."

Anthony nodded abruptly, and left the hall.

"Wait at the doorway," I ordered him on the way out. He raised a hand in acknowledgement, and closed the door behind him.


~*CB*~
The 8th Champion

Hoenir
30th October 2005, 12:40 AM
wow, I love the battle descriptions. Why didn't Amy battle Ardos?

Sike Saner
30th October 2005, 12:44 AM
*applauds* A nice battle, that was. It brought a particular smile to my face when Alakazam slapped that Choice Band on Slowking...classic. :D Heracross vs. Scyther was highly enjoyable, too.

Smeargle_artist
30th October 2005, 12:59 AM
Another good chapter, I feel a little sorry for Amy, but it is very good.

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
30th October 2005, 1:37 AM
wow, I love the battle descriptions. Why didn't Amy battle Ardos?
Amy's a new agent, a few days old, as a matter of fact. Not generally the stuff of a spy. Don't worry, though, you'll see a lot more of her.


*applauds* A nice battle, that was. It brought a particular smile to my face when Alakazam slapped that Choice Band on Slowking...classic. :D Heracross vs. Scyther was highly enjoyable, too.

Thanks.
I love that TrickBand combination. So innocently evil:). And I had to make a believable reason why Slowking wouldn't just Psychic Heracross to kingdom come(I could say it didn't know Psychic, but it's part Psychic....It's basically its signature move).
I wanted to make Heracross vs. Scyther exciting. For one, it's hand-to-hand combat. It's a lot more exciting and involving than randomly firing off energy, in my opinion. It's also a lot more fun to write, and usually read, exactly how each Pok&#233;mon maneuvered to make the battle turn out that way. And second, it was the last battle, basically. I rather wanted it to seem like Heracross would make a comeback after all, but then have it be defeated right when victory seemed assured. It was the climax to the battle, so it had to be eventful.
And I did think that the owners calling out commands in the final battle would be rather irritating and subtract from the general mood. I wanted to have them flat-out attacking, and it's more instinctive to hit each other than use elemental energy to attack the other.


Another good chapter, I feel a little sorry for Amy, but it is very good.

Like I said, there'll be a lot more of Amy in Chapters to come. But yeah, you can't help feeling sorry for her.

EDIT: Also, I won't be able to write a new Chapter tomorrow. I can't spend a school day writing it, so I'll be writing my Halloween One-Shot on Sunday(and posting it on Monday, British Time, a.k.a. Halloween). And it's my mother's birthday in a few days, so I may not be able to do much over the next week. I'd LIKE to, but I'm not sure if it'll work out.....However, I can assure you two or three Chapters over the next week.


~*CB*~
The 8th Champion

JimBob
30th October 2005, 1:45 AM
Anime style TrickBanding lol omg pwned

Missingno. Master
30th October 2005, 11:43 AM
Great chapter! I especially liked how you went into detail about whether or not Shedinja feel emotions. And I always did have a similar description for Baton Pass, except it was that the Pokemon created a baton from nowhere that sucked it in like a Pokeball would, then it'd spin around, and release from it the recipitant Pokemon of the stat gains.

shining-Celebi
30th October 2005, 2:05 PM
The whole battle was awesome, especially the trickbanding part!^^

I felt sorry for shedinja because it fainted in one hit. I liked that you put alot of detail into the battles and it made it seem like the battle was happening in real life. Awesome chapter!^^

Sono Nanatsu Heika
30th October 2005, 6:36 PM
your story is the greatest! registeel 4ever!

Hip-Hop Master
30th October 2005, 11:07 PM
um why is this rated PG-13?

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
31st October 2005, 12:12 AM
um why is this rated PG-13?
Because of violence and death. Good guys don't die or get hurt in PG or G movies, and it's not intense enough for a TV-14 rating.


~*CB*~
The 8th Champion

Bluestar Jet
31st October 2005, 3:38 AM
awsome chapters! and some good guys do get hurt in PG. I wonder what will happen with the 3rd voulunteer...

~Fire&Ice~
31st October 2005, 5:14 AM
great!!!


But, it is quite likely that you eill be our spy

one little error...

But other than that, a very awesome chapter!

Yeah, I feel sorry for Shedinja... and Ardos too... its dead on right about what Eldes said...

Lord wackruntlje
2nd November 2005, 4:53 PM
Nice fic. I will keep my eyes on this. I rated it five stars.

DarkSuikun
2nd November 2005, 10:22 PM
Great Chapter! I like how detailed the battle description was, and
;123; rox!

≈*Virulent Tsunami*≈
3rd November 2005, 1:32 AM
~Chapter 24: Chosen~


~Ardos~

As Anthony departed, another man entered. He was enormous, well over a foot taller than me. He pounded up to me, his footsteps resounding loudly throughout the room.

"State your name," I commanded.

"Tiro," he said, his voice extremely low-pitched. His voice scared me slightly; I did wonder why such a massive man would content himself to being a pawn in my domination plans.

"State your ranking," I ordered, my voice as rough as I could make it.

"Senior Soldier," he replied loudly. Once more, I was surprised. Many of my agents had become Soldiers, it seemed; perhaps I should be more selective about rankings in the months to come.

Pushing the thought aside for now, I inquired, "Date of entry into Zephyr?"

"Four months prior," he responded shortly. For some reason, Tiro seemed guarded, as though he feared persecution from me. He did not want to say more than he had to, it seemed.

"Agent Tiro, take your position on the opposite side of the room. We will fight with two Pokémon each." Tiro turned and lumbered over to the other side of my grand room. His armor made no noise as he went; presumably, his muscles bulged too much to allow pieces to bounce of off the other pieces.

Tiro wasted no time in releasing his first Pokémon. The moment he had turned to face me, he had silently called upon an Exploud. The blue creature stood before him, shifting restlessly. I nearly laughed; an Exploud seemed quite fitting for Tiro, as they both had a booming voice.

Forcing back my laughter, I followed suit and sent out my Magmar. Magmar eyed up Exploud, determining how dangerous it might be. Its tail flame flared, apparently a sign that it was eager to fight.

"Magmar, start with a Flamethrower," I said calmly. I didn't want to risk a close range attack until I knew exactly what Exploud could do. Magmar reared backward, and then swung its head forward, flames erupting from its beak.

Exploud gazed intently at the oncoming attack, studying it closely. Then, it slowly raised its fist. Its fist glowed a brilliant pink color. Exploud slashed at the air diagonally, and a pink streak rocketed across the room. The attacks hit, but the pink attack cut through the flames easily. Before Magmar could cease the attack and evade, the attack was upon it.

Magmar was blasted backwards onto its back, its tail flame flickering madly. I was unsure of what the attack was, but the only attack that powerful that I knew of was Return, and it seemed like a reasonable attack for an Exploud to have. Magmar rose quickly, glaring at Exploud.

"Magmar, Thunderpunch," I ordered. Magmar did a brief, skeptical double-take, but dashed forward, its left fist blazing with electrical power. Again, Exploud calculated the attack carefully, studying Magmar's every move. Then, it opened its mouth in a silent scream, and shadow energy appeared in the center of its mouth.

Exploud sent a black Shadow Ball spiralling at Magmar. Magmar slowed, skidding over the slippery floor, and crouched slightly. Then, it jumped, allowing its momentum to propel it up and over the Shadow Ball.

Magmar swung its fist in an arch in front of it, connecting with Exploud's head. Exploud howled loudly, steam streaming from the various pipes all over its body. Exploud glared down at Magmar, who was staring up in triumph. It opened it mouth, still yelling loudly, and, to my surprise, sent blistering flames from its mouth.

Normally, Magmar would not have been hurt by an attack of the same element. But Exploud's mouth was enormous, and it could release a large amount of flames at one time. Magmar grunted angrily, and sent its own Flamethrower from within the scorching column of fire.

The two attacks struggled against each other. I noticed, as the two forced each other back and forth, that Magmar's flames were glowing more, but Exploud's were a darker red.

Then, Exploud started inhaling air with its tubes, the sucking noise quite loud and obnoxious. Then, it screamed loudly, and the flames it was spewing intensified greatly. Magmar was thrust backward from the force of the attack. It ducked out from under the vicious fire, and looked to me for direction.

"Magmar, Cross Chop!" I commanded, deciding this was far too dangerous a foe to mess with. Magmar's fist blazed white, the light burning into my eyes. It started forward, zigzagging left and right to try and through off Exploud's aim.

Exploud's small red eyes followed Magmar, trying to discover a pattern. But Magmar moved at random, sometimes swerving to the right and other times twirling around the left.

Then, as Exploud was occupied with its frenzied dancing, it jumped forward and slammed its fist against Exploud. The power of the attack sent Exploud tumbling backwards. But, since Magmar was primarily a Special Attack user, the attack didn't knock out Exploud.

Exploud rose, rather winded, to its feet. Its eyes were rolling, and it looked positively furious. Again, it inhaled a huge amount of air from around it, the noise like a powerful vacuum.

Then, as its chest and the yellow marking upon it expanded, Exploud let out an ear-splitting wail, and bolts of electricity flung wildly from its gaping mouth. Magmar danced about frantically, avoiding the crackling Thunderbolts.

"Magmar, would you be able to absorb the attack with your Thunderpunch?" I asked. Magmar grunted, and raised its fist. Tentatively, it let a bolt hit its hand. Its fist glowed a brighter yellow, and power coursed off of it. Smiling widely, Magmar jumped about, its hand extended, catching lightning as a fisherman would catch fish.

Exploud stopped, realizing its attack was doing more good than harm. It slashed the air again, and sent a rotating pink knife at Magmar. Magmar punched wildly, and blasted the Return attack to pieces. Little, glittering pink things scattered throughout the air, dissipating quickly.

Before Exploud had time to react, though, Magmar sprang forward, fist brilliantly white once more. It slammed into Exploud. Exploud wobbled drunkenly for a moment, and then fell forward, dazed and defeated. Tiro made no sign of rage or embarrassment, but simply recalled Exploud.

Tiro grabbed an Ultra Ball, and tossed it high in the air. A Slaking exploded from within, standing erect and proud in front of its owner. Now I was a bit worried about the outcome of the fight. Slaking, though lazy, was a vicious battler, and could easily win if it got the chance.

So, I thought, I just won't give it that chance.

"Magmar, Screech!" I ordered instantly. Magmar opened its mouth as wide as it could, and shrieked shrilly. The air rang with its cries; even Tiro shifted in surprise. All the while, Slaking's fist was growing redder and redder, eventually a brilliant crimson color.

Slaking roared, and then ran forward, its heavy feet pounding the floor. Magmar looked alarmed, but it fearlessly ran forward, its fist glowing white in contrast. It was at that moment that I realized that Slaking was using Focus Punch.

"Wait, Magmar, NO! Use Flamethrower!" I said, not at all keen on allowing Magmar within arm's range of Slaking. Magmar stopped abruptly, its hand's color fading. Then, it opened its beak and sent fire streaming from within. But Slaking had already swung its arm.

It cut through the flames as though they were bubbles and slammed its fist straight into Magmar's stomach. Magmar flew backwards, Slaking's huge power and Focus Punch's massive power resulting in an intensely painful blow.

I sidestepped quickly, and watched helplessly as Magmar zoomed by me and slammed into the wall. A big crack appeared in it. I frowned at the damage, but my frown was also focused on Magmar's defeat. Slaking was extraordinarily powerful, and I was genuinely concerned that I wouldn't be able to beat it.

What was more disconcerting, though, was how Slaking needed no command and could attack on its own. Exploud was the same. Neither needed Tiro's control, but yet they both battled for him without argument.

It also was worrying because I didn't have any forewarning of what was about to come; had I known that Focus Punch was coming, for instance, I could've countered it. But Tiro's silence made it challenging for me to accurately tell what was about to happen.

I returned Magmar, and sent out Poliwrath. It flexed in front of me, its short blue arms bulging with muscles. It was most unlike my old Shadow Poliwrath. That one had just stood, waiting for an order. My pure Poliwrath, however, prepared itself beforehand. Not for the first time, guilt strayed across my mind as I recalled all the emotion that I had hidden from the Shadow Pokémon, all the happiness, all the care.....

Pushing the thought away, I said quietly, "Poliwrath, direct orders will only delay your response, so attack with what feels right, unless I say otherwise."

Poliwrath croaked deeply, and plodded forward, its feet wetly slapping against the smooth floor. Fortunately, Poliwrath had been called in on Slaking's time to loaf around, its lazy nature getting the better of it.

"Wait, Poliwrath!" I called, "I still want you to attack independently, but use Belly Drum right now; it's a perfect chance." Poliwrath seemed to realize that I was right, noticing Slaking's half-closed eyes. It beat its gloved fists against its stomach. Its stomach quickly glowed red, and the color transferred into its pounding fists.

Poliwrath raised its fists triumphantly, both of them blazing red. Then, the redness faded, but the extreme Attack boost remained. But, Slaking had gotten to its feet, and was readying what looked like a Shadow Ball. Poliwrath glanced briefly at Slaking, determining the threat this caused.

Then, it crouched, its stubby legs spread wide apart. It gazed intently at Slaking, waiting. Slaking shot a Shadow Ball nearly twice as big as its predecessor's at Poliwrath. Poliwrath's narrowed eyes widened, and it rolled ot the side quickly. The ball passed by, and hit the same crack in the wall, widening it considerably.

I scowled, but allowed Poliwrath to continue its battle. Poliwrath ran forward, fists blazing red once more. It jumped high, and swung its fists downwards. Slaking reacted just in time, sending a quickly executed Shadow Ball at the oncoming frog.

Poliwrath croaked in surprise, but punched the Shadow Ball powerfully, breaking it apart. The shadow energy swirled above the two, but then drifted off vaguely and vanished. Unfortunately, though, Poliwrath's attack had been wasted on deflecting that counterattack.

Its hand glowed red again, resuming the same Brick Break attack. Poliwrath stopped right beneath Slaking. Slaking cast a relaxed eye toward Poliwrath, sizing it up. Poliwrath did not back down. On the contrary, it swung both hands at Slaking's voluminous stomach in a brutal uppercut. Slaking roared madly, getting to its feet instantly. Its calm attitude had imploded instantly, replaced by a furious one.

Poliwrath, knowing an attack was imminent, swung its arm together in front of it. A sinewy coating stretched around Poliwrath from its arms, hardening and forming a Substitute. Slaking, in a rage, brought both hands down on the Substitute, and angrily bit and tore at it, destroying it thoroughly.

Poliwrath jumped skyward as Slaking's teeth bore down upon it, looking distinctly tired. Slaking, though, had used all the energy it could at one time, and fell backwards on its back, panting gruffly. Poliwrath landed squarely on its fat stomach. Slaking's brown body quivered slightly at the impact, but otherwise did not move.

Poliwrath's fists shone red as it stared down at Slaking, who stared back contentedly. It was rather amusing, seeing it as though it had already forgotten how enraged it was moments before.

Poliwrath then sent a cascade of Brick Breaks raining down on Slaking's rotund stomach, pummelling it viciously. Slaking howled, and rolled on its side, fainted.

Tiro stamped his foot loudly as Poliwrath jumped upward in glee. Smiling a bit as well, I recalled it and clipped the ball back on my belt.

"Tiro, you battled with skill I have rarely seen before. Your loss will not blind me to your evident battling prowess. You have just as good a chance as anyone else to be Zephyr's undercover spy," I told him imperiously. Tiro bowed, and walked out the door, waiting with the other two in my hallway.

Fodd grabbed the carpet he had pulled back and unfurled it, laying it delicately across the floor and up the stairs. I thought over the past hour or so, considering the options carefully. All three would make adept spies, but for different reasons. Each of them also had a flaw, though, which made it doubly difficult to choose. Finally, I reached my decision.

"Fodd, call all three back in. I wish to speak to them together," I instructed. Fodd saluted quickly, and then ran out to the hallway. There was a brief exchange of words, and then the three came marching in.

They lined up from the first inspected to the last inspected. Amy looked quite small compared to Anthony, and Anthony looked tiny compared to Tiro. It looked rather like they had organized themselves from smallest to largest instead.

I walked up to them, keeping a yard between us, and said, "Well, gentlemen and lady, I have thought it over long and hard, and I believe I have reached my decision. Each of you have something to contribute to the mission. Each of you also have flaws that could undo our carefully planned mission. Amy..."

I turned to the left, facing her. She stared back nervously.

"Although you are new, there is no doubt in my mind that you would be an excellent spy. You would learn a fair bit about battling in that school, for one. You also are a girl, as is our desired target, meaning you would get along fairly well and lure her into a flase sense of security. However, your inexperience -- " Amy bristled slightly as I said that, apparently offended, " -- could give away your role, and that is certainly the last thing we'd want."

Amy, though evidently a bit annoyed, bowed. I turned to Anthony, slouching in the middle of the three.

"Anthony, you are the only person here who has beaten me. Your power is plain. However, you are a relaxed person, am I right?"

Anthony, unsure if this was a rhetorical question or not, remained still.

"Your laziness could lead to someone finding out the truth about your enrolling at Ranstarn. However, as a boy generally the same age as Flannery, you could become friends with her, and would probably be able to capture her without much trouble." Anthony, following Amy's lead, bowed courteously.

"Tiro," I said, turning to the hulking figure on the right, "Though you did not defeat me, it is easy to see that you have a great deal of power and know how to use it. I doubt you would have any trouble at all overpowering Flannery. However, the fact remains that you, unlike my other two volunteers, are an adult, and adults don't typically enroll in a generally adolescent-based school." I examined at all three in turn, creating tension.

"So, who will be chosen? Who will have the honor of ensuring my rise to power? Who will be the spy?" I inquired.

No one answered; they had enough sense to realize that this, too, was not a question to which I desired an answer.

"Anthony," I proclaimed, "I have chosen you. You will be our spy. It is a great honor indeed."

Amy made a quiet noise of outrage, and Tiro stiffened very slightly. Anthony though, remained still, as though determined to show them how a proper spy should act.

"You two are dismissed. Return to your cabins," I said lightly to the two remaining agents. Amy and Tiro bowed simultaneously, and walked out the door.

I turned to Anthony, and said without preamble, "Ranstarn opens in little less than a week. You may pack whatever you please, as long as it does not include anything directly related to Zephyr. However, there are certain items you must have with you at all times. Among the required items are at least three of our provided Pokémon, a PokéNav, and generally whatever a school requires. As you may or may not know, Ranstarn is quite selective in their enrolling. Only the best are admitted, meaning that you have a very small chance of enrolling if you do are not related to a famous person or if you are not a Gym Leader. I have arranged a false identity for you."

At this, I snapped my fingers. Fodd rummaged in the small red bag on his back that all Zephyr agents carried. He retrieved a large file containing many papers and photos.

I grabbed the folder and handed it to Anthony, and continued, "You will be known as Geraldo Ectoin, son of the long-dead Elite Four Member Agatha Ectoin. You will be given certain heirlooms that are passable as cherished family gifts, Pokémon that Agatha Ectoin would train. We have gathered information on Mrs. Ectoin, her habits, her past, everything. There are also answers to questions that you would normally be unable to answer, such as why you have been unheard of until now and your father that has also been hidden from public view. You are to study these files most extensively. A few days before your departure, I will call upon you to answer questions you are likely to be asked while at Ranstarn and questions about your heritage and family members. I expect your best effort; incorrect answers will be punished strictly. Good luck. You are dismissed."

Anthony, who had been listening quietly throughout my explanation, bowed deeply, and headed out the door to his cabin.

I climbed the stairs to my throne-like seat, and sat down. I drummed my fingers against the armrest, thinking over about my choice and whether or not it had indeed been the correct one.


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The 8th Champion