Winds of the Past
Welcome to my story, Winds of the Past. A few of you might remember that I did post this story a while back, but I didn't get to finish it due to some time constraints and what not. Now I have begun writing on it again, and am ready to re-post it. Hopefully I get both some new readers and some old ones from before. I also need to say thanks to Ysavvryl who is my beta for this fic. Chapters will most likely be posted either weekly or fortnightly, just whenever I finish them I guess. This fic has a rating of PG-13. It might get a bit higher later on, but it will mostly be PG-13.
Background:
Winds of the Past centres around Agatha of the Elite Four and Professor Oak when they themselves were young Pokemon trainers. It does include several aspects from the franchise and game how I believe they would appear in the past. It is set about forty years before the current Pokemon time line in the anime.
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Okay, without further ado, here is the first chapter. Hope you all enjoy.
CHAPTER 1 - PHASE ONE:
In the town of Veilstone City in the Sinnoh region was a scientist by the name of Professor Mercury. At the very north of the stone, isolated city was a set of stairs which led to an impressive building with four floors. Satellite dishes were placed on the left and right side of the building, which was owned by the evil Team Galactic. Emblazoned on the large double white doors of the building was a golden 'G' symbol, specially designed for Team Galactic. Professor Mercury was working very late into the night on an important research project.
On the third floor, Mercury was sitting on a spindle-legged chair with a soft, black cushiony back rest and hard wooden arm rests. He was in a room containing many pieces of sensitive equipment that all flashed many different colours. This was his office and he had just finished his research that had been asked of him - more valuable information about their project. It would be big... if it worked.
He had a small blue lamp light turned on and a neat stack of papers with many hasty scribbles on them bathed in the light. Mercury pushed them to the right so he had some clear space on his otherwise cluttered desk.
On his desk were many blueprints of buildings and maps of the Sinnoh region with Mt. Coronet, the mountain dividing the region in two. It was marked with a large red X. There were many pencils, some razor sharp, and others blunt as a doorknob. There were also many pens with varying amounts of ink scattered on the small white desk. Mercury had a large, plain computer monitor on the far left of his desk. The monitor displayed a program with many scientific formulas and calculations. Mercury turned off the monitor with one press of the small blue button at the bottom, and turned to his left.
Floating above the ground next to Mercury’s spindle legged chair was a peculiar looking Pokémon. His body was tetrahedral in shape. Three triangular structures could be seen on his sides and his back. A large red nose covered his whole body and below that was a moustache of iron filings. Atop his head was a hat that was actually a large magnet. This was a Probopass, and the iron filings making up his moustache were actually magnetically attached to his body.
“Hey, Magnus,” Mercury said. “Oh, thank heavens I’m finally done,” he continued. He breathed a long sigh of relief as he neatly stacked some papers together. “Maybe I can get a promotion now..."
“Probo Probopass,” Magnus replied. His voice was strangely mechanical.
The rest of the floor space was taken up by numerous pieces of big bulky equipment that beeped and flashed periodically. Even though this was Mercury’s private office there were no personal touches anywhere in the room. He had wanted to put up pictures of his family but his boss prohibited it. Mercury had a wife and three kids and he adored them almost as much as his work.
“Work comes first,” he said to himself. That had been his motto ever since he had become a scientist. He had lived his entire life by it.
Instead of pictures of Mercury’s family there were posters about space, two legendary dragon Pokémon, and three legendary psychic Pokémon. Just to the left of his desk was a mirror in a gold encrusted frame. It was easily the brightest and most beautiful thing in the room.
Mercury stood up and walked over to it. Staring back at him was a man of sixty-four years. His face was extremely wrinkled and he had a shiny bald patch on the top of his head. Surrounding the bald patch was a fraying batch of greying hair. He had green eyes and a pair of horn-rimmed glasses as well as small ears. He was wearing a black travelling coat over a white striped and collared t-shirt. Over the black travelling coat was a grey and white vest with the golden G logo of Team Galactic on the top left. He was wearing a pair of black pants that were a bit too short, exposing a bit of skin above his ankles.
Mercury saw his Pokémon float into the reflection of the mirror.
“Probo...pass Probopass,” it said.
“Come on Magnus, stop hogging the mirror. I’ve got to keep track of my hair,” Mercury joked. “Well, I guess I should finish up what I’m doing on the computer, and then go home.”
***
Far north of where Professor Mercury and Magnus sat, at the very top of the Sinnoh region, was an extremely freezing place called Snowpoint City. It was so named because of the constant snow that fell there, creating a shimmering aura of white light around the city. The fact that it was the northern most point of Sinnoh also contributed to its cold weather. It looked very beautiful and peaceful, especially at night time when the snow sparkled just like the stars in the sky.
Snowpoint City had a huge temple at its northernmost point that contained some powerful Pokémon. It also had a few homes as well as a harbour at the south of the city. The harbour had a crane that was inactive at this time of night, but was busy transporting cargo to ships that were docked in the middle of the day.
What the sleeping residents of Snowpoint City didn’t know was that someone very evil was sailing towards their quaint and innocent city. A boat with a brown deck, which was now covered in a fresh layer of snow, was sailing towards the city. The ship had three floors full of cabins for passengers. There was also a kitchen for the chefs to cook exquisite meals for the esteemed guests.
Right now a fierce blizzard was sweeping through the town, sending all of the snow into the air with blistering winds; only a mild blizzard to the people of Snowpoint. To the west of the city, stronger blizzards were quite common, almost regular. But to people not native to Snowpoint City this would be horrible.
The boat docked at the harbour and only one passenger stepped out into the chilling night air - it didn’t seem chilling to him though. He had three layers of thick black clothing on and a black balaclava over his face to conceal his identity. In his pure black outfit he would be almost indistinguishable from the night sky, but he was very easy to see standing in the white snow around him. The man felt quite warm inside his clothes, but he had a job to do and he wouldn’t be able to do it if he was distracted. He stepped off the pier and almost instantly his foot sunk over a foot into freezing snow. He noticed that his foot was starting to become numb. He lifted it out as fast as he could but it was slow work.
“Hello, Agent Roberts are you there?” The voice had come through a walkie-talkie attached to his belt. The voice was surrounded by static, but it was clearly identifiable as a woman’s.
The man, Agent Roberts, detached the walkie-talkie from his belt and put it up to his mouth, lifting the other hand up to block out the noise of the blizzard around him.
“Yes sir, I’m here at Snowpoint City. You were right in advising me to dress in layers. I would've been freezing.”
“Listen, I don’t care about the weather! Focus on your job or I will get someone else to do it. Start phase one - do you understand?” she replied, her voice angry and hostile.
“Yes... yes sir, I understand perfectly,” stammered Agent Roberts nervously. He looked over his shoulder in fear and trepidation, even though he knew his boss couldn’t be there.
“Good, now proceed with your assignment.”
There was a slight beep on the other end of the line, followed by nothing but static in Agent Roberts’ walkie-talkie. He reattached it to his belt and continued walking through the snow, each step making his foot sink deeper. His feet were freezing and he was moving way too slow for his boss's liking.
“I’ve had enough of this,” he grunted.
He pulled out a small white ball with brownish marks on it and a dial on the top. It was called a Pokéball. He nestled it in his thick black gloves before twisting the dial around three times.
“Daria, come on out!” he yelled.
The Pokéball opened up and a white light appeared which formed itself into the shape of a Pokémon.
After the white light disappeared the Pokémon was clearly visible. She had a large orange body with an orange tail, and she stood upright with three claws on each foot and both hands. Two small antennae atop an orange head wriggled slightly in the strong breeze of the blizzard. She stretched out two green wings which she used to fly.
Agent Roberts had nicknamed his Dragonite Daria when he was a child, back when it was only a Dratini. He had been a very kind and sweet child, but now at the age of forty he was an evil monster. Something had happened to him in his past that had been so traumatic it had changed him forever.
“Daria, you can fly around the entire Earth in sixteen hours, so you should be able to fly me to Veilstone City in no time,” said Agent Roberts. “Let me on your back and then fly me here,” he said, pulling out a map and pointing to Veilstone City.
Daria nodded, bent down to let Agent Roberts get on her back, and then flew off into the sky, wings beating madly at either side.
The scenery below Agent Roberts was passing by so fast he couldn’t get a good look at anything. He saw Pokémon flying in the sky but ignored them. For once he wasn’t here to wreak havoc on Pokémon... not yet anyway.
***
Within a few minutes they were walking up the narrow streets of Veilstone City to the Team Galactic Headquarters. There were no people in the streets this late in the night. The only sound was from the chirping of crickets, and the only light from the crescent moon above. In the day there would be hundreds of people, either queuing up to buy goods at the large department store, or else to gamble away their savings at the local game corner.
As they came to the steps leading to the building, Agent Roberts ordered Daria to destroy the satellites with a Hyper Beam attack. Daria obliged, tilting back her head to charge up before she let loose a powerful orange beam from her mouth. The first beam destroyed the right hand satellite instantly, and a second Hyper Beam did the same to the left hand one. Agent Roberts knew he was going to attract attention now - the explosions wouldn’t have gone unnoticed. Instead of hanging around waiting to get caught, he and Daria hurried up the stairs to the front entrance. When they reached the front doors and Agent Roberts saw the Team Galactic logo, he spat on the ground in disgust.
“Destroy it,” he said to Daria.
Daria ran at the doors head first, completely knocking them off their hinges. Together, they ran as fast as they could to the stairs that would lead to the upper floors. The first floor was very dull. The floors and the walls were grey and it was almost completely deserted. All the regular Grunts had left, leaving only the security guards. The guards tried to fight off Daria, but Agent Roberts just ordered Daria to knock them out of the way with Hyper Beam. None of the guards got close to attacking Agent Roberts and his powerful Dragonite.
Everything Agent Roberts ran past had the golden G engraved on it.
I will destroy this building later, he thought to himself. Right now he had to get to the professor.
“I see the stairs!” he yelled at Daria, who was fending off three security guards with a Dragon Claw attack. Her claws on her hands were shining a bright green colour, and when they made contact with the grunts they were sent flying across the room like rag dolls.
Daria then ran after her master who was climbing the stairs. They found another set of stairs without incident, but when they reached the third floor and the office of Professor Mercury, they encountered resistance. Mercury was standing outside of his office with Magnus at his side.
“Well, if it isn’t good old Horace,” Agent Roberts said. His voice was cool, calm, and collected. He took off his excess layers of clothing and roughly deposited them in a bundle beside him.
“I see you have me at an advantage. You know who I am but I don’t know who you are,” Horace said, his teeth bared in anger.
“Let’s just say... it’s poetic justice that I am your worst nightmare. Tell me, Horace, do you remember the date of October the eighth? More specifically, the October eighth of thirty-two years ago.” Agent Roberts asked in a curious tone. Horace froze as he remembered both the disastrous and joyful events of that fateful day.
“How do you know about that?” Horace spat at Agent Roberts. “Who are you?!”
“I am your worst nightmare, but you can call me Carson,” he replied.
Horace wracked his memories, trying to think of anyone named Carson involved in that day, but he was unsuccessful. Besides, it probably wasn’t his real name. The day in question had been so long ago and barely anyone at Team Galactic had known about it. As far as he knew, no one outside Team Galactic knew the truth about that day.
“Don’t remember? Well I remember fine. I can never forget. Daria, use Dragon Pulse,” Carson commanded.
Daria opened her gaping mouth, producing a blue shockwave that headed towards Magnus.
“Magnus, dodge,” Horace ordered.
Magnus floated higher into the air at an incredible speed to dodge the attack.
“It seems I underestimated you. Most people wouldn’t have reacted in time,” Carson complimented. “It is no matter though. Your Probopass may be fast, but is it strong? Daria use Thunderpunch.”
Daria curled her right hand into a fist that glowed yellow, and produced sparks of electricity. She then flew towards Magnus at an incredible speed.
“Magnus, use Discharge.”
A fierce charge of electricity left Magnus’ body and headed straight towards Daria’s fist. The two attacks collided, producing a huge explosion that rocked the Team Galactic building to its core. When the smoke cleared, both Pokémon were ready to fight, though they had both been bruised and battered by the explosion.
“Does that answer your question?” Horace snidely remarked. He had raised Magnus long and hard. During one of his research missions to Mt. Coronet, he had worked particularly hard. It had all paid off now.
Carson grunted and ordered another attack.
“Use Hyper Beam,” he said.
Daria charged up another beam of orange light and sent it at Magnus, but again it dodged the attack. It didn’t have much room to move because the corridor they were battling in wasn’t very wide; he was making the most of the room he had.
“Magnus, now use Magnet Bomb.”
A steel bomb shot out of the iron filings of Magnus's moustache and landed directly on Daria. She wasn’t able to dodge it because she was recharging after using so much power with Hyper Beam. A few seconds after it landed it exploded, causing part of the roof to cave in and come crashing down on Daria.
As the rubble and dust cleared, Carson was shocked to see Daria flat on her back on the floor.
“Daria, get up!” Carson roared. Spit flew out of his mouth as he became more and more incensed.
Daria opened her eyes and flew into the air. The beating of her wings as she hovered in midair swept all the debris aside into the surrounding walls. Several large holes in the walls now opened up to the outside world.
“Good job. Now, use Wing Attack,” Carson said.
“Let’s get rid of that aerial advantage, shall we?” Horace mocked. “Magnus, use Gravity.” Horace was confident he could win this battle. He wasn’t a complete nerd like most people thought and had trained Magnus diligently.
Magnus closed his eyes as the three triangular structures floated off his body. They hovered up to the top of the ceiling, and began emitting a magnetic field. Daria had just started flying towards Magnus when she suddenly fell down to the ground. The force of gravity had been intensified around her. It was so intense that she couldn’t fly - she could barely even stand up.
“NO, DARIA ATTACK THEM! What are you waiting for?!” Carson roared as Daria struggled to her feet. Could he possibly lose this? He hadn’t expected this nerdy professor to be so good.
“I think it’s time for an Earth Power, Magnus,” Horace confidently commanded.
Magnus made a strange humming noise before slamming himself onto the floor. Cracks began to form in the floor ahead of Magnus. They spread along the floor, occasionally throwing up miniscule chunks of rock. They spread all the way to Daria, who was still struggling against the gravity pulling down on her. As soon as the cracks reached Daria, the floor suddenly gave way, sending huge slabs of rock hurtling at Daria. Carson dove out of the way to avoid being hit. Daria squealed as she fell down to the second floor. A huge chunk of the floor was now completely gone.
“Daria, NO!” Carson screamed. He rushed over to the edge of the gaping hole in the floor. Daria was back on her feet and was staring furiously upwards. She was beating her wings as she slowly rose into the air. The gravity was returning to normal now. “No more going easy on you now, Horace. This is our last chance, Daria. Use Draco Meteor,” Carson ordered.
Daria was suddenly surrounded by a blue light. She closed her mouth and made a harmonious sound that seemed to extend to the heavens. The roof of the building exploded as several comets streamed down towards Horace and Magnus. One of them immediately crashed into Magnus. He let out a hideous groan as its huge nose was immediately caved in. Magnus was crunched through the lower floors before finally landing, crushed beneath a comet, on the ground floor.
“No, Magnus!” Professor Mercury screamed. “No, please wake up!” Tears were now running down Horace’s face as he looked at the almost pitiful form of Magnus far below. How could Carson have done this? What did he want? Nothing deserved this loss of life.
“Pro...bo...pass.”
The cries were barely audible over his sobs, but Horace beamed in joy - Magnus was still alive. Horace stood up and made to run to the stairs. He knew he needed to help Magnus. There was a Pokémon Centre in town and if Horace got Magnus there quick enough he might still survive. There was a slim glimmer of hope inside Horace now, the only thing that was keeping him going.
“Uh-uh,” Carson said, extending his hand out to block Horace’s path. “Daria, charge up Hyper Beam.”
Daria was back on the third floor now that the gravity was completely normal again. She paused for an instant before seeing the maniacal glint in Carson’s eyes. She may not always agree with his methods, but he was her master and she would do anything for him. She charged up a Hyper Beam. She kept her mouth closed, but was prepared to open it if Carson told her to.
“Now, tell me where your research is and your Probopass will be fine. If you don’t tell me, your Probopass will not be so fine,” Carson said menacingly.
Horace whimpered at the sight of the mangled Magnus. What should he do? That research was imperative to Team Galactic, but unlike the other members of Team Galactic he greatly cared about his Pokémon.
“Daria, use Hyper-” Carson began.
“No, wait,” Horace interjected, holding up his arms in protest. “It’s in there, hidden in the locked drawer of my desk,” he said, pointing to the second drawer from the top of his small white desk.
“Give me the key.”
Horace threw a small golden key from his pocket to Carson who smiled in glee and triumph. He walked over to the transparent locked doors leading into Professor Mercury’s office and unlocked them with the key. He then proceeded past the different machines and unlocked the drawer at the desk. There was a stack of paper, and the first piece of paper read “TORN WORLD MANIPULATION: PHASE ONE”.
“Perfect,” Carson said to himself. He walked back out of the office and stood next to Daria, who still had her mouth closed, a Hyper Beam ready to be unleashed. “Now that I have this information, the machine will finally be able to work,” he continued. “Thank you for the research. Now we did have a promise, but I’m not a man of my word. Daria, use Hyper Beam,” Carson said.
Daria unleashed the orange beam of light upon the damaged Magnus. The blast blew up the comet atop Magnus, and in the process, sent him hurtling through one of the ground floor windows before landing motionless on the ground outside.
Horace moaned in agony at what Carson had just done.
“How could you, you lying disgusting pig!?” he yelled at the top of his lungs. “That wasn’t necessary. What’s wrong with you!?”
“Look in the mirror before accusing me of what wasn't necessary!” Carson yelled. He punched Horace in the face before leaving him alone on the floor, whimpering over his lost Pokémon.
When Horace finally had the courage to look down at Magnus, he lifted his head up from the floor. The first thing he noticed was Carson in the distance upon Dragonite. They were already high up in the air. Horace beat the ground with his fists in frustration. How could this have happened? Had his past finally caught up with him? But why did Magnus have to perish? He didn’t deserve it. Magnus was like another member of Horace’s family and now he had lost him. It was all his fault. Obviously Carson had been angry at him for something he personally had done. That one day, all those years ago had now taken someone from Horace, someone he loved so much.
In the air, Carson stowed the papers inside his jacket and then screamed into the blistering wind so that Daria could hear him.
“Daria, use your most powerful Hyper Beam and destroy that building and everyone inside!”
“Dra, Dragonite,” Daria said. She was hesitating about killing so many people. They had the research, everything they needed was in Carson’s hands, but he still wanted to kill everyone inside.
“I said destroy that building!” he sneered.
Daria still didn’t really want to do it, but she was loyal to her master, who had always been loyal to her. She nodded and then took a few seconds to charge up and unleash a beam of orange light at the building far below. It was so powerful that the recoil jerked Daria and Carson back a few feet. The orange light was so huge that it encompassed the whole building. Then with a deafening explosion that shook the entire city, the building became nothing but rubble and corpses. A huge smoking crater was now in the place of the building that had caused so much pain.
As Carson looked down at the destruction below he smiled.
“Hmm, what do you know? I actually helped that monster. He doesn’t have to go through the grief of losing his Probopass. Oh well, revenge is much more sweet a motive,” he whispered to himself. “Now, Daria, fly us to the base.”
Daria felt guilty from all the deaths she had just caused, but she still listened to her master and flew back to their base, trying to find a reason why her master had wanted so many people dead.
The only thing the people of Veilstone City could see that night was the silhouette of a man riding upon a Dragonite, heading south at such an incredible speed that in a few seconds they were nothing more than a tiny dot on the horizon.
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Yay, it's up! And I see it has a brand new title(or at least a shortened version of the previos one xP)! I'm so excited you posted this, it was by far one of my favorite Fics on SPPf and I can't wait to get to the chapter I've already read up to - I think it was twenty, but I'm not sure because of how long ago it was xP 
But yeah, I love the beginning of this Fic, so I can't wait. 
Originally Posted by Buraddo_Aipom
