Shadow War Trilogy Book 1: A Returning Darkness

[Agent Tectonic]

Well, if I keep tinkering with this, I'm never going to get around to posting it, so here is the reboot of the Shadow War Trilogy, Book 1. It's rated PG-15 for violence, occasional cursing, and some amount of blood. If you like it, awesome, and when you see areas that need improvement, let me know. Thanks, and enjoy.

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Prologue: The Meeting--- This post
Chapter 1: Scales and Steel
Chapter 2: Battling a Grduge
 

Shadow War Trilogy Book 1: A Returning Darkness


Prologue: The Meeting

I hate being lied to. As I write this tale, I do so knowing that much of this is a truthful lie.
~~R. I. Ram


Under a midnight sky, a warm breeze swirled across the small plain. In the distance, a chorus of laughter, singing, and enjoyment resonated as residents of a nearby village partied. It had been twenty years since the end of the Meteor Catastrophe, but the town's inhabitants still glorified the day. Around Rescue Town, festivities were underway: dancing, gossiping, games, mock brawls. A towering sculpture, made of pure marble, guarded the center of Pokemon Square, the plaza where most of the townsfolk had gathered. Its creator -- Team Tectonic's Smeargle, Leo-- had opted to set aside painting, switching instead to stone crafting. A renowned artist at the time, nobody would deny that this was truly his life's work, and thus, he retired after its completion.

At a juice bar gazing up at the obelisk, two figures sat: an albino Ninetails and a Glameow, one admiring the work in great detail while the other scowled at it unimpressed.

“It's been a quiescent decade, hasn't it; at least in terms of world events.”

“Aside from Darkrai's failed coup for the world, many would argue too quiet, Resh. Now, why are we here?” the second figure said with a sigh and a hint of impatience. “I didn't return for you to drag me around at your whim just so you can enjoy a little music.”

“Do you not comprehend the understanding of our arrangement to meet here? Look around you. Take in the reality of your coup as I ask you if you even know what this monument is, Gina.”

“I better. There names are on the mouths of everyone from here to Treasure Town two island-countries over. Yes, I've heard the tales of Leafblade and Zix: assisted in stopping the meteor-apocalypse, heroes of the Human Conflict, and yes, I even know one is an ex-human, Resh,” Gina said as if reading out of book. “Of all reasons for knowing them, that is the only reason why I came back. You are well aware of the Pact. Humans and Pokemon, never molding into one species. Even if he wears the skin of the green jungle lizard he is now, he is still at root a human. I want to know why it has taken me this long to hear second-hand information instead of hearing from Brother, Sister, or Mother herself?”

“I don't have the solution to your question; why don't you inquire about it to all three of them and note their responses. Why drag me into it?”

“You are just as guilty as far as I'm concerned. Everyone who didn't tell me is guilty. This was a matter that needed my approval,” stated Gina condescendingly. “And I question why you never spoke a word about it beforehand. You never lie or hold secrets. You are-”

“I don't answer to you, Gina; embalm that thought into the nous behind that golden mask you currently conceal. It never was a secret, only information you never heard. Nothing more, nothing less. I told you readily as soon as you asked me. Understood,” barked Resh while a small bit of fire escaped the tip of his center-most tail as Gina realized she slightly overstepped in her statement. She, however, didn't flinch and returned to gazing at the statue. A rather elderly Alakazam had been watching the exchange, much to Gina's displeasure, and quickly resolved the situation by sending shadowy threads of darkness his way to scare him off. To her satisfaction, the other left the scene quicker than Latios could fly.

Minutes ticked by and finally deciding the awkward silence between herself and Resh was over, she chose her words a little more carefully and continued their civil conversation, “No, I won't bring my thoughts to my family; they left me in the dark, so I'll leave them and their little champions in the dark too. An eye for an eye. It was long ago decided that I was charged with maintaining balance between my family, yet they didn't consult me before continuing with their little scheme. I am meant to be the judge, but now I am forced to play jury and executioner.”

“You don't mean to-”

“I do, Resh. The scales are unbalanced, and I mean to correct them on my terms.”

“But they have families, both of them. Even then, only one of them is human. Why target both of them?”

“To send a message, that's why, and because I abhor the idea of having that monster breeding more human-Pokemon offspring. The other is too involved. My family needs to be reminded that I am still around, and I'm still watching to matter how long it takes to find out their secrets. I will always find out. They went under my shadow, so I will do the same.”

“Careful what you wish for, Gina. I hold the prophecies of the world in my library, and there are a few lying around that foretell such involvements.”

“Prophecies are never guaranteed, Resh. You know that. After all, how many other would be heroes have been ‘prophesied’ to defeat me or other legends, but those ‘heroes’ failed to do so?”

“What about the Team Pokepals from Treasure Town? I don't hear you crying foul play with them when the human then turned into a Turtwig and defeated Darkrai several years ago.”

“Hahaha,” cackled Gina as she explained why between fits of laughter. “Why did I have to? Darkrai caused the entire thing, and he was justly punished. Lost his memory and hasn't thought of anything idiotic since then.”

“You always find some way to correct me don't you?”

“You may be the being of truth, but that doesn't always make you right.”

Another moment of silence passed between the two before Gina turned away to take leave. Resh watched her, but before he left, he stated with a hint of displeasure, “I don't agree with your decision, but then again, who am I to say what you can and can't do. Just know that you can't hide your presence forever, and when Arceus and your siblings hear of your return, you better hope that your plan is beyond failure, for the rest of the legends will move against you. You may think you are doing the right thing, but your actions are about as extreme as Kyurem's can be. Be wary of that fact, Giratina.”

Only bowing her head in acknowledgment, Gina silently walked away and directed her steps toward the immediate edge of town. When there were absolutely no witnesses, she shifted to her more natural form and took off into the night on silent, shadowy wings. Resh watched her leave and continued to stare at the clear sky above. He gazed at the heavens above deciding whether or not to alert the rest of the legends of Gina's plans or to let them figure it out. He truly didn't care. As long as a story was to be told after the events transpired, he wasn't in a place to decide what was needed to be done. Resh took one final look at the obelisk before following suit to leave town. Like Gina, Resh gave a quick check to make sure no unwanted witnesses were around before shifting from the pale white skin into the plumy feathers of what his true form. Powering his turbine tail, he took off into the night as well and returned to his library to plan.

The party behind him lasted well into the night before things started quieting down. By the first rays of dawn, the décor was being dismantled as many took the day off to rest. A few Rescue Teams checked the Job Bulletin by the post office to see if any interesting jobs were posted before heading out. By noon, the town was silent and no one was even aware of the conversation that took place between the legends that night.

~-----~

[Knightfall]

I remember reading the previous version of this fic, and I think that it's much better then the former.

Disgruntled legendaries targeting the human-turned-Pokemon heroes? Sounds like an exciting plot if I ever heard one, I can't help but wonder where you're planning on taking this.
I happen to have a thing for PMD fics, you know, being an author of one myself, and when I find a good one, I keep track of it. I'm definately going to be keeping tabs on this one.

I apologize for what seems like a rather short, but time is constantly slipping out of my grasp.
I didn't see too many obvious errors, so kudos on that.
A great opening, to what looks like a great story.

Knightfall signing off...

[Agent Tectonic]

Chapter 1: Scales and Steel

Galdwin’s Cafe was as legendary as both Empyr’s and our’s combined. If you never heard about it, then you were either human or an alien. Period.
~~Zix


Galdwin was approaching the end of his patience. Under normal circumstances, a full cafe was a delight to him every once in awhile. However, even the good business was not enough to offset the irritations for having a full cafe for three weeks straight, especially with humans. A few were cordial enough to get along with, but most of the top notch trainers that passed through to see the competition were rude or obnoxious or worse yet, both. It also didn't help that they thought the normal patrons didn't understand them, and when every drunk insult is heard to every patron, the patience level falls that much shorter. Luckily, tonight, there were no humans; well, minus one human who thoroughly enjoyed talking with various Pokemon. He was a rising philanthropist among humans and almost a saint to many Pokemon.

Also among his patrons were the four stars who would battle each other tomorrow, and this group was certainly getting their belly full of drinks. He didn't know how they had so many, but the group was on their fifth wonder gummi pitcher; it was unbelievable, and quite frankly, raising the old Spinda's jealously meter. And yet, to his sympathy, both teams were getting bombarded with requests to join their group throughout the evening. Tectonic's leader, the Sceptile whose name he found out was Leafblade, had to keep telling others that their team was filled completely to max and no more recruitment was possible. Cielliene was also forced to send others away. While they were nowhere near as full as Tectonic, they were a bit more selectively in their recruitment, even though they were eight years junior to the veteran rescuers. Speaking of that group, the Typhlosion, Zix, was hailing him for another drink and hoisting four more wonder gummies in the air.

“Their sixth one now,” muttered Galdwin. Where in Giratina's great abyss did they get twenty-four Wonder Gummies? “Coming right up,” he called. He stumbled from around the bar and approached the group. With a smile that was hypocritical to his thoughts, he snagged the gummies from the volcano Pokemon's hand and teetered his way back behind his bar. “Shake it this way. Swirl it that way. Aaaaaand done,” muttered Galdwin throughout the few minutes it took to prep the drink. He never shared his gummi juice recipe; after many years traveling the world and even many more years in the business, entrepreneurs of all colors tried wresting the recipe from him, claiming they knew how to make it better. Ah, right. “Alright, Zix, come and get your drink.” The fire type walked over and walked off with the new pitcher. At the table, he poured a glass for each of the members, pouring his partner's last.

“Ah, I see. Leave your partner for last. Alright, I feel love.”

“Well, aren't you the funny lizard tonight. Drink up. That's the last of all of our gummies.”

Zix downed the his in a gulp, much to Leafblade's amusement. The guy could hold his own on and off the field. Gazing upon his own glass had quite the opposite effect of his partners. Upon laying eye-contact with that, both his throat and his stomach threatened to make room should he decide to even put the glass to his mouth, and heeding those thoughts, he opted to take small sips. Settling that dispute, Leafblade noticed that his partner was causing another as he went off on a bragging spree; the sugar and energy was getting to his head. To his relief, a human, female, approached which instantly hushed to table as well as most of the patrons in the bar. She wore a long, ebony cape and cotton, Lucario ears. Her hair was a rich blonde.

*Pardon me, I don't suppose I could borrow the Leafblade and Cielliene for a moment. I'd like to ask them a couple of questions.*

The Torterra, shifting her weight a bit at the request asked, “Why us? Does it have something to do with us being a human once-upon-a-time?”

“Cielliene, I don't think she understands us very well, being a human. Let's just allow her to question us, and I'll translate. We'll keep this quick as it's about time to wrap up the evening. Zix's getting too restless from all of the drinks, Empyr is going mute, and the night is getting old.” Turning to the human, *We'll answer your questions as long it's brief. Of all nights, the value of sleep is priceless.* The woman stared for a long while, apparently not used to a Sceptile speaking a human language. *Well?*

*Yeah, um, right; could I sit here?*

“Zix, head to the camp and get some rest. You're going to need it in your condition.”

“But, I'm fine.” He was currently in the act of trying to arm wrestle himself, and quite frankly, Leafblade would not have been surprised if the next words out of his partner's mouth were “I lost.”

“No, you're hyperactive and obnoxious; I need you at your finest tomorrow. Now go.”

His friend gave him a look that could freeze Kyurem, yet he acquiesced and left, leaving only Empyr, Cielliene, the woman, and himself at the table. She emitted an air of power around her, yet she was noticeably uncomfortable around the group. Cielliene was also quite shifty. Why were they so nervous? Empyr finally decided to speak up saying that he was heading out with Zix to calm him before letting Cresselia whisk him away to Dreamland.

“So what does she want to ask?” questioned Cielliene once her partner left.

She didn't seem to need a translator as the hint of attitude of the question seemed to come across quite well, *Well, I'm Cynthia. I'm the champion of the Sinnoh region. I've heard tales of your exploits through N, yet I wanted to learn more of how two humans ever turned into Pokemon to begin with. It's quite unheard of and quite exquisite in my opinion. Could you tell me how you transformed into what you are now?*

“Would you like to relate your tale Cielliene, and I'll translate? Your story is much longer compared to mine.”

“I guess.” And so, the Torterra relayed her story of her start at the beach, her upbringing with Empyr and the guild, the fake, famed explorer Grisle the Dusknoir, her exile in the future, and the battle against Dialga. She avoided any mention of the Time Gears with practiced ease, and when pressed as to how Dialga's tower started collapsing and how it was fixed, she refused to talk about the latter. She did, however, continue further into the Darkrai Distortion matter, when he tried sabotaging space, and finally, how she found out the true reason she transformed.

*Really, I'd never have thought that time travel was possible, yet you both speak of it as if should be considered normal.*

*That may attribute to the fact that humans see only in what's in front of your latest technology, and not what can be done beyond that. Also, we're Pokemon.*

*I guess that's true, though I'm left wondering whether that comment was made to insult or inform.* She gave a sideways glance to the Sceptile and was greeted with only a mischievous smile. Deciding to give up on that thought, she continued, *As much as that story is unbelievable, to me at least, it intrigues me. But what about you? Why are you a Pokemon?*

*I chose to stay. I was asked twenty years ago to help stop a meteor from landing on our island. The impact would have sent every Pokemon from our island east of here to Temporal Tower into the afterlife. I asked to have a few months worth of training before the projected date of impact, so I could get accustomed to my new body. I also wanted my mind erased, so I wouldn't distract myself from the mission. While I had a few missteps along the way, one including being exiled since my memory loss and transformation tied into a local legend of the bringer of catastrophes, Zix and I proved our strength to be worthy of challenging Raquaza atop Sky Tower. The goal was not to defeat her, but merely to give her head a good whack upward to see the impending doom. We completed the mission, but in doing so, I completed my mission which meant that my time as a Pokemon was over. I left in a sphere of light, leaving my companion mentally defeated. I don't know when or where along my journey inside that light bubble, but I decided that my human life, whatever it was, could not be nearly as perfect as my life as a Treecko, with a friend that could not be replaceable, remembered or not. here. I prayed to see Zix again and was rewarded with who and what I am now.*

Both of them were silent; after all, Leafblade had never relayed his story publicly to anyone but his partner and a few trusted members within the team, so to get this story, condensed as it was, it came to a surprise to both human and Pokemon. And he wasn't finished.

*In my later years, as a renowned rescuer, I thought long and hard about that decision. I didn't regret it, but I got curious. What did I leave behind? My guardian who helped me through the Meteor Crisis was alive again with no memory, so that left me finding either the Wishmaker or Arceus herself. Several years before the War, I found my answers. I had traveled to this very island after hearing rumors of Jirachi granting a wish to one of the explorers here. I sought his knowledge on the location of Jirachi's cave, and he was more than accommodating to help me.

*I'd brought my Wish Stone with me as it was rumored to hold the power to grant entrance to any of Jirachi's chambers. Making my way through Star Cave, I finally arrived at the end of a long road; I fought Jirachi and won and was granted my wish of restoring my memory. His exact words were, ‘While I can restore what you lost, it'll take time to remember everything. Be warned though as some of the memories may flood over you in a torrent of visions. You are not the first to ask such a task, and I've seen those as great as you fall to their own memories.’ Understanding the risks, I still asked for it. Over time, some of my memories have trickled back, but not enough to sate my hunger for the truth. It’s been bits of random things that have little importance. My hope is to remember everything before I return to the embrace of the earth.*

Those final punctuated words left the other two silent. The human sat completely still, digesting everything she had heard. A funny thing, thought Leafblade, considering it was she that wanted the answers yet took so long to actually comprehend them once she heard them.

The Torterra had went silent as well, which was agreeable; she'd never heard his story even though they'd been friends for half a decade. Yet between her and the human, she had found her voice first. “I don't want to remember my past. I came from a time when no sun ever shone; the horrors I must have went through to save that future, I cannot fathom. You though, you don't even know who or where you once were. No lasting history of what your old life was like. I hope you find the answers you seek.”

The Torterra's words warmed him a bit. He didn't envy her; she was right. To know that history was bad enough; to actually remember it would be horrific. Cynthia on the other hand, was staring off into nothingness, still lost in her own world. Seizing the moment, Cielliene bid her farewells as the night was getting even later, and Leafblade was starting to feel the fatigue of sleep wearing away at his mind as well.

When she was gone, the human woman finally spoke up. *What truly made you want to stay in this life? Watching you socialize amongst friends, I understand, but why forsake everything being human has to offer?*

A bold question, thought Leafblade; one that he even pondered on many occasions. *I don't know. I never regretted it, only got curious of what I did leave behind. Each day that passes and I don't remember, the more I feel like I made the right decision, but my curiosity and ‘what if’ thoughts never abate. All I know, all I remember, is that this life was the one to live.*

*I think I understand your point, and if it were me, I don't know how I could choose, but that's being a bit bias as well. While I didn't find the answers to how your transformations happened, I got to meet some very unique and wonderful individuals. Good luck with your battle tomorrow.* Cynthia quickly got out of her seat, gave a polite nod to the Sceptile, and turned to towards the exit.

However, before she left, one nagging question burned into the forefront of Leafblade's mind. *If you were to bet on who would win tomorrow, who would you pick?* he asked while turning to face her

Smiling, she answered, and it didn't surprise him who she picked. *You.*

*You're just saying that because I'm the only one left here and awake.*

*You asked the question; I'm giving a truthful response.*

Taken aback, Leafblade prodded further, *So why me? Why not Cielliene or Empyr or even our team for that matter?*

She took a moment before answering, probably to gather her thoughts or justify to herself why she picked him. *I already see four Pokemon that could hold their own against even the strongest of trainers, and that's just on their own. So, to me, you are all evenly matched as it is. Even my Garchomp speaks highly of both of your teams; however, she has always held higher praises of you. You are actually the only Pokemon she fears to ever face, though she would still love to battle against you.*

“And here I thought you barely understood our language.”

*That's what makes me a Champion. Few humans truly understand Pokemon language. Most think that it doesn't exist, a common spoken communication amongst all Pokemon. It's just that. . .* She paused as she reached for a spherical red and white object on her waist. She stared at for a long while before finishing her statement. *Some bonds transcend and shorten the bridge that separates our species. From that bond, understanding and communicating is no longer a thing of myth, but a thing of reality.* She continued to stare at the sphere for while longer before turning back toward the exit, but not before addressing Leafblade one last time that night. *I don't want to keep you from your rest. Good night, Leafblade.*

The lady finally left, leaving Leafblade alone at his table, and from the looks of it, one of the last few patrons left in Galdwin's Cafe. Finding it best to retire for the night, Leafblade got up, left a generous tip of 2000 poke for Galdwin for his services, and left. Outside, a soft, misty rain was blanketing the air around Treasure Town. Taking in the refreshing feeling of water on his scales, Leafblade slowed his walk towards the camp by the beach he and his partner resided. While he preferred enjoying what was left of the evening, this thoughts delve and sifted through his memories, focusing on the days and hours before his change from man to Pokemon. And, like every other attempt, the vast empty cloud that housed that memory refused to spit it back into his conscious.

Ahead, the faint glow of firelight was emitting off the rocky walls that led to the beach front. It seemed Zix felt it prudent to start a fire, no doubt to keep his temperature regulated while he slept. A shame really, that his partner couldn't enjoy the relaxing, chilly rain. A sense of peace floated through Leafblade's growing fatigue. He didn't stop to check on his friend to see if he was asleep; the grogginess that foreshadowed his own sleep shackled his mind, and once the Sceptile's head rested on the straw, and his body relaxed, he was out.

~----~

The mountain top was filled with spectators, all waiting for the showdown to begin. The entire Wigglytuff Guild, most of the residents from each town, some more well known teams like ACT, Raiders and Charm were here, and other teams from across the world that either failed to reach the end or teams that wanted to see who the best truly was. Pokemon from all across the world came to watch. Teams, soloists, trainers' Pokemon, and trainers themselves were here; humans even “wild” Pokemon knew such as Cynthia and N from the region of Unova.

As this was one of the largest gatherings in the history of the tournament, improvisation was needed to accommodate everyone on that mountain. The solution was to suspend scaffolds held up by iron and psychic to contain everyone above the arena which was set on the mountaintop itself. Ropes anchored to various boulders were scattered everywhere, and it wasn't uncommon to hear a curse to a deity of choice during the preparation period earlier that morning. Even after the set-up was completed, many of the members around, both human and Pokemon, were tripping over the root-like ropes; and one such Typhlosion was at his wits' end as he stumbled over them again, losing count on how many times he had already done so. His partner and leader chuckled in front of him, hearing his curse to Moltres about bringing down the house around him. The duo themselves were hibernating toward the exit of the dungeon below them, preferring to prep themselves in solitude.

“You really need to watch what you're doing. How is it you can see just about everything on the field, yet a little bit of rope trips you, or are you still hungover from last night? Better pray that Empyr doesn't use grass knots; otherwise, we might as well forfeit. And I'll make sure I head to Mt. Ember once we're back home and inform Moltres himself about your temper,” said the grass lizard as he watched his partner recover from his stumble.

“Yeah, shut up, Leaf. The nerves are getting a strong hold on me. Don't worry,” followed up the Typhlosion with a smile. “I'll be fine. Now, what item do you want to use for our match?” asked Zix, holding up their bag. “In all honesty, I should be worrying about you; your form hasn't been exactly perfect since the War, especially when you came back forever missing some skin,” following up with a nod to his partner's scar. “By the way, since you decided to bring up last night, how was your talk with Cynthia.”

“You know her name?”

“Dialga's Diamond, I better know her name. Arguably, the most powerful human trainer in the world. Why do you think I made a big stink about staying last night?”

“Because you were high off of stimulants from the gummies. You didn't even realize you downed more than the rest of us. Poor Empyr had the least amongst all of us.”

“True,” sighed his partner in agreement. “I guess I should thank you for monitoring me; I did get a little carried away. I'm almost shocked I didn't gamble our items and money away.”

“Well actually. . .” The Typhlosion stopped in his tracks with a look of absolute horror on his face. Leafblade couldn't help but laugh at the gullibility as that stare turned to a glare when the truth sank in.

“I'm sorry; I had to. But to answer your question from earlier, I'm fine. Even if my technique isn't as polished as it used to be, it's as perfect as it's going to be until this scar recedes further,” looking down at the remnants of the cut in question It had healed considerably since then; now only a faded distortion ranging ranging from the middle of his left arm, across his chest, and ending just before his right shoulder. “The pain is nowhere near as intense as it used to be, and my endurance is much better as well. Now let me see our bag. I brought something to make sure I had the element of surprise for our fight.” Leafblade began rummaging through the pack before finally pulling out an iron band crested with a small purple gem that gleamed its own radiance of light. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his partner's eyes widen. “Isn't it rude to stare.”

“Is that the. . .”

“Yeah, I've been building up its power for the past few years. It's no where near as powerful as it used to be when Foyat helped make it, but for our match, it should fulfill its purpose” answered Leafblade. Soon after, a chime resonated across the mountaintop. And silently, the ropes rose in the air and with them, the oak platforms attached. Below, eight psychics still stood on the outside of the arena, amongst the legendary, vibrant mountain flowers of Sky Peak. “Looks like we're starting. Come on, we need to get to the lower platform. Got your fangs?”

Leafblade's answer was a pouch slung around Zix; reaching for the flap that secured his weapons of choice, he showed a multitude of gold spikes sparkling in the clear sky light. Nodding, they both looked each other in the eye for a moment gauging each other's readiness. In that gaze, each cycled through their experiences, both success and failures, and realizing that each one of those memories were dwarfed in comparison to this moment. And it was in that realization there couldn't be any challenge harder than this before them. With one final nod to each other, they pushed their way through the crowd of spectators until they found themselves at a set of stairs that descended to a lower level of the suspended scaffolds. Leafblade was quite surprised at the sturdiness of the platforms. He'd thought that being supported amongst the rocks surrounding the peak, he'd thought that their balance would be off. But, since they were doubly supported, one wouldn't even had known that they were above the ground at all.

Directly in front of them, roughly fifty meters thought Leafblade, their opposing team was standing at the other end as well. On the left side of their gate was the man-sized penguin, Empyr, with the symbolic trident face plate that marked each and every member of its species. Beside him was the leader of the team, the massive turtle with a miniature oak tree and mountain range on her shell. And while the two teams were enjoying the fun of being close friends last night and the past few weeks during the course of the tournament, each stood ready to pummel the other two into the ground. Leafblade also made a quick note to check what items they decided to use; however, he couldn't quite see what they were. He could see that Empyr sported a grayish band around his left fin, and the latter was wearing a silvery scarf.

Above him, quieted conversations about the two teams were ensuing, including a few placed bets and snippets of common history between the two teams. Judging from those conversations, it came as no surprise that the two teams left competing to represent the Island Team Tournament were the only two teams in the region and possible the whole world that their team consisted and led by once considered humans. And it was also widely known that Team Tectonic of the Varamese Archipelago and Team Pokepals of the home region of the Distortion Chain Isles were close friends and closer rivals.

On a higher scaffold, the coordinator of the event, the president of the Rescue and Exploration Operations Committee, a Bibarel often called simply as Vick, quieted the crowd. And in a voice that rivaled thunder, he announced, in perfect English as humans were present as well, the beginning address for the tournament, “Welcome everyone to the eighty-sixth Island Team Tournament.

“Now, it has been an unfortunate fifteen years since we last held this glorious event, but as president of REOC, I can openly say that tradition will not be lost to time. This year marks the return of the long standing tradition. To see which team in the region can be appointed as the highly esteemed Legendary Rescue Team. Normally, the competition would be to see who would face against one of the teams who entered into such status. However, since it has been too long to have any team in such position, we brought in the most well renowned explorers, and rescuers, and protectors from across the regions. And you've seen the results. You've watched each of the teams, starting out as one amongst hundreds of others narrow down to just one of two potential winners. At this time, I'd like to congratulate both Rescue Team Tectonic and Exploration Team Pokepals on their achievements, both for their efforts in the tournament and their efforts in their upbringing. The entire Pokemon world thanks you on your continued contribution in our continued existence in this world. And no matter who wins here today, you both will hold the respect of the world.”

A punctuated applause vibrated all around at the speech. Leafblade felt his emotions swell at the recognition for his team, and he knew that Zix was feeling the same way. Minutes passed before the crowd died down again to let the president continue with address. “I'd now like to turn my position over to our guest speaker, a human that hails from the Unova region. I've had the pleasure of meeting him in my travels, and while I thought his early endeavors were childish and inconceivable, I now praise him on the progress he has made to further shorten the gap of understanding between Pokemon and humans. Please give a sincere welcome to Natural ‘N’ Harmonious Gropius.”

Another roar of excitement and applause broke out as Vick stepped stepped away from the edge of his platform to make room for N. Leafblade applauded with vigor for the man. Every Pokemon should; he stood up against those who wanted to use Pokemon as tools of their own gains rather than companions. What he did greater than most of the “heroic” humans who stood against such organizations was that he actually formed his own league, his own organization that fought against such corruption. If there ever was a time that Leafblade would ever let a human “train” him, N was one of the very few humans he'd ever trust to do so.

While he knew that N had a wonderful speech to make, the forest Pokemon was feeling his own nerves get the better of him because right after N's speech, there would be only one more announcement: the start of the fight. And the anxiety that came with such a monumental occasion was plaguing his psyche. Traitorous thoughts pervaded his thoughts; those “what ifs” that foretold the possibility of failure. Vain efforts to banish them went unsuccessful. A furry paw clasped his right right arm. Slightly startled, Leafblade turned his head in a hurry only to see Zix's calm eyes beckoning him to calm down. A sense of relief flowed through him again and the worries left him completely.

Turning his attention to the rivals across them, he saw the penguin Empyr shifting about and the Torterra's tree shook just a fraction. All around, a sudden burst of applause erupted; Leafblade turned his attention upward to see that N had dismounted from his perch to make way for a Lucario to take his place. Without even waiting for the crowd to settle, it spoke.

“Finally, we have nearly arrived to the end. As proud member of the human Cynthia's team and the fourth generation descendant of the winner of the first eight Island Tournaments, the idol of almost every rescue team to this day, Rescuer Aurora Veras the Lucario, I am proud to announce the commencement of this year's tournament.” Not a sound could be heard now; even the wind held its breath as the time finally narrowed to only a few more moments. Taking a deep breath, the Lucario continued, “Team Tectonic and Team Pokepals, you may now enter the arena.”

The door before them swung open, and a spruce staircase snaked down the ground – the actual ground. The exit to the dungeon up to the summit was barred with a iron gate and the Mountain View Observatory was also shut by Aggron-iron doors. Taking each step slowly to avoid the possibility of a misplaced, nervous step, the Sceptile and Typhlosion traversed down the ten meters to the summit and the other fifteen meters to the center of the arena. Cielliene and Empyr stopped at the center seconds later.

The crowd was silent; the two teams stood in silence. The world stood in silence. In those silent moments, Leafblade studied the duo in front of him. A closer look at their items yielded the knowledge of that both were wearing what he had thought he saw: a Zinc Band for Empyr and a Defense Scarf for Cielliene. And Leafblade realized that they were playing to their body's natural strengths. This left his partner in advantageous position to take down the Torterra so long as and his attacks were clear of the water barrage that would be aimed from the penguin. That also meant that he was in the precarious position that his own attacks would be less effective against both of them. That was all the he could put in time to deduce; a word permeated the air. One simple word; one word that tore the world from its silent state. A word that stirred movement in the mind of everyone present and stirred movement in the limbs to the four fighters on the summit of Sky Peak.

“Begin.”

~-----~

[Agent Tectonic]

Took long enough for this, but here it is Chapter 2. Thank you to all of the beta-readers I had in developing this. I'll also note here that I had noticed a few holes in chapter 1 which I think are fixed as of now. Only other changes worth any note is that my openings for each chapter have finally been decided as seen below and that the prologue and chapter 1 have been modified to reflect these kind of quotes.

Enough about all that though; enjoy!


Chapter 2: Battling a Grudge

In all honesty, I’m shocked that Empyr didn’t kill Zix that day. While I know what happened to me was not Zix's fault, I was amazed at how well Empyr understood. At least, that was what I thought. Maybe I was too blind to see it.
~~Cielliene


“Begin.”

Seconds after the word echoed across the mountaintop, Leafblade rolled backwards, crossing his arms as a green, glittering wall of energy appeared before him, For this fight, it’d be better to judge his opponents’ actions first. His partner, however, was already tossing gold bullets at the duo.

Believing that Zix could keep Empyr and Cielliene occupied, Leafblade hung back and lowered his barrier. He began a short, simple dance in a circle, working his arms with vigor, each movement slashing his bladed wrists together with a satisfying ring upon contact. A translucent sword formed just beyond his reach, growing more corporeal with each strike. Finally ending his small dance with a step forward and his arms crossed just where the hilt was located, the spectral sword dissipated, leaving an invigorating energy behind, sharpening his wrist blades.

Off at the corner of his vision, a jet of water surged towards his partner; however, it slammed into the rocks behind him; the Typhlosion, seeing the angle of impact, didn’t bother trying to dodge it.

“Zix, beneath you!” Leafblade shouted, seeing that the missed Hydro Pump distracted his partner enough for him to miss a column of earth rising up underneath him. He tried rolling out of the way, but it wasn’t enough as he was launched into the air.

“Ugh, a little quicker next time,” he shouted back, slinging two haphazard thorns before returning to the earth. With a pause in the projectile onslaught, Cielliene followed up with another heave in the ground, yet Zix managed to recover quick enough to roll out of the way. “Empyr, focus on Zix for now, those thorns are becoming too much.” And the penguin would have sent another torrent of water at him, yet he found himself facing Leafblade instead, seemingly appearing out of thin air.

“What the--” Empyr started to say before the Sceptile in front of him slashed at the Empoleon’s midsection; however, one of the penguin’s massive fins rose up and deflected the blow, catching Leafblade off guard. Empyr followed up with a blast of water, driving the lizard into the nearby wall with a dizzying crash. “Leaf can teleport, Cielliene.”

Dazed from the sudden blast, Leafblade wobbled his way back into a standing position in time to see Zix toss two more golden thorns at Empyr, driving him closer to his partner. Black streaks crossed in and out of his vision, but even then, Leafblade could see a wide smile etching itself over Zix’s face as he threw two more at the penguin, nearly lining him up with his partner. He pulled out one final thorn, but before he threw it, it glowed with crackling energy. Zipping the energized projectile right at Empyr, the penguin unable to jump out of the way this time as it collided into him. Empyr spiraled into the ground, yet the gold thorn didn’t stop with him; it zipped onward toward Cielliene, whom realized what Zix’s ploy had been. In an effort to shield herself, she brought forth a column of earth, yet the thorn pierced through it and collided into her as well, narrowly missing her eye.

“And here you thought I was just throwing those thorns for good sport.” Zix was ready to throw another piece of energized gold, but he couldn’t line up a clean shot as a collected mass of oak trees erupted between the Torterra and the Typhlosion, aligning themselves towards the fire type.

“I’ve got it Zix. Focus on Empyr!” Leafblade called while a rumbling of vines sprouted from the ground behind him.

“Empyr, take Leafblade down.” The Empoleon turned to face Leafblade, who was locked in concentration in fending off Cielliene’s frenzy plant with his own. Before the penguin could even summon a wake of water, the clouds darkened overhead, twisting into a calm, clear eye right above Zix. Mouth agape, a ball of fire formed and spiraled itself into a massive cone of fire aimed right for Cielliene. Oak trunks vanished, shrinking back from where they spawned, back to where a Torterra lay motionless on the ground, smoke rising amongst the burnt flowers that were unfortunate to be in the flame’s path.

“I’m sure you had that,” growled his partner.

The body was teleported away to the healing platform. Leafblade, exhausted from prolonging a rather taxing move on his body, crumpled to the ground to get his breath, leaving only Empyr and Zix capable of fighting for the moment. All Leafblade could do was watch as his body recuperated while a tickling feeling itched on the edges of his consciousness.

~-----~

Blackness encased her thoughts before a cold chill weaved its way across her, followed by a sudden burst of intense heat. A flame that shocked her back into consciousness. From complete darkness, Cielliene gazed at nothing still. A vivid imprint however, surfaced back into her memory. She was concentrating on Zix with the frenzy oak, yet Leafblade managed to provide cover with his frenzy vines. She remembered being frustrated with the tactic and therefore missed where Zix had aligned himself. After that, all she recalled was a sudden rush of air and a collision of extreme heat before passing out.

“Ah, good you’re awake. How are you fee. . . oh?”

Looking around, the perpetual black didn’t go away. She tried reopening her eyes, only to realize that that wasn’t the problem. She wasn’t sure who may have been talking; she figured it was one of the medics, but the voice wasn’t familiar.

“Medic. I can’t see you. How bad is it?”

“I was able to heal most of the burns; however, Zix’s Eruption damaged more than I am capable of fixing, your scarf and your eyesight especially. Is there any pain?”

“I don’t think so. How long was I out?”

“Only a few minutes. Empyr is taking on Zix right now. You left Leafblade drained, so Empyr may still pull this off.”

That was a relief. Whoever her healer was, she helped walk her to the edge of the platform. While she couldn’t see, Cielliene could still feel the ripples of the battle still going on. The fluctuation of cool water and extreme fires could still be felt. Though she could not see who was winning the current duel, there was a slight shift in an ever-decreasing temperature. The flames were becoming less intense. Either Zix was getting tired, or Empyr was gaining the upper hand.

“Empyr better start acting serious then. He underestimated before I went down. This is infuriating.”

“Zix wrongly harming you?”

“No, I hold no ill will for that. Empyr may, but this was a serious fight. It’s infuriating that I fell so quickly. The world thinks that Leafblade and myself are the strongest because we used to be human, yet I fall to one Eruption.”

“You are a strong one to not blame someone for blinding you. A true testament to your character.”

Exhaustion washed over Cielliene. While she hadn’t exerted too much effort before falling to Zix, her wounds, while healed, were weighing heavily on her body. A fickle thought that her eyesight may return upon waking up again crossed her mind.

“I’m going to lay back down; at least this time, it’s voluntary. Don’t wake me if anything happens; even if a winner is decided.”

“Understood.”

~-----~

That last blast of water taken more out of him than he thought. He understood his duty though. Leafblade was still shaken up, and Zix was having doubts on whether he would get back up before Empyr knocked him out.

He reached down into his bag, only to come up grasping air. The rest of his thorns lying scattered across the mountaintop. Empyr had liberties to hurl a few back at them. None hit, but a few had left him unbalanced enough to leave him drenched in water shortly after. He let loose an arrow of flame, one of many in the past minutes. Quite frankly, it worried him that Leaf wasn’t back in the fray. He didn’t see him get hit from Empyr’s blast, but the effects of that frenzy vine should have worn off.

Those thoughts, however, need to be pushed backwards and not his main thoughts as another blast of water soared towards him. The stream crashed into the nearby wall as he rolled into the ground. Sunlight vanished while soil parted in front of him. Zix could feel where Empyr was standing, using Dig enough to feel where the soil above was heaviest. Finding it wasn’t hard, he’d remembered where Empyr was standing before plunging into the earth, and sure enough, he hadn’t moved much farther. Forcing his concentration up, Zix shot out from the earth, aimed for right under the Empoeon; however, Empyr was not there.

Instead, another blast of water was pounding away the ground he had emerged from. The mud cushioned the impact on his back, but the strain on his chest left him gasping for air. The freezing temperature of the water didn’t help either. Mustering enough energy to focus into another Dig, Zix disappeared back into the ground and reappeared on the other end of the arena.

His chest ached, and his breaths were coming in labored gasps. His end was near. Looking off to where his partner, he looked distance, like his body was here but his mind was elsewhere. He needed to stall; he hadn’t been able to land a single hit on Empyr, couldn’t even slow the water assault. Even if Leafblade got back in the fight, doubts of their team’s success pervaded his thoughts.

A flash of light caught Zix’s attention; Empyr was charging a massive amount of light between his two fins. Zix tried rolling out of the way once Empyr slung it at him, yet his body was acting sluggish. He ached and his body wanted nothing more than to just give up the effort and rest. The sphere of light caught him in the side, propelling him into the wall. Shades of darkness stretched their sinewy tendrils across his vision. Were it not for the fact that Leafblade was still sitting there motionless behind Empyr, Zix may have accepted his body’s wishes.

So, he struggled to get at least into a bowed stance, trying to support his body on all fours. Ahead, Empyr was taking his time to traverse the distance between the two, not bothering to waste any more energy. They both knew he was done.

“The way you took Cielliene out, I’d expected you to be a bit more of a challenge.” Empyr nearly blocked out Zix’s view of his partner, but he was sure he saw a shudder of life flow back into his partner. Good. This battle wasn’t over yet. “All that boasting last night was nothing but a bravado, I see.”

“Heh, come now Empyr, you didn’t think I truly meant everything I said last night. Groudon’s fire, I can barely even remember last night.”

“That’s not surprising. I must say though, you caught me by surprise with that pierce shot. Probably how you knocked out Cielliene with that Eruption so easily. Speaking of which, it seems like victory is going to us today. You’re out, and Leafblade’s become a vegetable.”

“Now that’s just insulting. You may want to consider rewording that by the way.” He couldn’t resist a smile. Empyr was trying to sound tough, yet his words lacked conviction. At least, he hoped they did.

“And why is that?”

Zix looked across, and relief flowed into his body. The shadowy tendrils were creeping further across his vision; his mind and body responding in relief at the coming rest. Yet, this relief was backed further by one thing. “Because your victory over me is paled in comparison to the fight you have coming for you. And honestly, I pity you.” For sure enough, whatever spell that had descended over his partner must have lifted as he was again back on his feet. He felt a pound on his head before darkness enclosed his mind, and he felt no more.

He wasn’t sure how much time passed before he woke back, but he awoke on the recovery platform with a Gardevoir kneeling over him. He tried sitting up, but his vision grew foggy as a sensation to vomit rose within him. It also helped that the nurse over him pressed him back to the wooden floor.

“You need to lie still. Empyr whacked you pretty hard. You’ve got three puncture wounds where he knocked you out. Possible concussion and some bleeding.”

Zix always knew that the Empoleon got down to business when in a fight, but to actually cause some serious harm was not expected. In fact, that worried him as thoughts of “what ifs” crossed his mind regarding Leaf’s scar and Empyr’s apparent new-found viciousness.

“How’s the battle going?”

“I wouldn’t know. I’ve been tending to you since you warped up here. Cielliene is lying down though. In fact, where’s the doctor that patched up her eyes? Weird. I don’t see her anywhere.” Zix would have looked up and around to see where his assistant was looking, but the ensuing nausea that would have come with that simple movement wasn’t worth it.

Empyr’s words were ringing in his ears though. “ . . . nothing but a bravado.” He couldn’t even land a single attack on Empyr. He hit him with a thorn. A thorn. No flame. No electric punch. Maybe he truly wasn’t all that good. He almost wished the possible nausea would remove the growing shame he was feeling.

He felt another pulse of warmth on his head. “How’s that healing?”

“Well enough. Better than Cielliene though. She’s showing major incinerations around both her eyes. It’s unknown whether she’ll get her eyesight back. There’s a lot of scarring.”

As if losing so miserably to Empyr wasn’t enough, to hear this crushed him more than Empyr’s water had. What would she say when she awoke again? What would anyone say to him? Somewhere in the distance, a metallic crash resonated off the mountaintop. Still battling. Like Cielliene must have done, he desired sleep, away from his troubled mind. He no longer cared who won; he wanted to forget. He closed his eyes, willing his mind to shut out the images of the fight.

Sleep never came.

~-----~

He saw Empyr bludgeon his partner to the ground. While this fight was meant to be taken in all seriousness, a spark of rage burned in his chest. One strike too far.

“Was that necessary?” screamed Leafblade as Zix was warped to the healing area. Empyr turned to face him, fins rising into a defensive stance.

“This is a fight to find who stands out amongst the rest of the world. Not just who’s the best team, but who’s the best period. I’ve waited a long time for this, too. I’m glad the battle worked itself to my luck.”

“You still hold that grudge against me?”

“No, but it never sat well with me that you escaped. I hear Dustshade has been making a name for himself, so it seems you were right. That doesn’t mean, though, that I appreciated the treatment you gave me. Now, I can finally settle just who is the better.”

A savage fury bubbled within him. This desire to react, violently; an instinct considered horrible by his human self, yet the desire to submit to his current mind’s desire was a struggle to overcome. Taking two deep breaths, he felt the sun’s rays on him, a comforting warmth as his remaining dizziness evaporated like water, even stemming the wild urge that permeated his thoughts. It seemed Empyr had anticipated this much already as a thin veil of water worked it way across his body. The bruise where Zix’s thorn had hit earlier was already dulling considerably as each readied themselves for the finale of this fight.

“If the only thing you want is to settle a grudge, then so be it. Let’s see how well Dialga protects his chosen, shall we?”

Digging his claws into the soil, Leafblade sprinted headlong at Empyr. He wouldn’t even know what hit him since Empyr was merely bunkering down to stop him. Empyr went to swat him, yet met only air as Leafblade blinked right behind him. His arm blades hummed with light, swinging at Empyr’s exposed back. The penguin turned to try and block the swing, but reacted too slowly, stumbling back a few feet, trying to guess where Leafblade would strike next.

Yet, his assault wouldn’t stop there. Leafblade followed up with aiming for Empyr’s left side, and the Empoleon predictably tried protecting that side. Instead, Leafblade teleported in front of Empyr, rolled, and sprang up and delivered two swift kicks, one to his midsection and the other right under chin. Empyr was lifted into the air, much to Leafblade’s frenzied satisfaction. The penguins arms flailed before crashing to the ground with a painful thud.

“You know, that scarf was probably not the best choice. You’ve should have gone for something a little more effective.”

“I never figured you for the taunting type,” Empyr said while struggling to get back on his feet; a sheen of metal glistened over his body with a wide smile across Empyr’s face.

“Or a change in tactics.” A drop of water landed on Leafblade’s, and he spared a chance glance upward to see the sun beginning to hide behind storm clouds. Returning his gaze to Empyr, insuring that he wouldn’t pock-shot him, he noticed just in time to see another coat of metal shine in the decreasing light. “Come now, just because you were human doesn’t mean you’re the only one adaptable. Now, dodge this.”

Empyr’s eyes flashed a shade of sea-blue, and water materialized all around him, raging like a hurricane until finally, the surf roiled its way towards Leafblade. Knowing that his gem wouldn’t teleport him out, Leafblade brought his arms together as his wall of energy shimmered into existence in front of him. He quickly followed this up by swinging his right arm around, turning enough to create a dome to prevent the surge from bearing down on him from all angles.


Thinking that he could block out any further attack Empyr would send his way, he was shocked when the ground beneath him ruptured and the six foot tall Empoleon emerged, driving himself within his protective barrier. A part of Empoleon’s horn caught him on his right thigh, a spasm of pain and blood oozed with it, but the worst was the other side of the horn scraping perfectly with his scar. Hot flashes of memories and pain exploded within his mind and chest. Automatical reflex was to check to see how far along the scar the Emopleon had hit, only to come away with red on his claws and dripping to the ground.

His barrier dropped just as the tide gave way to air, yet it lasted long enough to slam him to the rocks again, face forward. He felt light headed, but at the same time, he felt a crushing weight of pain from his chest, leg and head, the impact jarring his mind to stay focused. Beside him, Empyr was lying in the dirt, hit by his own move, and both not wanting to pick themselves back up.

Leafblade recovered first, getting himself back to his feet. He was surprised to see Empyr still trying to get it; odd since he shouldn’t have been hurt much from his own surf. Regardless, Leafblade intended to make the most of his advantage as he brought his arms to his side, a glowing ball of green growing between his claws. He fired it at the Empoleon, missing as Empyr managed to submerge back into the ground and appear farther away, standing, at the other end of the arena.

This is it, Leafblade thought as he knew both were only moments away from slipping into unconsciousness. Already, his vision was beginning to blur. The pain around his body was already subduing into a cold numbness. He readied two more balls of energy, one in each hand; focusing as much as he could on Empyr, paying attention to how the penguin would move, he saw that Empyr had formed to orbs of light in his claws, charging as much energy as he could into them.

Yet, just before he released his energy balls, his vision snapped and reshaped into a cloudy, dark terrain. Empyr was still before him, charging a flash cannon, but the mountaintop was gone, replaced by a barren wasteland devoid of sunlight with a palace made of silver on the horizon. It continued for a few more moments before the vision faded, the mountaintop reappearing, and Empyr letting loose his attack. The energy he had collected for his own attack, interrupted by whatever that was, dissipated leaving him with nothing left to do, no energy left to activate his gem or try and dodge Empyr’s final move. He close his eyes and waited for the impact, his final thoughts lingering on that vision and a mental congratulations for Empyr’s victory.

~-----~

“Empyr, don’t!” Cielliene cried, awaking from her slumber. Darkness still surrounded her, but the last remnants of her dream remained clinging to her head. The dizziness she felt passed, the image fading into nothing, and image of Empyr standing over a body, ready to plunge one of his fins into it. She couldn’t tell who he was standing over, only a silhouette amongst a landscape soaked in water and rock. She had felt weary, as if she had been running to get to the scene, only to find she was too late. Then it had ended

It was only after the dizziness of her Scream truly left her thoughts that she became aware of a something touching her back. “It’s alright, I’m here. What did you see?” Empyr.

In a way she felt relieved knowing he was watching over her, what after what she had seen, a lingering desire to push him away eroded into her thoughts as well. “It’s nothing. Just a bad dream.” She wanted to tell him, but she wasn’t sure if she should trust her vision or not; it was better to not mention in it.

“I trust you, but you said the same thing this morning.” Yet Empyr didn’t inquire any further.

Instead he sat in silence; at least, Cielliene imagined him sitting. She could hear the medical staff assisting with everyone but her partner. Either he was already patched up and not needing care, or maybe. . . “Empyr, did you win?” It felt wrong to say we; she didn’t contribute much to the effort.

He sat quietly; maybe not. Tectonic must have won. It was to have been expected. Empyr was good, but then again, Tectonic was their superiors.

“I’m sorry,” Empyr had started to say, only further convincing her that they indeed did lose. A growing disappointment rising in her for being knocked out so quickly. “But Tectonic will not be considered the best team in the world. We will.” And as quickly as her doubts entered, they left, leaving euphoria where disappointment had been.

“You actually took on both and won?” Her excitement seeping through as she tried without luck to contain it. She could hear her partner chuckle before he replied.

“Not exactly. Leafblade was acting strange after Zix knocked you out. In fact, I wanted to ask him about that because I wouldn’t have been able to defeat them both if it were not for his strange incapacitation. Are you well enough to walk? You could come and help me rub it in their faces.”

So he wasn’t aware of her current condition; this wasn’t going to go well. It may be best to just. . .

“Empyr, my eyesight is gone.” There.

She heard a creak in the floorboards as if Empyr had turned around to regard her again. He didn’t speak for a bit, most likely looking at her in light. At length, he finally spoke up, yet she could feel a noticeable but slight drop in the temperature around her.

“I don’t know, honestly? Maybe Zix, but I’ve taken fire blasts of all kinds before. All I know is that I felt a wave of heat and woke up here without my sight. It’s just the way it went; nothing anyone can do now or fix. Just gotta move on.”

She felt the air return back to at least a bearable chill. Empyr had assisted in escorting her to where Leafblade and Zix were. As the two approached, there was something in the air, reeking of tension. She couldn’t see it, but her suspicion was further justified when she felt a slight shudder from Empyr’s fin on her shell. She could hear some of the medics whispering nearby.

“It’s bad Zix. This is something none of us ever seen. I need you tell us how Leafblade got that gem of his. What is it exactly and how does it work?” Zix didn’t immediately speak up, but this perked a gnawing curiosity of Cielliene’s. She was curious as to how Leafblade was able to use teleport anyways; now, she had a good idea that it had something to do with that gem he had worn.

Even without her eyesight, something was off, though. At first, she didn’t quite feel it, but since she was too curious to figure out what was wrong, she started recognizing the tug of psychic energy. However, any further investigation was cut as Leafblade woke up, interestingly dissipating the energy that had been present.

“Don’t worry about the gem.” Odd that he had seemed unconscious yet know that the recent discussion was about that gem and not him. “And I’m fine; I’ll tend to my wounds. Thank you, though,” Leafblade followed up, most likely trying to send away all the medics. Just how many others were around here?

“Well that’s good to hear, Leaf. At least you can see. Since I’ve regained conscious, it seems I only have four natural senses left available to me.”

~-----~

Silence broke out amongst everyone present. Even the nurses that had remained despite his small protest didn’t bother trying to offer words of encouragement. Leafblade looked over at his longtime friend, only to see it pale as a Zangoose’s fur. Thinking it was best to leave a certain two alone to talk this out, Leafblade motioned for Empyr to follow him. Getting back up so quickly was a mistake though. Soon as he was back on his feet, he looked down to see that his scar had reopened a bit. The nausea sensation didn’t help either, but Leafblade was able to pluck one of the nodules on his back and use the fluid inside to cover the wound. It stung a bit, but the substance would be sticky enough to at least stem the blood flow and keep the cut clean.

“Where are you two going?”

“To give you and Cielliene some time to talk. Besides, Leafblade and I need to discuss some things anyway.”

Leafblade couldn’t help but wonder as to what the Empoleon may have wanted to discuss. Granted, it was he who wanted to have Empyr stay out of Zix’s and Cielliene’s coming discussion, but this was coming out of nowhere. Resigned to just follow Empyr’s leave, the two of them moved off to the other end of the the platform. All around, people and Pokemon alike were filtering out of the stands by wings or by teleports. Some remained, talking among themselves about the battle. One conversation reached Leafblade’s ears, sounding something along the lines of “exciting.”

Leafblade had expected to stop right at the fence separating the field from the wooden platform, but Empyr continued on in silence. It was apparent now that the raised platforms were now back on the ground, most likely brought down while he was still unconscious. They traversed across the beaten field. flowers stamped to the ground. Zix’s Eruption line off in the middle, and the many circular holes from Cielliene’s Earth Power were scattered all over as well. Some of the Shaymin villagers were restoring what was left of the finale. Ahead, where a large iron wall used to be placed during the battle, a large opening in the mountain’s outer wall displayed the other peaks within in Skyline Range.

It was here at the edge of the summit where Empyr had finally stopped. Both stood for a while more in silence, gazing at the beautiful range before them. A waterfall was pouring out one of the mountains close by, cascading into a small ravine of lustrous trees. Even from this height, Leafblade could see Tailows and Pidgeys flying amongst the trees, readying for the swiftly approaching night.

“Beautiful, isn’t it.”

“It’s more than that. This seems so secluded from the troubles of the world. If someone told me now that there is no such thing as peace on this planet, I can say now that they are wrong.”

Stars were beginning to dot the sky. Back home, there wasn’t really any good place to marvel the sky without having something obstructing one’s view. Here, Leafblade looked up in wonder at the amount of twinkling lights above. He felt insignificant, bound to a planet he knew didn’t take up much of the universe.

“Ever since Project P opened up the pass here some five years ago, I’ve come here often, gazing out at this very spot. I won’t deny that I am cursed with a warrior’s heart. Where others of my kind would gather into social communities, I find that I want to be out fighting something. When I was younger, I yearned for adventure, the desire to find new things and tackle anything that stood in my way of getting there. My abduction to Cielliene’s time period didn’t help temper my fighting spirit, only fueling it more to the point I itched for a good fight. Here, looking out over the range, I don’t feel that pull. It’s nice to not feel so alert.”

“So what’s this got to do with what you really want to tell me?”

The makings of a smile broke across the Empoleon’s face, and a small chuckle escaped his beak shortly after. “You can’t fool me Leafblade,” he said as he turned to face the Sceptile. “My point is that I know when anyone is holding back. And I can see you’ve been holding yourself back for a while. There’s something you haven’t come to terms within yourself. Right? I noticed when we first met, but I wasn’t sure of it until after this fight.”

So he could see it. Well, there was no point in lying to him. After all, it may actually help to hear someone’s opinion on it. “I guess you can say I’m struggling with an identity crisis. Part of me wants to just accept the fact that I’m no longer human, but I can’t. Ever since the Meteor Catastrophe, my spare thoughts have on that particular subject.”

“I’m not following.”

“I’ve been doubting why I was ever transformed in the first place. Honestly, I don’t feel like I did anything worthy. I feel like I’ve been living the biggest lie in history. If I wasn’t transformed, Zix and I wouldn’t have confronted Rayquaza about the meteor. Even then, we had to fight just to get her to look up. Hell, we didn’t win.”

“Why do I get the feeling I’m about here something I’ll most likely regret?”

Leafblade didn’t answer back immediately. Already, he was regretting even bringing this up to begin with. He gaze back across mountain range, now devoid of sunlight. A light fog was rolling over the valley below while a gentle breeze filled the air. Taking a deep breath, he continued, completely ignoring Empyr’s question, “If you’re in any way familiar with events of that time, you’ll know that Team ACT had ventured into Groudon’s lair to quell the earthquakes spawned from him reawakening. Everybody had underrated Zix and myself, but the combination of us wanting to relax a bit after our exile and us not wanting to insult ACT’s strength made us sit that fight out. When it was becoming clear that their team was taking much too long, another team went in to extract them and defeat Groudon should the opportunity arise. Eventually, Zix and I had our shot and succeeded.

“Yet on that spire atop the world, recent history repeated itself. . . to an extent. Zix and I were on our last legs. One of Raquaza’s Hyper Beams nearly threw Zix off the edge of the summit. Were it not for me risking my own life to save him, he would have fell off. Of course, I saved him, but that left the dragon to recharge and ready another beam. Just before she fired it, a shockwave bared down on us all, crushing Zix and I to the ground and caused the beam to miss us completely.

“She didn’t know how that was possible, but I was able to muster enough strength to yell ‘Look up.’ She finally understood our trespassing, but by then, we were beyond succeeding without personal harm. The meteor was too close and any further Hyper Beams would have caused repercussions on the surrounding environment, mainly ourselves. I don’t know how we lived, and I don’t care. What I think about though is what if Zix and I weren’t there. No doubt Rayquaza would have known to look up and saw the meteor and strike it down.

“So why was I turned into a Pokemon in the first place. I tried getting my memories restored, but I’m starting to suspect Jirachi knew something more and didn’t tell me. They should have come back to me by now, at least more so than what little I do remember.”

“That’s a nice story and all, you questioning your place in the world, but that doesn’t answer my question as to why you hold yourself back.”

“You’re right; it doesn’t. But it leads me to the answer. When I went into that fight, I knew that I needed to hold nothing back. To do so would be certain defeat. And I followed through with that. . . almost. I slipped into acting on instinct, letting my new mind and body do what was natural. What I saw though was that I was distancing myself from my apparent humanity. It wasn’t natural. I should be thinking, strategizing and relying on instinct was counter to these. I started to fear that if I allowed myself to do so again and again, I would truly forget that I was human. So I promised myself that I would never allow that to happen; my quest to return my memory was the result of that.”

Leafblade chanced a sideways glance at Empyr, finding that, like he, was again gazing back at the mountains. The moon was rising over the eastern peaks. Curious, Leafblade looked behind him and saw that everyone had left now. All except Zix and Cielline, both of whom were standing by the entrance to the dungeons beneath, waiting for the two to finish their conversation.

“I see. I guess that confirms my suspicion.”

“And what is that, penguin?”

Empyr had turned away from the scene, ready to head back. He stared straight into Leafblade’s eyes, seeming to judge everything that laid within before answering, “It confirms that I should have lost our fight.For whatever reason, you may not have notice, but I did. The energy you had collected for your final attack before you dissipated it would have overpowered mine and left me unconscious. Something happened, I know it. I won’t prod further, but know that even though ceremony dictates that Team Pokepals won this year, I’ll know that it should be you and Zix on tomorrow’s podium and not Cielliene and me.”

And without another word, he stalked back to the other two, leaving Leafblade with his thoughts or lack thereof. He wasn’t quite sure if he was just smacked in the face or complemented. Probably both yet maybe neither. He didn’t know. Above, a shooting star faded in and out of existence. He stared up at the cosmos, thinking of absolutely nothing. Just letting his mind stare at the glittering lights that decorated the night sky before following ensuite back with the rest.

There was some discussion on how to get back down, and it was quickly decided to use Leafblade’s Teleport Gem. Sure to his prediction, he had enough energy left in it to teleport the entire group to the base of the mountain. Each said their good nights before retiring to their tents. His body was exhausted, his scar pulsing with a dull pain, but as much as he wanted and needed it, sleep did not come quickly. He laid there awake for hours, his thoughts on Empyr’s and his discussion, his vision before the end of the fight, and the disturbing one he had right after Cielliene had fainted.

That first nightmare of a vision he had seen when Zix was contending Empyr gripped his mind with agonizing claws; it was a scene distorted beyond recognition, but he could clearly hear the screams of Pokemon and a loud crackling of fire on wood. He tried shutting the scene out, yet his mind was adamant in not letting it go.

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[diamondpearl876]

I hate being lied to. As I write this tale, I do so knowing that much of this is a truthful lie.
~~R. I. Ram

At first I read that as “Resh-I-Ram” and thought that was pretty cool. I don’t know if that was intentional or not but yeah.

“Do you not comprehend the understanding of our arrangement to meet here.

Would use a question mark here since it sounds like he’s seriously asking a question.

“What about the Team Pokepals from Treasure Town? I don't hear you crying foul play with them when the human then turned into a Turtwig and defeated Darkrai several years ago.”

I like how you incorporate things that have happened in the past into dialogue. It seems better than just packing it all into one information-packed paragraph that can easily bore the reader.

The guy good hold his own on and off the field.

“could” not “good”

His friend gave him look that could freeze Kyurem,

Should be “a look”

I asked to have a few months were of training before the projected date of impact, so I could get accustomed to my new body.

Remove “were”

Both of them was silent;

Should be “were silent” since you’re talking plural here.

His partner and leader chuckled in front of him, hearing his curse to Moltres about bringing down the house around him.

Lol, Zix seems like a rather amusing character.

“I'm sorry; I had to. But to answer your question from earlier, I'm fine. Even if my technique isn't as polished as it used to be, it's as perfect as it's going to be until this scar recedes further,” looking down at the remnants of the cut in question It had healed considerably since then; now only a faded distortion ranging ranging from the middle of his left arm, across his chest, and ending just before his right shoulder.

The end of the dialogue should have a period since there’s no accompanying speech tag, and “looking down…” should be a sentence by itself. Could just add “he said in there. Also you need a period after “question”. I would suggest going back over your work after every chapter. The prologue was completely error free and now I’m finding tons of errors in this chapter which doesn’t seem too consistent.

I already read and helped you with chapter 2, so my comments stand for there. As for the prologue and chapter 1, your dialogue is what stands out the most to me. You’re trying to portray characters that are considered the most respected pokémon in the land, and you do this well with their very formal language. My only complaint is that I wouldn’t use the same language for Zix, who seems a bit more like a clown compared to the rest.

As for description, you know how to describe things and what to describe (aka only the important things). My only complaint is that your writing style is a bit awkward to me and reads harshly sometimes. Watch out for being really wordy (aka if you can cut your sentence down to the smallest amount of words possible, you should use that smaller sentence for the sake of clarity unless there’s a specific reason for the wordy sentence). I would work on this because it makes it hard to follow where you are in the story when reading.

Hope I helped a little bit.

[Agent Tectonic]

At first I read that as “Resh-I-Ram” and thought that was pretty cool. I don’t know if that was intentional or not but yeah.

As I'm sure you found out after reading, it was intentional.

Would use a question mark here since it sounds like he’s seriously asking a question.

Yeah, I was debating on whether or not I wanted it to sound like a question or not, but I guess it would be better to punctuate it correctly.

I like how you incorporate things that have happened in the past into dialogue. It seems better than just packing it all into one information-packed paragraph that can easily bore the reader.

Thanks!

“could” not “good”

Yeah, looked right over that one.

Should be “a look”

And that one.

Remove “were”

And that one as well.

Should be “were silent” since you’re talking plural here.

Like the above stuff.

Lol, Zix seems like a rather amusing character.

Judging by your comment below about Zix, I think I may have missed the mark on his characterization a bit. While yes, it is true he lives a more amusing life-style, that was meant to be geared more towards him just not paying much attention to his surroundings when not fighting rather than him just acting like a clown.

The end of the dialogue should have a period since there’s no accompanying speech tag, and “looking down…” should be a sentence by itself. Could just add “he said in there. Also you need a period after “question”. I would suggest going back over your work after every chapter. The prologue was completely error free and now I’m finding tons of errors in this chapter which doesn’t seem too consistent.

I hate to say that you're right there. While I did go back through chapter 1, I admit that I had that "Yes, finished; now do a quick read through and post" thought which I ended up acting on. I do not plan on making as many silly mistakes than what I did here.

I already read and helped you with chapter 2, so my comments stand for there. As for the prologue and chapter 1, your dialogue is what stands out the most to me. You’re trying to portray characters that are considered the most respected pokémon in the land, and you do this well with their very formal language. My only complaint is that I wouldn’t use the same language for Zix, who seems a bit more like a clown compared to the rest.

As for description, you know how to describe things and what to describe (aka only the important things). My only complaint is that your writing style is a bit awkward to me and reads harshly sometimes. Watch out for being really wordy (aka if you can cut your sentence down to the smallest amount of words possible, you should use that smaller sentence for the sake of clarity unless there’s a specific reason for the wordy sentence). I would work on this because it makes it hard to follow where you are in the story when reading.

Hope I helped a little bit.

Thanks for the feedback here. And the sentence length thing has been something that I struggle with frequently where I try and balance how often I use long and short sentences. It seems though that I need to cut down on the longer ones, so I'll keep that in mind in chapter 3's writing and revision.

Again, thanks for the help.