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Posted by rehler (#3) on 4 October 2013, 12:39 PM EDT in Writing
On a day to mark the end of times forevermore
The lord of darkness returns to start a new war
The Exile is destined to gather the shards of earth
Bringing upon us a wave of destruction and death


High atop the shadowed summit of Mount Coronet, looming amongst the descrated stones of the Spear Pillar, dwelled the monstrous beast who cast a hellish shadow across the breadth of the world. The serpent-dragon gazed upon the carnage done in his name with savage pride, his deathly-gray flesh ringed with scarlet red. The Exile beat its six grand black tentacle-wings in the turbulent winds of elevation, thick tendrils that brimmed with utter malice to their crimson spike tips.

Six golden spikes protruded from the sides of its lower body like the stumps of hewn-off legs, while six writhing golden claws emerged from the wyrm's upper spine; six tentacles, six spikes, and six claws framed the nature of the beast. A pair of gleaming blood-red eyes burned in savage pride from within the Exile's golden helm, his cruel smile obscured in shadows beneath his crescent lunar crest.

From this shrine upon the crux of Sinnoh, the Exile sent forth his armies into the world, laying waste to the civilization of mankind, scorching away every last pillar of cold, unfeeling light. A tentacle felt for his torso, tracing the thin scar of the ancient wound that had cast him down into the void so long ago. The Exile had waited two thousand years for his vengeance, and he would not be denied it with the Griseous Orb- key of his salvation- in his posession.

Shadows hovered at the tips of his tendrils like finest thread, weaving itself into the garb of his wraiths. Lifting his maw to the heavens, Giratina let loose a savage cry, lost in a rush of exhiliration. For their misdeeds, for their eons of Pokemon repression, mankind wold be brought to justice. Fiery darkness would descend, and the world would be cleansed into true wilderness once more...

Through all of this, he could feel the burning gazes of his four trusted lieutenants, the messengers of his wrath. With bronze staves in their paws, they were the tools of the destruction he had decreed. On the far left stood the White Tyrant, the Tyranitar who had once held the title of Cipher's king of Shadow, his flesh drained of all life until only corrupted perfection remained. Beside him stood the Red Dragon, the bloodthirsty maelstrom of a Garchomp that the Sinnoh Champion Cynthia had enslaved, her scales stained a terrible crimson from a thousand kills beneath her golden claws.

Next to her was Darkrai, the insidious Black Prince, the architect of the meteor that Rayquaza had shattered and of the dark storm that nearly felled Temporal Tiwer. On the far right stood Mewtwo, a genetic abomination and a ice-hearted slayer, born of man's darkest ambitions, sunken eyes that blazed like dark suns. Tyranitar, Garchomp, Darkrai, Mewtwo-- at their paws, the old world was reduced to rubble and dust.

The Lapras herds that roamed the vast oceans served the humans to their core, bound in animalistic servitude for the protection of their 'endangered' species status. It was hundreds of years too late to claim their hearts, thought Giratina savagely, and thus they must be destroyed. But the Gastrodon herds, the ones who could ferry his troops across the sea, hundreds of miles from Sinnoh to Hoenn in days... they were his to command. And with Hoenn shattered, it was only a matter of time before the rest of the world followed suit.

There was the faintest sound of clattering footsteps against the distant tiles, from the mouth of Mount Coronet's caverns. Pausing in its weaving, Giratina listened with feverish eyes as his four lieutenants moved to confront the new arrivals. "Halt," growled Tyranitar, slamming the tip of his staff into the floor, the mysterious visitors shuddering back from the lieutenant's foul voice. "Who are you, and what buisness do you have with Giratina the Exile?"

Ashes, ashes, all the world would burn to ashes... "W-we bring prisoners," whinnied a fearful voice, its hooves clicking against the ground. "Sirs, we are Ambush Squad 17. As ordered, we waited for a group of four Pokemon, and took three of their number captive!"

A murderous snarl was building in Garchomp's throat, her eyes gleaming gold. "Let them pass," hissed Giratina venomously, whipping around to face the abduction team and his lieutenants. His spiked tail lashed against the floor tiles, and both ambush team and lieutenants shuddered. The Exile's red-spiked tentacles hovered menacingly like a scorpion's vicious tail, prepared to strike at the slightest move. "Now speak," hissed Giratina, a sinister growl rolling in his voice as he turned his malevolent gaze on a Spiritomb, a Ponyta, and a Dusknoir. "Why have you come?"

At it's master's terrible voice, the Spiritomb quailed and retreated into its Odd Keystone. "Lord Giratina, we have brought prisoners," neighed the Ponyta, bowing its head and pawing at the ground before the great spirit dragon. "Four Pokemon came to the Cave of Origin, just as you prophecized. We easily subdued and captured three of them!"

At the filly's words, the Exile's eyes flared like red-hot coals. "Three is enough- show them to me," he rasped, his tentacles worming forward as if to take the patrol's prisoners himself, his voice trembling the stones of the Spear Pillar. Gulping, the Ponyta and the Spiritomb looked to the Dusknoir, who shuddered in the prescence of his master. The Exile and his lieutenants gazed hungrily at the Dusknoir as the mouth on his belly slowly creaked open wide.

Three bodies spilled out onto the cold stone floor, quivering mounds of fur before the Exile's aghast gaze- an Umbreon, a Raichu, and a Leafeon. The three abductors glanced down at their prisoners, then exchanged fearful glances at Giratina's smouldering features. Behind the three, a low growl of distaste began to roll in Tyranitar's throat, an angry buzzing rising from the other lieutenants as the Exile gazed aghast at the tawdry offerings that his underlings had brought forth.

"These are not the Four Virtues!" screamed Giratina, thrashing his tentacles against the floor of the Spear Pillar, toppling several of the ancient stone columns with a crash, his gaze burning into the abduction team. "Idiots! Incompetent, worthless slaves!" The great dragon struck the ground again, and even the lieutenants exchanged nervous glances as more columns toppled into the rubble. "Get these useless bodies out of my sight," seethed Giratina, whirling around and lashing his tail against the floor, his eyes the color of blood. "Now!"


He could see Thalia and Insyte curled up together in the center of an luscious green field, murmuring soft words to each other. He could see Rush and Ferricia a few feet away from the duo, scanning the lush-green meadow and the lurid-bright blue skies. From where he lay crouched in the grass, belly in the mud, he strained to hear his allies, his tail shaking.

"Whatever you do, we've got to keep him happy and satisfied," said Rush in an undertone, and Sparktail's heart skipped a beat. "Don't let him know a thing. Tiptoe around him if you must. Let him think that there's no cause for alarm."

"I don't want him to know this," began Thalia, looking to Insyte and to Rush with teary eyes. "But he's ruined everything. No matter what happens, no matter what he does... He's causing so much grief, but I can't even tell him! What should I say?"

"I neither know, nor care, about what lies at stake," replied Insyte with a yawn, curled up on the ground between them. "But I do know this: He's slowing us down, and trying to play nice just screws us up more. We can't let him get in our way, no matter what."

The Raichu stared as Thalia and the others nodded in agreement, lost and confused. Stumbling to his paws, he turned to flee, lest the dread inside him tear him apart. But then the ground beneath him gave way, and he found himself tumbling down into a mighty abyss.

As he fell down into the darkness, he caught sight of a face looming high overhead. Mangled, gaunt, and empty, the eyes of Slick Silversky gazed down upon him, both sorrowful and condemning at once. The Raichu cried out as he fell. He couldn't escape. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't get away...>>

Sparktail awoke to darkness, his head throbbing with dull pain. He let out a moan, pushing himself upright, the floor beneath him icy-cold to the touch, a heavy clanking weight dragging his shoulders down. A long chain ran from cuffs on his paws, tail, and neck to a sturdy ring on the wall behind him, his head still spinning.

Slowly, it dawned on him that he was a prisoner, one amongst many, and Thalia was nowhere in sight. Images flashed through his mind- memories of being forcibly dragged away, of cold unyielding cages, of a heartless voice with steel syringes. He was a prisoner, at the mercy of merciless hands; and he'd been taken from Thalia.

Panic shot through Sparktail's body, and he began to claw at the rigid iron collar around his neck madly, violently tugging at the strong chain which bound him. But he was too weak to break free, and the pain in his skull only grew stronger as he struggled. Finally, Sparktail collapsed back against the wall, utterly defeated.

Blind in darkness, he was surrounded by the sorrowful laments of faceless prisoners. The Raichu tried to illuminate his surroundings, but could not muster a single spark, could not make his tail glow in the slightest.

The air was thick with death, disease, sweat, blood, and filth, making his eyes and nose water as the despairing cries of the imprisoned filling his ears. Where was he? How long had he been here? Would he ever get out? Closing his eyes, breathing through his mouth, he tried to hold his head together and struggled to remember, to sift through his memories, to extract reality from the dreams.


Collapsed and beaten, sprawled on the ground like the rest of her teammates, the Leafeon stared up at the young man in the tan-and-blue jacket, the one who had protected her, the one whom she had feared, who now lay dying on the grass.

"Remember this day well, Slicksten Silversky," hissed Giratina as his tentacles flared outwards, his eyes turned up towards the bloody heavens. "Remember me in the afterlife, how you and all of Hoenn were crushed into nothingness for all your meaningless resistance."

"The darkness shall never leave you. There can be no memory without guilt, no truth without sorrow, no peace without surrender. You will never escape your fear... In time, all things are swallowed by the shadows..."

As the Exile flew off, Thalia struggled to her paws, stumbling over to her fatally wounded trainer's side, who she could not call master until it had been too late. Tears ran down her cheeks and soaked into her fur as she pressed against Slick's arm, silently, helplessly, until his eyes closed and he moved no more.

With a cry, Thalia awoke to the darkness of her prison. Horror held her spellbound as the stench of her cellmates filled her mouth and nose, as she felt the chilling rattle of the chains that bound her to the stone wall behind her. Trembling, she stared through tears into the bleak nothingness. After three years of peaceful dreams, the nightmare had returned to her in all its horror.

She was cold, colder than her wildest nightmares could have ever suggested "Sparktail! Insyte! Rush!" wailed the Leafeon, tugging frantically at her bonds, at the steel cuffs and collar that held her in place. But no reply came, save for the moans of the other imprisoned Pokemon.

Finally, defeated, Thalia sank to the filthy floor, trembling and sobbing. Nothing in all her memories, in all her thoughts, in all her dreams could have prepared her for this. She was ragged and filthy, a withering mess of fear and despair. "I don't get it," she whispered, laying in the dust. Her unfocused brown eyes stared into the shadows. "What's going on? Am I in jail?"

She needed no chains to hold her down, for the darkness stripped away her pride, her dignity, her hope. Without warmth, without light, without the sun's gentle caress to nourish her, she was helpless as a cub, here in the darkness that she had never known.

"New prisoner, eh?" rumbled a deep voice from the Leafeon's other side, startling her. Glancing up towards the speaker, she could just barely make out the faint outline of a beak and avian eyes. "Ahhh. It's a shame you're young, you know, because there's no escaping this hell. Once you're in, you're trapped for good."

All around the room, the other prisoners let out murmurs of ascent. "N-no! I won't believe that!" cried the Leafeon with all the courage she could muster, though her voice was hoarse and shuddering with sobs. "There's always... always a way out! N-no matter what..."

"Not this time, lassie," replied the voice, shaking its head grimly, his shackles shifting. Numb, Thalia could make out the outline of an arm pointing to the center of the room. "If you don't believe me, gal, then look over at that pillar. Even gods and kings are just as powerless as the rest of us here."

Exchanging confused looks, the Leafeon wiped her eyes dry squinted into the shadows towards the shallow pit in the center of the room, past rock and rubble and captive, towards the tall stone column that reached from floor to ceiling in the center of the dungeon. Curled on the floor at the base of the pillar lay a mighty Arcanine, chained by the neck and paws to the center column, his striped fur stained with dried blood. And as they stared at the once-proud beast, they realized that the magnificent canine was no longer moving.


Out from the trees he ran, his eyes gleaming like the night terror he sought to become. He savored the faint, bitter taste in his mouth, thick but rich. "Firaga!" shouted the Umbreon, sprinting forward towards the Charmeleon who had tormented him all his life. "Come and face me!"

The Charmeleon whipped around at the sound of Insyte's voice, his eyes widening in shock. "I-Insyte?!" yelped Firaga as Insyte slammed into him, lashing out with claws and fangs, digging deep into the fiery lizard's orange flesh.

The Umbreon's bloody gaze narrowed to vicious slits of hatred upon the Charmeleon who lay on the ground before him. "Still think I'm too weak?" snarled Insyte, whirling around and bringing a vicious iron tail smashing against Firaga's forehead, sending the Charmeleon sprawling to the ground once more. "What's wrong, Firaga? Get up and fight!"

The Charmeleon's bruised face paled in fear at Insyte's words, barely noticing the trickle of blood rolling down his forehead. "What have you become?" whispered Firaga, slowly crawling back away from the Umbreon in horror. "What have I done?"

"I've become someone to be reckoned with," hissed Insyte, firing a burst of jet-black energy at Firaga, sending the Charmeleon skidding back three feet against the ground. "I'm the backlash that you've had coming for a while now... someone who won't take your crap any longer!"

The world beyond his blood-red eyes slowly came into focus, the air around him pitch-black and deathly cold as the darkest wintry night. A heavy weight seemed to tug at the Umbreon's neck as he awoke to the darkness of his prison cell. He slowly arose to his paws, the shifting of the chain linked to the iron collar around his throat an eerie sound which sent shivers down his spine. His jet-fur was matted and gnarled, and his lunar rings emanated with a pus-yellow glow. Steel cuffs dug into his legs, linked by chains which restrained him to the stone-gray wall behind him.

The Umbreon looked around the room dazedly, his scarlet gaze flicking to each of the other Pokemon imprisoned in the cell, the tall column which loomed up from the very heart of the floor, the four arching doorways which stood at the center of each wall, three of which had been cemented closed with limestone mortar.

Then, Insyte's eyes narrowed to angry red slivers as he suddenly caught sight of the bloodstained shackles which bound him, a rage steadily rising in his throat. Letting loose a screeching cry, he began to thrash about in his bonds wildly, bashing his fettered paws and bedraggled tail against the ground in fury.

"Don't waste your energy," said a husky female voice from several feet away. Insyte halted at the other captive's words, though his fur still bristled with fury, and his vision remained tinged by scarlet red. Taking a deep, hard breath, the Umbreon raised his gaze towards the sound of the speaker to see a Ninetales shackled to the prison wall, her head hung in defeat. "You'll never get out."

"Shut up, fox!" hissed Insyte angrily, kicking at the Ninetales before continuing to struggle against his chains. His rings glowed an eerie gold in the darkness, his eyes narrowed to red slits with every tug of his chain. "I- won't- give- up- not- ever! NEVER!"

The fox's mouth hung open slightly, a red tongue sliding over the tips of of her sharpened teeth as a pair of weary scarlet eyes gazed at Insyte with the faintest hint of subtle disdain. "You can't break free from here, Umbreon... or else I'd have done it a few weeks ago."

Something in her voice caught the Umbreon's attention, a faint accent. "Who are you, vixen?" said Insyte, his chains shifting as he stepped around to stare at the Ninetales, who gazed back at him silently, tauntingly. "Your voice... I know you from somewhere, from before all this."

"One night, you stormed off into the woods as a furious child, and you came back," said the fox calmly as she rose to her paws, eyes narrow and dangerous. "Ah, yes. You nearly abandoned your trainer and your team, on the spur of an impulse. Tell me, Insyte, what is is it like to be so blinded? So moonstruck?"

The Umbreon froze, his heart skipping a beat. How did she know? Memories flickered before his mind's eye, too faint to piece together, only hinting at the truth. "You," breathed Insyte, stepping back from her, scowling. "You tried to kill me... The rockslide trap... Damn you!"

The Ninetales' gaze was dull and gaunt, but held a faint flicker of spite. "Ah, now he remembers," said the fox softly, smirking at him, her chains rattling. "Such irony that landed us in our bonds. I stood up to a power that could not be stopped... and I got what I deserved. Now, as for you? Your cowardice speaks for itself. I'm sure that you deserve this hell, every bit as much as I do..."


Far on the other side of the Sinnoh region, three Lucarios sat cross-legged in a circle around a flickering campfire in a vast field of barren earth, gazing pensively into the alluring flames. A waning moon hung in the somber night sky overhead, illuminating the glitter of stars scattered across the heavens.

Shivering in the cold night, an Absol crouched in the shadows of the nearby trees, a weary-eyed Scyther beside him. Moonlight illuminated the Absol's long, straight horn, the blade that was both his birthright and his curse. Both warriors looked battered and exhausted.

The two warriors watched as the eldest of the Lucarios reached into a leather pouch on a drawstring bag around his neck and tossed a pinch of red dust on the fire. As the stardust floated down into the licking tongues of flame, the campfire flared up into azure light. "This had better work, Trident," warned the Absol, recoiling from the flames. "I must find them..."

"I can promise nothing, Lute; but trust in our power," said Trident, not taking his gaze from the blue fire as the three Lucarios joined paws, forming a circle of linked arms around the crackling flames. "Great Aura, guide us in these darkened times, and fill us with your shining hope."

"We are blessed to be one in the aura," chanted the other two with a reverent air, bowing their heads. Aura pulsated from each of the three Lucarios, rippling the air with their mystic blue light. "Light and shadow, one and the same, forevermore."

As the Aura converged upon the campfire, the flames flared up one last time, and then vanished, leaving only a crystal-blue array of light hovering in midair where the flames had burned. A shiver ran down the Absol's spine, his features still concealed in the shadows of the trees.

"I see a lake concealed by darkness," intoned the youngest Lucario as the three brothers stared into the enigmatic field of streaks. "I see a world that has fallen from grace, a spirit undone, a shadow wandering in a field of death.."

"I see a tide of shadow, a silver beacon," said the second Lucario, an old glass bottle resting in the dirt by his feet. "I see blackened ashes blowing in the wind, blooming into despair. I see a fallen star, the hands that have ceased."

"I see caverns and mausoleums, chains and iron bars," said Trident, his eyes glowing. "I see warriors marked by the spirit of the sword, locked away in a great laybrith resting beneath a false forest. I see mouse and cat, fox and hound..." The Absol and the Scyther leaned in towards the Lucario. "I see... Turnback Cave."

The Scyther swore, and Lute struck the earth with a paw angrily. They exchanged disbelieving glances as the Lucarios ended their trance. "Well- there's no way out of this," muttered Lute under his breath to Klesr, his snow-white fur bristling. "All right. Elias, over here, please! Sludge bombs are about to hit the fan. We're heading to Turnback Cave!"

"Turnback Cave, home of the Black Prince?" replied a voice. The three Lucarios exchanged glances as a Sceptile with a pair of tightly-woven leaf blades strapped to his back emerged from the trees, followed by a weary Manectric and a dull-eyed Houndoom. "The others shall not be pleased, good Swordian. But if you believe it is Turnback Cave you seek, then we shall follow."

The Manectric and the Houndoom nodded in agreement. Klesr and the Lucarios stared at the Sceptile, while Lute simply nodded and turned away. "Elias Elkwood! As I live and breathe!" exclaimed the youngest Lucario, standing to greet the warrior. "It's an honor to meet you in the flesh. You're a bit of a legend."

The Sceptile looked rather amused as the Lucario eagerly shook his paw. "You are kind, Lyther del Rio," said Elias, his eyes glinting in the firelight, one paw at the leaf-blade on his back and the other at the glittering crystal pendant on his neck. "Now, let us set out. We have allies to rescue."

[Legend of the Exile is a fanfiction written by Sparkleleaf]
Posted by rehler (#3) on 27 September 2013, 2:33 PM EDT in Writing

So I met this boy today. My brother kept having a fit with me being around him, and personally I don't blame him. I'm a legendary pokémon, after all. As the day went by though, he stopped being so nervous and finally said hi to him. I guess that means they're friends now. I noticed our tree was dying, and from the damages so far, I believe we only have a month before we have to move. Where we will go is beyond me, but I love to explore, so where ever we go is fine with me. Of course, with my brother around, I might not ever get what I want...

...8 Years Ago...

"Sir! The plan was a success! Latios has been captured!" says the scientist as he approaches the desk. At the desk was a man in a dark suit. The man revolved the chair towards the scientist and said "Good! It's about time..." The man followed the scientist into the lavatory, immediately noticing the angry Latios strapped down to a surgical table, failing to break free. "Giovanni, sir! We are ready to begin with the implantation!" says another scientist. As this was said, Latios began to place more power in his attempt to break free, but the man noticed it and walked towards him. Latios began to shudder as he got closer. He placed his arms beside him and said to the scientist, "Commence the operation!" The scientist set off with a "Sir" and began to spray sleeping gas at the Latios. Once Latios fell asleep, they placed a mask over his head to supply more sleeping gas till they were done.

...One hour later...

"It's a success!" says one scientist. Another asks, "Why are we even implanting a defibrillator in the head of a Latios?"
"NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!" Giovanni said, startling many of the scientists. He continues "...Fine, I shall explain...
13 years ago, he caused wreck on my holding cell. Completely destroying it, I lost all the pokémon I had captured through the years, ruining my life's work. So now I'm going to ruin his life and give such pain to him and all his friends. I plan on using that chip you idiots just implanted in him to track him, and when the time is right, to kill him instantly. Now let's get out of here before he wakes up." Giovanni and one of the scientists then headed to the security room.

...Thirty minutes later...

To Latios, everything was a blur. He was waking up, unable to focus on anything to front of him due to the sleeping gas. He laid there, still strapped down, trying to sort through this mess... They hunt him down, strip him of his spirit, operate on him, then leave him alone? It all made no sense to him, but he was not going to stay here...
As he finally got his eyesight back into shape, he used hyper beam to break the straps holding him down. He realized something was not right when nobody came into the room. However, he was left with no choice. The risk of staying was just not worth it. He finally used Draco Meteor at the ceiling and managed to create a hole big enough to fly out and escape... He flew off the operating table and hovered outside. As he managed to find his bearings, he started heading high in the sky to prevent detection and flown home.

...Back with Giovanni in the security room...

As Latios was attempting to escape, Giovanni had watched him through the security camera. "Yes... that's it... escape while you can. You just think you're winning, don't you?" Giovanni said quietly while he slowly turned off the monitor.

To be continued...

[The Chaotic Return of Latios is a fanfiction written by latias81]
Posted by rehler (#3) on 27 September 2013, 2:19 PM EDT in Writing
The Exile takes up his rightful throne
His other self dead and himself alone
Darkness unites two worlds together
And all the earth is changed forever


"All right guys, we'd better go and see what they were talking about," said Rush, padding forward towards the entrance of the Cave of Origin nearby, the muscles along his arms and legs rippling beneath the surface of his sapphire-blue skin. When none of the others followed after the Swampert, however, he frowned and turned around to stare at his teammates. "What's wrong?" growled Rush, his golden eyes flicking to each of the other four Pokemon. "Let's get going. Dialga's waiting for us."

"I sense... danger in the cave," said Ferricia slowly, shaking her head as Sparktail and Thalia exchanged uneasy glances at the idea of entering the hallowed caverns. The Skarmory stared past Rush's shoulder into the inky blackness of the Cave of Origin's mysterious depths. She let out a sigh as Insyte rolled his eyes, and then gestured towards the cavern's entrance with a wing. "I... you guys go in there. I'm staying outside."

At this, Rush gave a sigh, and trudged into the caverns which lay beneath Sootopolis, closely followed by Insyte. Thalia glanced worriedly to Sparktail, then vanished down the tunnel as well. Swallowing apprehensively, Sparktail felt for his tail, squeezed it tight with one paw, and followed after his teammates into the cavern's entrance.

The cave was illuminated by dim candlelight as Sparktail and the others padded down a long spiraling tunnel in a single-file line, the floor gradually sloping downward with every pawstep. The Raichu didn't dare breathe until he, Thalia, Insyte, and Rush, had reached the final cavern, stepping out onto a wide circular ledge that led all around the walls of the room. The cave was a spacious stone chamber lit by glowing crystals that shone blue and red. The walls steadily inclined down from the dome-like ceiling towards the floor, an immmense-but-shallow pit resting just below the Pokemon.

Exchanging glances, the four followed the stone ledge over to the other side of the room, where a set of steps led down into the pit. Leaving Rush waiting on the steps, Thalia and Insyte descended into the pit, with Sparktail reluctantly following them. A chill ran down the Raichu's spine as he saw the blood, scorch marks, shattered stone, and cracks strewn across the floor. "A battle... there was a fierce battle," whispered Thalia, peering down at the floor carefully. "But... who was fighting whom?"

Suddenly, a glowing red force-field materialized around them, stretching from the walls of the circular floor all the way towards the ceiling, separating them from a horrified Rush. Whirling around, Sparktail gasped as he realized that they were trapped. At once, Insyte let out a low hiss and sprang at the force field, desperately clawing at the crimson energy barrier which stood between him and freedom. On the other side, Rush pounded furiously on the glowing wall, but to no avail.

Terrified, the Raichu began hacking at the barrier with his tail, when a pebble suddenly arose up from the ground and into the air, a crack running halfway down through the mysterious creature. Green and purple tendrils of energy shot out from the pebble, gently revolving to form a rotating, purple disk with a crude green imitation of a face. Thalia was about to fire razor leaves at Spiritomb when a flare erupted from behind her, solidifying into a Dusknoir and a Ponyta.

Thalia had only fired a single leaf when the Ponyta opened its maw and unleashed a massive wave of all-consuming flame upon the Leafeon, sending Thalia collapsing to the ground. "Thalia!" screamed Sparktail in horror, running to Thalia's side as she collapsed to the floor, a terrible shriek wrest from from the Leafeon's throat as the Ponyta's flames engulfed her.

As the trembling Raichu raised his eyes to meet Spiritomb's, a sudden wave of rushing wind and shadow assaulted him, blasting Sparktail back head-over-tail to slam against the rock wall behind him, jarring his senses with immense driving force. With the resounding crack of the Dusknoir's mighty blows against the back of Insyte's head in his ears, the Raichu stumbled to his paws, but was swiftly felled with a brutal shadow ball that smashed him into the foor. Screaming in pain, he lay ground beside Thalia and Insyte, writhing until blackness came.


Far away in the land of Almia, atop the majestic structure of glass and steel that was Altru Tower, beneath a floating white crystal orbited by three hovering gems, a pair of Pokemon Rangers stared out across the lands in shared dismay.

"According to the reports from the Ranger Union, this Tyranitar, with its chalk-white scales, has the power to defy the Capture Discs," said the female ranger, squeezing her partner's gloved hand. "If you attempt to circle it, the line shatters as soon as you complete a single circuit. After the Tyranitar appeared, its minions turned uncatchable, too."

The male ranger cringed. "Sounds like the Darkrai that guards the Luminous Crystal," he said grimly, shaking his head and gripping the steel rail. "Does Dr. Hastings have any good explanations? Maybe he can tie it to the Ein Papers from Orre."

The rangers stared out across the lands in shared melancholy, their all-but-useless Capture Stylers clipped to their belts. "We're too close to Giratina," said the female ranger, staring off towards the omiinous sillouette of Mount Coronet to the northeast. "We can't do this for much longer. Every time we get a unit close enough, we lose contact, and they vanish into static."

"I think you're right," said the male ranger softly, staring across the ruined land that they had tried so hard to save from darkness. What good did had they done for their region, in the end, if Giratina's armies brought it to ruin? "From what I've heard, they've even hit Sootopolis, way down in Hoenn--"

Before he could finish, the tower began to shake and tremble, and the observation deck heaved beneath the rangers' feet. The partners' eyes flew open as the tower rocked back and forth through the air, steel tiles and rivets popping free. Up and down the skyscraper, people and Pokemon were thrown to the floor in the wake of the great earth tremor, windows shattering, desks toppling, doors swinging wildly.

Still gripping each others' hands tightly, the two rangers stared into each others' eyes as the colossal tower shook itself apart, their partner Pokemon shrieking and clinging to their backs. Then, there was a loud groan from the shining crystal overhead, and both glanced up as the red, yellow, and blue gems one-by-one shattered-- leaving both humans to stare as the Luminious Crystal turned black as graphite dust, before the great skyscraper gave a final groan and came raining down in a cascade of concrete, glass, and steel.

Thick black smoke rose over the tumbling wreckage of Altru City, littered with the ruins of its proudest buildings, accompanied by a cacophany of shrieks and panicked screams. As the final shocks of the great earthquake rippled through the ruined metropolis, a terrible roar erupted from the great abyss which split open the twisted city's streats, followedc by massive claws that had ripped open countless terrain. Golden eyes which knew no mercy, thick crimson scale-plates unbroken by the sniper shots of trembling SWAT teams, the behmoth Groudon beheld the ruins of his work with a savage cry.


Faraway to the northeast of Sinnoh lay the Battle Zone. In her vacation home in the Resort Area, Cynthia awoke, the latest update printouts on the Dragonite herd located on her nightstand. She read them carefully. All was well and peaceful. The Magnezones weren't coming any closer, and were leaving them in peace as long as they stayed in the bay. Actually, today was even better. The Magnezones were retreating for some reason. All the high winds had finally dropped as well...

Outside Cynthia's window, a hurricane was forming in the bay. As more clouds joined the hurricane, the hurricane expanded to cover the entire area. Massive rains began to fall, flooding the Resort and Battle Areas. The winds returned, as furious and strong as ever. Islands were washed away. The heavy rains and winds pounded upon the landmass, threatening to wash it away.

A natural hurricane would have simply passed over the area, and eventually would be over. It would come, strike hard, and leave. But this hurricane was the work of the ancient blue leviathan Pokemon lurking beneath the sea, the Column of the Oceans, Kyogre.


In Kanto, a horde of Froslasses, Gengars, Rotoms, Mismagii, and six Dusknoirs hovered before the weakened gates of Fuschia City, their ghastly eyes turned towards their terrible master Darkrai. Crates of rations and weapons hung from Drifblims descending upon the beaches below, bringing fresh supplies to the army of the dead. Joy filled the lieutenant cursed veins as never before, not since the day Temporal Tower was nearly destroyed.

For two months, the terrible nether-beast had laid siege to Fuschia, cutting off supply lines and bombarding the city with wildfire shadow balls, starving out the war-weary Trainers and Pokemon within- draining them of strength, of spirit, of hope, and of life. The once-proud seaport of Fuschia stood cold and gray on that dark cloudy morning when Darkrai beheld the work of his cold unending siege, unkempt rooftops pockmarked with artillery fire like rotting wood.

The war of attrition took its terrible toll upon his enemies, leaving the people of Fuschia cold and thin and sick- no wood left for fires, no crumbs left to feed upon. Disease and filth ran rampant in the city without clean running water, without cleansing water to wash and drink- where only the hardiest of Rattatas could fill their bellies. And yet here stood Darkrai with hundreds upon hundreds of supply crates, surrounded by the soldiers of the dead who needed no sustenance and no medicine.

The Drifblims now carried fresh reinforcements to Darkrai, newly evolved Rhyperiors from his master's camps far in the north. Their eyes gleamed with a desire for wanton destruction, and the most troublesome of human cities lay weak and broken before their gaze. At last, the siegers would triumph over this city and claim it for themselves. At last, the black-hearted master of despair and cruelty would stand proud upon the broken remnants of Fuschia- and new Hexwraiths would be born under his command.

Darkrai bellowed a war cry, and his army surged forwad. Hundreds of Pokemon and humans converged into a chaotic mass of warriors. Gengars with Shadow Claw. Charizards with Fire Blast. A Salamence and a Dragonite, whirling around in the sky, trying to tear each other apart. Exeggutors and Girafarigs, striking out against Darkrai's Alakazams and Tangrowths. Massive waves of bullets. All was chaos, all was death and destruction, just as it had been on the day Temporal Tower burned.


Cianwood City was in pandemonium. When Giratina's army had first arrived on the Honshu continent, it had simply bypassed and ignored the tiny village hidden away on the far side of the Whirl Islands. And then, Giratina's army had pulled out of Johto completely. But now that the faraway region of Hoenn was subdued, Giratina's fearsome army had swung back around to conquer the Honshu continent... starting with Cianwood.

High above this tiny city was Mewtwo, his flesh hideously pale and his tail the color of rotting green flesh. Rhyperiors were hovering in the sky all around him, held up by Mewtwo's own powerful and limitless reserves of psychic energy. Mewtwo slowly weakened his telekinetic grip on the Rhyperiors, until these fellow minions of Giratina began to descend towards Cianwood slowly.

They landed on the ground, causing massive clouds of dust to fly up where their bulky bodies impacted the earth. People began to scream and panic. Some clutched their children tightly; others were running as far away from the Rhyperiors as they could.

Wooden seaside cabins and stick huts were crushed and destroyed. Rhyperiors were smashing away at everything in their path- houses, people, Pokemon, and anything and everything. Some Rhyperiors opened their giant maws and unleashed massive, sweeping streams of fire; they left death and destruction and fear in their wake.


Cerulean City lay in shambles as tornadoes ripped through the streets of the tiny village, tearing up buildings and bridges. Rayquaza, Father of all Skies, rampaged through the sky over the azure town, his thick green body lashing out in a furious rage at people and Pokemon alike. Dragonflame erupted from his maw, bathing the city in his rampage. The rivers ran red as Rayquaza unleashed the full might of his outrage upon Cerulean City again and again.

Houses shattered and collapsed. Men, women, children, and Pokemon fled the chaos, shrieking in horror, finding only more terrible death as they ran. Rayquaza flew around in circles, whipping up massive windstorms to devastate the city, roaring of bloodlust and all-consuming wrath.


"Damn! Everyone, fall back!" yelled Ethan Gold as a Garchomp with blood-red scales and golden claws crashed through the western gates of Ecruteak. Riding on the back of his Meganium, the 19-year-old Johto Champion stood amidst fourty of the finest trainers in the world, assembled in military ranks to meet the Exile's machine of war. Trembling the earth with every thundering footstep, the Red Dragon led her legions into roaring battle, her bloody scales seething with bloodlust. As the Garchomp's vicious spiked tail swept the battlefield, her eyes glinted golden to match her fangs and claws. Gazing into Ethan Gold's eyes, she opened her maw to unleash a terrifying roar that shattered the air, shaking the ground beneath their feet.

We never knew what war was, thought Ethan numbly as he and the other trainers reached for their Poke Balls, casting the capsules high into the air to send out their Pokemon against the fierce-eyed warriors lining up on either side of the Red Dragon. Ranks of cruel-eyed Rhyperiors, Mismagii, Yanmegas, Magmortars, Electivires, and Porygon-Zs gazed hungrily at the trainers and their enemy Pokemon with feral eyes, promising death and destruction to all mankind in their claws. Ethan could sense the panic of his Typhlosion.

"Mortimer, release the ghosts!" yelled Ethan as his Meganium reared up onto its hind legs in the tearth-trembling ruckus. Beside Ethan, Gym Leader Morty nodded, reached a hand into the bulging leather sack on his back, and hurled a fistful of Poke Balls high into the air towards the Red Dragon. The capsules flew open as they reached the top of their arc, releasing a crew of Haunters to hover around in protective circles over the trainers' army of Pokemon. From Alakazams to Weaviles, the defenders of Ecruteak and their slew of Pokemon stood defiantly against the Red Dragon and her troops as Morty continued to cast handfuls of Haunters into battle.

"I don't think so!" snarled the Red Dragon, slashing at the air with both claws as Morty's swarm of ghosts rushed upon her. A mighty golden claw racked her own chest and severed her leather necklace, flinging a small cracked lump of stone into the air to meet the racing wraiths. Smiling cruelly, she and her soldiers leaned back on their haunches to watch as Haunters desperately tried to veer away from the ominous stone suspended in midair. Then, the cracked rock flashed bright with a ripple of energy that set Ethan's hair on end.

Time seemed to slow down as the panicking ghosts were swallowed up into the Odd Keystone one-by-one, desperately trying to claw their way out of the swirling violet-and-green vortex that sucked the shrieking phantoms in the stone's glowing crack. "Someone give props to Darkrai, the dear boy's invention worked after all," cackled the Red Dragon, watching Morty's wailing spirits falling into the rock, leaving behind nothing but a thick cloud of violet fog where the Haunters' gaseous bodies had floated..

With Ethan and the others staring speechlessly towards the spectacle, Morty's eyes widened as he recognized the stone. "Son of a Blissey, that's an Odd Keystone," uttered the Gym Leader as the last of the Haunters was claimed by the stone, which landed on the ground. "A hundred and eight spirits... oh, Arceus, no-" As if in reply, the swirling vortex of violet and green mist emerged from the Odd Keystone, forming the hideous features of a Spiritomb.

Then the Red Dragon descended upon the people of Ecruteak in a violent mass of ripping claws and gnashing fangs, a bloody whirlwind of destruction incarnate that shredded earth from sky and flesh from bone. Roaring as bloodlust and dragonswrath consumed her, the Garchomp lay waste to the rustic village of Ecruteak, until the Bell Tower burned as black as its sister.


In the pitch-black night, Indigo Plateau was a field of scattered, glittering lights, ringed by a series of stone-gray mountaintops that overshadowed the magnificent human capital. The city was a diamond cut into eight triangular wedgelike districts beneath the new moon, its borders only dimly lit by streetlamps. In the once-proud buildings of Indigo Plateau, hundreds of human refugees lay packed together in their tiny cramped apartments, their lamps extinguished by tar-black fear. The isolated city in the azure peaks had come to a standstill, for all its safety from the Exile, for death and destruction entered on the lips of coming messengers.

At the forefront of the city stood an immense brick-red building of magnificent architecture, between the diamond-shaped city's southern-most tip and the treacherous slopes of Victory Road. It was a modern castle of glass and steel, a sanctuary to the most magnificent battle arena in the world, an immense shrine to the former glory of the Elite Four. Its gates were emblazoned with the Poke Ball of the nation's emblem, its spires towering high above the lands of Johto and Kanto below. Here stood the Headquarters of the National Pokemon League.

Atop his sepia-tiled balcony stood a man of twenty-six, clad in jeans, red sneakers, and a red-and-white short-sleeve jacket with white collar and trim. A yellow knapsack hung from one shoulder as he clenched a fingerless-gloved hand into a fist, a red-and-white baseball cap with a checkmark insignia pulled low over his dark eyes and black hair. Across the facility echoed the steady clicks of patrolling soldiers' boots, their belts brimming with Poke Balls and the rifles on their backs fully loaded. Leaning with both hands on the edge of the balcony, Champion Red's sorrowful gaze traveled across the dying lands, swept up in a wave of chaos from Cianwood in the west to Lavender in the east.

The world's slept for too long, thought Red. The world gave up war, and now that war has returned, it has turned to Pokemon trainers for protection. But Pokemon trainers weren't soldiers. These bloody and painful battles were not the battles he desired. Pokemon trainers dealt in games and competitions, perhaps prestige and honor, but never life and death. This was true war, and war was an ugly thing.

"What's going on, Red?" asked a voice from behind him. Without so much as raising an eyebrow, the World Champion smoothly turned around to face Chris Silversky, champion of Kanto and brother of the Hoenn Elite, Slick. "Any word from Hoenn, by any chance?" said Chris, sounding hopeful.

Gazing towards the steel-tiled floor, Red crossed his arms and leaned back against the balcony railing without a word. Recollections from the day's events flickered through the master tactician's mind, an endless stream of meaningless reports and unnecessary status updates. Migrating Gastrodons were hardly relevant to human survival, thought Red bitterly. And yet, that was all Cynthia had to offer, up until her moment of death- Gastrodon migration patterns.

And then, as for Hoenn... "It's doubtful that Kyogre, Groundon, and Rayquaza would be rampaging if Slick were around to stop them, as he has the reports on the Sootopolis crisis," said Red finally, keeping his voice cool and steady, not daring to look up at Chris. "I'm sorry."

Taking his Charizard's Poke Ball from his belt, he stood up straight and stepped towards the empty half of the balcony. As soon as he pressed the silver button on the red-and-white capsule, the Poke Ball flicked open and released a burst of red-to-infrared light, which erupted into the body of his loyal Charizard.

Turning to face Chris at last as the Charizard let out a roar, Red finally met the Kanto Champion eye-to-eye, feeling a sting of guilt as he saw the dimness in the other trainer's eyes. If he didn't return, thought Red as he climbed up onto his rumbling Charizard's back, then Chris would be in charge of mankind- and both of them knew that all too well. Gazing at Chris, he gave his fellow trainer a nod, before flying off.

[Legend of the Exile is a fanfiction written by Sparkleleaf]
Posted by rehler (#3) on 21 September 2013, 12:14 AM EDT in Writing
Fire and water and earth and sky
Time and space and darkened eye
At the ancient hero's mythic call
By light and life the shadows fall


The sky was shadowed with dusk in Hoenn as five Pokemon stood before the shrine of the ghostly mountain, alone on the hallowed peak of spirits stirred by the tides of war. Paw in paw, they worked together, pulling an muddy orange knapsack from the back of a young man's body, their hearts heavy and solemn.

Coated in mud and sweat, a Raichu and a Leafeon lowered their slain trainer down into the pit that was his grave, the others watching in bleak silence. Gripping his thunderbolt tail, Sparktail reflected silently that they were free of human control, the very promise which Giratina had sworn to bring to all Pokemon across the world. And yet, there was no joy, no rejuvenation, no happiness in their master's death; for Slick of Hoenn had been like a father, brother, and friend to them all.

Breathing hard, the Swampert and the Umbreon covered their trainer's body in earth, burying their dearest friend, taken from them by the god of death. "Once a champion, always a champion," whispered Rushing River as he gazed down at the cold, lifeless features of his master. "Rest in peace, old friend..."

Three long, bloody months had passed since the Exile's first attacks. Sealed away by the legendary warrior Aluxiver and his Pokemon companion long ago, the ancient, embittered serpent had sworn to exterminate every last man, woman, and child from the face of the earth. Nestled in the foothills of Mount Coronet, Hearthome was the first city to burn, quickly followed by Snowpoint, Sunyshore, and the rest of Sinnoh. One by one, streets and cities were destroyed in Giratina's terrible warpath. Staring

As for Slick? Slick was once one of Hoenn's Elites, and a delegate to the High Council. He had been like any other trainer- collecting badges, training, catching new Pokemon, always striving for success. But Giratina's quest of destruction had brought a swift end to those days, on the fateful night that Hearthome City burned. At once, Slick had returned to Hoenn to rise to his adopted homeland's defense- only for the Exile to slay him in the final battle.

Now together, the five Pokemon stood together atop Mount Pyre in the cold winds of coming death, staring at each other. Before the war, they had been the team of a rising legend, a trainer whose prowess had nearly rivaled the Champion himself; but now, Slick was nothing, and so were they.

Why had life become so dangerous? Once, before the time-tunnel had whisked him and Thalia across the millenia, the Raichu could remember a brighter, safer world, where Pokemon roamed the wilderness. He was only a child then, an untrained Pikachu taken into Thalia's family, but he had been young and carefree then. But now, there was always danger lurking behind every corner...

As he stared up to the sky, Sparktail thought for a moment that he could almost see Slick's spirit rising up into the air, soaring across the darkened heavens like a flaming star. But the moment passed quickly, and the Raichu felt lower than before.

"I don't know how you are feeling," cawed Ferricia the Skarmory softly, finally breaking the silence. "But I cannot stand idly by while Giratina brings this world to ruin. I will devote every steel feather of mine to stop him." Rush, Thalia, and Insyte all murmured in agreement, while Sparktail nodded silently.

The Skarmory turned around and towards the edge of Mount Pyre, her sharpened eyes staring off into the bloody oceans of the east. Far in the distance lay the smoking and destroyed ruin of a city within a caldera, the death of Sootopolis City. "Look at the desolated ruin that Sootopolis has become," she continued. "Slick wanted to protect that place, and Giratina has not only sullied it, but he has obliterated it. By water and wind, let us see what has become of our world."

And so, Sparktail and Thalia found themselves on the Skarmory's back as she flew towards the smoking ruin of Sootopolis, while Rush raced across the oceans with Insyte on his back. Slick was dead and gone, and with him thousands of Hoenn's men, women, and children... but some small hope might still linger in the ruins of Hoenn's last and final stronghold. And so long as there was still hope, they just might survive.


Thalia gaped in horror from where she sat perched beside Sparktail on Ferricia's back as they approached the mountain of Sootopolis, the once majestic white-stoned caldera which once enclosed a thriving metropolis. Now entire sections of the hollow mountainside had caved in and collapsed upon itself; and what remained of its once pristine walls was marred by scorch marks and numerous cracks in its surfaces, the ocean tinted with ripples of black and red of mingled oil and blood.

As Ferricia swooped down into the caldera towards the destroyed city within, chills ran down Sparktail's spine, his eyes transfixed to the ghastly spectacle of toppled buildings and countless human bodies strewn in the waters and the remnants of stone ledges which ringed the massive lake in the center of the mountain city, the waters which had been dyed scarlet with Giratina's terrible slaughter.

The Skarmory descended through the air towards a flat plateau on the north shores of the city where broken steel gates no longer sealed the Cave of Origin, its entrance a gaping hole for all to enter. There, Insyte and Rush lay panting on the rocky shore, soaked in seawater and human blood, the earth marred by scorch marks and heaped with fallen debris.

As Ferricia landed on the stone outcropping beside the Swampert and the Umbreon, Sparktail and Thalia stared in wordless shock at the horror that Sootopolis had become. "This... this can't be real," whispered Thalia, staring towards the wandering survivors on the city's ledges, a shattered fortress reduced from thousands strong to mere dozens in a single, awful night. "No... Sootopolis was safe! We knew it was a sanctuary. How could things go so wrong?"

There was a long silence as Rush and Insyte got to their paws. "This mountain will take weeks to heal," said the Swampert, staring down at the murky waters of Lake Helens, upturned shipwrecks bobbing in the waves. "The humans tried to seal the crater with their shutters, but there are many underwater tunnels deep under the city, leading out into the ocean. The Hoenn Elites wanted to blockade the entrance with submarines... but Wallace said that wouldn't stop a Sharpedo, let alone a Wailord."

Thalia shuddered as she remembered Slick's stories of the immense beasts lurking beneath the sea, larger than human tankers, said to be capable of swallowing entire cities with their giant maws; and even though the stories weren't true, she was still afraid. "What happened next?" asked Ferricia softly.

"After the meeting, Slick and Wallace stayed behind for some reason," said Rush, his ear-fins twitching. "I think they were making an alternate plan to block the city. They mentioned C4 packs, energy cells, Electrodes; perhaps they were booby-trapping a submarine. But if that was ever in the plan, Slick never followed through. You see... well... he went after the Orbs while Giratina attacked. I don't think he was in his right mind, you know?"

Yes, they all remembered what happened. On the morning of the attack, Slick had seen troops advancing towards the Shrine of Spheres at Mount Pyre, where lay the Orbs of earth, sea, and sky. Ten years ago, the world had seen the mayhem of the Titans' wrath during the Sootopolis weather crisis, and Slick had feared that history would repeat itself. But it was for naught, for the Orbs were taken, Slick was dead, and Sootopolis was in ruins.

Sparktail shook silently, bitterly as the memories replayed themselves again and again. Each of them- Rush, Ferricia, Insyte, Thalia, and himself- had all doubted their trainer, wondering if they ought to stop Slick from traveling to Mount Pyre. But the Raichu had kept quiet, not saying a word to his master, hoping that he would pull through. Too little, too late. If only he had stopped his trainer on that morning, Slick might still be alive.

No. He couldn't fall apart, not here. Not in front of Thalia, not in front of everyone, not where the whole world could see. The others were talking still, but he couldn't follow the thread of the conversation now. "This shouldn't be," said the Raichu quietly when they reached a pause, looking down at the ground. He fumbled for words, held back by years of silence. "I can't believe that he's... well... gone."

"I should have stopped him," whispered Insyte, his eyes the dull red of dried blood as he stared out across the tainted lake. "I knew, knew, knew I ought to have kept him back... that foolish boy, to leave this city open to the skies, to go in person on such a reckless mission... I should never have let him leave the building."

The Swampert cleared his throat, and the Umbreon fell silent. "None of us could've stopped Slick," said Rushing River. Sparktail glanced down at his paws, while Insyte turned to stare at Rush. "We all knew him. We know he wouldn't do something so foolish unless he thought it was the best thing to do."

A low, mourning cry came from Ferricia as they trudged up the path. "We moved too slowly," croaked the Skarmory, dipping her head, her eyes closing. "Whatever Slick had planned, we should have been able to return before Giratina's forces arrived... I should have flown faster."

"Do you control the sky, child of iron?" said a distant voice, unearthly but gentle. Alarmed, the five Pokemon glanced around the rocky slope as faint blue light flickered across the air, darting from boulder to boulder. "No; listen to your leader. Do not blame yourselves for your trainer's death... for he was marked by destiny."

Amidst the scorched earth and the strewn carnage, Sparktail saw four creatures floating in midair. On the edge of his vision, the Raichu saw Insyte and Ferricia prepared to strike, teeth and talons bared. "Who are you?" demanded Rush as they approached the four. "And where did you come from?"

"I am Mew, Mystic of Hope," spoke the first, a pink feline creature with a long whiplike tail, blinking her watery-blue eyes as she descended upon the group, with Sparktail's eyes on her every motion. "I soothe the storms of the lost, illuminating the lanturns of confidence in the souls of they who have succumbed to despair."

"I am Celebi, the Spirit of Compassion," said the one beside Mew, a glowing forest sprite with immense eyes and delicate dragonfly wings, flitting in a circle around Thalia. "I listen to the music of my fellow beings' hearts, instilling understanding in they who have not yet extended the paw of sympathy."

"I am Jirachi, the Star of Wisdom," said the third, a dimunitive white-bodied creature with rippling gold capelike wings and a triangular golden headpiece. Its belly was marked with the outline of a closed eye that would gaze upon the world, cold but impartial. "I see beyond the veils that many don, and guide blinded souls to open their eyes."

"I am Shaymin, the Seed of Prosperity," said the fourth, a canine with snow-white fur and winglike ears like a buck's fierce antlers. "I identify the talents that reside dormant within, unlocking the potential in the hearts of the people, nourishing their souls unto the tiers of legend."

"Together, we are the Four Virtues of Akimadora, guardians of harmony and light," said the four in unison, their fur glowing. "Under our guidance, the light of civility is strong, and the vicious shadows are held back. Earth, sea, sky, time, space, day, night, and death; even these forces cannot claim us."

There was a hiss, and the others turned to stare as Insyte spat on the ground. "So, you're guardians of some sort," said the Umbreon, glancing back around to the broken city around them. "Doesn't seem like you've done a whole lot for the world as of late... especially considering its present state." Rush gave Insyte a warning glare, causing the Umbreon to recoil.

"The world has indeed become a dangerous place, in the wake of the Exile's return," said Celebi grimly, his eyes sweeping over the five, unperturbed by Insyte's rudeness. "But do not be afraid. You will find no terror here, not yet. For we have come for you." Sparktail glanced to Thalia, feeling uneasy, but did not voice his fears.

"Listen well, and remember always the one you called Slick," said Shaymin, his pale white fur rippling. "Many years ago, your master bound his soul with a sacred oath to protect the world from a terrible peril. Seeing a profound level of potential in him, we gave him our blessings, so that he might fulfill his oath, and become the hero that the world needed."

Struggling to understand, Sparktail stared down at the ground, his ears low. Next to him, Thalia looked back to the war-torn city around them, shaking her head slowly. "It doesn't matter what he wanted," said Rush, clenching a fist, lifting his head to meet each of the Virtues in the eye. "Slick's dead... dead! He's dead and gone... and nothing will bring him back."

Jirachi's eyes flashed. "Slick died while trying to make this world a safer place," said Jirachi, the golden wings rippling like silk, eyes darting to each of them. "Slick understood what it meant to be an Elite, to be a marked individual. This was your master, who took you from the wilderness, who devoted his life to you. And so I ask: Will you let his memory fade? Or will you do what he could not?"

Slick's Pokemon stared at the Virtues, stunned. "If the world rests on our shoulders, then this world is doomed," said Insyte bitterly between Rush and Ferricia, drawing glances from Sparktail and Thalia. The Umbreon's ruby eyes dull and hazed with misery, his fur haggard and gnarled. "How do we know that we won't end up like Slick? How are we supposed to change a thing?"

"Make no mistake; the path that lies before each of you will not be easy," said Mew, her eyes narrowing. "If you seek to follow your trainer's footsteps, you will face terrible trials in the days to come. But if your will is strong, and your resolve unshaken... you will find peace, waiting at the end of chaos, created by your own paws."

"Wait," whispered Sparktail, moving forward as the Virtues turned away, not caring that the rest of the team was staring at him. Everything was happening too fast for him-- Giratina's war, Slick's death, the fall of Sootopolis. "Don't go!" Helpless, the Raichu stared up at the four Virtues, watching as they rose up into the air and faded into the shadows.

[Legend of the Exile is a fanfiction written by Sparkleleaf]
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