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Dawn of a New Legacy

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Gatene

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Actually I think the Tentacool wanted the Gyarados more than the Raikou on Shadow's shorts. I can understand why it's weird to you, but if you have ever watched the anime....there was an episode (when Charmander evolved) where a wild Mankey stole Ash's official Pokémon League hat, he/she too waved it around like a trophy. I don't think that Azure had that in mind when she wrote that particular part, but seeing that episode made it uhm unweird to me.

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AzureFlygon

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Well, it was the Raikou that the Tenatcool wanted ^^ Why? Because how many electric Pokemon does a normal wild water Pokemon get to see? Really? Having something like that would certainly make it a popular little tentacool in it's home waters ^^

Plus, I have seen that episode, and the scene was based slightly on it, though not completely. I just needed comic releif.

Well, here's the thing you've all been waiting for. The one, the only..... NEW CHAPTER!!!

oh, and the song is "did you" by Hoobastank. I don't own it at all, I just liked the lyrics.
Chapter by both me and Spectreon

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These are the children causing us so much trouble, mused Misty as she watched the group talking and laughing in the waters below. The red-haired woman was hidden from sight, sitting on a high ridge scattered the thick vegetation, These are the ones who I was sent to… get rid of. The Giovanni must think me weak, or a fool.

She looked back at the trees behind her, watching for the tell-tale signs of her partner for this mission. Within moments, she picked out the red, glowing eyes of the creature.

“Go,” she said, “get a closer look, but don’t let yourself be seen. It wouldn’t do to reveal ourselves before the time is right.”

“Yes, Mistress,” replied the creature in a mechanical, expressionless voice.

With a derisive snort, Misty turned back to watching the small group. After a few moments, she caught sight of a dusky blond head bobbing in the waters, and snarled in remembered anger and deep, heart-rending pain that she would never admit to. It was her, the one that had taken away her life and all that she had dreamed of… she had taken away Dorian.

I’ll kill her, thought Misty vehemently, I’ll show her what I can do. No one treads on Misty’s territory, or at least they don’t live long if they do…

The red-haired woman let her mind continue on this train of thought while she waited for her partner to return, relishing the memories of people past that she had taught a lesson. Of course, it was a lesson they never got a chance to learn from… not one of them had escaped her. She had been merciless.

That’s what makes a good Team Rocket leader… now why can’t Dorian see that?

Misty shoved the thought from her mind, retreating back further into her memories than she ever had before.

Quite unexpectedly, a flash of bright times erupted in her most secret and locked away thoughts. Desperately, she grabbed onto the scene, wondering what it was. With an almost pained sigh, she closed her eyes…

She was on a log, sitting and looking into a deep pool of clear, fresh water. Her feet were barefoot, and she was kicking them into the pool with careless ease, at peace with the world. Her water Pokemon were all around her, playing in the sparkling sunlight and crystal liquid.

Her Togepi suddenly chirped, pulling on the leg of her shorts and pointing excitedly out into the water. Misty, puzzled, looked out across the surface.

“What is it, Togepi?” she asked, “What do you see?”

Togepi continued pointing, and Misty focused her eyes on the far shore. There was a blue shape lying flat on the back, looking strangely familiar. With a curious look, she rose, calling to her Pokemon and picking up the pacified Togepi before striding towards the object.

“Oh…” she said as she came within view of the thing, “The poor thing!”

Misty gingerly knelt down to have a closer look at the blue, bulbous, red-orbed creature. It looked dead, or nearly so. Tentatively, she took a stick from the ground and poked the creature. It wiggled and moaned slightly, not even able to open it’s eyes.

“It’s dehydrated,” said Misty to her Togepi, “That means it must have been here for quite a while. We need to get it to a Pokemon center, and quickly, before it dies.”

Misty scooped up the tiny Tentacool in her arms, careful to avoid the stinging tentacles, and began trotting towards the direction of the closest center. She paused only to return her Pokemon to their Pokèballs.

“I hope I’m not too late,” she whispered to herself as she ran, “I wish Ash were here, he’s a faster runner than-”


Misty’s eyes flew open as she shoved the thought away as fast as if were a burning brand on her palms. The memory seared her anew; making her almost forget where she was as she rose and turned, ready to run to a place where she would be able to wait out the terrible memories.

She stopped suddenly, almost running into the sharp, venomous antennae of her partner.

“Mistress,” said the dark creature, bowing slightly.

“Guardian,” said Misty coldly, regaining her nearly lost composure, “What have you seen?”

“The humans are unaware of anything wrong,” said Guardian, buzzing around Misty almost as if she were some sort of prey and the Andros a hungry wolf, “They play, and talk, and laugh. Soon, they will be moving to a more secluded beach, the bright blonde’s idea, to search for some evolution stones that have been rumored to be in the area. It would be the perfect time to strike, Mistress.”

“Since when do you give advice?” snapped Misty, whirling back towards the overhanging cliff, “You’re nothing but an Andros, and your job is to obey orders, not to think.”

“My job is to analyze, Mistress, for I am also a spy, and I ensure victory for the army when I can,” said Guardian, still in a monotone voice, but with a tint of sharpness to it that no Andros that Misty had seen before had ever had, “I have been partnered with you for that purpose, and that alone is what I will do. I am not bound to obey you, by orders of the Giovanni.”

“What?!” exclaimed Misty, shocked out of her aloof attitude, “Dorian specifically ordered you not to obey me?”

The Andros did not answer, and Misty took that as answer enough. It was true; Dorian did think little of her… Even just thinking it tore at her heart. She had worked for so long, tried so hard to get where she was today…

“They are moving now, Mistress,” said Guardian, breaking the silence, “I suggest we move to our positions, so that we may be ready when the time to attack comes.”

Misty snarled, and, fuming, brushed past the Andros. Her eyes glared, and even the birds did not dare call as she stalked past. Guardian was left behind, looking amazingly pleased with herself. The red eye sensors in her skull glowed a bright blood red, and she hissed quietly.

“You are a useful tool to the Giovanni, Mistress,” she growled quietly, “and easily manipulated, but you are expendable… I am not.”

...

Misty stepped out from her hiding place in the bushes, her crazed eyes and wicked smile making her look deranged and dangerous. The group of teenagers before her quailed at the sight, though all made moves either to draw their hidden weapons or protect the others beside them.

“Who are you?” asked a tall, brown-haired boy that held a glinting dagger, “What do you want?”

“It doesn’t matter who I really am,” said Misty with a laugh, “In Team Rocket, I am known merely as the Mistress, though to others I am called the Right Hand of Death. As to what I want…” here, Misty pointed to Serra. The dusky gray-blonde girl was standing defiantly, though her impression was somewhat hindered by the brown-haired boy standing protectively before her, “I want her.”

“Get lost!” snarled the yellow-haired girl, bringing out a Pokèball. Misty struggled to remember her name, though always keeping up the cold, aloof manner of her stance and expression.

Ah, the Champion of Jhoto, she remembered finally, what was her name… Ari, no… Aeris!

“Aeris,” purred Misty, reveling in the sudden blink that signaled surprise in the tall girl, “You stay out of this. The problem is between me and her…”

Serra stepped forward, holding up a hand to stop the protests from the others.

“If you want me,” she said, “You’ll have to defeat me, stranger.”

“That can be arranged,” snarled Misty, bringing out a long crystal rod. The woman pushed a button on the side, and the small rod extended to nearly five feet, opening to look like a spear, “Come Goddess, this is just you and me.”

Would you say everything you could;
do the things that you thought you would;
did it ever occur to you that this could be your final day?


“Alright,” growled Serra, eyeing the spear, “If that’s the way you want it.”

The girl concentrated, and the skin on her back roiled as two strange wings began to grow from her shoulders. They reached up into the sky, both featherless and web-less, and of a skin tone brown. Muscles rippled along their length, and the long, bat-like fingers flexed as they came into existence. Serra smiled, and waited for her opponent to make the fist move.

“Fighting wings,” whispered Aeris, “I didn’t think those were possible…”

Did you go where you wanted to go;
learn about what you wanted to know;
did you ever really give something back instead of always taking it?


Misty leapt forward, her dark blue cape streaming behind her as she sped to the attack. The Rocket executive was a blur, hardly visible except for the flash of her weapon in the sun.

Serra stood still as Misty advanced, putting on a face of disinterest. As the red-haired woman approached, her eyes ticked over to focus on the weapon.

“Die!!!” screeched Misty, hefting the weapon and swinging it down. Her aim was to cleave her adversary’s head in two from the first strike, and her blind anger and rush of power made her certain that she was fast enough to do it.

“Not today,” was all Serra murmured. One wing snapped towards the advancing woman, landing in the dirt just before her. Serra pushed off from this wing, sailing into the air and curving in an arc around Misty while at the same time tripping the spear-wielding woman. Misty landed in the sand with a gasp, and just as quickly twisted to her back and swung the spear before Serra had come full around in her maneuver.

“Ugh…”

Did you find what you're looking for;
did you get your foot in the door;
can you look at yourself and feel proud of all the things you've done?


Misty grinned crazily in triumph as Serra groaned, holding the severed muscle of one wing while her eyes shone with pain. The red-haired woman moved the spear until it was just below Serra’s chin, and lifted the girl’s head up to look her in the eye.

“Is that all you really are?” she sneered, “I don’t know how you could have defeated the Whishing Star if it is. Get up, you stealing b*tch, and let me punish you for daring to take something from me!”

Suddenly, Misty was swept off her feet by Serra’s other wing. She was thrown into the air, but a beautifully executed flip saved her from being sprawled out onto the sand. She glared at Serra; a faint cut from her own spear beginning to well up with blood.

“What are you talking about?” gasped Serra, “I haven’t taken anything from you!”

Misty’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

“How dare you!” she screamed, leaping forward.

Did you inspire the ones that you knew;
make a difference to those who knew you;
did you finally figure out what it is that makes us who we are today?


Her spear plunged into the sand where Serra had been kneeling moments before. Misty pulled it out in a violent spray of sand, swinging around to search for her target with eyes seeing a red haze. Serra landed a dozen meters away, her leap having taken her above the enraged woman’s line of sight.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” growled Serra, dodging another thrust from the weapon.

“Lying dog!” shrieked Misty between strikes, “You know full well what I’m taking about! If it wasn’t for you, I’d be happy. Happy!”

Don’t waste another day;
you never know when you'll get one…
Don't waste another day;
to do anything you haven't done...


Serra, her throbbing, injured wing being strained to its limit, propelled herself back from the close combat and to a ledge on a rock near them. The red-haired woman raged at her, making Serra think back. She was certain she had never seen this person before… yet what was so believable about her anger? Serra halfway thought that she had done something wrong.

“It’s all your fault!” continued Misty, “If it wasn’t for you, I’d still be important to him! He’d still pay attention to me, instead of following you like some sort of obsessed slave! You. Destroyed. Everything!”

She leapt, bringing herself to the ledge where Serra perched. Her spear came down faster than the eye could see, and Serra cried out in anguish as it found its mark. A thick line of blood flowed from her good wing, which now hung limply at her side.

“You’re the reason why he doesn’t love me anymore,” snarled Misty while Serra struggled to understand through her pain and confusion.

Did you always give it your best;
is there anything you regret,
if you could have another shot at it all, would you do it just the same?


“I’m sorry…”

It was all Serra could think of saying, and apparently it had effect. Misty, for one vital moment, hesitated in the middle of her final blow, spear sitting motionless in her hands.

Was it all that you thought it could be,
are you the person you thought you would be,
or did it feel like you were spinning your wheels instead of moving forward everyday?


Serra swung her movable wing, knocking Misty’s legs from under her. The red-haired woman fell to the rock with a pained sound, one knee cracking hard against the stone.

The crystal spear was wrenched from her grip, and Misty watched with gaping surprise as it clattered into the bushes below.

Don’t waste another day;
you never know when you'll get one…


“I truly am sorry for anything that you think I did to you,” said Serra with teeth clenched to hide the torment from her wounded limbs.

Misty’s head snapped up, and for a moment Serra saw something in her eyes, something that reminded her of herself a long time ago, when she was lost and afraid in the deadly cold of the snowy Viridian landscape. In an instant it was gone, and the crazed, furious glare had returned. The change was as if a layer of thick ice had frozen over a draining pond.

Don’t waste another day;
to do anything you haven't done.


A thick laugh rasped from Misty’s throat.

“Guardian!!” she cried out, and resumed laughing.

“Mistress,” hissed a cold, calculating voice from behind the woman. Serra gasped, standing and letting her wings fade away as the creature materialized from the shadows. It’s blood red eyes flickered in the dark of the ridge, though the little light available made it’s chrome body flash.

“No…” said Serra, backing away.

“Goddess,” hissed the Andros, taking notice of the girl seemingly for the first time, “I have waited long for a chance to meet you. I had almost thought I never would, after the months you had disappeared.”

No!” repeated Serra, leaping away to rejoin the group, who were watching the scene with gaping expressions and horror.

The red-haired woman came into the light, followed by the Andros. Its sharp, purple-gray antennae glinted sharply in the afternoon light, while it’s metal wings made a peculiar whining sound as they parted the air. It was the eyes that horrified the group the most, for though all of them had seen the expressionless eyes of most Andros, these dark eyes held a hidden hatred; a deep, writhing black feeling that unnerved and unseated them.

“It’s Celebi,” said Raven, the only person that seemed unaffected by the Andros’ glare.

“Guardian,” snarled Misty as she stood confidently behind the Andros, “Blast them… blast them all!”

“Very well, Mistress,” growled Guardian, “If that is what you wish…”

The Celebi rose high into the air, her armor gleaming dully in the light. Guardian bowed her head, and began chanting in a high, whispery voice while crossing her arms.

All the teenagers gathered close together, fearful and unsure what would happen to them as the tension rose to an unbearable pitch...

Guardian threw her head back and shrieked, a high bloodcurdling sound that chilled the blood.

Vescere bracis meis!“

Lighting flashed and thunder roared. Glowing red lines spread out from behind Guardian, etching patterns into the air, crazily zigzagging and spiraling, forming a massive mandala in the air.

When the mandala’s formation was done, the mandala glowed an eerie electric blue, giving off intense light.

Crux Ansata Thorn Ken!”

The mandala roared, and the world disappeared in a flash of intense light...a halo of pure white light blotting out all time and space.

Raven was the first to act. She threw up a shield around herself and the only two creatures closest to her-Terra and Necro.

The lavender, translucent shield flickered and shook as the white light assaulted it, but Raven strained, clenching her teeth as she willed the shield to hold. Terra screamed, the sound ripping at her atrophied vocal cords and coming out as a guttural, savage shriek that only added to the high, piercing drone as the shield held under the torrent of light. Necro, terrified by the display, burrowed into the sand by Raven’s feet and squeaked in horror. Raven’s foot dug into the sand as the force of the powerful attack pushed her back slightly.

At last, the drone died away and the unearthly white light faded out. The lavender shield gurgled and flickered out. Raven blinked her smarting eyes and looked around, stunned.

Aeris, Serra, Hydro and Blade were nowhere to be seen. Nor was Shadow.

A icy tendril of fear clamped itself around her heart.

“Shadow...” she whispered. A chill breeze blew up, and Raven shivered. Terra had the same look on her face as Raven did-lost confusion and horror. Gasping, she checked her belt. An enormous wave of relief washed over her as she felt Dark Flame’s familiar Pokèball still resting there. Necro looked up from his cowering, sand streaming from his silver fur.

Raven spoke at last, finally summing up both girl’s thoughts.

“They’re lost in time. “

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Aeris screamed.

Clouds smacked and stung her face as she fell. Her eyes watered and her hair blew out about her face.

“Aeris!”

Aeris gasped and looked around wildly. She caught a glimpse of Serra to her right and slightly below her. Both were falling, falling, falling into a blue eternity with a patchwork of lush green spread out below them.

“We’re falling out the godsda-mned sky! ” Aeris shrieked, all calm and dignity literally thrown to the winds. “Get some wings!”

“I can’t! At the rate we’re falling, my wings would be ripped apart!” Serra shrieked back. “Get on my back! I have an idea!”

Aeris grunted as she leaned herself into the fall to catch up with Serra. Her hands fumbled as they reached for Serra’s arms. Both girls fell as one now, but the increased weight and mass sped up their plunge.

“Barrier! Reflect! Light Screen! ANYTHING!” Serra yelled as she threw out her hands. A thick, multicolored and multi-layered shield flickered to life in front of her. The shield diverted the air flow, so Aeris and Serra could talk at last without having to yell.

“You think that’s going to help us? That shield is gonna snap when we hit the ground, and we shall be Spam!” snapped Aeris.

“Lay yourself close to my back, and hold tight.”

Aeris gasped. “NO! The impact’ll kill you!”

“As long as you live, Aeris, I don’t give a Rattata’s tail.”

Aeris groaned and buried her face into Serra’s hair as the ground rose up at an insane speed, greeting them voraciously. Leaves on trees became visible, rivers could be seen-

A thud, and the world sank into quiet darkness...



Ugh… Where am I?

Hydro came back to himself with a groan. He didn’t quite feel like opening his eyes yet, because of the distant throbbing in his head the signified a beginning headache. He could still feel, however, and the cold grit below his face felt nothing like the warm sand that he had fallen on back at the battle. In fact, he halfway doubted that he was even at the beach anymore.

“Hydro?” came a weak, groaning voice from a few feet away. Hydro sighed, and forced his eyes to open.

As soon as he did, however, they flew to their limit, and the dark-haired boy shot up from his place with a speed that, though making him wince in sudden pain, allowed him full view of the land around him. He disregarded Shadow for a moment, who was the person that had spoken, in favor of looking around him.

The landscape was rough, and short trees grew in abundance all around, though further ahead they seemed to wane. Jagged rocks pushed up from the rust red dirt in a scattering pattern, while the sounds of insects and birds were all that could be heard besides the ragged breathing of the two boys. The sky was red-orange, and it seemed to be near evening, if not already so. Hydro couldn’t tell, for the sky was overcast.

“Hydro?” asked Shadow once more, one hand massaging his dirty blond head, “Where are we?”

“I don’t know…” said Hydro slowly.

“And where is everyone?” continued Shadow, his voice trembling slightly, “Raven, Aeris, Serra, Blade? I’d even take that red-haired woman right now… Just something… familiar.”

A small creature emerged from the bushes to their right, and Hydro flinched back with wide eyes.

Anorith!” it squeaked, looking at them curiously. Then, without even missing a beat, it scuttled into the bushes off to their left.

“Okay…” said Shadow slowly, “I don’t think we’re in… well… Hoenn, anymore.”

“I think you’re right…”

Both boys stared at each other disbelievingly for a moment, trying to work it out in their heads.

“So, Celebi really does have the power of time,” sighed Hydro at last, flicking a red pebble near his feet.

“It certainly looks like it,” said a familiar voice behind them.

Both Hydro and Shadow whipped around, almost afraid to look but unable to stop themselves. Both whooped, overjoyed, and Hydro leapt to his feet. Shadow followed suite moments later.

“Blade!” they both exclaimed.

“Did you two just see that Anorith walk by?” asked Blade, seemingly unaffected by the welcome, “I’d say we got blasted quite a ways backwards. The landscape certainly looks like it, and the plant life is ancient.”

“So how do we get back?” asked Hydro, beginning to tremble as he looked around at the unfamiliar landscape.

“I don’t know…”
 

Elemental Charizam

Sudden Genre Shift
New chapter goodness! And an Terr-annorithicly good as usual. More description about the fighting wing would of been handy, I'm still not sure how it looks to be honest.

Wasn't Celebi speaking latin? How odd.


Ah, the Champion of Jhoto
Typo!

Looks like I'm first to review!

~EC
 
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ChibiYukiakariRyuu

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Yeah, I was wondering the same thing about Latin... It sounded kinda familiar, even though I don't take any classess or anything. ^^;; I'm so glad that the new chapter is out! It was soooooooooo great! And I'm sorry I couldn't give it a proper review...
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AzureFlygon

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Okay, I went back and found the translations Spec gave me for the latin, just for you readers ^^ All credit for Latin speaking Celebi goes to Spectreon.

Ansata Crux Thorn Ken means,"Life, open your eternal gateway of time." and Versace Brais Meis... means "Eat my shorts."

XD funny, I know. As for the fighting wings, just think of a bat's wings, make them slightly shorter compared to body size, beef them up to about the level of a body builder, and make the fingers very flexible without claws. Then, visulize them being usedas a pair of extra legs, sort of like a spider or even, if you want to go that far, the evil guy on the second 'Spider Man' movie. That's sort of the concept of Serra's fighting wings. They are just an extra, extremely powerful, extension of the body.
 
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ClefairyTenchi

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Why was Celebi speaking Latin? Latin isn't a magic language. If anything, Celebi shouldn't have to say incantations at all. Oh well, I suppose maybe it's a limit or something that was placed on it by Team Rocket's Adrosifying.

I agree with Charizam, the fight scene was a little confusing.

Other than that, it was great!

Wait a sec! I thought Anorith was aquatic! What madness is this?!
 
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Elite Eevee

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Damn, that was creepy. Misty was always a little flamboyant, but now I can officially say she's lost her mind. sigh
I hope everyone can find their way back. Despite the lifetime supply of Anorith. Maybe even the key to victory lies back there.
Wait a minute, 'eat my shorts'?! Number one, that's Bart's line. Number two, someone like Celebi has the dignity not to say that, and it doesn't even have shorts! Tell the writer that was disturbing and idiotic.
 
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Gatene

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Elite Eevee said:
Tell the writer that was disturbing and idiotic.

Disturbing? Idiotic? I really sincerely hope you were playing around, because Spect is neither of those....well sometimes she can be a bit disturbing, but that's what makes her interesting, and her writing superb. But she is in no way shape nor form, idiotic. The phrase, "Eat my shorts", yes it came from Bart Simpson, and no, Celebi doesn't wear shorts, but that is EXACTLY why it's funny. It sounds cool in Latin, and it's funny in English, can't you accept that? ;128; <-- my bobble head Tauros stands by in attack mode, waiting for the wrong answer O.O

Anyway on the softer side of Sears...the new Chapter is posted on the site for those of you that go there. http://spectreon.mybesthost.com/fanfic4.htm


Also, what do you all (the readers) think of writer commentaries for each chapter? A commentary would be when the writer would comment on the chapter, tell what she was thinking through different scenes, and anything else she thinks would be worthy to put in there. I'd like to know what the readers think about this idea.

Gatene
 
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Elite Eevee

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Well, okay, I wasn't in a good mood when I typed it. Tell Spectreon I'm sorry. I also like the idea of writer's commentary. And about the new chapters. When can we expect new ones? Or will this be the same day-to-day basis?
 
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Gatene

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I'm sure Azure won't even tell Spect what was said, so no worries there. Also, about the next chapter...The chapter that was just posted was a brand spanking new chapter, no one's ever read it before then, and there's usually about a few week's lag between chapters, that is why I want to get the new site up, and the commentaries going soon, to fill the void between new chapters. Art cannot be rushed though, and I won't rush Spect or Azure with the commentaries, and Azure and I will work on the new site at leisure, to make it the best site it can be.

I got a little sneak preview about what the next few chapters are about, and I promise everyone, that the next series of chapters will contain things totally unexpected. Spect and Azure have really taken time travel to the next level.

Gatene
 
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Crystallugia

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That...was...AWESOME!!! The fight wasn't exactly confuseing for me, just where you put in the lyrics. I think it's sad that Misty has let herself become so evil. And she won't let herself admit that she really loves Ash. At least, that's where I think that this is going. Now, I'm going to the site to look at new updates.
 
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Elite Eevee

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Next level? Woah, I'm excited. I hope they can pull it off sucessfully. It would be a huge twist if they acidentally killed someone's ancestor. I hope we can read them soon.
 
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ClefairyTenchi

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AND NOW, TO UNLEASH SCREAMING TEMPORAL DOOM!

Sorry, couldn't resist. I like the adding of lyrics, very unique style of writing. Clever, it is:)
 
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AzureFlygon

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Thank's, you guys.

Well, just for an update, I know my part of the next chapter is pretty much done... (depends on where we decide to split the chapter, really) I don't know about Spectreon, but I do klnow that she went to washington for a week for thanksgiving and won't be able to write while she's there, so you guys have a bit of a wait.

Sorry I confused people with the lyrics... I just wanted the fight to have more impact and meaning, you know?
 
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AzureFlygon

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Scratch that! She's back, and the new chapter is arrived just a few minutes ago! Prepare for time travel goodness!

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Something ticked Aeris’s nose, and she sneezed violently. Moaning, she opened her eyes. Immediately, her stomach lurched as her brain tried to make sense of the images her eyes were conveying to her brain.

The sky was in the ground and the ground was in the sky.

Had the world somehow reversed while she was out?


Aeris looked down, and saw below her, one of her feet was caught in the branches of a tree. It hit her in a flash.

The world didn’t reverse. I’m upside down and hanging in a tree...

Aeris blinked rapidly several times. From what she could discern, she was hanging from the branches of a stout beech overlooking a simple, well-traveled path. Lush meadows on either side of the path, and mountains off in the distance. It all looked somehow familiar to Aeris but she couldn’t place it. Then it hit her.

“Ohhhh, Jesus Christ Almighty.”

It was Route Two. The route that bridged Virdian Forest and Pewter City.

Pewter City, Kanto.

Something was terribly, terribly wrong here...

Kanto was not lush and green and brimming with life. Kanto was devoid of life, battle-scarred, war-torn. Ruined buildings, burned tree stumps, dead plants, and the ground all brown and dusty and the sky all reddish.

“Holy...” breathed Aeris. “That goddam Guardian and her goddam time warping. Great. Another typical day for me.”

Sighing with expasteration, Aeris fumbled at her belt, and breathed a sigh of relief when her hands found Maverick’s pokeball. She pressed the release button, and there was a yelp following a crash as the Totodile thudded headfirst into the dirt path below Aeris.

“Tot a diiiiiiile!” Maverick groaned, rubbing his head. He looked around, puzzled.

‘Up here, kiddo.”

Maverick followed the direction of the voice and his eyes popped out.”

“Totodile toto totaaaaa!” He howled with amusement and sat down promptly, his small frame quivering with laughter.

“Yes, Maverick, I am perfectly aware of the fact that I am hanging from my right foot in a tree like an overripe fruit. Now shut your yap and go find a poor loser to help me down.”

The Totodile produced a very rude raspberry and scurried off down the path. Aeris yelled out a parting comment after Maverick’s retreating back.

“And don’t bite them!”

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“So, what do you guys think we should do?” asked Hydro as he sat staring into the brightly burning fire that the small group of boys had built on the spot they had come into this strange and ancient land. Blade was sitting a ways off, looking out into the dark night, and Shadow was laying on his back a few feet away, staring at the sky that somehow looked so much like the rooms they had stayed in on the ship.

“There’s not much we can do,” said Blade after a thoughtful pause, “Perhaps we should just explore around a bit. I’m sure there has to be something interesting in this land, and maybe we can find something to help us.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” said Shadow, shrugging, “I just wish I could get back… I mean, this place is interesting and all, but I’m sure Raven must be worrying about me by now…”

“Don’t give me that, Shadow,” said Hydro half-jokingly, “You’re worried about her, I can see it in your eyes.”

“So?” said Shadow, “What’s so wrong with that? You can’t tell me you’re not worried about Terra!”

“I may be worried, but I can’t do anything about it in this situation,” said Hydro quietly, looking back into the flames, “I wish I could, but I can’t…”

Shadow sighed, and looked off into the darkness surrounding the small group, “Sorry, Hydro. I didn’t mean-”

“No one meant anything,” said Blade, “Yeah, it’s hard being stuck out here, with friends missing, but we may as well make the best of it. Gods know I’ve had to before, and I’m sure both of you have been in similar situations. Why don’t you both go to sleep, I’m sure you’ll feel better about things in the morning.”

“What about you?” asked Shadow, sitting up from his reclining position with a look of worry, “Don’t you need to sleep?”

“Thanks for volunteering for second watch, Shadow,” said Blade with a sly smirk, “I’ll wake you in a few hours.”

“What?!” exclaimed Shadow, “I didn’t mean that!”

“Oh, come off it,” sighed Hydro with a chuckle, “Do you really want some prehistoric behemoth of a Pokemon to sneak up on us when we’re sleeping. I know I wouldn’t!”

“Fine,” sighed the light-haired boy, “But tomorrow you’re taking first watch, Hydro.”

“That’s how it goes,” said Hydro amiably, settling into a comfortable position on the gritty turf.

With a snort, Shadow did the same, and soon both were snoring gently. Blade continued to stare off into the darkness, wondering how it was that the night could be so warm in this area. It had always been chilly at night when he had been alone in his wanderings years ago. It must be that the sands kept the heat of the day. The landscape had been much different from the beach they had vacationed on… now it seemed so long ago. Had it truly been just a few hours ago that he and the rest had been enjoying themselves on the warm sands? Now they were lost and alone, and the girls were possibly in the same situations as themselves, or even in worse…

“Serra…” whispered Blade into the wind, remembering the girl’s fair face and sand colored hair, and they way she moved… so gracefully… when she battled. Where was she now? Was she in a different time, or had she been blasted to the same one they were in? Was she locked in battle with the Guardian? Or… was she already dead?

“Shut up,” Blade snarled at himself, “Serra would never lose to Celebi, she’s too strong for that. She can’t lose…”



“Rise and shine!” said Shadow loudly and obnoxiously, poking Hydro and Blade with a long stick, “Come on, you two lazy lumps, it’s time to get moving!”

“Wha-?” said Hydro, blinking sleepily.

“Ugh, come on, Shadow,” moaned Blade, rolling over, “It’s barely light out.”

“Hey, don’t adventures usually start at first light?” asked Shadow innocently, poking Blade once more, “You ought to be used to this, you know. Before we went on vacation we always got up at first light… or has our stay in Hoenn made you soft?”

“Hey!” said Blade, taking an annoyed swing at the cheerful boy and missing. He sat up, eyes still bleary but more awake than he had been, “Come on, then, let’s go!”

“Morning people,” muttered Hydro as he stood up to follow the other two. The dark-haired boy stopped for a moment to kick around the ashes of the fire, and trotted to catch up with Blade and Shadow, whom were heading towards the clear path that seemed to lead to a more open area ahead.

All three stopped in shock when they reached the end of the path.

“What is this?” said Shadow in awe as he gazed at the huge, seemingly endless piles of rust red sand dunes and swirling dust devils. The red, shimmering morning sun rose magnificently behind them, making the shadows of the dunes lengthen and almost touch the little grove of trees.

“We’re in a desert!” exclaimed Hydro, looking all around with wide eyes.

“I vote that we go on a small search for water before we even think of continuing,” said Blade, turning back and shrugging.

“I second that motion,” said Hydro, following him.

“Carried, then,” replied Shadow after a second of looking into the red glare that promised to be a scorching heat in no more than a few hours, “And how about finding something that can be used for shade, too?”

“We’ll look for everything,” said Blade, “This seemed to be a small oasis, so I’m sure there must be water about, and some large leaves weaved together will provide a good shade for us. If anybody thinks of anything else we’ll need, try and find it as we go.”

“Wait, wait!” said Hydro suddenly, pulling the group to a stop, “Look there!”

He pointed in the direction that the Anorith had gone the previous day. The bushes were still slightly parted from the Pokemon’s passing, and a small trickle of water could be seen between the foliage. Shadow, always enthusiastic, whooped and leapt forward. The other two boys looked at each other, shrugged, and followed.

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Route 3, Between Mount Moon and Pewter City...

“Thank god..I never thought we’d get out of that cave...and not a single Clefairy to be seen. So much for making some easy money...” groaned a purple-haired older boy as he stepped out of the dark cave entrance of Mount Moon. The boy blinked as the sunlight dazzled him after being in the dark caverns for so long. Yawning, he stretched, standing on tip-toe. Behind him, a small creature walked up and gave him a shove, sending the boy stumbling.

“Hey! What the heck did you do that for, Meowth?!” snapped James of Team Rocket. His emerald green eyes flashed with annoyance as he regained his balance somewhat gracefully.

His feline companion, Meowth, looked up at him pityingly, the sun flashing off the golden talisman set in his forehead.

“There’s no time to be standin’ aroun’ stretchin’ and simperin’ like a prissy goil.” purred the alley cat Pokemon. “We gotta get movin’.”

A third person came up behind the bickering pair.

“Can it, you two!” she snapped irritably. Jessie of Team Rocket and James’ partner in crime had beautiful flowing magenta hair and frosty icy blue eyes. And a temper to put a Primeape to shame. “We need a break, Meowth...we’re tired!”

“Youse humans jus’ don’t have the endurance us pokes do.” chuckled Meowth, dodging a kick from James.

Jessie snorted and looked out down the hill. The walk from Mount Moon was all downhill, thank goodness. As her eyes traveled down the path leading to the distant Pewter City, they focused onto a dark object a little off the path and in the grass.

“Hey... you guys... what’s that?” Jessie asked, pointing down at the dark lump. James squinted and put his hand over his forehead.

“I can’t quite make out what it is..”

“Well, let’s go look, shan’t we?” Meowth pushed past his two friends and dropped to all fours. “Last one there is a rotten Exeggcute!”

He took off, tail waving upright in the air like a banner.

“I’m always the rotten Exeggcute,” sighed James as he and Jessie followed Meowth at a more leisurely pace down the hill. Overhead, the sun shone mirror bright in a perfect pastel blue sky filled with downy clouds, floating by like Mareeps. A distant Fearow called out, its rasping cry mingled in with the soft whickering of Rattatas.

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“This is a pretty big oasis,” moaned Shadow, all his enthusiasm gone as they followed the slightly larger stream. It had been a few hours since the discovery, and the sun was beating mercilessly down on all their heads. The heat was getting to all of them, and only the need for something familiar and known kept them from biting each other’s heads off.

“We’ll Shadow,” growled Hydro, “I’d seem smaller if you’d just be quiet for a little while!”

“What’s that supposed to mean!?”

“You know exactly-”

“Hey!” cut in Blade before the two could start bickering again, like they had just a half-hour before, “The heat is getting to all of us. I think we should take a break; get in the shade and drink some water to cool off. The stream will wait, and we have about as much time as we want to follow it.”

“Good idea,” said Shadow, perking up.

Hydro nodded, and all three flopped down in the shade of a large fern. The temperature instantly cooled, and all three took the flask that Blade carried and drank greedily.

“Although we can’t do this when we’re in the desert,” said Blade after wiping his mouth on his sleeve. He passed the water to Hydro, who refilled it in the stream, “We’ll have to ration it.”

“Well, we may not even have to travel in the desert,” said Shadow with a small shrug, “We don’t know if this is a main forest or an oasis, after all.”

“Not anymore,” remarked Blade, “It seems a little large to be an oasis.”

“You never know,” said Hydro after a moments thought, “after all, in Orre there’s a city that’s built in an oasis.”

“That big, huh?”

Hydro nodded, and the group fell into silence. There was little sound in the jungle besides the constant buzzing of insects and the occasional cry of some mysterious bird. It seemed to all that they were alone.

“You know,” said Shadow, breaking the silence, “I always thought of the ancient times as filled with Pokemon and life… this just seems rather deserted.”

“I was thinking that, too,” said Hydro, nodding, “Why haven’t we seen anything besides that Anorith?”

“Don’t know,” said Blade, standing up, “But the break’s over. Lets get moving again.”

Shadow groaned, and the others gave him a sharp glare before moving off, making the blonde boy jog to catch up. The insects quieted slightly as they moved, then resumed their chorus with renewed zeal, almost as if trying to make up for their previous faltering.

“Well,” said Blade cheerfully, “It looks like we didn’t have to start complaining, after all. See?” he pointed to the bushes before them where the stream disappeared, “There’s a lake right past those.”

“Really?” said Shadow, trotting forward. He parted the bushes and cheered, “Heck yeah! Man, I’m glad we finally found it!”

Hydro looked around while the others filled the flasks yet again with fresh water. The lake was fairly large, and there were dozens of small streams that branched off from it into the forest all around. He suspected that this might even be the feeding lake for the entire oasis. His eyes widened as he looked at the center of the lake, however, and he shook Shadow to get him to look as well.

“What the-”

In the middle of the lake was a small island, and on that island rose a huge and elaborately ornamented pillar. It seemed almost man-made, and that is what surprised Hydro so. By all their calculations, humans should not have been in this ancient world, yet here was a testimony to an advanced civilization!

“What’s a pillar doing here?” asked Blade, his brow furrowing.

“Look, though,” said Shadow, “it has… spikes or something on its side!”

Indeed the gigantic pillar did have some sort of projections on its side. They numbered at four on each face, made of what seemed to be onyx or obsidian. The body of the pillar seemed suspiciously like pure gold, the way it flashed and glittered in the sun, and its sides seemed to be encrusted with different forms of jewels.

“Let’s get a closer look,” said Blade, coming out into the open to look for a place to cross the water.

WHO DARES TO ENTER MY DOMAIN?

“What the heck was that?” asked Shadow, his voice squeaking slightly as they all jumped at the booming voice in their heads.

“Look!” gasped Hydro, pointing to the tip of the pillar.

The top of the pillar was a four siding triangle… a pyramid in shape, and had beautiful curving black designs on each face. But now, as the three below watched in awe, the designs parted and opened to reveal four glittering and flashing rubies of gigantic proportions. The jewels sparked in the red sun, and suddenly moved to focus on the intruders.

STATE THY NAMES AND PURPOSES, INTRUDERS, OR BE DESTROYED!

“Uh…” said Hydro as he was pushed from behind by Shadow, “My name is Hydro, this is Shadow, and Blade.” He stammered nervously, “We… uh… well, we just want some water and a way to get out of this place.”

SO YOU ARE NOT FROM HERE? Boomed the creature, eyes somehow narrowing.

“No,” said Blade, “We come from far away.”

YOU ARE NOT TELLING THE WHOLE TRUTH, snarled the pillar, its ruby eyes glowing, PREPARE FOR DESTRUCTION

“Hey, wait!” yelled Shadow, coming forward, “We just want to get back home! Celebi blasted us here through time from an attack… I don’t know if you’d know of that Pokemon? We’re lost, confused, and we don’t even know what you are, where we are, or how we’re ever gonna get back! Go easy on us, whatever you are…”

YOU TELL THE TRUTH, stated the creature, its eyes returning to normal, I HAVE NOT HEARD OF THIS CELEBI YOU SPEAK OF, THOUGH POKEMON I KNOW OF WELL ENOUGH, here a sound that seemed like a chuckle emanated from the pillar, I AM KNOWN AS AN OBELISK, A MEMBER OF AN ANCIENT RACE OF POKEMON THAT HAVE BEEN ON THE EARTH SINCE ANY CREATURE CAN REMEMBER.

“Wait, you’re a Pokemon!?” asked Shadow disbelievingly.

OF COURSE, said the Obelisk, ONE OF THE FIRST. YOU SAY YOU ARE FROM ANOTHER TIME? Here, the Pokemon sounded very curious, TELL ME OF IT. IT HAS BEEN LONG SINCE I HAVE SPOKEN WITH ANOTHER, FOR NONE HAVE EVER DARED TO DISTURB ME.

Shadow looked at the others, and they shrugged. It was better to give the giant creature what it wanted, after all, since the group had a feeling it could destroy them without a thought. They waded through the shallow lake and emerged upon the soft green grass of the island. The Obelisk was even larger up close, and Hydro had to crane his neck back to see the top of it.

ALLOW ME TO MAKE CONVERSATION MORE COMFORTABLE, said the Obelisk.

With a grinding roar, the Pokemon glowed with garnet light and lifted from its spot on the ground. The boys stared with open mouths as it floated to what seemed to be a prepared spot in the water, and lowered itself down into a deep hole. When it finally stopped, the Obelisk’s ruby eyes were almost level with that of the boys on the shore.

“Okay, then…” said Shadow with a trembling voice. He cleared his throat, and began again, “Okay, this is the story… our story. It began with an evil, power hungry organization known as…”


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“Are we there yet?”

“No.”

“How about now? Are we there yet?”

“Ash, CAN IT!”

“Ow! You don’t have to hit me!”

“Pika! Pika chu chu!”

“You two are worse than a old married couple.”

“Brock, shut up!”

“Brock, shut up!”

“Touchy, touchy..”

Banter shot back and forth between the trio of old friends as they moved through Virdian Forest. Shafts of sunlight filtered down through the gently swaying leaves of the canopy, creating a lush golden glow throughout the forest. Butterfree danced around lazily in meadows while Spearows flitted from tree to tree, pecking at the soft bark in hopes of uncovering a meal of juicy grubs and beetles.

Ash, a young boy of fourteen years with slightly untidy jet-black hair, had just arrived in his homeland after defeating the Hoenn League for a much-deserved vacation with only his Pikachu and his two oldest friends, Misty and Brock. Misty was an attractive young woman with a shock of orange hair tied back in a ponytail and a temper to match a Typhlosion. Her much more sedate companion, Brock, spoke in a lazy drawl and his eyes were always half-closed, an aspect of his slow but dependable persona. Although he wasn’t so slow if he happened to catch a glimpse of a Nurse Joy...

Ash stretched and yawned, letting his concentration drift.

“Tot-a-diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiillllllle!”

“Waaaaaaaah!”

Ash yelped and tripped, crashing down face first into loamy grass. Pikachu landed beside him, headfirst in the soil.

Misty gasped and bent down to Ash.

“You alright, Ash?” she asked worriedly, her forehead creasing.

“Ptooey....yes...relatively...” Ash muttered darkly as he looked up at the small blue reptile standing before him. The Totodile did a little jig, giggling gleefully.

“A wild Totodile in this place? That’s unusual..” drawled Brock as he pulled Ash to his feet.

The Totodile stopped dancing and looked up at them again, its gaze more intense.

“Toto toto totoooo!” it squealed, turning and pointing up the path ahead them. It turned back to the trio and jumped up and down.

“Diiiiiiiile!” it finished, a bit empathically.

“Uh.....what?” Ash blinked.

“Ash, you moron! It wants us to follow it..right, little guy?” asked Misty. The Totodile cried out happily and started up another bizarre little jig. Suddenly, it dropped to all fours and took off.

“Totodile!”

“Come on, let’s go!” yelled Ash, taking off after the Totodile, with his loyal Pikachu in hot pursuit.

“Wait up, you-you moron.” snarled Misty as she broke into a jog with Brock following close behind.

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“I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts....there they are all a-standing in a rooooooowwwww..dee-dee-dee-dee....” Aeris sang softly to herself as she swayed slightly. Her foot was getting sore, though.

The blonde girl was jolted from her reverie at the thunder of approaching feet.

About time, too...

From her upside-down perspective, she saw three approaching people...a red-haired girl, a brown-haired older guy, and a young guy in a hat with a Pikachu. He looked strangely familiar...

Aeris’s heart began to beat rapidly.

Oh my God. It’s Ash. Ash Ketchum.

She went into a state of dazed shock as memories played in her head...

When she and her fellow champions had been introduced into the Elite of the National Pokemon League, they had met Ash, who at that time been the current Champion of the Kanto Region. He had been twenty when they were fourteen, and they had all looked up to him....when he died in the advent of the first Andros invasion of Kanto, they had all been heartbroken...

“Maverick, you fool. ” groaned Aeris. By this time, Ash and his friends were drawing to a stop and looking up at her with stupefied confusion and curiosity.

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Brock immediately went gaga over the blonde trainer stuck in the tree.

“A damsel in distress! This has made my day!” he crowed as he gazed up at the girl, eyes shining with newborn love.

“Lovely maiden, do you require-Yeaaaaaargh!”

“Not now, Brock.” snarled Misty as she loosened her grip on the hapless boy’s ear. Meanwhile, Ash had already gotten the girl down safely.

“Thanks, kiddo.” panted the girl as she sat down and massaged her sore foot. “I owe you one.”

“Is that your Totodile?” asked Ash, pointing at the Totodile dancing its now-familiar jig beside the blonde girl.

“This idiot? Yep, he’s my partner. His name is Maverick. And my name is Aeris.” sighed the blonde as she jabbed a thumb in Maverick’s direction. She wore casual attire, simply baggy jeans with a tight sleeveless white top and fingerless black gloves. A single Net Ball hung from her belt, presumably Maverick’s.

“Aeris, what a lovely name!” gushed Brock, but immediately went silent with a frosty glare from Misty.

“This is Misty, that’s Brock, and my name is Ash Ketchum. And this is Pikachu,” finished Ash. Pikachu raised a hand in greeting.

“I know.” Aeris stood up and stretched.

“Uh...how’d you know?” asked Ash, puzzled. Aeris suddenly smacked her forehead.

“Never you mind.” she snapped as she picked up the hyper Maverick and set him on her shoulder. “It’s been nice, guys, but I gotta go look for my friend.”

“But wait! How’d you get stuck in that tree?” blurted out Brock. Aeris shrugged.

“It’s a long story..” She turned to go, but Ash blocked her path.

“Maybe we could help you find your friend!” he grinned.

Aeris ground her teeth.

Was he really this annoying as a kid? Exasperated, she threw up her hands.

“Fine! Come if you want, I guess.” she grumbled.

I’m too soft...dammed kids.

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I SEE… said the Obelisk after a long and uneasy pause, THIS IS TROUBLING… VERY TROUBLING…

“And that’s why we need to get back,” said Hydro, “We need to help our friends and finish our quest so the world can be saved.”

I FEAR YOUR SMALL GROUP ALONE CAN DO LITTLE AGAINST THE THREAT FROM THE FUTURE, said the Obelisk, it’s eyes wavering down to sweep over the three on the island, EVEN WITH THE GODDESS REBORN, MAY SHE LIVE FOREVER.

“What are you getting at?” asked Blade suspiciously, eying the giant ornamented Pokemon.

YOU NEED AN ARMY TO RIVAL THAT OF THE ANDROS IF YOU EVER HOPE TO SUCEED IN YOUR QUEST, said the Pokemon bluntly.

“But we do!” said Shadow, “The humans and Pokemon of all the regions will come to fight-”

YOU WILL NEED MORE THAN THAT, interrupted the Obelisk, FOR THERE IS A CHANCE THAT THE GODDESS WILL NOT BE WITH YOU TO FIGHT THE ARMY. YOU MUST BE SURE IN YOUR POWER, OR YOU SHALL FALL... AND IT SHALL BE A LONG FALL INDEED… the ancient creature growled the last words, almost as if remembering something.

“Then what do we need?” asked Hydro, almost afraid of the answer.

YOU SHALL NEED AN ARMY THAT WILL NOT LOSE, replied the Obelisk, AN ARMY OF THE DEAD.

What?!” squeaked Shadow, backing away slightly.

GO NORTH THROUGH THE GREAT DESERT, said the Pokemon, ignoring Shadow, THERE, YOU WILL FIND THE ALPHA OF THE ARMALDO. SPEAK TO HER, AND IF SHE DEEMS YOU WORTHY, SHE WILL DIRECT YOU TO YOUR NEXT DESTINATION. GAIN AS MANY ALLIES AS YOU CAN, YOUNG ONES, AND YOU WILL GATHER AN ARMY TO STRIKE FEAR INTO THE FUTURE TIMES.

“Alright,” said Blade, “but what about you?”

GO, said the Obelisk, I AM TIRED, AND MUST SLEEP NOW IF I HOPE TO WAKE IN TIME FOR THE WAR. SEEK ME OUT IN YOUR OWN TIME, WHEN YOU ARRIVE THERE. YOU HAVE GAINED THE OBELISK TRIBE AS YOUR GENERALS.

“We thank you, great Obelisk,” said Blade gravely, bowing.

MY NAME IS GIORN, muttered the gigantic Pokemon, and then it was silent. The small group of boys backed up as the red glow engulfed it once more, and it rose to its previous spot on the island. After a few moments, the group could sense the small yet deep grumbling of snoring echoing in their heads.

“Okay,” whispered Blade, “Lets go.”

“To the… desert?” asked Shadow a little hesitantly.

“That’s where it told us to go, and now we at least have a purpose before we somehow get back to our own time.”

“But how will we do that?” asked Hydro as they began to walk, “We certainly don’t have the power of time travel, and I don’t know any other way to get back unless we want to become members of the dead army!”

“Don’t even say that,” groaned Shadow, shuddering.

“We’ll get back,” said Blade, “We have to…”

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“Oh, my..” whispered the young woman as she drew near what they had been heading for. A deep, brutal scar was gouged into the ground, and at the end of it was the crumpled form of what looked like a young girl, sixteen at the very least. Only four years younger than the twenty-year old Jessie.

James knelt to examine the girl. Her body was grotesquely crumpled like paper and a thin trickle of blood trailed out of her mouth. Her face and clothes were smeared in dirt and uprooted grass from the collision she had apparently suffered with the ground.

“Don’t tell me she fell from the sky?” exclaimed Meowth, scratching his head and looking puzzled.

“So it would appear,” commented James in his usual soft tone. “What do you propose we do, Jessie?” His green eyes locked onto Jessie’s, and her heart gave a small flutter.

“Um...we can’t leave her lying there. Let’s move a little further into the trees and set up camp. It’s almost evening anyway. We can see what we can do for the poor girl.”

James nodded and gently lifted up the girl. His expression was one of surprise.

“She’s pretty light.” His voice was startled. Meowth shrugged impatiently.

“Whatever, ‘mon! Let’s go...or are youse guys gonna stand around?”

James huffed and stalked forwards, following Jessie and the Meowth into the woods.

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“How big is this desert?” asked Shadow once more, making both other boys bristle and clench their teeth. The annoying boy had been asking the same question every few minutes not a half-hour since they had set out.

“Shadow,” said Blade quietly, “Please be quiet, or I shall personally rip your tongue out.”

“Okay, okay,” sighed Shadow, “But it’s kinda boring out here… How about we talk about something?”

“Like what?” asked Hydro, glad to actually have something to do besides think of the sweltering heat the shimmered up off from the red grit beneath their feet.

“Umm… how about the rest of the group?” asked Shadow, slightly hesitant, “Like, what do you think Raven or Terra is doing right now? I bet they’re back in our own time already, waiting on us to arrive. They were always more efficient than us…”

“Probably,” snorted Hydro, feeling the beginning of a slightly better mood rise in him, “Or both of them could be fighting some giant creature, and having fun doing it. I know Terra would. They may even be looking for us…”

“They could even be in the same situation as us,” said Blade tersely, “And that’s why we have to make the best time we can so we can get to the Armaldo lands.”

“Really,” began Shadow thoughtfully, “How would Armaldo lands be in the desert? Don’t they live in water?”

“We don’t know that for sure,” said Hydro, getting into the new discussion, “All we know is information from resurrected fossils and the few studies we’ve done. Even so, not many people have Armaldo… I only know of two of the creatures right now, and both of them are on Victory Island.”

“Yeah, but didn’t a few people in Cherrygrove have some?”

“They might have,” shrugged Hydro, “If they did, I didn’t see them.”

“I saw one,” said Blade, turning slightly with his eyes shining, “Hydro, you know you were too busy boasting about your team to see anything! A woman had it; said she found the fossil that she resurrected it from in the Hoenn desert.”

“Yeah, I heard there’s a bunch of fossils hidden out there,” agreed Hydro, “Just like in Orre. The deserts always hold some interesting things.”

“Like what’s coming at us right now…” said Shadow suspiciously, drawing his katana and gesturing towards the strangely swirling sands before them.

A mysterious sound that seemed alluringly like whale song echoed though the driving wind, and the sand before the group shifted and moved as if some giant thing beneath it were writhing. Blade stumbled back as the sand under his feet heaved, knocking into Hydro who in turn fell into Shadow. The entire group dropped onto the red grit, knocking the breath from their bodies as they looked around in wild confusion for the source of the phenomenon.

With an abrupt hiss, the dirt to the left of the group exploded upwards and just as suddenly settled back into place, giving the appearance of some gigantic portion of a sea serpent undulating though the surf. The occurrence was repeated behind and to the right of them. Blade struggled up, closely followed by Hydro and Shadow, and looked with guarded curiosity as the humps of sand continued to rise and fall.

The sand was beginning to rise even higher now, and as the grit slid off whatever was beneath it the boys could catch glimpses of some dull tan carapace… almost like that of some enormous millipede, flash in the sun before disappearing in its element. Blade slowly drew a small, hidden dagger from his boot, though he was convinced it would be of very little use against such a creature.

His thoughts were confirmed as the red grit flew into the sky no more than twenty yards from where they were standing. The gigantic, flat head of some strange and ugly creature emerged, and Hydro gasped as he saw it. It was enormous, indeed, and its eyes, so very small and bead-like where they were set on the sides of the head, were very easily the size of beach balls. Inside the gigantic, ever open maw, at least three rows of teeth flashed, each tooth as long as Shadow’s own katana. With a squeak, the light-haired boy lowered his weapon.

“What do we do?” he asked, backing up as the dark, soulless eyes of the creature locked upon the three standing under it.

“There’s only one think we can do,” said Blade, slipping the dagger back into his boot, “RUN!!!”

With a yell, he turned and sprinted across the sands. Hydro followed him instantly, and, after a moment to sheath his katana, so did Shadow. The worm-creature trilled in its whale-like voice, and slammed headfirst into the sand behind them to give chase. The sand flew into the sky where it had passed.

Blade picked up the pace, running as he had never run in all his life. Hydro, who was a better runner than the others, ran beside him easily. Shadow struggled to keep up, not used to running in such amounts. Blade looked back, and, upon seeing Shadow’s predicament, slowed the pace down so that the other boy could catch up.

“We’re dead, we are SO dead!” Shadow panted, cursing.

“Just keep running,” gasped Blade, “It might lose interest in us…”

“Are you kidding?” said Hydro easily, not tired as of yet from the running, “This thing is toying with us! Do you really think it would have gone through all the trouble of putting on that show of sand if it hadn’t been planning this to begin with?! It’s obviously much faster than us; the worm is just letting us tire out for its own entertainment, like how a Persian plays with a beaten Rattata!”

“Then there’s no hope…”

There is always hope!

From the dune before them, a line of shadowed creatures rose. All three boys pulled to a stop, surprised and frightened by this sudden show of numbers and the mysterious voice that had called so strongly from the sands. They whirled around, though, as the grit behind them rose and the worm reared into the sky, its needle-sharp teeth grinding in anticipation.

As if on some unseen signal, all the shadows on the dune roared. From each one came a torrent of clear blue water, hissing though the air and sand to hit the gigantic worm head on. The immense beast screamed in protest, closing its maw and flailing its great head into the sky. As the water continued, it squealed a final, gut-wrenching squeal and sank down into the muddy ground, it’s song silenced as it slithered away in defeat.

The three boys watched this with mouths agape, still in shock of their brush with death and amazing rescue. Shadow was the first to sink down upon the sands as his legs gave out, in part from running but mostly from faintness. Hydro followed him soon after, and as Blade tried to help the others get up from the red dirt, he too felt the overwhelming tiredness sink upon him. With a final, bleary gaze at his rescuers, he closed his eyes and slept.
 
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ChibiYukiakariRyuu

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oO''''''' That was teh awesome! Although I realized that with both...was it Misty, an Jessie, you compared their tempers to pokemon. It's kinda of....different when the perspectives kept on switching back and forth between the two groups. (By the way, different doesn't mean bad). On another note...isn't Serra Jessie's...um...daughter? I'm very curious as to what will result if Serra's gang meets up with them, as well as traveling with Ash and Misty more. ^^;; Superb job Spec and Azure!
 
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Gatene

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OMG that was a really awesome chapter, it totally exceeded my expectations for just this chapter.

'tis on the site now, enjoy I named it : Giorn's Oasis

Gatene
 
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ClefairyTenchi

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That was marvelous! I like the Obelisk, Giorn. He's very interesting. I like this chapter a lot. I can't wait to see the dialogue between Aeris and the woman who tries to kill her in the future, Misty. I'm also reeeeeeeelly interested in seeing the dialogue between Serra and her mother. And the dialogue, well, you get the idea.

Now, at the permission of Spectreon, I, ClefairyTenchi, Lord of Cuteness and Love Pig of the Mighty AzureFlygon, will now post my own little scene. I wrote it a couple days ago, but the Prophecy was from a few weeks ago and ties into Giorn's conversation w/ Blade, Hydro, and Shadow. It takes place on top of a very tall mountain in the Infinity Mountain Range, the mountain range that divides Kanto and Johto from the Northern half of the continent which they both sit on. And here it is, "Moonlight Prophecy." Enjoy!

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Its name was Delphi. It was a shrine of History. But a shrine unlike any other. It sat atop a great mountain, surrounded by a forest of Satellite Dishes, each facing the Heavens like so many stargazers. It had stood on that mountain for thousands of years, chronicling history and predicting the things to come with the help of powerful Xatu. But it had been void of Xatu for three decades, they did not survive easily in this cold climate. The creation of the Internet and the birth of the first Porygon had greatly assisted them. Now, it sat in the sky, compiling all the data it could receive to predict anything from tomorrow's weather on the other side of the world to the outcome of a war with extreme accuracy.

The need for trances induced by Paras spores was long gone. Now, the prophets sat in a shrine that resembled a Space Station, their minds all connected to the super computer named Apollo. Apollo was the home for the numerous Porygon X which had replaced the Xatu who once lived in Delphi. Porygon X resembled crystalline Xatu in memory of their formers. Each Porygon X worked with a human, compiling data from all over the world in conjunction with their human prophet to monitor the global situation. On occasion, someone would make the treacherous journey to Delphi to discover their fate. However, this day, the world's fate would be predicted.

For, the creation of modern technology had opened a small rift between this world and another. A world home to the Scribes of Time. On rare occasions, the Scribes would send Delphi a cryptic prophecy. Today was one of those rare occasions.

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Luna sat in her chair, her mind scrolling through the endless archives of knowledge held within Apollo. Sibyl, her own Porygon X, monitored her like Apollo monitored the earth. Sibyl could tell she was bored, though the world had been plagued with Andros, they had recently stopped due to the efforts of the Goddess. Because Luna was still a beginner Prophet, she was never given real prophecies. Sibyl knew that its prophet had a brilliant mind and could be great, but Sibyl also knew that she would have to prove herself. Suddenly, Sibyl detected an e-mail in Luna's inbox. Luna had recently begun chatting in forums under the name Oracle777. However, the sender of this e-mail had no address that Sibyl recognized.

"Luna," began Sibyl, "you have an e-mail from an unknown sender."

"Really?" she asked interested. Immediately logging onto her account, she discovered an e-mail from m1$$1ng#9@??????.DM. "Ooooookaaaaay," said Luna, confused at the strange address. However, virus scans checked out and she had nothing better to do so, praying it was something cool, she opened it. Immediately her mind was presented with what read like a poem.

In the time of darkness, when Iron wars with Flesh,
and man brings itself to its knees,
the creators of the Iron shall create salvation
and the Goddess shall rise again.

The Goddess shall sing her sacred song,
and the dead and buried shall rise.
Transcendently she shall strike down the three,
and her voice shall purify.

But when the gates fling open, Heaven shall burn
and the Goddess' song shall drown.
The Beast of the Sky shall war with the Lord of Heaven
and existence shall be decided.

After a moment, Luna realized that it read just like a prophecy. Then it began to make sense. The Iron warring with Flesh was obviously the war between Andros and Pokemon. The second stanza seemed to indicate a victory for Pokemon, but the third made no sense at all. What gates? And what did they mean by 'Heaven shall burn'? This worried her, but she would have to discuss it with all of Delphi. It could be just a prank, it would be necessary to analyze it for authenticity. However, if it was genuine, Earth as she knew it could be in trouble.

"Shall I form a link?" asked Sibyl unnecessarily.

"Yes, and while you're at it, search for the location of the Goddess. We may need to notify her."
 
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“Sounds like a plan to me,” said Shadow, shrugging, “I just wish I could get back… I mean, this place is interesting and all, but I’m sure Raven must be worrying about me by now…”
Um...if the others are in a time-zone ahead of Shadow and gang, then all they've done has already happened there.

Apart from other things like this in the chapter (time thingies), it's brilliant. Keep it up!

~EC
 
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Oh...my.....god. This is the freakiest thing. It's everyone we know and love (or hate) and this cast of characters, they know them, and the army of the dead, the Song..pant...wheeze...

Wow.
 
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