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Giratina and the Sky Warrior Novelization (Major Spoiler Warning)
Started by Destiny Hope February 7th, 2009 12:40 PM- 1246 views
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Age 26
preparing for the battle of the millennium
Seen August 15th, 2009
Posted July 13th, 2009
106
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15
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I'm going to attempt to post another fanfic, and I'll do my best to finish it this time. As I said in the title, this is a novelization of Giratina and the Sky Warrior, and if you haven't seen the movie and don't want major spoilers, don't read it. Also, I'm going to be using a lot of Japanese Pokemon names and some Japanese phrases, so I'll let you know when those are going to come up. There aren't too many in this first chapter, and the ones I do use are pretty obvious, but I'll give you a list anyway:
Shield Flare = Japanese translation of Seed Flare
Sheimi = Shaymin (pretty obvious)
Daijobu = "No need to worry" or "It's okay"
Satoshi = Ash
Takeshi = Brock
Hikari = Dawn
I did veer off of the actual storyline a little bit and made up some scenes just to keep things interesting, but I didn't change anything too much. The one big thing I changed in this chapter is that Infi, who's a holographic projection in the movie, is an actual human girl. It's not what you're used to, I know, but please bear with me.
I'll try not to have any big breaks in between posts, but with the amount of homework I've been getting lately, who knows? Comments and constructive criticism are welcome, and please enjoy!
Pocket Monsters, or Pokemon for short, are the many mysterious and magnificent creatures that populate every corner of this planet. 100...200…300…possibly even over 400 species exist today, and countless others have yet to be discovered. They live in the sky, the sea, the forests, the mountains, the grasslands, and even in the cities. Here, intense contests called Pokemon battles are held. In these contests, the Pokemon of two or more Pokemon trainers are pitted against each other in tests of speed, skill, strength, and strategy. To the victor go glory and fame. The loser isn’t so lucky. It is the goal of a Pokemon trainer to win as many battles and meet as many kinds of Pokemon as possible on their journeys so that they may become stronger and never lose to an opponent.
Not all Pokemon trainers live to battle, though. There are some trainers who raise Pokemon with a kindness and care and communicate heart-to-heart with them so as to better understand them. This, in its own way, is one of the factors that affects how many battles a trainer can win. A trainer who raises their Pokemon purely for power will never go as far as the trainer with the connection and understanding of their Pokemon’s feelings.
Of course, there are many tales about these magnificent creatures. Some date back to a time before time and have been handed down through the generations to reach the trainers of today. Other tales have just recently been written by our young heroes Satoshi, Hikari, and Takeshi as they continue their Pokemon journeys together. Of course, they couldn’t have written the tales we’ve come to love today without the help of every life they’ve touched in the process.
In this particular tale that is about to unfold, several new lives of people and Pokemon will be added to the many that have, in a way, become part of our heroes’ ever-expanding family. This tale had its beginnings in Alamos Town with Dialga, Palkia, and Darkrai, and it continues now with a Pokemon called Sheimi...
I was thirsty from walking through the dense, green forest all day, and I just wanted a drink at the forest lake. That was all, I swear. How could I have known; how could anyone ever have known that it would lead to this?
I sniffed the air curiously, and I caught the scent of water on a slight breeze. It didn’t smell far, either. I quickened my pace and ran down the dusty path, sniffing the air occasionally to make sure I was still going the right way. It wasn’t long before the path fanned out and the emerald-green grasses that had risen on either side of me all day fell away. Ahead was a huge, glassy lake.
I sighed in relief, giving myself a little shake to get rid of any dust or dirt I might have picked up during the day. I sneezed once, and then, satisfied with my grooming; I took a look at the lake I had found. It was eerily still; there wasn’t a single ripple on its mirror-like surface. It reflected the weeping willows around it absolutely flawlessly. There was something odd about it, though. The reflected images were almost too perfect to be truly real. But I was too thirsty to let that stop me. I swallowed my fear and lowered my head to the water to drink. It was wonderfully cool and refreshing and
I was so absorbed in trying to get as much of it into my mouth as possible without choking that I jumped about five feet in the air when there was a flash of brightest blue on the lake’s opposite bank.
Huge, forbidding, and looking oddly out of place, Dialga was standing across the lake from me, peering around. I watched him warily, but when he showed no purpose more sinister than leaning down for a drink himself, my fear faded away. I was just about to lower my had back down to get a little more water when something happened so fast that it was hard to tell what it was. One second, Dialga was drinking peacefully from the pool, and the next, something huge shot out of the water, grabbed Dialga around the neck, and began to drag him in. Dialga wasn’t going down without a fight, though. He struggled violently against the giant thing, which was now wrapping its coils around Dialga’s body, and more than once, he seemed to gain the upper hand. Every time this happened, though, the giant thing would bite Dialga’s tail mercilessly and drag him back down towards the lake’s surface, which was no longer still in the least.
They were thrashing around so much that the air currents around me were tangibly stirred up—so much, in fact, that I was thrown high into the air. I shut my eyes in terror, praying that I wouldn’t land in the water, but when I opened them again, my fate was far worse than what I had imagined. I had somehow managed to land on the tip of one of Dialga’s back spikes, and I clung to it with everything I had, knowing that if I fell off, it would surely be the end of me. At that moment, the giant thing won out. It sank its teeth into Dialga’s tail once again and finally succeeded in dragging him—along with me—into the lake.
As soon as I hit the water, I realized that it wasn’t wet at all. It was a bit cold, but it didn’t feel remotely like water at all. For a few seconds, the three of us were shooting sickeningly fast through a tunnel of bright purple light, and the next, everything went eerily still and quiet. Even Dialga, who had managed to release himself from the giant thing (which I now recognized to be a Pokemon called Giratina), had frozen in mid-air to look around. Through my fear, I dimly registered this new place to be a world apart from ours (we must have gotten here through the purple tunnel). I suppose it was beautiful. It terrified me.
The stillness was shattered a second later by Dialga, who darted high into the air, shaking me off again, and launched a huge golden Hyper Beam at Giratina. I wasn’t sure what happened next, but as I fell through the air, legs wiggling, something white-hot flew over my head and slammed into Dialga’s chest. I landed right on the edge of a piece of land that seemed to be floating, and I struggled to pull myself up so as not to fall to my death. No sooner had I gotten onto the land that another burst of fire flew so close to me that it ruffled my fur. A second later, a haunting cry rent the air and something purplish-blue shot over me: the most devastating attack Dialga had in his arsenal—Roar of Time.
I tried not to focus on the incredible deadly power of the moves they were using, but it was hard. The bangs and the explosions and shrieks of the two giants were almost too much for me to bear. But when they started to kick up enough dust to make a housekeeper faint, I couldn’t resist performing a very special move of mine. I shut my eyes in concentration—and partly to block out the air battle—and drew all the dust into the flowers on either side of my head. Instantly, I felt the pressure start to build up inside me. Oh, why did this always have to happen when I tried that move? And why now, at the worst of times?
Giratina and Dialga, closely entwined in mortal combat once again, crashed to the ground in front of me, launching me into the air for the third time. At that moment, the pressure in me reached an almost unbearable level, as did my fear. “SHIELD FLARE!!” I shrieked, my two flowers lighting up with a bright green glow. A resounding bang echoed through the distorted dimension, and I, though I struggled against it, was sucked up through the dimensional hole my Shield Flare had created. I knew in an instant that this would be it for me, but part of me still harbored some faint hope that I wouldn’t land on anything too hard this time. * * *
I had been half asleep when Sheimi’s Shield Flare had gone off, and that was enough to disorient me completely. Having spent almost seven years on a huge battleship called the Megaliba, I thought we were being attacked.
“Infi! Why are they shooting at us?!”
Infi was an absolutely brilliant sixteen-year-old girl who piloted the Megaliba as well as being my sole companion and my best friend. She was also the only thing that stopped me from mixing up the brake pedal with the accelerator and slamming the ship into the side of a cliff. Infi was at my side wherever I went most of the time, and now was no different.
“Shh…no one’s shooting at us,” she said gently, laying a hand on my shoulder. “Sheimi just unleashed a Shield Flare, that’s all. She’s gone now. Dialga was here before, too, but he flew out through Sheimi’s dimensional hole. You can go back to sleep now if you want to. I assure you, it’s perfectly safe.”
“No, Infi, I...I’m not tired,” I said, not as smoothly as I’d hoped to. Truthfully, I hadn’t really slept ever since I’d gotten to the Megaliba for fear we’d be attacked if I let my guard down. I was dead tired all the time now, but I couldn’t let Infi know. She worried enough about me already. I had a feeling she knew anyway, though...
“Don’t try to lie to me, Zero-sama. I know you too well. And I swear, as long as I have the shields up, which I do now, nothing can get you. Daijobu.”
“Wait, did you say Sheimi unleashed a Shield Flare? And that Dialga was here?” Just the sound of those two words—Shield Flare—were enough to stop me from closing my eyes and letting my head drop back onto the dashboard out of exhaustion. “And her Shield Flare opened a dimensional hole...do I have that right, Infi?” I could never guess what her reactions would be to things, but this time, I certainly didn’t expect her to suddenly look very suspicious.
“Yes, but…oh, no, please don’t go getting any more crazy ideas…”
“I’m not, I’m just…where’s Giratina now, then?”
“He’s, um…well, in a bit of trouble…” An image flashed onto the screen in front of me, nearly blinding me after having stayed in the darkness of the ship for so long. I had to blink a few times before I could see clearly. On the screen, Giratina was flying up towards a glowing purple portal in the sky, but when he got near to it, he seemed to be bounced back to where he was before.
“Why on Earth does he keep ramming his head into…nothing?”
Infi gave a silvery laugh that was reminiscent of wind chimes. “He’s not ramming his head into anything, silly. See, when he and Dialga were battling earlier—you kind of missed that, by the way—Dialga was getting beaten up pretty badly. He had to end the battle, so when Sheimi opened her dimensional portal, he stuck Giratina in a time loop and flew out free.”
“Time loop? What’s that mean?”
“Bluntly, it means Giratina can’t leave the Reverse World…or at least, not until a new Shield Flare portal is opened to break the time loop.”
“The old one’s not still open, is it? ‘Cause if it is, I should be in the Reverse World, in my place, not here. Can you check that, Infi?”
“Even if it was still open, this ship doesn’t fly that fast. We’d never make it in time,” Infi said. “I’m sorry…I know how much you want to be back there.”
I turned my face away from her, eyes closed, trying not to feel too disappointed. There would be other portals, and I knew it, but how long would it be until the next one was open? “And what of Miss Sheimi?” I sighed, inflections of exhaustion suddenly very prominent in my voice. “The portal must have dropped her somewhere…I mean, she can’t have known where she was headed…”
The image of Giratina, who was now flying around shrieking in despair, was replaced by a view of a wide river ending in a huge waterfall. In the middle of the river, clearly struggling to stay above water and fight the current at the same time was the tiny, green Sheimi. Her effort was futile, though. In the next few seconds, she was swept down the waterfall and into the white, turbulent waters below. With that, the image vanished and the screen went dark. I dropped my head into my hands, disappointed and overcome with exhaustion.
“She’ll be fine, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Infi said softly. “And if you must get any ideas, her Shield Flare could be very useful to us. If we could just capture her, and then maybe Giratina as well, we could potentially save the…what’s wrong? You’re so quiet…”
I lifted my head and gave another long sigh. “I can’t think now, Infi. Sorry…”
“Go to sleep, then,” she said gently. “And don’t try to tell me you’re not tired, Zero-sama. You look terrible; you’re so pale…and you’ve got to be tired.”
“Infi, it’s not safe...” I protested weakly.
“For Arceus’ sake, I’ve got the shields up!” Infi cried, exasperated. Then her expression grew soft again. “Do you want me to set a course for anywhere in particular, or do you want just want to hover around here until we know for sure where and when the next portal’s going to open?”
“Just keep the ship around here for a while,” I said, my voice growing thick.
“As you wish…Zero-sama.”
And that was the last thing I heard before I sank into sleep far more easily than I had hoped. Now, if only everything was that easy… * * *
Shield Flare = Japanese translation of Seed Flare
Sheimi = Shaymin (pretty obvious)
Daijobu = "No need to worry" or "It's okay"
Satoshi = Ash
Takeshi = Brock
Hikari = Dawn
I did veer off of the actual storyline a little bit and made up some scenes just to keep things interesting, but I didn't change anything too much. The one big thing I changed in this chapter is that Infi, who's a holographic projection in the movie, is an actual human girl. It's not what you're used to, I know, but please bear with me.
I'll try not to have any big breaks in between posts, but with the amount of homework I've been getting lately, who knows? Comments and constructive criticism are welcome, and please enjoy!
Prologue
Pocket Monsters, or Pokemon for short, are the many mysterious and magnificent creatures that populate every corner of this planet. 100...200…300…possibly even over 400 species exist today, and countless others have yet to be discovered. They live in the sky, the sea, the forests, the mountains, the grasslands, and even in the cities. Here, intense contests called Pokemon battles are held. In these contests, the Pokemon of two or more Pokemon trainers are pitted against each other in tests of speed, skill, strength, and strategy. To the victor go glory and fame. The loser isn’t so lucky. It is the goal of a Pokemon trainer to win as many battles and meet as many kinds of Pokemon as possible on their journeys so that they may become stronger and never lose to an opponent.
Not all Pokemon trainers live to battle, though. There are some trainers who raise Pokemon with a kindness and care and communicate heart-to-heart with them so as to better understand them. This, in its own way, is one of the factors that affects how many battles a trainer can win. A trainer who raises their Pokemon purely for power will never go as far as the trainer with the connection and understanding of their Pokemon’s feelings.
Of course, there are many tales about these magnificent creatures. Some date back to a time before time and have been handed down through the generations to reach the trainers of today. Other tales have just recently been written by our young heroes Satoshi, Hikari, and Takeshi as they continue their Pokemon journeys together. Of course, they couldn’t have written the tales we’ve come to love today without the help of every life they’ve touched in the process.
In this particular tale that is about to unfold, several new lives of people and Pokemon will be added to the many that have, in a way, become part of our heroes’ ever-expanding family. This tale had its beginnings in Alamos Town with Dialga, Palkia, and Darkrai, and it continues now with a Pokemon called Sheimi...
Chapter I: The Clash of Deities
Sheimi
I was thirsty from walking through the dense, green forest all day, and I just wanted a drink at the forest lake. That was all, I swear. How could I have known; how could anyone ever have known that it would lead to this?
I sniffed the air curiously, and I caught the scent of water on a slight breeze. It didn’t smell far, either. I quickened my pace and ran down the dusty path, sniffing the air occasionally to make sure I was still going the right way. It wasn’t long before the path fanned out and the emerald-green grasses that had risen on either side of me all day fell away. Ahead was a huge, glassy lake.
I sighed in relief, giving myself a little shake to get rid of any dust or dirt I might have picked up during the day. I sneezed once, and then, satisfied with my grooming; I took a look at the lake I had found. It was eerily still; there wasn’t a single ripple on its mirror-like surface. It reflected the weeping willows around it absolutely flawlessly. There was something odd about it, though. The reflected images were almost too perfect to be truly real. But I was too thirsty to let that stop me. I swallowed my fear and lowered my head to the water to drink. It was wonderfully cool and refreshing and
I was so absorbed in trying to get as much of it into my mouth as possible without choking that I jumped about five feet in the air when there was a flash of brightest blue on the lake’s opposite bank.
Huge, forbidding, and looking oddly out of place, Dialga was standing across the lake from me, peering around. I watched him warily, but when he showed no purpose more sinister than leaning down for a drink himself, my fear faded away. I was just about to lower my had back down to get a little more water when something happened so fast that it was hard to tell what it was. One second, Dialga was drinking peacefully from the pool, and the next, something huge shot out of the water, grabbed Dialga around the neck, and began to drag him in. Dialga wasn’t going down without a fight, though. He struggled violently against the giant thing, which was now wrapping its coils around Dialga’s body, and more than once, he seemed to gain the upper hand. Every time this happened, though, the giant thing would bite Dialga’s tail mercilessly and drag him back down towards the lake’s surface, which was no longer still in the least.
They were thrashing around so much that the air currents around me were tangibly stirred up—so much, in fact, that I was thrown high into the air. I shut my eyes in terror, praying that I wouldn’t land in the water, but when I opened them again, my fate was far worse than what I had imagined. I had somehow managed to land on the tip of one of Dialga’s back spikes, and I clung to it with everything I had, knowing that if I fell off, it would surely be the end of me. At that moment, the giant thing won out. It sank its teeth into Dialga’s tail once again and finally succeeded in dragging him—along with me—into the lake.
As soon as I hit the water, I realized that it wasn’t wet at all. It was a bit cold, but it didn’t feel remotely like water at all. For a few seconds, the three of us were shooting sickeningly fast through a tunnel of bright purple light, and the next, everything went eerily still and quiet. Even Dialga, who had managed to release himself from the giant thing (which I now recognized to be a Pokemon called Giratina), had frozen in mid-air to look around. Through my fear, I dimly registered this new place to be a world apart from ours (we must have gotten here through the purple tunnel). I suppose it was beautiful. It terrified me.
The stillness was shattered a second later by Dialga, who darted high into the air, shaking me off again, and launched a huge golden Hyper Beam at Giratina. I wasn’t sure what happened next, but as I fell through the air, legs wiggling, something white-hot flew over my head and slammed into Dialga’s chest. I landed right on the edge of a piece of land that seemed to be floating, and I struggled to pull myself up so as not to fall to my death. No sooner had I gotten onto the land that another burst of fire flew so close to me that it ruffled my fur. A second later, a haunting cry rent the air and something purplish-blue shot over me: the most devastating attack Dialga had in his arsenal—Roar of Time.
I tried not to focus on the incredible deadly power of the moves they were using, but it was hard. The bangs and the explosions and shrieks of the two giants were almost too much for me to bear. But when they started to kick up enough dust to make a housekeeper faint, I couldn’t resist performing a very special move of mine. I shut my eyes in concentration—and partly to block out the air battle—and drew all the dust into the flowers on either side of my head. Instantly, I felt the pressure start to build up inside me. Oh, why did this always have to happen when I tried that move? And why now, at the worst of times?
Giratina and Dialga, closely entwined in mortal combat once again, crashed to the ground in front of me, launching me into the air for the third time. At that moment, the pressure in me reached an almost unbearable level, as did my fear. “SHIELD FLARE!!” I shrieked, my two flowers lighting up with a bright green glow. A resounding bang echoed through the distorted dimension, and I, though I struggled against it, was sucked up through the dimensional hole my Shield Flare had created. I knew in an instant that this would be it for me, but part of me still harbored some faint hope that I wouldn’t land on anything too hard this time. * * *
Zero
I had been half asleep when Sheimi’s Shield Flare had gone off, and that was enough to disorient me completely. Having spent almost seven years on a huge battleship called the Megaliba, I thought we were being attacked.
“Infi! Why are they shooting at us?!”
Infi was an absolutely brilliant sixteen-year-old girl who piloted the Megaliba as well as being my sole companion and my best friend. She was also the only thing that stopped me from mixing up the brake pedal with the accelerator and slamming the ship into the side of a cliff. Infi was at my side wherever I went most of the time, and now was no different.
“Shh…no one’s shooting at us,” she said gently, laying a hand on my shoulder. “Sheimi just unleashed a Shield Flare, that’s all. She’s gone now. Dialga was here before, too, but he flew out through Sheimi’s dimensional hole. You can go back to sleep now if you want to. I assure you, it’s perfectly safe.”
“No, Infi, I...I’m not tired,” I said, not as smoothly as I’d hoped to. Truthfully, I hadn’t really slept ever since I’d gotten to the Megaliba for fear we’d be attacked if I let my guard down. I was dead tired all the time now, but I couldn’t let Infi know. She worried enough about me already. I had a feeling she knew anyway, though...
“Don’t try to lie to me, Zero-sama. I know you too well. And I swear, as long as I have the shields up, which I do now, nothing can get you. Daijobu.”
“Wait, did you say Sheimi unleashed a Shield Flare? And that Dialga was here?” Just the sound of those two words—Shield Flare—were enough to stop me from closing my eyes and letting my head drop back onto the dashboard out of exhaustion. “And her Shield Flare opened a dimensional hole...do I have that right, Infi?” I could never guess what her reactions would be to things, but this time, I certainly didn’t expect her to suddenly look very suspicious.
“Yes, but…oh, no, please don’t go getting any more crazy ideas…”
“I’m not, I’m just…where’s Giratina now, then?”
“He’s, um…well, in a bit of trouble…” An image flashed onto the screen in front of me, nearly blinding me after having stayed in the darkness of the ship for so long. I had to blink a few times before I could see clearly. On the screen, Giratina was flying up towards a glowing purple portal in the sky, but when he got near to it, he seemed to be bounced back to where he was before.
“Why on Earth does he keep ramming his head into…nothing?”
Infi gave a silvery laugh that was reminiscent of wind chimes. “He’s not ramming his head into anything, silly. See, when he and Dialga were battling earlier—you kind of missed that, by the way—Dialga was getting beaten up pretty badly. He had to end the battle, so when Sheimi opened her dimensional portal, he stuck Giratina in a time loop and flew out free.”
“Time loop? What’s that mean?”
“Bluntly, it means Giratina can’t leave the Reverse World…or at least, not until a new Shield Flare portal is opened to break the time loop.”
“The old one’s not still open, is it? ‘Cause if it is, I should be in the Reverse World, in my place, not here. Can you check that, Infi?”
“Even if it was still open, this ship doesn’t fly that fast. We’d never make it in time,” Infi said. “I’m sorry…I know how much you want to be back there.”
I turned my face away from her, eyes closed, trying not to feel too disappointed. There would be other portals, and I knew it, but how long would it be until the next one was open? “And what of Miss Sheimi?” I sighed, inflections of exhaustion suddenly very prominent in my voice. “The portal must have dropped her somewhere…I mean, she can’t have known where she was headed…”
The image of Giratina, who was now flying around shrieking in despair, was replaced by a view of a wide river ending in a huge waterfall. In the middle of the river, clearly struggling to stay above water and fight the current at the same time was the tiny, green Sheimi. Her effort was futile, though. In the next few seconds, she was swept down the waterfall and into the white, turbulent waters below. With that, the image vanished and the screen went dark. I dropped my head into my hands, disappointed and overcome with exhaustion.
“She’ll be fine, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Infi said softly. “And if you must get any ideas, her Shield Flare could be very useful to us. If we could just capture her, and then maybe Giratina as well, we could potentially save the…what’s wrong? You’re so quiet…”
I lifted my head and gave another long sigh. “I can’t think now, Infi. Sorry…”
“Go to sleep, then,” she said gently. “And don’t try to tell me you’re not tired, Zero-sama. You look terrible; you’re so pale…and you’ve got to be tired.”
“Infi, it’s not safe...” I protested weakly.
“For Arceus’ sake, I’ve got the shields up!” Infi cried, exasperated. Then her expression grew soft again. “Do you want me to set a course for anywhere in particular, or do you want just want to hover around here until we know for sure where and when the next portal’s going to open?”
“Just keep the ship around here for a while,” I said, my voice growing thick.
“As you wish…Zero-sama.”
And that was the last thing I heard before I sank into sleep far more easily than I had hoped. Now, if only everything was that easy… * * *
Age 26
preparing for the battle of the millennium
Seen August 15th, 2009
Posted July 13th, 2009
106
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15
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Wow, huge break already...sorry 'bout that. Anyway, here goes Chapter II. We've got a few new phrases, I think:
bouken no hajimari da = the beginning of an adventure
hajimari = beginning
Camome = Wingull
Ayako = Johanna
Arisu = Alice (Movie 10)
nani? = what?
hai = yes or yeah
Pocchama = Piplup
Gureggru = Croagunk
Glacidea = Japanese name for Gracidea
Nyarth = Meowth
Enjoy, and sorry to keep bugging you, but please comment!
Satoshi, Takeshi, and I had been revisiting Alamos Town the morning that our second in a string of epic and dangerous adventures began. Of course, none of us knew it was beginning until, well…maybe I’d better start at the hajimari.
Satoshi ran across the bridge that led out of Alamos Town, causing several Camome that were sitting on the rocks below to scatter into agitated flight. I smiled, rolling my eyes at his endless supply of energy. Even Pikachu, who was streaking along behind him, was having a hard time keeping up. “Satoshi! Slow down, will ya?” I called. “You’re not an Olympic runner, and neither are we!”
He skidded to a halt at the end of the bridge, facing me. “I’m just really hungry, Hikari. I want to get to the picnic area so we can eat something, that’s all. What, am I going too fast for you or something?” he said, grinning.
“You’re, like, five meters away from it!” I sighed, scooping Pocchama into my arms and sprinting after him. “You don’t have to run! You could walk about as fast as an old Torkoal and still get there before us!”
Satoshi just laughed and ran the last few meters to where a group of picnic tables and barbeque grills stood overlooking a sparkling blue lake. “You guys are so slow! I mean, seriously, a Slowpoke could outrun you!”
Takeshi started in on cooking one of our favorite breakfasts—hotcakes—as soon as we caught up with Satoshi at the picnic area and rested for a minute. Satoshi himself walked around complaining a lot, and I went to rinse my hands off at one of the stone water fountains.
“Satoshi, you’ve gotta wash up before you eat!” I scolded, sounding scarily like my mother, Ayako. “Especially after you almost fell off the Space-TimeTowers, mister! You would’ve been in so much trouble!”
“That wasn’t my fault!”
“Arisu did warn you not to lean over the railing, but…”
“Nani?! I didn’t hear that!”
“’Cause you were too busy playing with the Sound Disks! Now, don’t make me check your hands like you’re in preschool or something. Oh, wait…are you still in preschool, Satoshi? ‘Cause from the way you were acting this morning…”
“Hai, hai, very funny, Hikari,” Satoshi scowled, walking over to the water fountain and sticking his hands under the faucet at the bottom.
Takeshi was done cooking in not too long, but it must have been too long for Satoshi, because he was complaining worse than ever as we set the table. I was so annoyed with him that I didn’t notice the tiny, dirty thing that had climbed up onto the table and was eyeing the steaming plate of hotcakes. The next second, Pocchama, who was sitting on the table as well, gave an earsplitting, high-pitched cry of what was obviously pain.
I whipped around to see the dirty thing hanging off of Pocchama’s flipper, as well as that one of the hotcakes had been reduced to crumbs. I wasn’t the only one to notice, either. As the dirty thing took its teeth out of Pocchama’s skin, all of our Pokemon (well, mainly Satoshi’s) realized what it had done and turned to glare at it furiously. The dirty thing, apparently sensing danger, jumped off the table to escape, but slipped and grabbed the edge of the barbeque grill with its stubby little legs. The grill tipped over, charcoal smoke shot everywhere, and then…all of it was gone. I wasn’t sure I had seen right, but it looked as if the smoke had been sucked into the dirty thing—which was now even blacker than before. A second later, there was a burst of green light and a bang like a gunshot, startling us.
Pocchama, who had fallen backwards after the mini explosion, took the salad bowl off her head and started shaking her uninjured fin at the dirty thing, who cringed away in fear. Takeshi aimed the heavy frying pan at it, and the rest of our Pokemon ganged up on either side of it, leaving it nowhere to run. It looked like it could turn into a battle at any second, so I ran between the two rows of glaring Pokemon and shouted, “Everyone, stop fighting!” Takeshi lowered the frying pan slowly, surprised at my outburst. Then, as soon as the others had backed off, I bent down and picked up the dirty thing. “Daijobu. It’s okay.”
I rinsed off the dirty thing at the water fountain, where it was revealed to be quite cute once the dust and charcoal grime was gone. Its body was snow-white, but it had bright green fur—or grass, I couldn’t tell which—on its back. But the thing that really caught my eye was the two six-pointed, rose-pink flowers on either side of its head. I hadn’t been able to tell because of the smoke, but I was sure now that it had been sucked into those flowers. As I was thinking about this curious move, the likes of which I had never seen before, the little creature turned its deep, emerald-green eyes on me.
“That water felt good, but it was too cold,” she said, speaking in a high-pitched female voice that was channeled straight into my mind—telepathy. ”And you could’ve washed me a little more gently! I deserve some respect!”
I smiled, though I was taken aback at the serious attitude this little Pokemon possessed. There was something cute about how sassy she was. “Satoshi, Takeshi, do you know who our little hotcake thief here is?” I asked, giggling.
“I don’t know what it is, but it’s so cute, it’s ugly!” Satoshi teased.
The little creature looked ready to give his hand a good chomp just like she had done to Pocchama, but she restrained herself somehow and limited herself to glaring at him furiously. I could almost see sparks flying between them.
“Don’t listen to him, little one,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“I’m not sure what she is, either, Hikari,” Takeshi admitted, peering closely at the little thing in my arms.
"Will you stop staring at me?” she asked indignantly. ”I’m in a hurry, you know. I have to get to the place, and I don’t have long to do it!”
“Where is the place?” Satoshi asked.
“It’s over there.”
“Where is over there?!”
“Over there is over there is over there is over there is…” The creature let her sentence trail off as she closed her eyes and her body suddenly went limp. Alarmed, I turned my hand over and felt her forehead. Her skin was hot; just as I’d feared. There was definitely something wrong.
“I think she’s sick,” I said worriedly. “We’re just across the bridge from Alamos Town. Do you think we should take her to the PokemonCenter there?”
No one argued with me, not even Satoshi. We all ran across the bridge this time, and we were at Alamos Town within seconds. Our panic wasn’t needed, though. As it turned out, there was nothing seriously wrong with the little creature except for the fact that she was completely drained of energy. At the moment, she was seated on a white cloth while three purple scanners rotated all around her body, apparently collecting her data. When this was done, Nurse Joy turned her chair away from her computer to face us. In a second, Takeshi had gone absolutely silent, a wide, love-struck grin on his face.
“What you’ve been so fortunate to find is the legendary Gratitude Pokemon, Sheimi,” Nurse Joy said. “They rarely show themselves to people.”
“Be grateful to me for even coming out!” Sheimi snapped.
“What kind of Gratitude Pokemon only wants people to be thankful to it and never says thank you?” Satoshi asked. It was clear he didn’t like Sheimi.
Takeshi didn’t seem to hear anything but the word ‘gratitude’, though. He dropped down on one knee and grabbed Nurse Joy’s hand. “And I’m Takeshi, the Gratitude Human!” he cried happily. “If you would go out with me, I’d be grateful! If you would take me as your assistant—still more grateful! If you’d merely accept me as your friend, I’d be grate--”
Takeshi’s sentence was cut off as Gureggru, who had somehow escaped from his Pokeball, sank his glowing purple hand into his side—a perfectly timed Poison Jab, as usual. Takeshi fell over, knocked out for now, but I knew he’d be back up in minutes. And Gureggru, his mission complete, gave a dark chuckle before returning quietly to his Pokeball.
“Takeshi’s harmless, Nurse Joy,” I said.
“I’m hungry,” Sheimi said randomly.
"Daijobu. I have Poffins. I mad ‘em myself,” I told her, reaching into my backpack and pulling a tan Poffin out of my Poffin Case. Sheimi ate it out of my hand, her emerald eyes darting around restlessly as she chewed. “So? How is it?”
“It’s acceptable.”
“Oh,” I sighed.
Nevertheless, Sheimi gave me an appreciative wink, and a smile, which made me feel better. A second later, Sheimi had turned to Satoshi and spit out a cloud of charcoal smoke and dust in his face. I had to laugh as Satoshi doubled over, choking and coughing as though he’d just been hit with a Poison Gas attack. Sheimi snickered, too, obviously pleased with herself.
“What was that?” Satoshi asked once he had recovered.
“That’s usually one of the after-effects of Sheimi’s exclusive move, Shield Flare,” Nurse Joy explained. “It’s a very powerful and unique attack. To begin a Shield Flare, Sheimi sucks toxins and any other form of pollution out of the air and into those two flowers on her head. Then she unleashes it as a burst of pure, untainted water, light, and energy. She’s naturally going to cough up a little bit of those toxins later, but not enough to hurt or pollute anything.”
“That’s pretty sweet,” I said in wonder, amazed that such a powerful attack could come from a little Pokemon like Sheimi.
“Yes, but it’s also quite dangerous,” Nurse Joy warned. “There once was a Sheimi who blew down an entire forest with Shield Flare.”
Before my jaw could drop too far, Sheimi interrupted again:
“I’m in a hurry, you know! I have to get to the place, or my friends will fly off without me! And this only happens once a year; I can’t miss it!”
“For Arceus’ sake, where IS THE PLACE?!” Satoshi shouted.
“I think I know where she’s talking about,” Nurse Joy said. “See, once a year, all the world’s Sheimi gather at the Glacidea Flower Garden not too far from here. Then they fly off together and migrate, and new Flower Gardens grow wherever they decide to stop. That way, Glacidea Flower Gardens can grow all over the world. It’s called the Flower Carrying.”
As soon as Sheimi had been sprayed with a Full Heal to boost her energy—and as soon as Takeshi had recovered from Gureggru’s Poison Jab—we thanked Nurse Joy and left the Pokemon Center. Once we got outside, Sheimi jumped onto Satoshi’s head and jerked it around, saying in a sassily commanding voice,
“The Flower Garden is this way, Satoshi! No, this way!”
I was surprised she knew our names already, but I guessed she must have heard us say them earlier. She must be a quick learner.
“Get off my head, you little…thing!” Satoshi cried, apparently unable to find a strong enough word to describe her. “Or I won’t take you to the Flower Garden!”
“I’ll hit you with a Shield Flare if you don’t!” Sheimi retorted.
“Why, you…” Satoshi looked ready to smack Sheimi.
“Cut it out, Satoshi!” I reached up and pulled Sheimi into my arms, saying, “Like I told you before, just ignore him.” To my surprise and pleasure, some extra rose-colored flowers had sprouted from the yellow spots on her back. Those must be the centers of the flowers, I now realized. Sheimi closed her eyes and snuggled into my arms, content and not knowing that our lives were about to be turned inside out and upside down—quite literally! * * *
This was all feeling oddly familiar. The giant, triangular statues on the lawn of the park just outside Alamos Town were stirring some not-so-old suspicions in me, and I didn’t like it one bit. There were five sculptures in all: one at each of the four corners of the lawn and one larger one in the middle. They were all made of the purest, shiniest glass I’d ever seen, but that wasn’t what was causing the unease in my stomach. It was the eerie and familiar way they reflected the sky and grass and trees around them absolutely flawlessly.
I didn’t see the glass of the biggest statue shimmer and turn purple, but at the same time, I was overwhelmed by a feeling of approaching danger. I jumped out of Hikari’s arms, the flowers on my back disappearing. “They’re here!” I cried.
“Who’s here?” Satoshi asked, still sounding exasperated.
“Them!” I shot back. Why couldn’t he sense it, too?
The next second, I was grabbed by someone from behind and lifted above their head, shrieking in fear. I didn’t know who had a hold of me, but I wanted to get away from them more than anything. This person’s hands weren’t at all comforting like Hikari’s soft, gentle embrace was.
“Team Rocket?!” Satoshi, Takeshi, and Hikari cried at once.
“We put the ‘they’ in ‘them’!” declared the boy holding me.
“And you put the ‘t’ in twerps!” said the pink-haired girl next to him.
“The Sheimi’s ours!” finished a Nyarth standing between them.
“But just as they reached the largest statue, a blast of wind erupted behind them, emanating from a hole in the center of it—a dimensional portal. Unfortunately for them, they were sucked down into the hole while I jumped free.
“Slippery fingers!” the three thieves shouted as they fell.
I thought the worst was over, but I was wrong. As I jumped into Hikari’s arms, another burst of wind came, pulling us both into the hole. Hikari feel gracefully, her long, high-pitched scream piercing the silence of the dimension. As soon as she landed lightly on a floating land bridge, I recognized where we were. It was the place where Giratina and Dialga had clashed and almost killed me before, and it was the last place I wanted to come back to. * * *
bouken no hajimari da = the beginning of an adventure
hajimari = beginning
Camome = Wingull
Ayako = Johanna
Arisu = Alice (Movie 10)
nani? = what?
hai = yes or yeah
Pocchama = Piplup
Gureggru = Croagunk
Glacidea = Japanese name for Gracidea
Nyarth = Meowth
Enjoy, and sorry to keep bugging you, but please comment!
Chapter II: Bouken no Hajimari da
Hikari
Hikari
Satoshi, Takeshi, and I had been revisiting Alamos Town the morning that our second in a string of epic and dangerous adventures began. Of course, none of us knew it was beginning until, well…maybe I’d better start at the hajimari.
Satoshi ran across the bridge that led out of Alamos Town, causing several Camome that were sitting on the rocks below to scatter into agitated flight. I smiled, rolling my eyes at his endless supply of energy. Even Pikachu, who was streaking along behind him, was having a hard time keeping up. “Satoshi! Slow down, will ya?” I called. “You’re not an Olympic runner, and neither are we!”
He skidded to a halt at the end of the bridge, facing me. “I’m just really hungry, Hikari. I want to get to the picnic area so we can eat something, that’s all. What, am I going too fast for you or something?” he said, grinning.
“You’re, like, five meters away from it!” I sighed, scooping Pocchama into my arms and sprinting after him. “You don’t have to run! You could walk about as fast as an old Torkoal and still get there before us!”
Satoshi just laughed and ran the last few meters to where a group of picnic tables and barbeque grills stood overlooking a sparkling blue lake. “You guys are so slow! I mean, seriously, a Slowpoke could outrun you!”
Takeshi started in on cooking one of our favorite breakfasts—hotcakes—as soon as we caught up with Satoshi at the picnic area and rested for a minute. Satoshi himself walked around complaining a lot, and I went to rinse my hands off at one of the stone water fountains.
“Satoshi, you’ve gotta wash up before you eat!” I scolded, sounding scarily like my mother, Ayako. “Especially after you almost fell off the Space-TimeTowers, mister! You would’ve been in so much trouble!”
“That wasn’t my fault!”
“Arisu did warn you not to lean over the railing, but…”
“Nani?! I didn’t hear that!”
“’Cause you were too busy playing with the Sound Disks! Now, don’t make me check your hands like you’re in preschool or something. Oh, wait…are you still in preschool, Satoshi? ‘Cause from the way you were acting this morning…”
“Hai, hai, very funny, Hikari,” Satoshi scowled, walking over to the water fountain and sticking his hands under the faucet at the bottom.
Takeshi was done cooking in not too long, but it must have been too long for Satoshi, because he was complaining worse than ever as we set the table. I was so annoyed with him that I didn’t notice the tiny, dirty thing that had climbed up onto the table and was eyeing the steaming plate of hotcakes. The next second, Pocchama, who was sitting on the table as well, gave an earsplitting, high-pitched cry of what was obviously pain.
I whipped around to see the dirty thing hanging off of Pocchama’s flipper, as well as that one of the hotcakes had been reduced to crumbs. I wasn’t the only one to notice, either. As the dirty thing took its teeth out of Pocchama’s skin, all of our Pokemon (well, mainly Satoshi’s) realized what it had done and turned to glare at it furiously. The dirty thing, apparently sensing danger, jumped off the table to escape, but slipped and grabbed the edge of the barbeque grill with its stubby little legs. The grill tipped over, charcoal smoke shot everywhere, and then…all of it was gone. I wasn’t sure I had seen right, but it looked as if the smoke had been sucked into the dirty thing—which was now even blacker than before. A second later, there was a burst of green light and a bang like a gunshot, startling us.
Pocchama, who had fallen backwards after the mini explosion, took the salad bowl off her head and started shaking her uninjured fin at the dirty thing, who cringed away in fear. Takeshi aimed the heavy frying pan at it, and the rest of our Pokemon ganged up on either side of it, leaving it nowhere to run. It looked like it could turn into a battle at any second, so I ran between the two rows of glaring Pokemon and shouted, “Everyone, stop fighting!” Takeshi lowered the frying pan slowly, surprised at my outburst. Then, as soon as the others had backed off, I bent down and picked up the dirty thing. “Daijobu. It’s okay.”
I rinsed off the dirty thing at the water fountain, where it was revealed to be quite cute once the dust and charcoal grime was gone. Its body was snow-white, but it had bright green fur—or grass, I couldn’t tell which—on its back. But the thing that really caught my eye was the two six-pointed, rose-pink flowers on either side of its head. I hadn’t been able to tell because of the smoke, but I was sure now that it had been sucked into those flowers. As I was thinking about this curious move, the likes of which I had never seen before, the little creature turned its deep, emerald-green eyes on me.
“That water felt good, but it was too cold,” she said, speaking in a high-pitched female voice that was channeled straight into my mind—telepathy. ”And you could’ve washed me a little more gently! I deserve some respect!”
I smiled, though I was taken aback at the serious attitude this little Pokemon possessed. There was something cute about how sassy she was. “Satoshi, Takeshi, do you know who our little hotcake thief here is?” I asked, giggling.
“I don’t know what it is, but it’s so cute, it’s ugly!” Satoshi teased.
The little creature looked ready to give his hand a good chomp just like she had done to Pocchama, but she restrained herself somehow and limited herself to glaring at him furiously. I could almost see sparks flying between them.
“Don’t listen to him, little one,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“I’m not sure what she is, either, Hikari,” Takeshi admitted, peering closely at the little thing in my arms.
"Will you stop staring at me?” she asked indignantly. ”I’m in a hurry, you know. I have to get to the place, and I don’t have long to do it!”
“Where is the place?” Satoshi asked.
“It’s over there.”
“Where is over there?!”
“Over there is over there is over there is over there is…” The creature let her sentence trail off as she closed her eyes and her body suddenly went limp. Alarmed, I turned my hand over and felt her forehead. Her skin was hot; just as I’d feared. There was definitely something wrong.
“I think she’s sick,” I said worriedly. “We’re just across the bridge from Alamos Town. Do you think we should take her to the PokemonCenter there?”
No one argued with me, not even Satoshi. We all ran across the bridge this time, and we were at Alamos Town within seconds. Our panic wasn’t needed, though. As it turned out, there was nothing seriously wrong with the little creature except for the fact that she was completely drained of energy. At the moment, she was seated on a white cloth while three purple scanners rotated all around her body, apparently collecting her data. When this was done, Nurse Joy turned her chair away from her computer to face us. In a second, Takeshi had gone absolutely silent, a wide, love-struck grin on his face.
“What you’ve been so fortunate to find is the legendary Gratitude Pokemon, Sheimi,” Nurse Joy said. “They rarely show themselves to people.”
“Be grateful to me for even coming out!” Sheimi snapped.
“What kind of Gratitude Pokemon only wants people to be thankful to it and never says thank you?” Satoshi asked. It was clear he didn’t like Sheimi.
Takeshi didn’t seem to hear anything but the word ‘gratitude’, though. He dropped down on one knee and grabbed Nurse Joy’s hand. “And I’m Takeshi, the Gratitude Human!” he cried happily. “If you would go out with me, I’d be grateful! If you would take me as your assistant—still more grateful! If you’d merely accept me as your friend, I’d be grate--”
Takeshi’s sentence was cut off as Gureggru, who had somehow escaped from his Pokeball, sank his glowing purple hand into his side—a perfectly timed Poison Jab, as usual. Takeshi fell over, knocked out for now, but I knew he’d be back up in minutes. And Gureggru, his mission complete, gave a dark chuckle before returning quietly to his Pokeball.
“Takeshi’s harmless, Nurse Joy,” I said.
“I’m hungry,” Sheimi said randomly.
"Daijobu. I have Poffins. I mad ‘em myself,” I told her, reaching into my backpack and pulling a tan Poffin out of my Poffin Case. Sheimi ate it out of my hand, her emerald eyes darting around restlessly as she chewed. “So? How is it?”
“It’s acceptable.”
“Oh,” I sighed.
Nevertheless, Sheimi gave me an appreciative wink, and a smile, which made me feel better. A second later, Sheimi had turned to Satoshi and spit out a cloud of charcoal smoke and dust in his face. I had to laugh as Satoshi doubled over, choking and coughing as though he’d just been hit with a Poison Gas attack. Sheimi snickered, too, obviously pleased with herself.
“What was that?” Satoshi asked once he had recovered.
“That’s usually one of the after-effects of Sheimi’s exclusive move, Shield Flare,” Nurse Joy explained. “It’s a very powerful and unique attack. To begin a Shield Flare, Sheimi sucks toxins and any other form of pollution out of the air and into those two flowers on her head. Then she unleashes it as a burst of pure, untainted water, light, and energy. She’s naturally going to cough up a little bit of those toxins later, but not enough to hurt or pollute anything.”
“That’s pretty sweet,” I said in wonder, amazed that such a powerful attack could come from a little Pokemon like Sheimi.
“Yes, but it’s also quite dangerous,” Nurse Joy warned. “There once was a Sheimi who blew down an entire forest with Shield Flare.”
Before my jaw could drop too far, Sheimi interrupted again:
“I’m in a hurry, you know! I have to get to the place, or my friends will fly off without me! And this only happens once a year; I can’t miss it!”
“For Arceus’ sake, where IS THE PLACE?!” Satoshi shouted.
“I think I know where she’s talking about,” Nurse Joy said. “See, once a year, all the world’s Sheimi gather at the Glacidea Flower Garden not too far from here. Then they fly off together and migrate, and new Flower Gardens grow wherever they decide to stop. That way, Glacidea Flower Gardens can grow all over the world. It’s called the Flower Carrying.”
As soon as Sheimi had been sprayed with a Full Heal to boost her energy—and as soon as Takeshi had recovered from Gureggru’s Poison Jab—we thanked Nurse Joy and left the Pokemon Center. Once we got outside, Sheimi jumped onto Satoshi’s head and jerked it around, saying in a sassily commanding voice,
“The Flower Garden is this way, Satoshi! No, this way!”
I was surprised she knew our names already, but I guessed she must have heard us say them earlier. She must be a quick learner.
“Get off my head, you little…thing!” Satoshi cried, apparently unable to find a strong enough word to describe her. “Or I won’t take you to the Flower Garden!”
“I’ll hit you with a Shield Flare if you don’t!” Sheimi retorted.
“Why, you…” Satoshi looked ready to smack Sheimi.
“Cut it out, Satoshi!” I reached up and pulled Sheimi into my arms, saying, “Like I told you before, just ignore him.” To my surprise and pleasure, some extra rose-colored flowers had sprouted from the yellow spots on her back. Those must be the centers of the flowers, I now realized. Sheimi closed her eyes and snuggled into my arms, content and not knowing that our lives were about to be turned inside out and upside down—quite literally! * * *
Sheimi
This was all feeling oddly familiar. The giant, triangular statues on the lawn of the park just outside Alamos Town were stirring some not-so-old suspicions in me, and I didn’t like it one bit. There were five sculptures in all: one at each of the four corners of the lawn and one larger one in the middle. They were all made of the purest, shiniest glass I’d ever seen, but that wasn’t what was causing the unease in my stomach. It was the eerie and familiar way they reflected the sky and grass and trees around them absolutely flawlessly.
I didn’t see the glass of the biggest statue shimmer and turn purple, but at the same time, I was overwhelmed by a feeling of approaching danger. I jumped out of Hikari’s arms, the flowers on my back disappearing. “They’re here!” I cried.
“Who’s here?” Satoshi asked, still sounding exasperated.
“Them!” I shot back. Why couldn’t he sense it, too?
The next second, I was grabbed by someone from behind and lifted above their head, shrieking in fear. I didn’t know who had a hold of me, but I wanted to get away from them more than anything. This person’s hands weren’t at all comforting like Hikari’s soft, gentle embrace was.
“Team Rocket?!” Satoshi, Takeshi, and Hikari cried at once.
“We put the ‘they’ in ‘them’!” declared the boy holding me.
“And you put the ‘t’ in twerps!” said the pink-haired girl next to him.
“The Sheimi’s ours!” finished a Nyarth standing between them.
“But just as they reached the largest statue, a blast of wind erupted behind them, emanating from a hole in the center of it—a dimensional portal. Unfortunately for them, they were sucked down into the hole while I jumped free.
“Slippery fingers!” the three thieves shouted as they fell.
I thought the worst was over, but I was wrong. As I jumped into Hikari’s arms, another burst of wind came, pulling us both into the hole. Hikari feel gracefully, her long, high-pitched scream piercing the silence of the dimension. As soon as she landed lightly on a floating land bridge, I recognized where we were. It was the place where Giratina and Dialga had clashed and almost killed me before, and it was the last place I wanted to come back to. * * *

