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Realms of the deep, cold stew.
Seen April 13th, 2014
Posted June 26th, 2009
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Words from the author:
Once you fell down unnoticed, it hurts a lot. But when you fell again, and this time aware, the impact isn’t that bad. On behalf of my reckless personality and shifty attitude, I want to thank every one who made this story possible for you-man consumption. Big thanks to St. Juno, for his narrow-eye, wide-intellect for deciding what’s best for the story and for designing the main character. Also, I expressed my most grateful gratitude to Valentine for editing my story. I can’t live without her, to be honest. I would like to add Water Trainer, Neoriceisgood, Articu, Aminako and the makers of Poke Topaz and Acanthite. With your creative sense of art, I created a fan fiction out of it. I want to thank you for the awesome sprites. They’re all living in deviantart.com, if you want to check out. The Poke Topaz and Acanthite had their own sites (pokemontopaz.net and pokemonacanthite.com) Anyway, don’t get confused about the pokemons that I used here. They’re fakemons, created by my most beloved deviant artists mentioned above. Enjoy reading!
Introduction to the New World:
There are roughly one thousand species of Pokemon, all named and classified. Two percent of these creatures were called Legendary Pokémon. These are unbreedable, extremely rare and one of kind species. However, the rest of the ninety eight percent can be bred, trained, caught or simply made friends. Now, the classification of these so-called Pokemon is divided into eighteen different types: grass, fire and water, ground and rock, psychic, fighting, flying, ghost, steel, dragon and ice, normal and electric, bug, poison, dark and light. Combinations of these types do exist.
In addition, one of the important topics about this is, of course, evolution. Professor Rowan from Sinnoh Region had dedicated his life to studying the secrets of the process. However, it remained a mystery. What really is the mystery behind it?
We all know that a Pokémon evolves when it completes some sort of requirements or when it reached the age or experience it ought to have. Still, the process was fogged by questions like: Why can’t some Pokémon evolve? Why do some Pokémon require a certain experience to evolve? Or require a genuine item? We don’t know.
Another topic that’s still concerning about Pokémon, recently, group researchers from Shinzu Region developed a new method of producing an offspring from the DNA of two different Pokémon, creating a new type of specie. They call it Pokemon Merging. One of the supposed products that came from this procedure is the famed Mewtwo, who had never been seen in these past few years. Many experts, though, agreed that Mewtwo hadn’t really come from merging because of the use of only one DNA from just one Pokémon: the mythical Mew.
A few years back, attempts of Pokémon Merging had comprised only of a series of failures until, after a decade, Professor Horowitz from Shinzu Valley successfully merged a new type of specie named Valvette, one of the tourists attractions of Shinzu known for its spectacular fiery pelt and healing teardrops, produced using Magmar and Ninetales’s genetic materials. Of course, it caused a nation-wide protest, although it was ceased almost instantly because experts, Professor Elm and me, proved that no Pokemon on the process are harmed. Thereafter, they managed to breed the said specimen and finally announced that it was ready for the wild.
But have we really uncovered the mystery?
Well, I speak as an ordinary human who craves for knowledge but, as I said, I’m still only human. I can be aware, but nevertheless, I don’t have the power to know everything the way nature works. One thing’s sure: that behind the sky where a flock of Cirribus and Pidgey soars… that beyond the sea where a throng of Sirene and Lapras sails contentedly… that deep within the forests where Primape and Arachmare dwell… is an understanding. Understanding that we couldn’t exist without these creatures depending on us as we depend to them.
Episode One: The Birth
The wind blew sending a chilly breeze. A man named Gillian arrived at the destination, a few minutes later. He pulled himself out of the helicopter onto the mossy ground of Naturewood Forests where twilight dimmed into night. The sky was midnight blue and there were no stars or moon. Just plain, cloudy… silent.
The trees around him listened to his every step as the ground crunched under his feet. Though the place looked gloomy and eerie, his face was somewhat determined. From his eyes, the anger boiled, thundered. Gillian’s handsome visage showed no fear of what lay ahead. The bodyguards, on the contrary, were flinching every minute. He noticed it and said nothing.
“Useless scums” he thought.
The townsfolk considered this place to be haunted, where a malevolent creature resides. Anyone who came passing through the gloomy midst of the woods managed to return to tell the tale. Gillian, however, thought it was more like an ordinary forest with bug-smelling air and itchy shrubs.
He halted in his tracks at the sound of rustling from the nearby bushes. His bodyguards jerked and whirled their heads to find the source of the abrupt noise, but Gillian smiled and resumed pacing the mossy paths deeper into the forest as he cursed his companions.
At last, he reached a spot where light could not penetrate the darkness. Extreme void pervaded the background. Everyone around the midst perceived only soundless and immense shadowy atmosphere. From its very heart, a pair of eyes gleamed. Gillian widened his grin. The two bodyguards, on the other hand, nudged each other with fear.
“Mewtwo…” Gillian muttered under his breath. At the same moment, the two guards were hoisted up by an invisible hook and flung away, eventually dropping to the motionless. Gillian didn’t cringe but continued broadening his grin. He drew from his pocket a dark ball, still sparking with unusual energy.
The eyes watched him reproachfully, not blinking and still glowing.
“Serberine!” He flung the ball but it looked as if nothing came out of it. However, a low growl and three pairs of red eyes proved it wrong. “I’ve been looking for you, you nasty brat. Now, my father’s hard work will not be in vain anymore.”
His Pokémon’s silhouette purred. The eyes remained immobile. As Gillian’s fist clenched, suddenly, a blinding light from nowhere erupted amidst of the darkness. He tried to open his eyes but the luminosity was so great it made him wince.
After a few seconds, the light ceased. This time, someone was laughing where the Mewtwo lurked moments ago. Gillian gaped and saw a red-haired man, holding what seemed to be a sparkler, giving yellowish light to his surrounding. His other hand was on his waist and he was standing against a large tree, grinning. His voice was menacing.
“Team Rocket’s always rocketing about things like this. No preparation and all. It’s lame, if you’d ask me.”
Gillian focused his eyes then gasped. The stranger’s expression was more intimidating than it looked and the face made Gillian recoil and back away a little. He saw scars on it creased by the sneer and immense power Gillian’s sure he had. His eyes were winking at Gillian as if there was a joke to be told. He squinted over the stranger’s appearance. He wore a jacket, the color oddly mixed by the sparkler and darkness that he appears like a shadow illuminated by a handful of light.
“Keijin…”
“So, you know me.” Keijin scratched his chin thoughtfully. “You know why I’m here, don’t you?”
“Yes, you’re here for some sort of ‘preserving a species in its natural habitat.’ Mewtwo doesn’t belong in this place!” He sneered as his now visible Pokémon, Serberine, snarled hungrily.
Serberine was a large, three-headed, dark-type Pokémon, pretty much like the fabled Cerberus except its body is skinnier and its three heads are a lot more vicious. It bore its yellowish teeth menacingly. Its fur color was unrecognizable by the light coming from Keijin. Its tail wagged threateningly.
“Oh, and you forgot you’re stepping on my shoes and on my line. No strolling on my perimeter, throwing at my creatures your… nuts. Dark balls are banned.”
“Keep your nose out of my business, Keijin. Otherwise –“
“Or else your puppy will bite my head off?” He pored over the Serberine that glared him viciously. He sounded so cool as if he was just talking to an old friend.
“You think you’re a big man after winning the cup? That tournament is just for babies…” He spat on the ground.
“No… but after winning it, I feel stronger than usual. Go, Magnima!”
Keijin threw a ball and what came out of it was the monstrous form of his Pokemon, who eyed Gillian’s Serberine superiorly. Magnima’s a gigantic, fire and rock type Pokémon. It was ten feet tall and the forest started to quake every time it moves. Magnima’s great armored body was covered with chunks of rocks that emit steams. It shifted its position to an aggressive stance. It lowered its horned head for a rampage. It took the first step towards Serberine, making the ground tremble.
“Leave this place.”
“You think you can get me intimidated by that,” he snarled as he pointed a finger to Magnima who was shaking with rage and waiting for an order. “My father wanted Mewtwo back. Yes, Mewtwo belongs to Team Rocket. It’s not a wild Pokémon like yours!”
For a fleeting second, another burst of light boomed across the forest. Mewtwo emerged from the black nothingness with an extreme aura enveloping its body. A peculiar wailing sound came from it and its body and eyes began to glow.
“What the…?” Keijin said, his eyes winked by the immense radiance.
“It can’t be…” Gillian didn’t manage to finish his sentence. A mixture of awe and shock flooded his heart.
Mewtwo’s body gleamed stronger, shedding beams of brightness. The forest, which was twilit at first, was now engulfed in what seemed to be daylight.
“It’s evolving…” Keijin uttered, noticing a fluid-like substance wrapping Mewtwo’s body.
“Mewtwo is a clone. Designed from…”
“It’s still a Pokémon, egghead!”
“It’s just can’t be right… This is not happening. It can’t be…”
After a few minutes, the light subsided. The forest returned to its gloomy void.
“Return,” Keijin said
Magnima came back to its Poké ball. He heard Gillian doing the same to Serberine.
“What the hell happened?” he said sharply.
They both peered over the spot where Mewtwo was. Instead, they found a cocoon-like casing, gleaming by the aftermath luminosity. What was in it seemed to be breathing.
“I think it evolved. It might be dangerous, so don’t go near on that thing,” Gillian warned Keijin cautiously, forgetting the row that happened moments ago. Keijin nodded and resumed squinting over it.
“It evolved? From what I witness, I think it’s still in the process.” Keijin said, numbed by a gush of cold wind. “Has your father said anything about this?”
“No…” Gillian’s eyes were not glinting with fascination but instead with fear. “He never mentioned anything. All I know is that Mewtwo is a clone.”
“A cloned Pokemon is still a pokemon.”
“I don’t know.” For the first time, Keijin was sure Gillian wasn’t lying. “Are you going to take it?”
Gillian hesitated.
“Are you gonna take it?” Keijin repeated firmly, though not eyeing Gillian.
Gillian, however, laughed heartily. “I’m gonna go now,” he said, slowly turning away.
“You’re not …?”
Without another word, Gillian left. Keijin remained rooted on his position, not sure whether Gillian was sick or just playing tricks with him. He stared at the object.
“He’s sick. Or perhaps he’s dead sure the thing is not going anywhere now so all he has to do is to wait for the right moment. Anyway, I think I shouldn’t leave this thing here, Keijin thought. “Magnima, help me.”
Hundreds of miles away, a boy named Ganta woke up from his dream.
**thanks to Valentine for editing this Fan Fic.**

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