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Ill have to be wary of not babbling on too much about the story in summaries and actually get down to some solid writing. I get sidetracked otherwise. I will therefore not be presenting any form of synopsis since it may spoil the story. I will say that it will involve some of my Legendary Pokmon at some point though, six of them to be precise. I intend to do a small set of fake cards to accompany the story.
Ive also been egoistic enough to put myself in the story.
Today, I present the Prologue and Chapter One.
Prologue Dragons Refrain
A history long forgotten will awaken again. The bravest hearts will fall with despair and the strongest spirits will crumble. Time will pass and the cycle will begin again.
A crashing sea, a thunderous roar, a red-hot sun. Serpent like, the skies will swim with bitter fear. All will behold them as they once did and sink to their knees before the great Shadow. Power without mercy, cruelty without thought. A nightmare once we had will haunt our waking eyes again.
Will the Saviour come again? Will we see the righteous light? Will the Three be cast down again, or will they join their terrible King?
Time will tell.
Chapter One Guardian of the Mountain
So, that is what they say.
The words belonged to a boy no older than sixteen. He was crouched over a stone tablet scratched with strange text. His face was shadowed by the hood of his travelling cloak, and shoulder length brown hair was peeking out from behind the shadowy mask. He was just over six feet in stature, though he had been inspecting the stone tablets in the building for so long and so often that he was developing a hunch in the shoulders.
He was searching for something, and his quest had brought him to a lonely temple on the road from Mezereon City to Maplegrove Town. The main chamber was circular and carved out of marble. Flames flickered on the walls and cast eerie shadows about the place. The entire building was littered with ancient texts on stone tablets and it was rumoured by the people of Merto that a great secret had lain here for thousands of years. People who had seen this mysterious boy hanging around the temple speculated that he was here for that very same secret that none had yet uncovered.
After researching the languages of the distant past, he had deciphered a number of the strange texts. They revealed intriguing prophecies regarding the hidden power that lay beneath the foundations of the building, but did not reveal how to get to it.
The prophets speak of the Three as though they were evil, muttered the boy under his breath. They were not evil, but powerful. Once I find them, that power will be mine
He took out three silver and purple discs that glinted brightly even in the faint torchlight of the temple. They were Pokdiscs, a newly invented device for improved storage and transfer of Pokmon. These particular discs were special, and these were the only ones suitable for the job the boy had in mind.
The rule of the world will not belong to the Three and their King, but they will be my servants. The whole world will cower in fear at the sound of my name! I am so close now. Hold on, my mighty beasts! The Fangking is coming
~ * * * * ~
Further north of the temple was another boy of roughly the same age, slowly making his way along a winding road that wrapped the midriff of an enormous mountain. He wore a black t-shirt covered by a brown and black jacket along blue jeans that were dirty from his climb up the mountain. His white trainers with blue markings were scuffed and worn from his exhausting travels. Slung over his back was a grey backpack with markings like a Pokball (another device for catching Pokmon). His medium length brown hair was wild and wavy, but his brown eyes shone with an unrelenting determination. This boy was Darren Carthy, more commonly known as Daz, one of the most talked about Pokmon Trainers in Merto.
The mountain was known as Greatvine, the home to Mertos Pokmon League. He was here to fulfil his dream of becoming a Pokmon master; a goal he had been pursuing for little over five years now.
Daz hadnt always lived in Merto. A few years ago, he had lived in Johto with his mother, having never known his father. At the age of ten, Daz lost his mother when she fell ill. He was sent to Olbranch Town in Merto to stay Professor Stanley Willow, an expert on Pokmon research and a close friend of the family. Daz didnt make any new friends in Merto, and didnt try to. He had found a love for learning about Pokmon from Professor Willow and at the age of eleven he captured his first Pokmon; Striktoil, the fire snake. Since then, Daz made good friends with the Pokemon and then aspired to train Pokmon and become a great trainer. He eventually caught more Pokmon and went on to take the Merto Gym Challenge. Over the space of two years, Daz succeeded in defeating each of the eight Gym Leaders, some of the strongest Pokmon trainers in Merto. He then prepared to face his greatest challenge in the form of the Pokmon Leagues Elite Four and spent a year training his Pokmon.
His party of Pokmon includes Cobroast, the fully evolved form of Striktoil and Dazs best friend; Kirosyche, an angelic Light type Pokmon with a beautiful voice; Leafly, a green bird with broad leaves for wings; Darukeni, a brawny Fighting type that evolves from Darukan; Starmie, a starfish Pokmon with a beautiful jewel in its core that radiates the colours of the rainbow; and Jolteon, a speedy Lightning Pokmon that evolves from Eevee. To aid his quest, he always takes the Pokgear that he received from his mother on his ninth birthday, and the newest version of the Pokdex designed by Professor Samuel Oak, VID (Visual Information Database). As a trainer, Daz has become renowned throughout for both his strength and also his temper. He does however care for his Pokmon since theyre his only real friends now.
He had been trekking up the mountain path for a long time. It was said that worthy trainers had to climb the mountain before the Elite Four would face them. He was just starting to grow tired and sat down for a rest. He pulled a bottle of water from his pack and drank it in large gulps, then took a few minutes out to catch his breath before continuing the draining journey to the top of the mountain. Another twenty minutes passed when he discovered some stairs and an entrance to a cave. He began to ascend the stairs when he heard echoing footsteps from the cave mouth.
It is a long time since anybody followed this path, Darren Carthy. We were beginning to think that youd forgotten us! said a tall man with short grey hair who looked to be in his mid-forties. His eyes were a piercing blue. He wore an official looking red jacket with the Pokmon League emblem pasted onto it. There was something familiar about this man, but Daz could not quite put his finger on. The man smiled which had the effect of accentuating his lined face.
Daz stared defiantly at the man who blocked his entry into the cave. You know who I am then, he said with a hint of arrogance.
Naturally, Mr Carthy. Your reputation is well recited around these parts. My masters have been wondering how long it would be before you finally came to face them.
So why are you here then? Are you the welcoming committee?
No, Mr Carthy. I am merely a herald to the Elite Four. My name is Argus Bowerton. I must inform you that they have left Greatvine Mountain to attend to other matters. The League is closed for two weeks now, and at these words, Daz exclaimed in horror.
What? How can this be? Ive come halfway up the mountain only to be told I wont be facing the Elite Four at all? What am I supposed to do now then?
Halfway? Youre outside the entrance of your destination, Mr Carthy. This is no simple cave! It is the headquarters of the Elite Four.
I am? Well, that doesnt matter one little bit now that I know theres nobody here.
Fear not, my friend. I will notify the secretary that you have been and youll be allowed to come here however you want in the future. Fly up here if you want, anything that will save you the trouble of climbing up this horrible mountain again.
Oh, great. Thanks Daz muttered, still unhappy with the result. He turned to head back down the mountain, but Angus held out a hand.
Dont leave just yet, Mr Carthy. I should like a battle with you first. I want to see if what they say is true.
Ill fight on one condition, Mr Bowerton, Daz said with a wry smile before turning to face the herald.
What might that be, Mr Carthy?
Stop calling me Mr Carthy.
Angus grinned before whipping a shining disc from his belt, Well have a quick match of three on three, he said before he cast it to the ground to release a Plantree, a Grass Pokmon that resembled a tree with powerful flailing branches. Its body was covered in a tough bark. Daz took up one of his Pokballs and let out Leafly. The graceful birds leaves ruffled like feathers in the mild wind that blew. With a squawk, Leafly flapped its leaflike wings and raised itself from the dusty ground.
Daz was the first to issue a command. Leafly! Get it with Drill Peck!
Dazs Pokmon was quick to obey, thrusting its golden beak at Plantree, Angus was prepared though.
Plantree, Endure!
Plantrees bark flashed and glowed as Leafly attempted to deliver the attack. As potent as the effect was, Plantree prevented fainting by bracing itself. Angus followed up.
Now Plantree, Flail!
The treelike Pokmon thrashed its rugged branches furiously at Leafly and struck its weak body. Leafly couldnt take the hit and fell to the ground, defeated. Daz recalled it and picked his next Pokmon. From this Pokball erupted Darukeni. It flexed its muscles tauntingly at Plantree.
Ill fight power with power! Darukeni! Get it with one of your Chaos Punches! Daz ordered.
Darukeni balled its fist which glowed with purple light. It then unleashed an incredible punch upon Plantree. Since Angus Pokmon was already hurt from before, it fainted. Angus switched in Volcone, a Fire and Rock Pokmon which inhabited a volcanic body. Its pale green face hovered in a plume of black smoke, peering out of its crater.
Ha! Darukeni, take it out with another Chaos Punch!
Dont give it the chance Volcone! Explosion!
Before Darukeni could land another hit, Volcone blew itself up to knock out both Pokmon. It was two-all. Each battler sent out their next Pokmon at exactly the same time. Daz called Cobroast which reared its flaming head and bared its venomous fangs menacingly at Angus enormous snake made of metal, Steelix.
Well, this could be interesting Steelix! Earthquake! Argus roared.
Knowing this attack would spell defeat, Daz instructed Cobroast to attack with Fire Blast. Each Pokmon attacked simultaneously. A powerful tremor quaked Cobroast into submission just as a blazing jet of flame licked Steelixs metallic body. Each Pokmon was overcome. Argus recalled Steelix as Daz rushed over to tend to Cobroast.
Very good very good Argus breathed. Very few have ever come so close to beating me before. You have your fathers blood in your veins after all.
Ive also been egoistic enough to put myself in the story.
Today, I present the Prologue and Chapter One.
Prologue Dragons Refrain
A history long forgotten will awaken again. The bravest hearts will fall with despair and the strongest spirits will crumble. Time will pass and the cycle will begin again.
A crashing sea, a thunderous roar, a red-hot sun. Serpent like, the skies will swim with bitter fear. All will behold them as they once did and sink to their knees before the great Shadow. Power without mercy, cruelty without thought. A nightmare once we had will haunt our waking eyes again.
Will the Saviour come again? Will we see the righteous light? Will the Three be cast down again, or will they join their terrible King?
Time will tell.
Chapter One Guardian of the Mountain
So, that is what they say.
The words belonged to a boy no older than sixteen. He was crouched over a stone tablet scratched with strange text. His face was shadowed by the hood of his travelling cloak, and shoulder length brown hair was peeking out from behind the shadowy mask. He was just over six feet in stature, though he had been inspecting the stone tablets in the building for so long and so often that he was developing a hunch in the shoulders.
He was searching for something, and his quest had brought him to a lonely temple on the road from Mezereon City to Maplegrove Town. The main chamber was circular and carved out of marble. Flames flickered on the walls and cast eerie shadows about the place. The entire building was littered with ancient texts on stone tablets and it was rumoured by the people of Merto that a great secret had lain here for thousands of years. People who had seen this mysterious boy hanging around the temple speculated that he was here for that very same secret that none had yet uncovered.
After researching the languages of the distant past, he had deciphered a number of the strange texts. They revealed intriguing prophecies regarding the hidden power that lay beneath the foundations of the building, but did not reveal how to get to it.
The prophets speak of the Three as though they were evil, muttered the boy under his breath. They were not evil, but powerful. Once I find them, that power will be mine
He took out three silver and purple discs that glinted brightly even in the faint torchlight of the temple. They were Pokdiscs, a newly invented device for improved storage and transfer of Pokmon. These particular discs were special, and these were the only ones suitable for the job the boy had in mind.
The rule of the world will not belong to the Three and their King, but they will be my servants. The whole world will cower in fear at the sound of my name! I am so close now. Hold on, my mighty beasts! The Fangking is coming
~ * * * * ~
Further north of the temple was another boy of roughly the same age, slowly making his way along a winding road that wrapped the midriff of an enormous mountain. He wore a black t-shirt covered by a brown and black jacket along blue jeans that were dirty from his climb up the mountain. His white trainers with blue markings were scuffed and worn from his exhausting travels. Slung over his back was a grey backpack with markings like a Pokball (another device for catching Pokmon). His medium length brown hair was wild and wavy, but his brown eyes shone with an unrelenting determination. This boy was Darren Carthy, more commonly known as Daz, one of the most talked about Pokmon Trainers in Merto.
The mountain was known as Greatvine, the home to Mertos Pokmon League. He was here to fulfil his dream of becoming a Pokmon master; a goal he had been pursuing for little over five years now.
Daz hadnt always lived in Merto. A few years ago, he had lived in Johto with his mother, having never known his father. At the age of ten, Daz lost his mother when she fell ill. He was sent to Olbranch Town in Merto to stay Professor Stanley Willow, an expert on Pokmon research and a close friend of the family. Daz didnt make any new friends in Merto, and didnt try to. He had found a love for learning about Pokmon from Professor Willow and at the age of eleven he captured his first Pokmon; Striktoil, the fire snake. Since then, Daz made good friends with the Pokemon and then aspired to train Pokmon and become a great trainer. He eventually caught more Pokmon and went on to take the Merto Gym Challenge. Over the space of two years, Daz succeeded in defeating each of the eight Gym Leaders, some of the strongest Pokmon trainers in Merto. He then prepared to face his greatest challenge in the form of the Pokmon Leagues Elite Four and spent a year training his Pokmon.
His party of Pokmon includes Cobroast, the fully evolved form of Striktoil and Dazs best friend; Kirosyche, an angelic Light type Pokmon with a beautiful voice; Leafly, a green bird with broad leaves for wings; Darukeni, a brawny Fighting type that evolves from Darukan; Starmie, a starfish Pokmon with a beautiful jewel in its core that radiates the colours of the rainbow; and Jolteon, a speedy Lightning Pokmon that evolves from Eevee. To aid his quest, he always takes the Pokgear that he received from his mother on his ninth birthday, and the newest version of the Pokdex designed by Professor Samuel Oak, VID (Visual Information Database). As a trainer, Daz has become renowned throughout for both his strength and also his temper. He does however care for his Pokmon since theyre his only real friends now.
He had been trekking up the mountain path for a long time. It was said that worthy trainers had to climb the mountain before the Elite Four would face them. He was just starting to grow tired and sat down for a rest. He pulled a bottle of water from his pack and drank it in large gulps, then took a few minutes out to catch his breath before continuing the draining journey to the top of the mountain. Another twenty minutes passed when he discovered some stairs and an entrance to a cave. He began to ascend the stairs when he heard echoing footsteps from the cave mouth.
It is a long time since anybody followed this path, Darren Carthy. We were beginning to think that youd forgotten us! said a tall man with short grey hair who looked to be in his mid-forties. His eyes were a piercing blue. He wore an official looking red jacket with the Pokmon League emblem pasted onto it. There was something familiar about this man, but Daz could not quite put his finger on. The man smiled which had the effect of accentuating his lined face.
Daz stared defiantly at the man who blocked his entry into the cave. You know who I am then, he said with a hint of arrogance.
Naturally, Mr Carthy. Your reputation is well recited around these parts. My masters have been wondering how long it would be before you finally came to face them.
So why are you here then? Are you the welcoming committee?
No, Mr Carthy. I am merely a herald to the Elite Four. My name is Argus Bowerton. I must inform you that they have left Greatvine Mountain to attend to other matters. The League is closed for two weeks now, and at these words, Daz exclaimed in horror.
What? How can this be? Ive come halfway up the mountain only to be told I wont be facing the Elite Four at all? What am I supposed to do now then?
Halfway? Youre outside the entrance of your destination, Mr Carthy. This is no simple cave! It is the headquarters of the Elite Four.
I am? Well, that doesnt matter one little bit now that I know theres nobody here.
Fear not, my friend. I will notify the secretary that you have been and youll be allowed to come here however you want in the future. Fly up here if you want, anything that will save you the trouble of climbing up this horrible mountain again.
Oh, great. Thanks Daz muttered, still unhappy with the result. He turned to head back down the mountain, but Angus held out a hand.
Dont leave just yet, Mr Carthy. I should like a battle with you first. I want to see if what they say is true.
Ill fight on one condition, Mr Bowerton, Daz said with a wry smile before turning to face the herald.
What might that be, Mr Carthy?
Stop calling me Mr Carthy.
Angus grinned before whipping a shining disc from his belt, Well have a quick match of three on three, he said before he cast it to the ground to release a Plantree, a Grass Pokmon that resembled a tree with powerful flailing branches. Its body was covered in a tough bark. Daz took up one of his Pokballs and let out Leafly. The graceful birds leaves ruffled like feathers in the mild wind that blew. With a squawk, Leafly flapped its leaflike wings and raised itself from the dusty ground.
Daz was the first to issue a command. Leafly! Get it with Drill Peck!
Dazs Pokmon was quick to obey, thrusting its golden beak at Plantree, Angus was prepared though.
Plantree, Endure!
Plantrees bark flashed and glowed as Leafly attempted to deliver the attack. As potent as the effect was, Plantree prevented fainting by bracing itself. Angus followed up.
Now Plantree, Flail!
The treelike Pokmon thrashed its rugged branches furiously at Leafly and struck its weak body. Leafly couldnt take the hit and fell to the ground, defeated. Daz recalled it and picked his next Pokmon. From this Pokball erupted Darukeni. It flexed its muscles tauntingly at Plantree.
Ill fight power with power! Darukeni! Get it with one of your Chaos Punches! Daz ordered.
Darukeni balled its fist which glowed with purple light. It then unleashed an incredible punch upon Plantree. Since Angus Pokmon was already hurt from before, it fainted. Angus switched in Volcone, a Fire and Rock Pokmon which inhabited a volcanic body. Its pale green face hovered in a plume of black smoke, peering out of its crater.
Ha! Darukeni, take it out with another Chaos Punch!
Dont give it the chance Volcone! Explosion!
Before Darukeni could land another hit, Volcone blew itself up to knock out both Pokmon. It was two-all. Each battler sent out their next Pokmon at exactly the same time. Daz called Cobroast which reared its flaming head and bared its venomous fangs menacingly at Angus enormous snake made of metal, Steelix.
Well, this could be interesting Steelix! Earthquake! Argus roared.
Knowing this attack would spell defeat, Daz instructed Cobroast to attack with Fire Blast. Each Pokmon attacked simultaneously. A powerful tremor quaked Cobroast into submission just as a blazing jet of flame licked Steelixs metallic body. Each Pokmon was overcome. Argus recalled Steelix as Daz rushed over to tend to Cobroast.
Very good very good Argus breathed. Very few have ever come so close to beating me before. You have your fathers blood in your veins after all.
Travel along side with my Umbreon!
Seen December 20th, 2004
Posted December 18th, 2004
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*clap clap* Very good I like it! The chapters are actually long and intesting. I'll be sure to read every chapter after this!

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Chapter Two Psyclones Warning
What did you knew my dad? Daz looked up wide-eyed, stunned by Argus words.
Oh yes, said Argus placidly. He was once my mentor, and the champion of the Pokmon League.
My father? Really? Dazs amazement was profound. Hed never heard a word about his father from his mother. To hear that his father had been the greatest trainer in Merto from a mere stranger was astounding. What happened to him?
He was the champion for years. No challenger could defeat him, no matter how they might try. His skill was so great that trainers would quit battles after one round, knowing that they would be torn apart by his incredible power. Your father then became consumed by his own sense of strength and became arrogant. He sought things that many would deem unthinkable, and became bored of life as the champion, so he left Greatvine Mountain.
Daz shifted uncomfortably. What things?
Argus considered this question for a moment, looking uneasy then shook his head. No, I cannot say. Look! The sun is starting to set. Come, let us leave the mountainside. We dont want to be here when night falls. Argus fumbled to take another silver disc from his belt and he released the Pokmon inside; an Eagold. It spread its beautiful broad wings majestically and ruffled the shimmering golden plumage on its body. I hope you dont mind flying, Argus grinned. Eagold was certainly large enough to seat more than one, so Daz immediately knew what Argus was suggesting.
Argus mounted the bird Pokmon and beckoned for Daz to do the same. Still a little unsure of the stranger, Daz cautiously approached. Is it safe?
Of course! He is a splendid flier.
Casting aside all inhibitions, Daz decided hed go for the ride. Almost as soon as Daz climbed onto the Pokmons golden back, it took to the skies. The flight was unexpectedly smooth; Argus wasnt wrong about Eagold being a splendid flier. While he was swift, knifing effortlessly through the air, Daz still felt safe fixed to his back.
The sun was beginning to dip behind the mountains as the sky magnificently changed hue. They flew for half an hour under a blanket of orange, passing over the sparkling ocean to mainland Merto. They continued due south while Argus whispered instructions to Eagold, until eventually they passed over a lush forest bordering the grand metropolis of Mezereon City. Eagold spiralled down to the ground, allowing its riders to dismount. Argus stroked the Pokmons golden head, and then called him back to its PokDisc.
Mezereon City eh? Daz said, gazing at the towering structures that were so familiar to him. He had been here before to challenge the gym leader Duncan and his Virus Pokmon. He and Argus walked out onto the path, deciding to go to a Pokmon Center to heal their Pokmon from the battle. It was a larger Center than most of those around Merto, for it was the core of infrastructure around the region, the Pokmon Communications Center. It was in fact huge, adorned with a shining gold roof.
When inside, they handed their Pokmon to the nurse and took a seat while they waited.
So, Daz began, why are we here in Mezereon City?
I have business here. There is a meeting tomorrow for strong trainers to decide what is going to happen with the Pokmon League now that your father has left. The Elite Four are arriving tomorrow to chair it. You can come if you like.
Really? Thatd be cool. Where do I go?
The town hall tomorrow, at one oclock. Its next to the gym. You cant miss it. Heres a ticket.
~* * * *~
Night had fallen. The black veil of night choked the still, cold air. The chill seemed to grip the trees on the roadside for they didnt move in the slightest. There was a thick fog that relentlessly gripped the surroundings. The outside of the temple was in darkness, but a faintly flickering light was coming from inside. Many torches were alight with flame as the one known as the Fangking continued to decipher the ancient messages.
Having spent many hours working on the main puzzle opposite to the entrance, he was suddenly disturbed by approaching footsteps. They were heavy against the stone floor and echoed sinisterly around the chamber.
Whos there? Fangking called out. A dark figure was framed in the opening to the temple, silhouetted against the blackness.
Its me, replied a cold voice. Are you any further with the mission?
Oh, yes master. I should be able to solve the clues by tomorrow afternoon. Fang turned away from the tablet to face his boss, and bowed.
Good work, Fang. I trust that you will not fail. You of course know that there will be penalties if you should not complete this task on time. It is vital that the Elite Four are nearby to witness the rising of Team Spectres mighty legacy!
Dont worry. Trust me like you said.
With that, the man left while Fang resumed his solving of the puzzle, smiling bitterly. He scraped dirt from the scrawlings on the enormous stone tablet.
Azhus dorsaktus ke honotha rilacta Show respect to the mighty? Fang laughed a cold laugh, finally realising what he had to do. He thought he could feel a brewing wind. My master is all too trusting. If he thinks the Three will belong to him, then hes insane! Theyre mine!
You think that?
Wha? Fang wheeled around, his black heart suddenly pounding. Behind him was a blue Pokmon with wild black hair that blustered and raged as though in a gale. It hovered above the ground, held aloft by a swirling column of air below it. It was a Psyclone, the mysterious Pokmon that had control of the atmosphere.
I thought you were my boss, Fang muttered, calming down somewhat.
You are a fool, snarled Psyclone in a deep voice. Its mouth barely moved.
Whatever. It was just a stupid mistake. What the hell do you want anyway?
I am here to warn you. You must not release the Three! They know that youre here. Theyre already awake. I have sensed it.
Yeah, I know youre psychic and all that, but if youre so good you should know that thats what I want
Dont be so foolish, Fangking! a wild wind began to whip up the dust in the chamber. Psyclones eyes flashed white with anger. Fang shielded his own eyes as a stream of sand spat at his face.
The Dragons are MINE! roared Fang, drawing a PokDisc from his belt.
Psyclone suddenly withdrew and shifted backwards in horror. The gust subsided. Dont do it, croaked the Pokmon.
Fangs menacing laugh cut through the temple. You know whats in here? You know whatll happen when I release it? Very good! Psyclone resisted the temptation to grow angry.
You cannot know what will happen once the Three are freed from their prison. Such terror hasnt been seen in thousands of years! The Dark will prevail where the Light succeeded before, and their Evil will reign for eternity!
What are you talking about? I will be their master! Neither the Dark nor the Light will bother me! Fang spat.
Psyclone shook its wild head. I know you seek to do it tomorrow. I also know it is pointless to try and dissuade you. You fully intend to release these demons and allow them to destroy our world. But I will tell you this; the Three will not be controlled by a human, for they despise all life that holds any trace of goodness inside. Through your evil exterior, a truth will awaken in you when you realise that things have not turned out the way you desired, but it will be too late. Your darkness will have already destroyed you.
A ringing silence ensued. Fang glared at the Pokmon. You sound so great and wise, but it means nothing. The Three will respect my power, and once I control them, I will have them destroy you first. Now, leave me alone.
So be it.
Chapter Three Evils Dawn
The next afternoon, Daz went down to the town hall, aspiring to meet the Elite Four and other great trainers. He assumed that Argus was already there, since he hadnt seen him all day.
The hall was a beautiful building, decorated with old marble columns and stained glass windows with intricate depictions of Pokmon. Daz burst inside eagerly and handed over his ticket to the man on the door. He then rushed into the main hall and looked around. He couldnt spot Argus among the great commotion of excited trainers inside the room, but the greatest trainers of Merto were about to enter.
Would you all please welcome the Elite Four? called an announcer over the microphone, his enthusiastic tones filling the room. Graham! a short, stocky man with jet black hair took a seat on the far left. Cindy! a pretty red-haired girl sat down beside him. Heather! a woman with golden locks wearing a white dress came in next. And finally, Ivan! the final member of the Elite Four joined the ranks, a tall man dressed in a grey suit. His dark spectacles hid his eyes. He had a sheet of grey hair and a short beard. Ivan was handed the microphone and addressed the spectators.
A good day to all trainers here today. I am sure that many of you have been waiting to hear about the new trainers joining the Merto League. There was a murmur of consent from the crowd. Well, I wont keep you waiting for too much longer. To let you all know, the successive champion will be named, then a new member of the Elite Four, and after that two new gym leaders. Three of those four posts have already been decided. The last is yet to be filled, but I assure you that today it will be done. Graham?
Graham stood up and took the microphone. Thanks Ivan. Right, to business. To succeed the former champion Warren Carthy, the longest serving and strongest member of the Elite Four has been chosen. Ivan is now the champion of the Pokmon league. A roar of appreciative applause and cheers broke out, and quickly subsided as Graham waved his hand for quiet.
This means that a new member of the Elite Four is to be selected. The obvious choice was the brilliant gym leader Magnus, for he has been a great asset to the Merto Challenge for a very long time and has finally earned his place. Therefore, his son Max is now taking charge of Pinefalls gym. Again, there was approval from the crowd as Magnus (of whom Daz had defeated during his gym challenge) came onstage to take his seat alongside the Elite Four. Max, who looked very similar to his father only with darker hair and fewer lines, came up to take a quick bow, and then returned to the floor.
Graham continued. As Im sure many of you know, Fiona is leaving the gym in Silverbirch Town, but her replacement has not yet been selected. A shortlist has been put together, and the final three will duke it out with trainers here today to decide which is strongest. First up is Joel, a master of Rock types.
A young man stepped out into the centre of the hall. He certainly looked formidable. His blond hair was gelled into spikes and his eyes were narrowed in preparation for battle. His hand was placed on the Pokballs at his waist.
But first, we need a challenger! said Graham. You, by the door! The Elite Four trainer pointed directly at a stunned Daz. You can have a round.
Daz shook slightly as he stepped up to the edge of the battleground painted in white lines on the mahogany floor. He hadnt expected to battle a potential new gym leader, but he realised this trainer wouldnt possibly be as good as some of the others he had faced before. He prepared to send out Starmie, knowing that Water types had the edge over Rock.
But then came a mighty sound as every trainers Pokmon suddenly erupted from their containers. Creatures of all shapes and sizes at once were packed into the crowd, all seemingly frantic about something. Over the commotion, nobody could hear what was happening outside
Dazs Pokmon were huddled around him. There were hundreds of Pokmon squashed into the hall, but some were trying to file outside. Not one was listening to its trainers commands to get back inside its Pokball or Disc.
SHUT UP! Ivan roared unexpectedly. Like a shot, the room was silent. From outside, mighty rolls of thunder and the sound of heavy rain drumming on the roof could be heard. People began to gasp and question what was happening. Daz hurried outside, following his terrified Leafly. He was soon joined by a number of others, including Ivan. Some were pointing at the overcast sky. Bolts of lightning littered fractured the clouds and illuminated the world around. A ferocious downpour surged from above, drenching everything in sight. Others were looking towards something on the horizon. In the distance, three shapes were swirling about below the cloud. They were all long and serpentine, weaving through the air like it was water.
What are they? cried terrified voices.
No it cannot be Ivan pulled off his sunglasses and gazed disbelievingly on the horror before him.
What? What is it? Daz asked, confused.
Somehow, I dont know, but the great Dragons have been freed from their underground prison
And I guess that thats a bad thing, right?
Ivan looked at him, and then back to the three undulating beasts. Were in big trouble.
~* * * *~
You did it, Fang! How? Argus stood in amazement, watching the Dragons circle above him.
I had to show them respect, Fang muttered. It meant I had to bring a Kirosyche to the temple.
Argus licked his lips. All that is left is to catch them. Give me the MasterDiscs!
Fang looked up icily. The purple and silver Discs were inside his cloak. No, he said.
WHAT? Argus was incandescent with rage. You WILL give me them! These beasts are mine! They belong to Team Spectre!
No, they belong to me, said Fang coolly. I solved the clues and I freed them. Theyre mine and I intend to catch them myself.
Argus snatched a Disc from his belt and let out a ferocious Salamence. It reared its spiked head and flexed its powerful wings. Its tail thrashed about as it waited for its masters command. If you deceived us, then I will do the job myself! Argus climbed onto his Salamence and it took to the heavens alongside the three mighty beasts.
There was Aquas, a blue beast that undulated like waves on the sea. There was Aquis, the yellow dragon that darted and zigzagged like lightning. There was Aquus, a creature covered in red scales that danced in the air like fire. They were all huge and snakelike.
Youre mine, seethed Argus. The Three roared viciously as Argus drew nearer, and Aquus spat a burst of fire at him. Salamence dodged the flames, and flew closer still
~* * * *~
The storm of the Three spread over Merto. But beneath mountains north of Mezereon, something was stirring. A great and mighty Pokmon had been awakened by the disturbance of the Dragons awakening. In the blackness of its cavern, it loosened batlike wings and lifted above the ground. It wound its way through a tunnel through the mountainside until it emerged into the pouring rain. It had a tall, thin, black body with skeletal limbs and ragged wings. Two blue horns carved from diamond protruded from its skull, and parts of its body was encrusted with glittering jewels. A shadow seemed to engulf its entire body in a trail of darkness. It flew south over the mountains, heading towards Mezereon City
Meanwhile, a second Pokmon was coming back to life after laying dormant for thousands of years. It resided in another set of mountains south of the city. Its feathery wings gave it flight for the first time in millennia, and green gems shimmered with white light. A golden halo burst out in a brilliant white aura as the Pokmon sensed the danger, and the rest of its body began to radiate incredible light. It had a job to do.
~* * * *~
In an unknown space, a void, a place without time or boundaries, the Timeless One saw all. The Light was destined to fail. There was no way it could curb the evil of the Dragons, for their anger and enmity was limitless. They would follow the Dark king until their thirst for revenge was satisfied. It could mean only one thing Geminine, the Timeless Knight, was coming.
What did you knew my dad? Daz looked up wide-eyed, stunned by Argus words.
Oh yes, said Argus placidly. He was once my mentor, and the champion of the Pokmon League.
My father? Really? Dazs amazement was profound. Hed never heard a word about his father from his mother. To hear that his father had been the greatest trainer in Merto from a mere stranger was astounding. What happened to him?
He was the champion for years. No challenger could defeat him, no matter how they might try. His skill was so great that trainers would quit battles after one round, knowing that they would be torn apart by his incredible power. Your father then became consumed by his own sense of strength and became arrogant. He sought things that many would deem unthinkable, and became bored of life as the champion, so he left Greatvine Mountain.
Daz shifted uncomfortably. What things?
Argus considered this question for a moment, looking uneasy then shook his head. No, I cannot say. Look! The sun is starting to set. Come, let us leave the mountainside. We dont want to be here when night falls. Argus fumbled to take another silver disc from his belt and he released the Pokmon inside; an Eagold. It spread its beautiful broad wings majestically and ruffled the shimmering golden plumage on its body. I hope you dont mind flying, Argus grinned. Eagold was certainly large enough to seat more than one, so Daz immediately knew what Argus was suggesting.
Argus mounted the bird Pokmon and beckoned for Daz to do the same. Still a little unsure of the stranger, Daz cautiously approached. Is it safe?
Of course! He is a splendid flier.
Casting aside all inhibitions, Daz decided hed go for the ride. Almost as soon as Daz climbed onto the Pokmons golden back, it took to the skies. The flight was unexpectedly smooth; Argus wasnt wrong about Eagold being a splendid flier. While he was swift, knifing effortlessly through the air, Daz still felt safe fixed to his back.
The sun was beginning to dip behind the mountains as the sky magnificently changed hue. They flew for half an hour under a blanket of orange, passing over the sparkling ocean to mainland Merto. They continued due south while Argus whispered instructions to Eagold, until eventually they passed over a lush forest bordering the grand metropolis of Mezereon City. Eagold spiralled down to the ground, allowing its riders to dismount. Argus stroked the Pokmons golden head, and then called him back to its PokDisc.
Mezereon City eh? Daz said, gazing at the towering structures that were so familiar to him. He had been here before to challenge the gym leader Duncan and his Virus Pokmon. He and Argus walked out onto the path, deciding to go to a Pokmon Center to heal their Pokmon from the battle. It was a larger Center than most of those around Merto, for it was the core of infrastructure around the region, the Pokmon Communications Center. It was in fact huge, adorned with a shining gold roof.
When inside, they handed their Pokmon to the nurse and took a seat while they waited.
So, Daz began, why are we here in Mezereon City?
I have business here. There is a meeting tomorrow for strong trainers to decide what is going to happen with the Pokmon League now that your father has left. The Elite Four are arriving tomorrow to chair it. You can come if you like.
Really? Thatd be cool. Where do I go?
The town hall tomorrow, at one oclock. Its next to the gym. You cant miss it. Heres a ticket.
~* * * *~
Night had fallen. The black veil of night choked the still, cold air. The chill seemed to grip the trees on the roadside for they didnt move in the slightest. There was a thick fog that relentlessly gripped the surroundings. The outside of the temple was in darkness, but a faintly flickering light was coming from inside. Many torches were alight with flame as the one known as the Fangking continued to decipher the ancient messages.
Having spent many hours working on the main puzzle opposite to the entrance, he was suddenly disturbed by approaching footsteps. They were heavy against the stone floor and echoed sinisterly around the chamber.
Whos there? Fangking called out. A dark figure was framed in the opening to the temple, silhouetted against the blackness.
Its me, replied a cold voice. Are you any further with the mission?
Oh, yes master. I should be able to solve the clues by tomorrow afternoon. Fang turned away from the tablet to face his boss, and bowed.
Good work, Fang. I trust that you will not fail. You of course know that there will be penalties if you should not complete this task on time. It is vital that the Elite Four are nearby to witness the rising of Team Spectres mighty legacy!
Dont worry. Trust me like you said.
With that, the man left while Fang resumed his solving of the puzzle, smiling bitterly. He scraped dirt from the scrawlings on the enormous stone tablet.
Azhus dorsaktus ke honotha rilacta Show respect to the mighty? Fang laughed a cold laugh, finally realising what he had to do. He thought he could feel a brewing wind. My master is all too trusting. If he thinks the Three will belong to him, then hes insane! Theyre mine!
You think that?
Wha? Fang wheeled around, his black heart suddenly pounding. Behind him was a blue Pokmon with wild black hair that blustered and raged as though in a gale. It hovered above the ground, held aloft by a swirling column of air below it. It was a Psyclone, the mysterious Pokmon that had control of the atmosphere.
I thought you were my boss, Fang muttered, calming down somewhat.
You are a fool, snarled Psyclone in a deep voice. Its mouth barely moved.
Whatever. It was just a stupid mistake. What the hell do you want anyway?
I am here to warn you. You must not release the Three! They know that youre here. Theyre already awake. I have sensed it.
Yeah, I know youre psychic and all that, but if youre so good you should know that thats what I want
Dont be so foolish, Fangking! a wild wind began to whip up the dust in the chamber. Psyclones eyes flashed white with anger. Fang shielded his own eyes as a stream of sand spat at his face.
The Dragons are MINE! roared Fang, drawing a PokDisc from his belt.
Psyclone suddenly withdrew and shifted backwards in horror. The gust subsided. Dont do it, croaked the Pokmon.
Fangs menacing laugh cut through the temple. You know whats in here? You know whatll happen when I release it? Very good! Psyclone resisted the temptation to grow angry.
You cannot know what will happen once the Three are freed from their prison. Such terror hasnt been seen in thousands of years! The Dark will prevail where the Light succeeded before, and their Evil will reign for eternity!
What are you talking about? I will be their master! Neither the Dark nor the Light will bother me! Fang spat.
Psyclone shook its wild head. I know you seek to do it tomorrow. I also know it is pointless to try and dissuade you. You fully intend to release these demons and allow them to destroy our world. But I will tell you this; the Three will not be controlled by a human, for they despise all life that holds any trace of goodness inside. Through your evil exterior, a truth will awaken in you when you realise that things have not turned out the way you desired, but it will be too late. Your darkness will have already destroyed you.
A ringing silence ensued. Fang glared at the Pokmon. You sound so great and wise, but it means nothing. The Three will respect my power, and once I control them, I will have them destroy you first. Now, leave me alone.
So be it.
Chapter Three Evils Dawn
The next afternoon, Daz went down to the town hall, aspiring to meet the Elite Four and other great trainers. He assumed that Argus was already there, since he hadnt seen him all day.
The hall was a beautiful building, decorated with old marble columns and stained glass windows with intricate depictions of Pokmon. Daz burst inside eagerly and handed over his ticket to the man on the door. He then rushed into the main hall and looked around. He couldnt spot Argus among the great commotion of excited trainers inside the room, but the greatest trainers of Merto were about to enter.
Would you all please welcome the Elite Four? called an announcer over the microphone, his enthusiastic tones filling the room. Graham! a short, stocky man with jet black hair took a seat on the far left. Cindy! a pretty red-haired girl sat down beside him. Heather! a woman with golden locks wearing a white dress came in next. And finally, Ivan! the final member of the Elite Four joined the ranks, a tall man dressed in a grey suit. His dark spectacles hid his eyes. He had a sheet of grey hair and a short beard. Ivan was handed the microphone and addressed the spectators.
A good day to all trainers here today. I am sure that many of you have been waiting to hear about the new trainers joining the Merto League. There was a murmur of consent from the crowd. Well, I wont keep you waiting for too much longer. To let you all know, the successive champion will be named, then a new member of the Elite Four, and after that two new gym leaders. Three of those four posts have already been decided. The last is yet to be filled, but I assure you that today it will be done. Graham?
Graham stood up and took the microphone. Thanks Ivan. Right, to business. To succeed the former champion Warren Carthy, the longest serving and strongest member of the Elite Four has been chosen. Ivan is now the champion of the Pokmon league. A roar of appreciative applause and cheers broke out, and quickly subsided as Graham waved his hand for quiet.
This means that a new member of the Elite Four is to be selected. The obvious choice was the brilliant gym leader Magnus, for he has been a great asset to the Merto Challenge for a very long time and has finally earned his place. Therefore, his son Max is now taking charge of Pinefalls gym. Again, there was approval from the crowd as Magnus (of whom Daz had defeated during his gym challenge) came onstage to take his seat alongside the Elite Four. Max, who looked very similar to his father only with darker hair and fewer lines, came up to take a quick bow, and then returned to the floor.
Graham continued. As Im sure many of you know, Fiona is leaving the gym in Silverbirch Town, but her replacement has not yet been selected. A shortlist has been put together, and the final three will duke it out with trainers here today to decide which is strongest. First up is Joel, a master of Rock types.
A young man stepped out into the centre of the hall. He certainly looked formidable. His blond hair was gelled into spikes and his eyes were narrowed in preparation for battle. His hand was placed on the Pokballs at his waist.
But first, we need a challenger! said Graham. You, by the door! The Elite Four trainer pointed directly at a stunned Daz. You can have a round.
Daz shook slightly as he stepped up to the edge of the battleground painted in white lines on the mahogany floor. He hadnt expected to battle a potential new gym leader, but he realised this trainer wouldnt possibly be as good as some of the others he had faced before. He prepared to send out Starmie, knowing that Water types had the edge over Rock.
But then came a mighty sound as every trainers Pokmon suddenly erupted from their containers. Creatures of all shapes and sizes at once were packed into the crowd, all seemingly frantic about something. Over the commotion, nobody could hear what was happening outside
Dazs Pokmon were huddled around him. There were hundreds of Pokmon squashed into the hall, but some were trying to file outside. Not one was listening to its trainers commands to get back inside its Pokball or Disc.
SHUT UP! Ivan roared unexpectedly. Like a shot, the room was silent. From outside, mighty rolls of thunder and the sound of heavy rain drumming on the roof could be heard. People began to gasp and question what was happening. Daz hurried outside, following his terrified Leafly. He was soon joined by a number of others, including Ivan. Some were pointing at the overcast sky. Bolts of lightning littered fractured the clouds and illuminated the world around. A ferocious downpour surged from above, drenching everything in sight. Others were looking towards something on the horizon. In the distance, three shapes were swirling about below the cloud. They were all long and serpentine, weaving through the air like it was water.
What are they? cried terrified voices.
No it cannot be Ivan pulled off his sunglasses and gazed disbelievingly on the horror before him.
What? What is it? Daz asked, confused.
Somehow, I dont know, but the great Dragons have been freed from their underground prison
And I guess that thats a bad thing, right?
Ivan looked at him, and then back to the three undulating beasts. Were in big trouble.
~* * * *~
You did it, Fang! How? Argus stood in amazement, watching the Dragons circle above him.
I had to show them respect, Fang muttered. It meant I had to bring a Kirosyche to the temple.
Argus licked his lips. All that is left is to catch them. Give me the MasterDiscs!
Fang looked up icily. The purple and silver Discs were inside his cloak. No, he said.
WHAT? Argus was incandescent with rage. You WILL give me them! These beasts are mine! They belong to Team Spectre!
No, they belong to me, said Fang coolly. I solved the clues and I freed them. Theyre mine and I intend to catch them myself.
Argus snatched a Disc from his belt and let out a ferocious Salamence. It reared its spiked head and flexed its powerful wings. Its tail thrashed about as it waited for its masters command. If you deceived us, then I will do the job myself! Argus climbed onto his Salamence and it took to the heavens alongside the three mighty beasts.
There was Aquas, a blue beast that undulated like waves on the sea. There was Aquis, the yellow dragon that darted and zigzagged like lightning. There was Aquus, a creature covered in red scales that danced in the air like fire. They were all huge and snakelike.
Youre mine, seethed Argus. The Three roared viciously as Argus drew nearer, and Aquus spat a burst of fire at him. Salamence dodged the flames, and flew closer still
~* * * *~
The storm of the Three spread over Merto. But beneath mountains north of Mezereon, something was stirring. A great and mighty Pokmon had been awakened by the disturbance of the Dragons awakening. In the blackness of its cavern, it loosened batlike wings and lifted above the ground. It wound its way through a tunnel through the mountainside until it emerged into the pouring rain. It had a tall, thin, black body with skeletal limbs and ragged wings. Two blue horns carved from diamond protruded from its skull, and parts of its body was encrusted with glittering jewels. A shadow seemed to engulf its entire body in a trail of darkness. It flew south over the mountains, heading towards Mezereon City
Meanwhile, a second Pokmon was coming back to life after laying dormant for thousands of years. It resided in another set of mountains south of the city. Its feathery wings gave it flight for the first time in millennia, and green gems shimmered with white light. A golden halo burst out in a brilliant white aura as the Pokmon sensed the danger, and the rest of its body began to radiate incredible light. It had a job to do.
~* * * *~
In an unknown space, a void, a place without time or boundaries, the Timeless One saw all. The Light was destined to fail. There was no way it could curb the evil of the Dragons, for their anger and enmity was limitless. They would follow the Dark king until their thirst for revenge was satisfied. It could mean only one thing Geminine, the Timeless Knight, was coming.