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Okay, so I finally decided to post this here. Hopefully it goes through okay and I can properly post my chapters the way they should be.
So this story is The Messanger of Time, the first part of six in the Legacy of Sylver Series. This story goes about the Messanger Vincent Verona, from the Spiritual Council, who takes on the task to prevent the destruction of time. (Note: A large portion of this story will consist of the Pokémon Mystery Dungeon Explorers series, but it is not a direct copy of it.)
As a warning, there will be mild language, fights involving death (as ironic as that may sound being what this story is about), some romance scenes and dark moments which may be disturbing to minors. Do not read if you do not wish to see these points.
And so now, we delve into the start of the Legacy of Sylver Series, full of mystery, adventure and suspense. Do enjoy The Messanger of Time!
Part 1 - The Beginning
Prologue
Chapter 1: New Family
Chapter 2: The Bond
Chapter 3: Discovering The Truth
So this story is The Messanger of Time, the first part of six in the Legacy of Sylver Series. This story goes about the Messanger Vincent Verona, from the Spiritual Council, who takes on the task to prevent the destruction of time. (Note: A large portion of this story will consist of the Pokémon Mystery Dungeon Explorers series, but it is not a direct copy of it.)
As a warning, there will be mild language, fights involving death (as ironic as that may sound being what this story is about), some romance scenes and dark moments which may be disturbing to minors. Do not read if you do not wish to see these points.
And so now, we delve into the start of the Legacy of Sylver Series, full of mystery, adventure and suspense. Do enjoy The Messanger of Time!
Part 1 - The Beginning
Prologue
Spoiler:
The world is growing darker... Each day, I can feel life slipping away... It is nearly time...
Only the final one can prevent the great crisis... But can he do it?
This will be the ultimate test for him...
Good luck... Vincent Verona.
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Only the final one can prevent the great crisis... But can he do it?
This will be the ultimate test for him...
Good luck... Vincent Verona.
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It is October 15, 1990 at Temporal Tower, the ending point of the Messanger of Time, Gerald Grey, who is in the form of a blue-flamed Typhlosion. He is followed by Lucas Crane, who has been alongside Gerald through his entire task. He is in the form of a Mightyena, and is a Messanger sent out by the Spiritual Council to take on the Spacial Task.
For those unaware of what the Spiritual Council is, they're a group of beings in a plain between life and the afterlife, who have been chosen to serve Arceus in protecting the various realms in existance. They send individuals called Messangers on lifelong tasks to prevent foreseen calamities from befalling these realms. Two of which, are Gerald and Lucas.
In the Spiritual World, most take on a human form as they serve the Council. Gerald would be in that of an average sized male appearing in his early thirties and having short, brown hair and dark blue eyes. Under normal circumstances, he would be seen in a somewhat thick attire, and he has a bold personality, but is known to make rash choices at times.
Lucas, however, is one of the more calm and focused nature. He would be seen normally as a tall man in his late twenties and having black hair slightly longer than that of Gerald's. Eyes of a deep amethyst color reflect his wealth of intelligence and wisdom, often fabricating ideas that have proven beneficial for the rest of the Council. He is known to suit primarily in a priest-like outfit, however he preferred the darker colors, which could come from the idea that 'darkness' is not necessarily an evil force, but harder to make proper use of.
This idea may also reflect on the fact that he is naturally born a Mightyena, as he appears in the physical world. The same is for Gerald, being that of a Typhlosion.
As the two reach the top of the tall tower long seen as a sacred monument to all who live in this realm, Gerald looks down at the necklace which he was given to hold contact with a close friend. He remembers the vow he made to one day return safely from his task. And he will do everything in his power to make that true.
But is that enough? He begins to wonder if he's followed the right path to finally come to this point. As he looks ahead to the shrine which awaits them, he takes his bag and pulls out five small objects in the shapes of teal gears. After looking at them for a moment, he walks forward and examines the shrine, seeing fine carved indentations which the gears would be placed in order to restore the proper flow of time throughout the realm.
He begins to place each Time Gear in the shrine, growing more tense with each one placed. As he takes the last one, he stares at it for what seems like forever. Lucas walks over to his side and nudges him, getting his attention and then nodding to him. As he reaches out to place it, his attention is caught by a deep growl behind them as they both turn, seeing what looks like Dialga. However, he is dark blue in color and the diamond which is normally clear, is a deep crimson red.
Upon the sight, Gerald lowers his arm and steps back from him. However, he only backs into the shrine behind him as he stares up at the deity of time in Primal form. The sheer sight of this dark entity sends chills through him as he faces fear in the eyes.
Lucas soon steps forward, staring up at Dialga as he stands inbetween him and the Typhlosion whom he swore to protect during their task. Not taking his eyes off the large creature, he speaks in a low tone. "It's now or never, my friend. Place it before it's too late."
Gerald looks at him, and slowly nods as he holds up the Time Gear and is about to turn to the shrine. But Dialga roars out and fires a beam of energy at them, the two barely dodging as they are separated by an explosion that could've destroyed them both.
Upon landing, Gerald drops the Time Gear in his paw, it rolling across the ground as it nears the tower's edge. He quickly rushes after it as it rolls over, about to jump after it as Lucas yells out to him and grabs him.
"Gerald, no! It's too late to go after it!"
Gerald growls and throws him back, looking over the edge as the a feeling of dread comes over him when the Time Gear hits the ground below, shattering into several pieces.
Lucas slowly staggers up, looking at him as he stares down over the edge in complete silence. "...Gerald?"
Gerald turns and walks by Lucas, speaking quietly. "It's over... I've failed..."
Lucas watches him, turning as he walks by, towards Dialga. "I'm sorry, Gerald... There was nothing we could do."
Gerald looks up at Dialga, who stares back down at him, no longer attacking as the task has already ended in failure. The Typhlosion growls lightly and clenches his paws. "This isn't the end... I may have failed, but we will find a way..."
Dialga snorts in response, turning and walking away. And soon after, Gerald drops to the ground, emitting a silvery glow. Lucas, seeing this, runs to his side and crouches down to him.
"Hey! Gerald, look at me..."
Gerald lifts his head to look up at the Mightyena, who stares into his eyes.
"I'll make sure it changes. You've done well, my friend... Just go back, I'll take things from here."
Gerald slowly nods and lays his head down. "...And to think, I was so close... to finishing it, once and for all. I guess, just like the others, It'll end empty-handed for me."
Lucas nudges him. "Hey, don't say that. You won't fall like the others have. I'll see to that."
Gerald grunts and chuckles a bit, closing his eyes. "You're a good friend, Lucas... Keep at it, wherever you go."
Lucas nods and smiles a little. "Farewell, my friend... I'll see you, in time."
Gerald smiles and lets out a breath as he fades away in silver particles, returning to the Spiritual World as Lucas slowly steps back.
He then turns to the shrine and sighs. "I guess... it's up to one more to finish the task. I just hope they can pick the right one..."
Lucas walks off, fading into the shadows as he prepares for the next to come.
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"What... What do you want? ...No. No! I'm not going!"
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~October 16, 1990~
"Vincent? Are you awake?"
A tall male, looking to be in his late teens, sits up on his bed and looks to the door. He has short, dark hair and deep blue eyes, and wears clothing of seemingly average style. A short-sleeved white shirt and long light blue jeans, looking almost a size large for him and held with a black leather belt which is hidden under his shirt.
"What is it, Joseph? ...Why do I get the feeling from your look that somemthing bad happened?"
Another man, nearly Vincent's height and in thin, silver robes, stands in the doorway. His blue hair is held by a silver band and he bears a long katana on his side. He looks back at the younger male with lighter blue eyes, having an uneasy expression.
"You've been summoned to the Council Chamber. It can't wait."
Vincent gets up and looks at him curiously. "What happened?"
"Come. I'll explain on the way."
As the two walk out, Joseph explains to Vincent what happened during Gerald's task, and how the Council Elites found him unconscious upon his return. He seemed to be brutally injured. By what, is not known. For what they knew, he returned with no incident. It is thought that he was attacked before they came to him. But as of yet, he hasn't regained consciousness.
Vincent looks down in thought. "But what could've happened..? And you said he failed his task? That's not like him..."
Joseph shakes his head. "I don't really know the details. But he may be awake when we get there."
Vincent nods slowly and looks ahead as they climb the stairs to the Council Chamber. As they enter, he looks to the room on the left, being the infirmary. He looks around inside, noticing Gerald on a nearby bed and running to him. He is seen to be in human form. "Gerald? Gerald, can you hear me?"
He slowly opens his eyes and looks up at Vincent, blinking and then letting out a small sigh. "How'd I know I'd see you here..?"
"What happened to you? Do you remember?"
Gerald slowly shakes his head. "I was attacked... He tried to take me... as soon as I came back..."
"Who? Who did this, Gerald?"
He winces in pain, trying to speak, but losing conscious again.
"Gerald..? Gerald!"
Joseph, who is watching from the doorway, shakes his head and sighs. "And yet more questions left unanswered..."
Vincent looks at him and shakes his head. "What is happening lately?"
Joseph turns to the hall. "I wish I knew. But we can't spend any more time here. The Minister's expecting you." He then walks out.
Vincent blinks. "The Minister... But he was just elected, yesterday. He's already assigned to a meeting?"
He decides to shrug it off and follow Joseph out, going down the hall to the main chamber. He looks around, the room seeming to be practically empty, other than a couple people in the seats and the Minister at his desk in the front.
As he walks over to the pedistal, he looks up at the Minister. Joseph goes to a nearby seat and sits down. The Minister, seeming to be somewhat impatient, is going through papers on his desk.
"...Minister? Is something the matter?"
"I'm expecting another. He seems to be late in his appearance."
"Another..?" Vincent turns to hear quick footsteps down the hall as he sees a shorter male with light brown hair and green eyes run into the room. He rushes to the other pedistal and pants. "I'm sorry, Minister. I tried to get here as fast as I could."
The Minster eyes him irritably. "Of course you did, James. And I don't suppose your mentor did his job at making sure you got here in time?"
A blonde-haired man dressed in all black runs into the room and looks up at him. "Not true, he was dodging the subject and decided to take a few side trips."
The Minister holds his hand out. "That's enough, Chris. I will hear no more of this. The fact of the matter is, under no circumstances should individuals ever be late to a summoning. The Elder will know of this."
Chris grunts and sits down next to Joseph, folding his arms. "It wasn't my fault..."
Joseph rolls his eyes. "Just accept it and move on so we can get to the purpose of this meeting."
The Minister nods and looks down at Vincent and James. "Now, you two have been called here under special orders."
Vincent looks over at James. "What kind of trouble did you get into this time, hmm?"
"No more than usual... I hope."
The Minister clears his throat and speaks again. "He is in no trouble. The situation calls for a different cause. And that is, you two are brought here to fulfill your role as Messangers. There is a task chosen for each of you."
James looks back up at him and tilts his head. "Oh? And what kind of task is this, might I ask?"
"Your task is that of the Peace Messanger. And as such, you will be sent to Earthrealm under said terms."
He nods slowly and looks over at Vincent. "And what of him?"
Vincent looks up at the Minister, having a feeling of tension as he can tell what he is about to say.
"We have received intelligence that Gerald Grey has failed the Temporal Task, yesterday. And because of this, a new Messanger must be assigned the task..."
James blinks and looks back at the Minister. "Wait. You can't be saying..." He looks at Vincent, then back at the Minister. "Do you realize just what you're putting him on?"
"We've no other choice. Vincent's records have shown his level of abilities in fulfilling his tasks. Regardless of a recent occurance, he is still in highest standards, and one of our best."
Vincent looks away in silence at his words. Having the memories of what had previously happened, he is uncertain he can take on such a task. But if it's what the Spiritual Council has chosen, then it is something he must do.
After a moment, he looks back up at the Minister. "I accept this task..."
James looks back at him and shakes his head. "You can't be serious, Vincent! You know what happened to the other three."
"There's no choice, James!"
He steps back, now quiet, and Vincent turns to him.
"It'll be okay... Trust me on this. I'll see to it that it gets done and I come back safely."
He sighs and slowly nods. "Fine... But be careful. I don't like this idea, one bit."
Vincent then turns back to the Minister and nods. "Go on."
The Minister nods and hits a switch, what looks like a hologram appearing in front of them. "Due to your current positions, you shall enter the world from a natural birth, and live your tasks."
James looks at the one in front of him and sighs. "I know..." He runs through the list, reading the names and then tapping one of them. "Done."
Vincent looks at him curiously. "That was fast..."
"It's intuition. I know this one will be right for me."
He shrugs and looks through his own list, going through the names and blinking as he overlooks one of them. "...Minister? What is with this one?" He taps one and the Minister looks over his papers.
"Chrissa Verona and Samuel Alicera... Wait, what is this? They shouldn't even be here. From this report, the documentary on these people was found destroyed two weeks ago."
"Destroyed... Curious..."
James looks at him. "Don't tell me you're actually going to go with them."
"You know I always pick the ones that stand out the most to me. Perhaps if I go with them, I'll find out just what happened to their documents. Clearly, someone doesn't want us to know about them."
"You're insane..."
Vincent shrugs and nods to the Minister. "I choose them."
"...Very well then, if you insist." The lists then fade away and are replaced with several small orbs of varying features. "I believe you know what comes next. I'll leave it to you to choose."
James looks them over, then taps four of them, having them immediately disappear when touched, but also vanishing on Vincent's side as well.
"...Hey, I wanted one of those."
"You're too slow." James looks at him with a chuckle and he shakes his head.
"I'll get you back for this." He then looks over them, tapping four of them and naming each of them. "Time Crossing, Light Warp, Dimensional Scream... Dragon Taming, I suppose."
After the fourth one is selected, they fade away, the chosen abilities binding to both of them as they look back at the Minister.
"Right, then. It would seem you're both now prepared. If you will, please step forward." He then hits a switch, the large panel in the center of the room lighting up and then swirling around in a pool of silver energy.
Upon seeing this, the two move over and look down at it. Knowing that stepping onto it would send them to the physical realm and begin their tasks, they look at each other, Vincent taking a deep breath.
"...Are you ready, James?"
He slowly nods. "You, Vincent?"
He nods and looks back at Joseph and Chris, who are watching them silently. Joseph nods to him assuringly, and he turns back to the panel.
The Minister then speaks up. "When you're ready, you may begin. And the best of luck to you both."
After a moment, they look at each other again, then back at the panel and step onto it. It lights up and they turn back to Joseph and Chris, looking at them one last time before fading away, the panel then returning to its normal look as they are sent away. And on the following day, their tasks have begun...
For those unaware of what the Spiritual Council is, they're a group of beings in a plain between life and the afterlife, who have been chosen to serve Arceus in protecting the various realms in existance. They send individuals called Messangers on lifelong tasks to prevent foreseen calamities from befalling these realms. Two of which, are Gerald and Lucas.
In the Spiritual World, most take on a human form as they serve the Council. Gerald would be in that of an average sized male appearing in his early thirties and having short, brown hair and dark blue eyes. Under normal circumstances, he would be seen in a somewhat thick attire, and he has a bold personality, but is known to make rash choices at times.
Lucas, however, is one of the more calm and focused nature. He would be seen normally as a tall man in his late twenties and having black hair slightly longer than that of Gerald's. Eyes of a deep amethyst color reflect his wealth of intelligence and wisdom, often fabricating ideas that have proven beneficial for the rest of the Council. He is known to suit primarily in a priest-like outfit, however he preferred the darker colors, which could come from the idea that 'darkness' is not necessarily an evil force, but harder to make proper use of.
This idea may also reflect on the fact that he is naturally born a Mightyena, as he appears in the physical world. The same is for Gerald, being that of a Typhlosion.
As the two reach the top of the tall tower long seen as a sacred monument to all who live in this realm, Gerald looks down at the necklace which he was given to hold contact with a close friend. He remembers the vow he made to one day return safely from his task. And he will do everything in his power to make that true.
But is that enough? He begins to wonder if he's followed the right path to finally come to this point. As he looks ahead to the shrine which awaits them, he takes his bag and pulls out five small objects in the shapes of teal gears. After looking at them for a moment, he walks forward and examines the shrine, seeing fine carved indentations which the gears would be placed in order to restore the proper flow of time throughout the realm.
He begins to place each Time Gear in the shrine, growing more tense with each one placed. As he takes the last one, he stares at it for what seems like forever. Lucas walks over to his side and nudges him, getting his attention and then nodding to him. As he reaches out to place it, his attention is caught by a deep growl behind them as they both turn, seeing what looks like Dialga. However, he is dark blue in color and the diamond which is normally clear, is a deep crimson red.
Upon the sight, Gerald lowers his arm and steps back from him. However, he only backs into the shrine behind him as he stares up at the deity of time in Primal form. The sheer sight of this dark entity sends chills through him as he faces fear in the eyes.
Lucas soon steps forward, staring up at Dialga as he stands inbetween him and the Typhlosion whom he swore to protect during their task. Not taking his eyes off the large creature, he speaks in a low tone. "It's now or never, my friend. Place it before it's too late."
Gerald looks at him, and slowly nods as he holds up the Time Gear and is about to turn to the shrine. But Dialga roars out and fires a beam of energy at them, the two barely dodging as they are separated by an explosion that could've destroyed them both.
Upon landing, Gerald drops the Time Gear in his paw, it rolling across the ground as it nears the tower's edge. He quickly rushes after it as it rolls over, about to jump after it as Lucas yells out to him and grabs him.
"Gerald, no! It's too late to go after it!"
Gerald growls and throws him back, looking over the edge as the a feeling of dread comes over him when the Time Gear hits the ground below, shattering into several pieces.
Lucas slowly staggers up, looking at him as he stares down over the edge in complete silence. "...Gerald?"
Gerald turns and walks by Lucas, speaking quietly. "It's over... I've failed..."
Lucas watches him, turning as he walks by, towards Dialga. "I'm sorry, Gerald... There was nothing we could do."
Gerald looks up at Dialga, who stares back down at him, no longer attacking as the task has already ended in failure. The Typhlosion growls lightly and clenches his paws. "This isn't the end... I may have failed, but we will find a way..."
Dialga snorts in response, turning and walking away. And soon after, Gerald drops to the ground, emitting a silvery glow. Lucas, seeing this, runs to his side and crouches down to him.
"Hey! Gerald, look at me..."
Gerald lifts his head to look up at the Mightyena, who stares into his eyes.
"I'll make sure it changes. You've done well, my friend... Just go back, I'll take things from here."
Gerald slowly nods and lays his head down. "...And to think, I was so close... to finishing it, once and for all. I guess, just like the others, It'll end empty-handed for me."
Lucas nudges him. "Hey, don't say that. You won't fall like the others have. I'll see to that."
Gerald grunts and chuckles a bit, closing his eyes. "You're a good friend, Lucas... Keep at it, wherever you go."
Lucas nods and smiles a little. "Farewell, my friend... I'll see you, in time."
Gerald smiles and lets out a breath as he fades away in silver particles, returning to the Spiritual World as Lucas slowly steps back.
He then turns to the shrine and sighs. "I guess... it's up to one more to finish the task. I just hope they can pick the right one..."
Lucas walks off, fading into the shadows as he prepares for the next to come.
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"What... What do you want? ...No. No! I'm not going!"
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~October 16, 1990~
"Vincent? Are you awake?"
A tall male, looking to be in his late teens, sits up on his bed and looks to the door. He has short, dark hair and deep blue eyes, and wears clothing of seemingly average style. A short-sleeved white shirt and long light blue jeans, looking almost a size large for him and held with a black leather belt which is hidden under his shirt.
"What is it, Joseph? ...Why do I get the feeling from your look that somemthing bad happened?"
Another man, nearly Vincent's height and in thin, silver robes, stands in the doorway. His blue hair is held by a silver band and he bears a long katana on his side. He looks back at the younger male with lighter blue eyes, having an uneasy expression.
"You've been summoned to the Council Chamber. It can't wait."
Vincent gets up and looks at him curiously. "What happened?"
"Come. I'll explain on the way."
As the two walk out, Joseph explains to Vincent what happened during Gerald's task, and how the Council Elites found him unconscious upon his return. He seemed to be brutally injured. By what, is not known. For what they knew, he returned with no incident. It is thought that he was attacked before they came to him. But as of yet, he hasn't regained consciousness.
Vincent looks down in thought. "But what could've happened..? And you said he failed his task? That's not like him..."
Joseph shakes his head. "I don't really know the details. But he may be awake when we get there."
Vincent nods slowly and looks ahead as they climb the stairs to the Council Chamber. As they enter, he looks to the room on the left, being the infirmary. He looks around inside, noticing Gerald on a nearby bed and running to him. He is seen to be in human form. "Gerald? Gerald, can you hear me?"
He slowly opens his eyes and looks up at Vincent, blinking and then letting out a small sigh. "How'd I know I'd see you here..?"
"What happened to you? Do you remember?"
Gerald slowly shakes his head. "I was attacked... He tried to take me... as soon as I came back..."
"Who? Who did this, Gerald?"
He winces in pain, trying to speak, but losing conscious again.
"Gerald..? Gerald!"
Joseph, who is watching from the doorway, shakes his head and sighs. "And yet more questions left unanswered..."
Vincent looks at him and shakes his head. "What is happening lately?"
Joseph turns to the hall. "I wish I knew. But we can't spend any more time here. The Minister's expecting you." He then walks out.
Vincent blinks. "The Minister... But he was just elected, yesterday. He's already assigned to a meeting?"
He decides to shrug it off and follow Joseph out, going down the hall to the main chamber. He looks around, the room seeming to be practically empty, other than a couple people in the seats and the Minister at his desk in the front.
As he walks over to the pedistal, he looks up at the Minister. Joseph goes to a nearby seat and sits down. The Minister, seeming to be somewhat impatient, is going through papers on his desk.
"...Minister? Is something the matter?"
"I'm expecting another. He seems to be late in his appearance."
"Another..?" Vincent turns to hear quick footsteps down the hall as he sees a shorter male with light brown hair and green eyes run into the room. He rushes to the other pedistal and pants. "I'm sorry, Minister. I tried to get here as fast as I could."
The Minster eyes him irritably. "Of course you did, James. And I don't suppose your mentor did his job at making sure you got here in time?"
A blonde-haired man dressed in all black runs into the room and looks up at him. "Not true, he was dodging the subject and decided to take a few side trips."
The Minister holds his hand out. "That's enough, Chris. I will hear no more of this. The fact of the matter is, under no circumstances should individuals ever be late to a summoning. The Elder will know of this."
Chris grunts and sits down next to Joseph, folding his arms. "It wasn't my fault..."
Joseph rolls his eyes. "Just accept it and move on so we can get to the purpose of this meeting."
The Minister nods and looks down at Vincent and James. "Now, you two have been called here under special orders."
Vincent looks over at James. "What kind of trouble did you get into this time, hmm?"
"No more than usual... I hope."
The Minister clears his throat and speaks again. "He is in no trouble. The situation calls for a different cause. And that is, you two are brought here to fulfill your role as Messangers. There is a task chosen for each of you."
James looks back up at him and tilts his head. "Oh? And what kind of task is this, might I ask?"
"Your task is that of the Peace Messanger. And as such, you will be sent to Earthrealm under said terms."
He nods slowly and looks over at Vincent. "And what of him?"
Vincent looks up at the Minister, having a feeling of tension as he can tell what he is about to say.
"We have received intelligence that Gerald Grey has failed the Temporal Task, yesterday. And because of this, a new Messanger must be assigned the task..."
James blinks and looks back at the Minister. "Wait. You can't be saying..." He looks at Vincent, then back at the Minister. "Do you realize just what you're putting him on?"
"We've no other choice. Vincent's records have shown his level of abilities in fulfilling his tasks. Regardless of a recent occurance, he is still in highest standards, and one of our best."
Vincent looks away in silence at his words. Having the memories of what had previously happened, he is uncertain he can take on such a task. But if it's what the Spiritual Council has chosen, then it is something he must do.
After a moment, he looks back up at the Minister. "I accept this task..."
James looks back at him and shakes his head. "You can't be serious, Vincent! You know what happened to the other three."
"There's no choice, James!"
He steps back, now quiet, and Vincent turns to him.
"It'll be okay... Trust me on this. I'll see to it that it gets done and I come back safely."
He sighs and slowly nods. "Fine... But be careful. I don't like this idea, one bit."
Vincent then turns back to the Minister and nods. "Go on."
The Minister nods and hits a switch, what looks like a hologram appearing in front of them. "Due to your current positions, you shall enter the world from a natural birth, and live your tasks."
James looks at the one in front of him and sighs. "I know..." He runs through the list, reading the names and then tapping one of them. "Done."
Vincent looks at him curiously. "That was fast..."
"It's intuition. I know this one will be right for me."
He shrugs and looks through his own list, going through the names and blinking as he overlooks one of them. "...Minister? What is with this one?" He taps one and the Minister looks over his papers.
"Chrissa Verona and Samuel Alicera... Wait, what is this? They shouldn't even be here. From this report, the documentary on these people was found destroyed two weeks ago."
"Destroyed... Curious..."
James looks at him. "Don't tell me you're actually going to go with them."
"You know I always pick the ones that stand out the most to me. Perhaps if I go with them, I'll find out just what happened to their documents. Clearly, someone doesn't want us to know about them."
"You're insane..."
Vincent shrugs and nods to the Minister. "I choose them."
"...Very well then, if you insist." The lists then fade away and are replaced with several small orbs of varying features. "I believe you know what comes next. I'll leave it to you to choose."
James looks them over, then taps four of them, having them immediately disappear when touched, but also vanishing on Vincent's side as well.
"...Hey, I wanted one of those."
"You're too slow." James looks at him with a chuckle and he shakes his head.
"I'll get you back for this." He then looks over them, tapping four of them and naming each of them. "Time Crossing, Light Warp, Dimensional Scream... Dragon Taming, I suppose."
After the fourth one is selected, they fade away, the chosen abilities binding to both of them as they look back at the Minister.
"Right, then. It would seem you're both now prepared. If you will, please step forward." He then hits a switch, the large panel in the center of the room lighting up and then swirling around in a pool of silver energy.
Upon seeing this, the two move over and look down at it. Knowing that stepping onto it would send them to the physical realm and begin their tasks, they look at each other, Vincent taking a deep breath.
"...Are you ready, James?"
He slowly nods. "You, Vincent?"
He nods and looks back at Joseph and Chris, who are watching them silently. Joseph nods to him assuringly, and he turns back to the panel.
The Minister then speaks up. "When you're ready, you may begin. And the best of luck to you both."
After a moment, they look at each other again, then back at the panel and step onto it. It lights up and they turn back to Joseph and Chris, looking at them one last time before fading away, the panel then returning to its normal look as they are sent away. And on the following day, their tasks have begun...
Chapter 1: New Family
Spoiler:
~November 5, 1990~
"Hey, Sam..? Come look at this."
A tall man of average build, having short, dark brown hair and brown eyes goes over to the nearby tree and kneels down by a Latias, seeming to be injured and unconscious. He looks over the pokemon, placing his hand on her forehead and shaking his head.
"She seems to have been abused and abandoned here... Who would do such a thing?"
The shorter woman sitting next to the Latias sighs and looks back down at her with her amber-colored eyes, pulling her long black hair out of them to look at the extent of the pokemon's injuries. She would also notice the silver film on her wings, which she found somewhat interesting.
"I really don't know... It looks like she's malnourished though. Whoever she was with must've neglected her..."
Samuel stands up and whistles out, calling down a greenish-blue Flygon from the sky, then walks over to her and pets her head before looking down at the Latias.
"Sierra, could you help me get her to the house?"
The Flygon nods and Samuel goes back to the Latias, picking her up with Chrissa's help and putting her on Sierra's back.
"We'll have to go on Aerthos. Fly slowly, we can't risk her falling off."
The Flygon nods and Samuel steps back as she lifts off into the air, waiting for them. Chrissa waves, as a Dragonite descends down from the sky near her. It would be noted that he has darker green wings than normal, and his antennae are yellow in color.
The two walk over to him and Chrissa pats his back. "We're going home early, Aerthos. We have a guest."
The Dragonite looks up at Sierra, then nods and lowers down for the two to get up on his back. Chrissa pats him again and he takes off, a bit faster than the Flygon, which she and Samuel have become used to. They then head off southwest, leaving the Moonstone Range near Pewter, and heading towards their home. They are sure to keep at Sierra's pace as to fly together until finally reaching their destination.
It is a rather quiet and calm place in the outskirts of Pallet, where the two have an expensive-looking two story house set up. The patio is consisted of red bricks, which sits in a garden area of various plants, and a tall windmill standing nearby. The house is comprised mostly of a fancy-looking wooden material, along with the roof, which holds a solar panel on it.
As they land, Samuel and Chrissa carry the Latias into the house and set her on the bed in their room. Meanwhile, Sierra and Aerthos return to the sky to fly around again.
Chrissa proceeds to inspect the Latias' wounds, treating them as much as she can, while Samuel tends to the night's dinner and prepares a dish of fruits for the Latias.
Shortly, another pokemon enters the room. A Latios, whose wings are covered in a golden film. As he approaches Chrissa and the Latias, he looks over the pokemon, seeming to be in better condition than she was when she was found. And almost immediately, he recognizes her and quickly flies around to be by her side.
Chrissa looks at him curiously as he nudges the Latias with his nose, looking worried as he speaks in telepathy. "Larisa..? Come on, wake up!"
Chrissa shakes her head slowly. "It'll be a bit before she wakes up, give her some time..."
The Latios sighs and sits by the bed, laying his head by her. "It's been several months since I've seen her..."
Chrissa sits down on the bed, stroking Larisa's neck lightly, causing her to make faint purring in her sleep. "Lasuno... Is she the one that you talked about before..?"
Lasuno nods slowly. "She's the one I was with, when they captured us. Do you see her wings? She and I were of the inherent ones with that unique property. When they found us, they saw this and wanted to use us for ourspecial powers..."
Chrissa sighs and looks down at Larisa. "So are you siblings, or..."
Lasuno shakes his head. "Siblings, no. There were many like us before. Different families that had what we do. Whether there are more, I don't know..."
Chrissa nods slowly and looks at him. "Well you two will be safe here. You don't have to worry about that."
He smiles a bit, having been keeping his eyes on the Latias the entire time.
After a short time, Chrissa speaks again. "So how are the children?"
"They're a bit of a nuisance when they're awake, I'll admit. But asleep, they're angels."
She giggles lightly at the statement. "Well they are my angels."
Lasuno smiles a bit and nods. "Though I still wonder about him..."
"Vincent?"
He nods.
"Well, he is rather different, I'll say. It was a bit strange when the electronics started acting up that day. And even you said you could feel the energy from him."
She continues to stroke along Larisa's neck to comfort her. "But even if he is different, he's still my son. And I'll raise him the same as my other children."
Lasuno nods, his ears perking when Samuel walks into the room. He looks at the three, then walks over to the bed and sits down, looking at Larisa, then at Chrissa.
"How is she doing?"
Chrissa nods to him. "She's fine. She just needs to rest. But she shouldn't fly for a while, until she can regain her energy. Is dinner ready?"
He nods. "I've set some for her, when she wakes up. Ours is done, whenever you're ready."
She looks at Lasuno, who nods to her. "I'll be okay... I want to stay in here to watch Larisa."
She slowly nods and gets up. "If you need anything, we'll be out there."
He nods and the two leave the room to eat. He then hovers onto the bed to lay next to Larisa, who is sleeping soundly, seeming to look more comforted with him near her.
"Please be okay..."
Soon after finishing dinner, Chrissa gets up to check on the two in the room, noticing that Lasuno has fallen asleep. She watches the two, and can't help but smile at the sight of them. They look so cute together.
Samuel comes down the hall and looks into the room, hugging Chrissa while looking at them. "I guess it's the livingroom tonight."
She nods. "Yeah, they can have the bed. It's best we not disturb them."
They then go into the livingroom and lay down to sleep. Having left the pokemon to rest, they would likely be awake the next morning. So Samuel and Chrissa soon fall asleep, hoping for the best for them.
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Later that night, Larisa finally comes to consciousness and opens her eyes, looking around and becoming curious as to where she is. Noticing she's inside a room, she begins to worry that she was abducted by more humans. But then she notices Lasuno on the bed by her, calming down just a little and then nosing him.
Shortly waking up, he opens his eyes to look at her, and then smiles a bit. "Hey there, Larisa..."
"L-Lasuno..? Is that really you..?"
He slowly nods and moves closer to her, and she begins to well up with tears, immediately hugging him tightly.
"I thought I lost you... I couldn't-"
"Shh, shh. I'm here, Larisa... It's okay..."
She looks into his eyes, then lays her head against him as he hugs her back.
"...So where are we? Is this a house?"
He nods again. "This is the home of a nice family. They rescued the both of us and brought us here."
She looks back at him, growing curious. "Both of us..?"
"Months ago... You remember when those people abandoned me on Moonstone Range, right?"
She slowly nods, distainful of the memory.
"When these people found me, they took me in and cared for me until I regained health. And after telling them of the ones that took us, they promised me they'd search for you. So they went back to the Range every day to look for you. Not missing one trip there, they finally found you after several months. And now, here you are..."
She stares at him for a bit, then hugs him again, even tighter this time. And he returns it.
"I'm glad you're okay, Larisa..."
After a bit, she finally lets go and looks at him again. "So you've been living here this whole time..?"
He nods and looks outside the room. "They've treated me as a part of the family. They even prepared some food for you, when you awoke."
"They made some... for me?"
Lasuno smiles and noses her. "If you're ready, that is..."
She smiles a little, then lets out a little coo, starting to hover, then straining and falling on the bed again, whimpering softly. And he puts his paws on her.
"...Perhaps I should carry you. You still need to rest a bit before flying..."
She looks up at him, then slowly nods. And he takes her onto his back, flying out into the livingroom and looking around. Chrissa is asleep on the couch, and Samuel is reclined in the chair, both covered in blankets. The two look to be in a deep sleep. So Lasuno and Larisa leave them alone and fly into the kitchen, where a large dish of fruit is sitting on the table.
Lasuno goes over and Larisa reaches down to pick up an apple, looking at it curiously and then immediately eating it, as though she hadn't eaten in several days. As she eats, Lasuno begins to wonder just how long it's been since she had had something to eat. But he is happy to see that she is getting food. And of something better than what their captors had been giving them.
After finally getting her fill, she lays her head down on Lasuno, and he smiles back at her. "Are you full?"
She lets out a low purr in response, and he chuckles a bit, turning his head to nuzzle her and then tossing out the remains of the fruit, putting back the uneaten items and flying through the livingroom again to go back to the bedroom.
Soon after passing through, Chrissa opens her eyes and looks down the hall towards them, smiling in relief to know they were okay, and then going back to sleep.
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The next morning, Chrissa wakes up again and looks around, seeing that Samuel is still asleep, and getting up. She goes into the room, noticing that Lasuno and Larisa are no longer here, and then goes to the front door to look outside. She sees the two are flying around the garden, and smiles, going out onto the patio and watching them.
Soon, the two notice her and fly down to her, Larisa looking at her cautiously and keeping a bit of a distance.
"I see you're finally awake. Are you okay?"
She nods slowly, and Chrissa smiles. "That's good... I'm Chrissa Verona."
Larisa looks at Lasuno, who nods to her, then looks back at Chrissa, hovering forward. "...I'm Larisa. It's nice to meet you."
Chrissa nods, and Lasuno looks around. "Where is..."
"Sam? Oh, he's still passed out on the chair. I'll go get him."
She walks into the house, and the two follow her as she goes over to the chair, poking Samuel repeatedly in the head. "Wakey wakey, you lazy bum."
He mumbles in his sleep and shifts, and she pulls the blanket off him, making him flail in the chair and roll over.
"Alright, that's how it is?" Chrissa then goes to the side and pushes down the recliner with her foot, throwing him forward and out of the chair as he lands facefirst on the floor. And Larisa meeps, jumping back.
Samuel groans and glares up at her. "What's the big idea?"
She puts her hands on her hips and looks down at him. "Our guest is awake. Be a gentleman and say hi to her, dear."
He grunts and rubs his face, staggering up. "You could've been nicer. I was having a good dream."
"You always have good dreams. That excuse is obsolete."
He stares at her, and she points back at the other two, him looking at them. "Oh, right. Ugh, this is a terrible meeting."
And Larisa can't help but giggle at what's happening. He looks at her curiously. "...What?"
"Sorry... You're kinda funny."
He smirks and looks away, and Chrissa smiles. "Now, Sammy dear. Don't be shy."
Samuel then rolls his eyes and looks back at Larisa. "...Anyway. I'm Samuel Alicera."
The Latias smiles and nods. "And I'm Larisa."
After a moment of awkward silence after the introduction, Samuel speaks up loudly, "Anyways, making everyone jump.
"I'm gonna get breakfast." He then goes into the kitchen, and Larisa and Lasuno watch him, then shrug.
Chrissa calls out as she runs in after him. "Don't start it without me! You never cook my eggs right!"
The two look at each other, Larisa giggling a bit. "They're silly."
Lasuno smiles. "But they're good. So it's much better than where we were."
She nods and purrs. "I think I'll like it here."
And they all continue with the day, talking with each other and getting better used to each other's company, Larisa now being a part of the family along with Lasuno.
But what lies ahead may be much more than they could ever have expected.
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~Two Years Later~
"I don't understand... His task was set in this realm. Why isn't he here?"
A shadowy individual wanders a dark and empty plain in irritation.
"I've already searched every corner of the lands. There must be a mistake... Unless..."
The individual looks up at the silent sky. "...He was born in the other realm."
After a moment in thought, he speaks again, his green eyes flickering. "Not to fear... He will join us, in time."
He then holds out a stone and vanishes into the darkness, as Lucas watches from behind the hill.
"He's truly persistent... But why there?" The Mightyena looks around and sighs. "Things are so unclear. It makes so little sense."
After a short time, he pulls out a stone from a small pouch strapped to his side. "I suppose staying here will no longer do any good. Very well then..."
He holds up the stone in his mouth, soon fading away like the other individual. The area, now barren of any life, remains in a dead silence. It's as though time, itself, had stopped...
"Hey, Sam..? Come look at this."
A tall man of average build, having short, dark brown hair and brown eyes goes over to the nearby tree and kneels down by a Latias, seeming to be injured and unconscious. He looks over the pokemon, placing his hand on her forehead and shaking his head.
"She seems to have been abused and abandoned here... Who would do such a thing?"
The shorter woman sitting next to the Latias sighs and looks back down at her with her amber-colored eyes, pulling her long black hair out of them to look at the extent of the pokemon's injuries. She would also notice the silver film on her wings, which she found somewhat interesting.
"I really don't know... It looks like she's malnourished though. Whoever she was with must've neglected her..."
Samuel stands up and whistles out, calling down a greenish-blue Flygon from the sky, then walks over to her and pets her head before looking down at the Latias.
"Sierra, could you help me get her to the house?"
The Flygon nods and Samuel goes back to the Latias, picking her up with Chrissa's help and putting her on Sierra's back.
"We'll have to go on Aerthos. Fly slowly, we can't risk her falling off."
The Flygon nods and Samuel steps back as she lifts off into the air, waiting for them. Chrissa waves, as a Dragonite descends down from the sky near her. It would be noted that he has darker green wings than normal, and his antennae are yellow in color.
The two walk over to him and Chrissa pats his back. "We're going home early, Aerthos. We have a guest."
The Dragonite looks up at Sierra, then nods and lowers down for the two to get up on his back. Chrissa pats him again and he takes off, a bit faster than the Flygon, which she and Samuel have become used to. They then head off southwest, leaving the Moonstone Range near Pewter, and heading towards their home. They are sure to keep at Sierra's pace as to fly together until finally reaching their destination.
It is a rather quiet and calm place in the outskirts of Pallet, where the two have an expensive-looking two story house set up. The patio is consisted of red bricks, which sits in a garden area of various plants, and a tall windmill standing nearby. The house is comprised mostly of a fancy-looking wooden material, along with the roof, which holds a solar panel on it.
As they land, Samuel and Chrissa carry the Latias into the house and set her on the bed in their room. Meanwhile, Sierra and Aerthos return to the sky to fly around again.
Chrissa proceeds to inspect the Latias' wounds, treating them as much as she can, while Samuel tends to the night's dinner and prepares a dish of fruits for the Latias.
Shortly, another pokemon enters the room. A Latios, whose wings are covered in a golden film. As he approaches Chrissa and the Latias, he looks over the pokemon, seeming to be in better condition than she was when she was found. And almost immediately, he recognizes her and quickly flies around to be by her side.
Chrissa looks at him curiously as he nudges the Latias with his nose, looking worried as he speaks in telepathy. "Larisa..? Come on, wake up!"
Chrissa shakes her head slowly. "It'll be a bit before she wakes up, give her some time..."
The Latios sighs and sits by the bed, laying his head by her. "It's been several months since I've seen her..."
Chrissa sits down on the bed, stroking Larisa's neck lightly, causing her to make faint purring in her sleep. "Lasuno... Is she the one that you talked about before..?"
Lasuno nods slowly. "She's the one I was with, when they captured us. Do you see her wings? She and I were of the inherent ones with that unique property. When they found us, they saw this and wanted to use us for ourspecial powers..."
Chrissa sighs and looks down at Larisa. "So are you siblings, or..."
Lasuno shakes his head. "Siblings, no. There were many like us before. Different families that had what we do. Whether there are more, I don't know..."
Chrissa nods slowly and looks at him. "Well you two will be safe here. You don't have to worry about that."
He smiles a bit, having been keeping his eyes on the Latias the entire time.
After a short time, Chrissa speaks again. "So how are the children?"
"They're a bit of a nuisance when they're awake, I'll admit. But asleep, they're angels."
She giggles lightly at the statement. "Well they are my angels."
Lasuno smiles a bit and nods. "Though I still wonder about him..."
"Vincent?"
He nods.
"Well, he is rather different, I'll say. It was a bit strange when the electronics started acting up that day. And even you said you could feel the energy from him."
She continues to stroke along Larisa's neck to comfort her. "But even if he is different, he's still my son. And I'll raise him the same as my other children."
Lasuno nods, his ears perking when Samuel walks into the room. He looks at the three, then walks over to the bed and sits down, looking at Larisa, then at Chrissa.
"How is she doing?"
Chrissa nods to him. "She's fine. She just needs to rest. But she shouldn't fly for a while, until she can regain her energy. Is dinner ready?"
He nods. "I've set some for her, when she wakes up. Ours is done, whenever you're ready."
She looks at Lasuno, who nods to her. "I'll be okay... I want to stay in here to watch Larisa."
She slowly nods and gets up. "If you need anything, we'll be out there."
He nods and the two leave the room to eat. He then hovers onto the bed to lay next to Larisa, who is sleeping soundly, seeming to look more comforted with him near her.
"Please be okay..."
Soon after finishing dinner, Chrissa gets up to check on the two in the room, noticing that Lasuno has fallen asleep. She watches the two, and can't help but smile at the sight of them. They look so cute together.
Samuel comes down the hall and looks into the room, hugging Chrissa while looking at them. "I guess it's the livingroom tonight."
She nods. "Yeah, they can have the bed. It's best we not disturb them."
They then go into the livingroom and lay down to sleep. Having left the pokemon to rest, they would likely be awake the next morning. So Samuel and Chrissa soon fall asleep, hoping for the best for them.
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Later that night, Larisa finally comes to consciousness and opens her eyes, looking around and becoming curious as to where she is. Noticing she's inside a room, she begins to worry that she was abducted by more humans. But then she notices Lasuno on the bed by her, calming down just a little and then nosing him.
Shortly waking up, he opens his eyes to look at her, and then smiles a bit. "Hey there, Larisa..."
"L-Lasuno..? Is that really you..?"
He slowly nods and moves closer to her, and she begins to well up with tears, immediately hugging him tightly.
"I thought I lost you... I couldn't-"
"Shh, shh. I'm here, Larisa... It's okay..."
She looks into his eyes, then lays her head against him as he hugs her back.
"...So where are we? Is this a house?"
He nods again. "This is the home of a nice family. They rescued the both of us and brought us here."
She looks back at him, growing curious. "Both of us..?"
"Months ago... You remember when those people abandoned me on Moonstone Range, right?"
She slowly nods, distainful of the memory.
"When these people found me, they took me in and cared for me until I regained health. And after telling them of the ones that took us, they promised me they'd search for you. So they went back to the Range every day to look for you. Not missing one trip there, they finally found you after several months. And now, here you are..."
She stares at him for a bit, then hugs him again, even tighter this time. And he returns it.
"I'm glad you're okay, Larisa..."
After a bit, she finally lets go and looks at him again. "So you've been living here this whole time..?"
He nods and looks outside the room. "They've treated me as a part of the family. They even prepared some food for you, when you awoke."
"They made some... for me?"
Lasuno smiles and noses her. "If you're ready, that is..."
She smiles a little, then lets out a little coo, starting to hover, then straining and falling on the bed again, whimpering softly. And he puts his paws on her.
"...Perhaps I should carry you. You still need to rest a bit before flying..."
She looks up at him, then slowly nods. And he takes her onto his back, flying out into the livingroom and looking around. Chrissa is asleep on the couch, and Samuel is reclined in the chair, both covered in blankets. The two look to be in a deep sleep. So Lasuno and Larisa leave them alone and fly into the kitchen, where a large dish of fruit is sitting on the table.
Lasuno goes over and Larisa reaches down to pick up an apple, looking at it curiously and then immediately eating it, as though she hadn't eaten in several days. As she eats, Lasuno begins to wonder just how long it's been since she had had something to eat. But he is happy to see that she is getting food. And of something better than what their captors had been giving them.
After finally getting her fill, she lays her head down on Lasuno, and he smiles back at her. "Are you full?"
She lets out a low purr in response, and he chuckles a bit, turning his head to nuzzle her and then tossing out the remains of the fruit, putting back the uneaten items and flying through the livingroom again to go back to the bedroom.
Soon after passing through, Chrissa opens her eyes and looks down the hall towards them, smiling in relief to know they were okay, and then going back to sleep.
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The next morning, Chrissa wakes up again and looks around, seeing that Samuel is still asleep, and getting up. She goes into the room, noticing that Lasuno and Larisa are no longer here, and then goes to the front door to look outside. She sees the two are flying around the garden, and smiles, going out onto the patio and watching them.
Soon, the two notice her and fly down to her, Larisa looking at her cautiously and keeping a bit of a distance.
"I see you're finally awake. Are you okay?"
She nods slowly, and Chrissa smiles. "That's good... I'm Chrissa Verona."
Larisa looks at Lasuno, who nods to her, then looks back at Chrissa, hovering forward. "...I'm Larisa. It's nice to meet you."
Chrissa nods, and Lasuno looks around. "Where is..."
"Sam? Oh, he's still passed out on the chair. I'll go get him."
She walks into the house, and the two follow her as she goes over to the chair, poking Samuel repeatedly in the head. "Wakey wakey, you lazy bum."
He mumbles in his sleep and shifts, and she pulls the blanket off him, making him flail in the chair and roll over.
"Alright, that's how it is?" Chrissa then goes to the side and pushes down the recliner with her foot, throwing him forward and out of the chair as he lands facefirst on the floor. And Larisa meeps, jumping back.
Samuel groans and glares up at her. "What's the big idea?"
She puts her hands on her hips and looks down at him. "Our guest is awake. Be a gentleman and say hi to her, dear."
He grunts and rubs his face, staggering up. "You could've been nicer. I was having a good dream."
"You always have good dreams. That excuse is obsolete."
He stares at her, and she points back at the other two, him looking at them. "Oh, right. Ugh, this is a terrible meeting."
And Larisa can't help but giggle at what's happening. He looks at her curiously. "...What?"
"Sorry... You're kinda funny."
He smirks and looks away, and Chrissa smiles. "Now, Sammy dear. Don't be shy."
Samuel then rolls his eyes and looks back at Larisa. "...Anyway. I'm Samuel Alicera."
The Latias smiles and nods. "And I'm Larisa."
After a moment of awkward silence after the introduction, Samuel speaks up loudly, "Anyways, making everyone jump.
"I'm gonna get breakfast." He then goes into the kitchen, and Larisa and Lasuno watch him, then shrug.
Chrissa calls out as she runs in after him. "Don't start it without me! You never cook my eggs right!"
The two look at each other, Larisa giggling a bit. "They're silly."
Lasuno smiles. "But they're good. So it's much better than where we were."
She nods and purrs. "I think I'll like it here."
And they all continue with the day, talking with each other and getting better used to each other's company, Larisa now being a part of the family along with Lasuno.
But what lies ahead may be much more than they could ever have expected.
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~Two Years Later~
"I don't understand... His task was set in this realm. Why isn't he here?"
A shadowy individual wanders a dark and empty plain in irritation.
"I've already searched every corner of the lands. There must be a mistake... Unless..."
The individual looks up at the silent sky. "...He was born in the other realm."
After a moment in thought, he speaks again, his green eyes flickering. "Not to fear... He will join us, in time."
He then holds out a stone and vanishes into the darkness, as Lucas watches from behind the hill.
"He's truly persistent... But why there?" The Mightyena looks around and sighs. "Things are so unclear. It makes so little sense."
After a short time, he pulls out a stone from a small pouch strapped to his side. "I suppose staying here will no longer do any good. Very well then..."
He holds up the stone in his mouth, soon fading away like the other individual. The area, now barren of any life, remains in a dead silence. It's as though time, itself, had stopped...
Chapter 2: The Bond
Spoiler:
~July 9, 1992~
"Lasuno... She made it..."
Lasuno flies over to Larisa and looks at her. She is holding a blanket wrapped around a small black Latias, who is asleep with her wings closed in around her body. It would be seen that her chest crest is of a blue color, and her body seems to emit an odd power.
"So she did... I was afraid she wouldn't... I'm so glad she did."
Larisa purrs softly and looks down at the smaller Latias. "She looks so adorable... I've thought of a name for her..."
He looks at her curiously. "You came to a conclusion?"
She nods slowly. "It's Amber..."
Lasuno smiles and puts his arm around her. "It's a nice name... It's settled then. Our daughter will be named Amber."
Larisa giggles softly and nuzzles him. "I'm glad you like it, dear..."
He chuckles a bit and nods, then looks at the door as Samuel walks in, wearing very simple clothing and covered in dirt after having worked outside.
The Latios looks at him curiously. "Working hard, are we Samuel? Did you get something acomplished?"
He nods and smiles, holding up several laces with differently colored stones attached to them.
The two look at them with curiosity and Lasuno looks from them, back at Samuel. "Are those..."
Samuel nods again and places the stones in his other hand. "Your psychic energy really came in handy when working on these. I couldn't have done it without you?"
Chrissa pokes her head into the room, seeing them here, and walks in. "Is everything okay in here? Some meeting, and you didn't even call me."
Samuel chuckles a bit and puts his arm around her back. "Sorry, Chrissa. I was excited to show them what I finished."
"Oh? And what's that, Sammy?"
He looks down at the stone necklaces, then runs his hand over the group, each of them emitting a glow of their particular color before fading to normal again. He then picks up one of them... a deep blue stone, then looks at Lasuno.
"Our family bond. These necklaces, if used right, can be used to contact the others who have them. I don't really know the full extent of what they can do. But I'm sure they'll really help us. My gift to you all..."
They all watch as he goes over to Lasuno and puts the blue necklace on him. "Lasuno..."
He then goes over to Larisa and pulls up a red stone, putting the necklace on her. "Larisa..."
She smiles and he looks down at Amber, then goes through the stones, pulling up a black one to match her color. He puts it in the blanket with her and Larisa speaks softly. "Amber..."
He smiles and nods. "Amber."
Samuel then goes over to Chrissa and picks up a teal colored one, looking into her eyes and undoing the necklace's magnetic clip. He then puts it around her neck and locks it again, and she smiles.
"My dear Chrissa..."
She giggles and hugs him, and he returns it, then steps back and looks at everyone.
He takes a green stone and looks at it, then puts it around his own neck. "Myself."
Chrissa smiles. "Samuel..."
He nods, then holds up a purple one and speaks again. "Christina Alicera, one of the eldest twins."
He holds up a yellow one. "Hector Alicera, the second of the eldest."
He holds up a light blue one. "Vincent Verona, the third of the four siblings."
He holds up an orange one. "Melissa Verona, the youngest of the four."
He then looks at a white one, holding it up. "One more..." They look at it. And after a while, he sets it back down. "Let's hold onto this one. I'm sure we'll find an owner for it. Someone truly trustworthy..."
They all nod and he puts it in his pocket. He then holds up his stone, then grasps it in his hand. And almost immediately, each of the others glow the same green color as his, before fading to normal.
They look at them in curiosity, and Chrissa holds his in her hand, the others then glowing its teal color and fading again.
She speaks softly. "They react to one another... To tell us who is holding theirs..."
Samuel nods, then looks at the other stones in his hand. "I wonder though..." He then takes his own in his other hand. "We each hold ours, all at once."
They nod and he closes his hand around his necklace, the others doing the same, and a field of psychic energy is projected through the room, easily noticable to each of them. They all look around and let go of their stones, the field soon fading away.
Larisa speaks in awe. "Wow... I didn't expect that."
Samuel shakes his head. "Neither did I... I wonder what it really does."
Lasuno looks at him. "You should be careful though. Psychic energy is dangerous if it gets out of control..."
He nods slowly and looks at his necklace again, then smiles, happy to have made something the entire family can share...
- - - - -
~September 26, 2001~
Vincent is laying on his bed, his hands clasped together and lightly flickering as he tries to manipulate the flow of the Spiritual energy in his body to his control. He has decided that he should work on using this energy now, while he is still young and his task is yet to begin.
Messangers who are born into families to live mortal lives don't immediately get full control over their powers. While they are trained in the Spiritual Council to control them, they temporarily lose this knowledge when they are born, in order to protect themselves and others around them while they are growing up.
Vincent, like most Messangers, matures much faster than normal people in the world. Through a series of dreams he experiences during his life, he begins to remember who he is and what he was born in the world to acomplish. By the time Messangers reach the age of ten, they would often retain the full maturity and knowledge they had before they were born. Vincent, however, has often succeeded in doing this earlier. Such has made him able to act sooner than others ever could, and finish his tasks much faster.
Most who see Vincent in this world would think he is much older than he really is... which would not be far from the truth. However, he makes attempts to act his physical age, often failing to do so and making a fool out of himself. It is noticable that his siblings have also taken to his actions and grown to mature quicker.
As he continues to channel his energy, getting his physical body to adapt more to his power, he is interrupted by a girl's voice calling out to him from the doorway, which causes him to lose focus and shoot a streak across the room.
Quickly jumping back as the energy narrowly misses her, the girl blinks and slowly pokes her head back into the room. She looks very similar to Chrissa, however much younger and with straighter black hair. This is due to her using a hair straightener on a regular basis.
"V-Vincent? What was that..?"
Vincent sighs and lays his head back into his pillow. "Don't you knock, Christina?"
She walks into the room and folds her arms. "Are you playing with your necklace again? Mom says not to mess around with that."
He looks back at Christina. "I wasn't playing with my necklace. I was..."
"...Playing with your necklace. Don't try to lie, you're bad at it."
He rolls his eyes and puts his arms back behind his head. "So what are you gonna do then? Tell on me?"
She leans down and smacks his leg, making him jump and fold them both back. "Keep it up and I'll just consider that."
He stares at her with an annoyed look and she looks back, noticing a glimmer of light in his eyes and staring at them.
"...What?"
"What's wrong with your eyes?"
"Nothing's wrong with my eyes."
"They're glowing."
He sighs and looks up at the ceiling. "Right."
"They're creepy-looking. You gotta do something about that."
"Christina, my eyes are not-" He then looks at the mirror on the door and draws silent.
"See, they're glowing. What did you do with your that thing?"
"I didn't do anything! This isn't from the necklace." Vincent sits up and stares into the mirror, his eyes flickering silver, then slowly fading back to normal. "...It's Spiritual energy..."
Christina rolls her eyes. "That stupid stuff again? Just admit you messed with it."
He looks back at her, then flicks his hand out, uttering a simple word, "Aqua," as a silver streak shoots from it, quickly turning into a torrent water and splashing all over her.
She jumps and is dumbfounded at what just happened. "You got me wet... What did you... Mom! Vincent's playing with his necklace!"
She storms out of the room and he sighs, laying back. "Lord Arceus, can't you show some mercy..? How can she be so naive?"
Shortly, Chrissa's voice is heard down the hall in response to Christina. "What do you mean, he's playing with his necklace? And why are you all wet?"
"He did something and splashed water on me!"
"Christina, dear, you can't do something like that with the stones. It looks more like he dumped a bucket of water on you."
A pause, and then Christina speaks up. "...Yeah, he did that."
Vincent grunts and puts his arms over his face. "She's just trying to get me into trouble."
"Vincent?" Chrissa comes to the door and looks inside at him, and he brings his arms down to look back at her. "Did you pour water on your sister?"
"Yes, mother, with my imaginary bucket."
She pauses, then looks around the room and then back at Christina, just outside the door. "There's nothing here. Are you sure you didn't just hose yourself down and you're only saying this to get him in trouble?"
Christina groans. "Mom, I swear! He did something!"
Vincent sits up again and shakes his head. "Mother, it's the truth..."
She looks back at him, and Christina peeks around her to look.
After a short moment of hesitation, he puts his hands together, then brings them back apart, creating a ball of silver energy between them and the two step back.
"...That's certainly not something from the necklace."
He shakes his head, then throws his hand towards the window, repeating the spell as the ball is fired outside and turned into another torrent.
Chrissa blinks at the sight and looks back at him. "You really are one of them..."
He looks up at her for a moment, surprised that she caught on so quickly. "...How long have you..."
"Since you were born. You constantly affected electronics around you. So Sam finally got to doing some research online and came to a conclusion."
"I heard my name!" Samuel calls from the livingroom and she looks down at him.
"Just talking to our son, dear!"
He comes down the hall into the room and looks between them, then down at Christina. "...Why are you wet?"
She folds her arms and grunts, and Chrissa walks into the room to sit on one of the beds. "Sammy? Do you remember that article you found before? On those people..."
"The Messangers?"
Vincent turns to look at him silently and Chrissa nods. "...I think it's time we got to the bottom of this."
Samuel looks over at Vincent for a moment, which seems almost like an eternity, and he can feel his heart drop, knowing he can't hide it anymore.
"Dinner tonight. We'll discuss it then, when everyone's together."
Vincent slowly nods and Chrissa gets up, putting her hand on Vincent's shoulder and then walking out with Christina. "Come on, let's get you dry and into different clothes."
Vincent brings his legs up on the bed and rests his head on his knees, thinking to himself. Tonight, he'll have to tell them everything...
"Lasuno... She made it..."
Lasuno flies over to Larisa and looks at her. She is holding a blanket wrapped around a small black Latias, who is asleep with her wings closed in around her body. It would be seen that her chest crest is of a blue color, and her body seems to emit an odd power.
"So she did... I was afraid she wouldn't... I'm so glad she did."
Larisa purrs softly and looks down at the smaller Latias. "She looks so adorable... I've thought of a name for her..."
He looks at her curiously. "You came to a conclusion?"
She nods slowly. "It's Amber..."
Lasuno smiles and puts his arm around her. "It's a nice name... It's settled then. Our daughter will be named Amber."
Larisa giggles softly and nuzzles him. "I'm glad you like it, dear..."
He chuckles a bit and nods, then looks at the door as Samuel walks in, wearing very simple clothing and covered in dirt after having worked outside.
The Latios looks at him curiously. "Working hard, are we Samuel? Did you get something acomplished?"
He nods and smiles, holding up several laces with differently colored stones attached to them.
The two look at them with curiosity and Lasuno looks from them, back at Samuel. "Are those..."
Samuel nods again and places the stones in his other hand. "Your psychic energy really came in handy when working on these. I couldn't have done it without you?"
Chrissa pokes her head into the room, seeing them here, and walks in. "Is everything okay in here? Some meeting, and you didn't even call me."
Samuel chuckles a bit and puts his arm around her back. "Sorry, Chrissa. I was excited to show them what I finished."
"Oh? And what's that, Sammy?"
He looks down at the stone necklaces, then runs his hand over the group, each of them emitting a glow of their particular color before fading to normal again. He then picks up one of them... a deep blue stone, then looks at Lasuno.
"Our family bond. These necklaces, if used right, can be used to contact the others who have them. I don't really know the full extent of what they can do. But I'm sure they'll really help us. My gift to you all..."
They all watch as he goes over to Lasuno and puts the blue necklace on him. "Lasuno..."
He then goes over to Larisa and pulls up a red stone, putting the necklace on her. "Larisa..."
She smiles and he looks down at Amber, then goes through the stones, pulling up a black one to match her color. He puts it in the blanket with her and Larisa speaks softly. "Amber..."
He smiles and nods. "Amber."
Samuel then goes over to Chrissa and picks up a teal colored one, looking into her eyes and undoing the necklace's magnetic clip. He then puts it around her neck and locks it again, and she smiles.
"My dear Chrissa..."
She giggles and hugs him, and he returns it, then steps back and looks at everyone.
He takes a green stone and looks at it, then puts it around his own neck. "Myself."
Chrissa smiles. "Samuel..."
He nods, then holds up a purple one and speaks again. "Christina Alicera, one of the eldest twins."
He holds up a yellow one. "Hector Alicera, the second of the eldest."
He holds up a light blue one. "Vincent Verona, the third of the four siblings."
He holds up an orange one. "Melissa Verona, the youngest of the four."
He then looks at a white one, holding it up. "One more..." They look at it. And after a while, he sets it back down. "Let's hold onto this one. I'm sure we'll find an owner for it. Someone truly trustworthy..."
They all nod and he puts it in his pocket. He then holds up his stone, then grasps it in his hand. And almost immediately, each of the others glow the same green color as his, before fading to normal.
They look at them in curiosity, and Chrissa holds his in her hand, the others then glowing its teal color and fading again.
She speaks softly. "They react to one another... To tell us who is holding theirs..."
Samuel nods, then looks at the other stones in his hand. "I wonder though..." He then takes his own in his other hand. "We each hold ours, all at once."
They nod and he closes his hand around his necklace, the others doing the same, and a field of psychic energy is projected through the room, easily noticable to each of them. They all look around and let go of their stones, the field soon fading away.
Larisa speaks in awe. "Wow... I didn't expect that."
Samuel shakes his head. "Neither did I... I wonder what it really does."
Lasuno looks at him. "You should be careful though. Psychic energy is dangerous if it gets out of control..."
He nods slowly and looks at his necklace again, then smiles, happy to have made something the entire family can share...
- - - - -
~September 26, 2001~
Vincent is laying on his bed, his hands clasped together and lightly flickering as he tries to manipulate the flow of the Spiritual energy in his body to his control. He has decided that he should work on using this energy now, while he is still young and his task is yet to begin.
Messangers who are born into families to live mortal lives don't immediately get full control over their powers. While they are trained in the Spiritual Council to control them, they temporarily lose this knowledge when they are born, in order to protect themselves and others around them while they are growing up.
Vincent, like most Messangers, matures much faster than normal people in the world. Through a series of dreams he experiences during his life, he begins to remember who he is and what he was born in the world to acomplish. By the time Messangers reach the age of ten, they would often retain the full maturity and knowledge they had before they were born. Vincent, however, has often succeeded in doing this earlier. Such has made him able to act sooner than others ever could, and finish his tasks much faster.
Most who see Vincent in this world would think he is much older than he really is... which would not be far from the truth. However, he makes attempts to act his physical age, often failing to do so and making a fool out of himself. It is noticable that his siblings have also taken to his actions and grown to mature quicker.
As he continues to channel his energy, getting his physical body to adapt more to his power, he is interrupted by a girl's voice calling out to him from the doorway, which causes him to lose focus and shoot a streak across the room.
Quickly jumping back as the energy narrowly misses her, the girl blinks and slowly pokes her head back into the room. She looks very similar to Chrissa, however much younger and with straighter black hair. This is due to her using a hair straightener on a regular basis.
"V-Vincent? What was that..?"
Vincent sighs and lays his head back into his pillow. "Don't you knock, Christina?"
She walks into the room and folds her arms. "Are you playing with your necklace again? Mom says not to mess around with that."
He looks back at Christina. "I wasn't playing with my necklace. I was..."
"...Playing with your necklace. Don't try to lie, you're bad at it."
He rolls his eyes and puts his arms back behind his head. "So what are you gonna do then? Tell on me?"
She leans down and smacks his leg, making him jump and fold them both back. "Keep it up and I'll just consider that."
He stares at her with an annoyed look and she looks back, noticing a glimmer of light in his eyes and staring at them.
"...What?"
"What's wrong with your eyes?"
"Nothing's wrong with my eyes."
"They're glowing."
He sighs and looks up at the ceiling. "Right."
"They're creepy-looking. You gotta do something about that."
"Christina, my eyes are not-" He then looks at the mirror on the door and draws silent.
"See, they're glowing. What did you do with your that thing?"
"I didn't do anything! This isn't from the necklace." Vincent sits up and stares into the mirror, his eyes flickering silver, then slowly fading back to normal. "...It's Spiritual energy..."
Christina rolls her eyes. "That stupid stuff again? Just admit you messed with it."
He looks back at her, then flicks his hand out, uttering a simple word, "Aqua," as a silver streak shoots from it, quickly turning into a torrent water and splashing all over her.
She jumps and is dumbfounded at what just happened. "You got me wet... What did you... Mom! Vincent's playing with his necklace!"
She storms out of the room and he sighs, laying back. "Lord Arceus, can't you show some mercy..? How can she be so naive?"
Shortly, Chrissa's voice is heard down the hall in response to Christina. "What do you mean, he's playing with his necklace? And why are you all wet?"
"He did something and splashed water on me!"
"Christina, dear, you can't do something like that with the stones. It looks more like he dumped a bucket of water on you."
A pause, and then Christina speaks up. "...Yeah, he did that."
Vincent grunts and puts his arms over his face. "She's just trying to get me into trouble."
"Vincent?" Chrissa comes to the door and looks inside at him, and he brings his arms down to look back at her. "Did you pour water on your sister?"
"Yes, mother, with my imaginary bucket."
She pauses, then looks around the room and then back at Christina, just outside the door. "There's nothing here. Are you sure you didn't just hose yourself down and you're only saying this to get him in trouble?"
Christina groans. "Mom, I swear! He did something!"
Vincent sits up again and shakes his head. "Mother, it's the truth..."
She looks back at him, and Christina peeks around her to look.
After a short moment of hesitation, he puts his hands together, then brings them back apart, creating a ball of silver energy between them and the two step back.
"...That's certainly not something from the necklace."
He shakes his head, then throws his hand towards the window, repeating the spell as the ball is fired outside and turned into another torrent.
Chrissa blinks at the sight and looks back at him. "You really are one of them..."
He looks up at her for a moment, surprised that she caught on so quickly. "...How long have you..."
"Since you were born. You constantly affected electronics around you. So Sam finally got to doing some research online and came to a conclusion."
"I heard my name!" Samuel calls from the livingroom and she looks down at him.
"Just talking to our son, dear!"
He comes down the hall into the room and looks between them, then down at Christina. "...Why are you wet?"
She folds her arms and grunts, and Chrissa walks into the room to sit on one of the beds. "Sammy? Do you remember that article you found before? On those people..."
"The Messangers?"
Vincent turns to look at him silently and Chrissa nods. "...I think it's time we got to the bottom of this."
Samuel looks over at Vincent for a moment, which seems almost like an eternity, and he can feel his heart drop, knowing he can't hide it anymore.
"Dinner tonight. We'll discuss it then, when everyone's together."
Vincent slowly nods and Chrissa gets up, putting her hand on Vincent's shoulder and then walking out with Christina. "Come on, let's get you dry and into different clothes."
Vincent brings his legs up on the bed and rests his head on his knees, thinking to himself. Tonight, he'll have to tell them everything...
Chapter 3: Discovering The Truth
Spoiler:
"Dinner's ready!" Samuel calls as he sets plates up on the dining room table.
Vincent, who has been in his room the entire time, looks at the doorway for a bit, then sighs and gets up and goes out into the livingroom. He watches as everyone goes to the dining room, then jumps as he is poked on his shoulder, turning around.
Standing behind him is another boy, around the same height as him, with messy dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He is dressed in what looks like amateur scientist clothing, and has a high tech watch on his wrist.
Vincent smiles a bit and shakes his head. "So what'd you create this time, Hector?"
Hector chuckles. "Nothing new. Still working. But word has it, you're the center of attention tonight. Something about a disorder."
Vincent eyes him. "...Oh? Who said that?"
Christina strolls into the room, speaking up. "I did!"
He stares at her for a bit. "Disorder, right... So who else did you tell this to, the neighbors?"
"Don't be silly. We don't have neighbors out here."
He rolls his eyes and Hector pats his shoulder as he walks by. "Come on, bro. Let's eat dinner."
Christina smiles and goes into the dining room, and he sighs and follows them, soon sitting down at the table.
Entering the room last is another girl, with very sleek black hair, seeming to be thinner and somewhat shorter than that of Christina's. She has a black hairpin in one side, and blue eyes like those of Vincent's.
She sits down at the table and looks around, Christina staring at her.
"What?"
"Your hair's so thin and pretty. I want it..." She reaches over and plays with the girl's hair, and she slaps her hand.
"Don't touch it, I just washed it."
Christina pouts. "You're mean, Melissa."
Chrissa looks at them and shakes her head. "Be nice, you two. We have something to discuss."
"Oh right, Vincent's disorder."
Vincent stares at her, unenthused at her comment. And Samuel taps his spoon on the table to get their attention, before speaking up as he scoops mashed potatoes out of a large bowl.
"Vincent does not have a disorder. Now would you simmer down for the moment and allow us to continue?"
Christina sits back in her chair and folds her arms. "Fine."
Samuel eyes her for a moment, then looks around at the others, before speaking again.
"Now, I'm sure everyone knows by now what this is about, as Christina has probably already informed us."
She sticks her tongue out and everyone stares at her, as she shifts in her chair awkwardly, then goes to take a chicken leg and put it on her plate. Samuel then continues as everyone else starts putting food on their plates.
"Throughout Vincent's life, I'm sure we have all noticed strange incidences around him. There came a time when I went online to research these occurences, and I came to a conclusion from what I've read. However, it was not yet confirmed until earlier today."
Hector interrupts, "So... he does have a disorder."
"It's not a disorder!" Vincent exclaims, causing everyone to jump a bit in surprise.
Chrissa puts her hand on his. "Calm down, dear. We know this. And the next person to say this will go without dinner."
The other three siblings then immediately fall silent, and Samuel proceeds.
"Earlier, Vincent used something which at first was thought to come from the necklace. However, after speaking with Lasuno and Chrissa about it, this was confirmed to be false. Though psychic energy can form illusions and affect matter in the area, it is not actually powerful enough to take on the form of other elements, such as water. So we had to come to another idea..."
Lasuno and Larisa listen to the conversation as they ear their fruit in the kitchen.
"I don't quite understand the entire meaning behind this, but I've discovered beings which seem to call themselves Messangers. This may be too much to understand at your ages, but..." Samuel pulls out a few sheets of paper with notes detailing certain aspects of the Messangers, and places them on the table.
"Spiritual prophets have gone into predicting the coming of a force from the afterlife and the spiritual plane, into this world. However, little to no proof has actually been given of these predictions. So many people have simply dismissed them."
Hector interrupts again after looking over the papers. "They spelled messenger wrong."
Vincent shakes his head. "Not messenger. It's a different concept... Just let him talk."
Samuel nods and speaks again. "I was actually going to allow you. Information about this is very hard to come by. But if you are what you say, then you should know much more about it than anyone else."
He slowly nods and sighs, rubbing his head a bit. "Dreams are still a bit scrambled, so don't mind if I get anything wrong... Messangers are born into this world like any other being. They are brought here of a natural birth. However, upon arrival, they must start anew. They lose all memory of who they are, and live a normal life."
He looks around at them. "...Well, as normal as they can be with what they have. Through a series of dreams they have while growing up, they begin to remember who they are."
Melissa shakes her head. "Wait, wait. So where do these dreams come from? Does someone give you them, like in the movies?"
"...No, not like that. Your immortal spiritual being still remembers everything. However, these memories don't pass into your physical form until later on. The activities of your normal life interferes with them, thus they happen in dreams... while you're asleep and in your most calm state."
She slowly nods. "That... makes sense, I guess. What's immortal?"
"It means it doesn't die," Chrissa answers.
Melissa blinks, then nods again.
Vincent takes a bite out of his food, then soon continues. "The idea of the Messangers is from the Spiritual Council, which as dad says, exists in the spiritual plane. Messangers are sent into different worlds to take on tasks, much like an angel is sent here to inform people of a coming calamity. A Messanger's role is to actually take action, in order to prevent this calamity."
"So you're... an Angel Plus." Christina giggles, and Hector smirks at the comment.
Vincent rolls his eyes, but can't help but smile at what she said. "Call it what you want. The concept's the same. Anyway... A Messanger is given a certain time to inform others of what will happen, so that they can all work together in order to stop it. Though the very idea of just who they are may cause a bit of disturbance and disbelief... It's much harder than merely telling people and getting them to do what's needed. Getting them to believe you... is a different story."
Chrissa nods slowly. "Had I not seen what I have over the years, I might not believe you, myself. But even now, it's hard to grasp..."
Vincent sighs a bit. "That's what I mean... But it has to be done, or the calamity will befall this world."
Samuel speaks up. "So... What is this said calamity, anyway?"
He blinks at the question, beginning to think about it. "No one... really knows. All I can guess from is the name of my task. The Temporal Task. Something to do with time... Time going out of control. Time..." He goes silent for a moment and everyone looks at him, and he utters another word. "...Stopping."
Chrissa thinks about what he said. "It... isn't entirely hard to believe. This family's been studying and training dragons for a long time. But we could never actually learn the concept of one of them..."
Vincent looks at her for a moment, realizing who she meant. "Dialga..."
She nods. "Yes... Apparently Dialga controls the flow of time, along with another dragon, who controls space. Palkia, I think..."
Vincent takes another bite of his food and then speaks up again. "Dialga and Palkia... controllers of time and space. They're deities who were brought about by Arceus in order to keep the very universe we live in intact. Without them, it would inevitably fall apart."
Hector shivers at the thought, then looks at him. "And I thought I knew it all... You got it down. No wonder you pass all your grades so easily."
Vincent smiles a bit and shrugs. "School's still boring."
Chrissa eyes him, then Samuel clears his throat and asks a question. "I never really understood one thing... So you finish this task, and you stop this calamity... What happens then?"
Vincent looks at him for a moment. "...I go back."
"You leave..."
He slowly nods, and the room falls completely silent as they take in this fact. The idea that he will eventually be leaving this world.
"...No." Samuel gets up and puts his napkin on the table, walking out of the room. Chrissa looks up at him, then quickly gets up and follows him.
"Sam, wait!" The two disappear down the hall, and Christina stairs at Vincent.
"Thanks for the bad news." She gets up, along with the others, and leaves the room. And Vincent pushes his plate forward, laying his head on the table.
Lasuno hovers slowly over to him and puts his paw on him. "You did the right thing in telling them now. It's better to do it sooner than later."
He looks up at him, his eyes teary. "I don't know what to do... I can't hurt them like this. I've put too many people through this already..."
"Then don't... Of all the things I've learned, one thing I know is... even through life and death, you have a choice, Vincent. You can choose whether or not to go back. And if you truly want to stay, then you can."
Vincent stares at him for a moment. It's true, he doesn't have to stay in the Spiritual Council. But he's also afraid of what may happen, should he leave.
After a short while, he takes his stone necklace and stares at it for a bit, then holds it in his hand, causing both Lasuno's and Larisa's to glow a light blue color.
In the two sisters' bedroom, Christina, who is on her bed, crying, slowly looks down at her own necklace as it glows light blue. She picks it up and sniffs, sitting up and looking at Melissa, whose necklace is doing the same.
Melissa looks back at her and sighs, slowly getting up from her bed and holding her hand out. "Come on... Let's go see him."
She slowly nods and takes her hand, getting up and they both walk out of the room, seeing Hector leaving his and Vincent's room and looking at them. His necklace has the same glow as theirs.
In Chrissa and Samuel's room, the two are sitting on the bed, Chrissa's arms wrapped around Samuel as he is rested against her, in almost a breakdown.
Soon, both of their necklaces begin to glow as Chrissa looks down at them, then taps Samuel's shoulder and he opens his eyes to look.
They then look back at each other, and Chrissa nods to him and they get up to go out.
After a short while, Vincent looks up to see his siblings at the entrance of the room. He then gets up and walks over to them, seeing Chrissa and Samuel coming into the livingroom. He looks at them all and takes a short breath.
"I'm going to make a promise to you all..."
They all remain quiet and listen to him as he speaks.
"When my task is over, and I return to the Spiritual World... I will find my way back here, to see you all again. I promise, I will not leave you..."
Soon, Christina slowly nods and steps forward, then hugs him tightly. "You better not leave us, Vincent..."
He returns the hug, and after a short time, she goes back and looks at him, and he nods to her in assurance. "I promise..."
She smiles a bit, and the others come over and hug him, a family hug, assured of his return, when the time comes...
- - - - -
"You've been keeping him hidden for quite a while, haven't you? Your persistence is becoming rather annoying... I came to you, believing that you would lead me straight to him. But you've shown so much resistance, even through the deaths of many in your little group."
"Perhaps you should... give up then... It's obvious we wouldn't tell you where we is... even if we knew."
The shadowy individual smirks and puts his hand on the wounded person, who is strapped to a stake.
"You couldn't be more right about that. That's why I'll take the liberty of eliminating each and every one of you. You serve no further purpose to me."
He steps back and his eyes flicker with a green light, the person closing his eyes tightly as he throws his hand out, releasing a green streak of energy, followed by the words, "Expello Phasmatis!"
And that was the end of him. The killing curse took its effect immediately, and the person dropped his head, his limp body still bound to the stake as the individual walks out, setting the shack ablaze and burning each dead and wounded person inside.
"I'll find you, in time. You can't stay hidden forever..."
Vincent, who has been in his room the entire time, looks at the doorway for a bit, then sighs and gets up and goes out into the livingroom. He watches as everyone goes to the dining room, then jumps as he is poked on his shoulder, turning around.
Standing behind him is another boy, around the same height as him, with messy dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He is dressed in what looks like amateur scientist clothing, and has a high tech watch on his wrist.
Vincent smiles a bit and shakes his head. "So what'd you create this time, Hector?"
Hector chuckles. "Nothing new. Still working. But word has it, you're the center of attention tonight. Something about a disorder."
Vincent eyes him. "...Oh? Who said that?"
Christina strolls into the room, speaking up. "I did!"
He stares at her for a bit. "Disorder, right... So who else did you tell this to, the neighbors?"
"Don't be silly. We don't have neighbors out here."
He rolls his eyes and Hector pats his shoulder as he walks by. "Come on, bro. Let's eat dinner."
Christina smiles and goes into the dining room, and he sighs and follows them, soon sitting down at the table.
Entering the room last is another girl, with very sleek black hair, seeming to be thinner and somewhat shorter than that of Christina's. She has a black hairpin in one side, and blue eyes like those of Vincent's.
She sits down at the table and looks around, Christina staring at her.
"What?"
"Your hair's so thin and pretty. I want it..." She reaches over and plays with the girl's hair, and she slaps her hand.
"Don't touch it, I just washed it."
Christina pouts. "You're mean, Melissa."
Chrissa looks at them and shakes her head. "Be nice, you two. We have something to discuss."
"Oh right, Vincent's disorder."
Vincent stares at her, unenthused at her comment. And Samuel taps his spoon on the table to get their attention, before speaking up as he scoops mashed potatoes out of a large bowl.
"Vincent does not have a disorder. Now would you simmer down for the moment and allow us to continue?"
Christina sits back in her chair and folds her arms. "Fine."
Samuel eyes her for a moment, then looks around at the others, before speaking again.
"Now, I'm sure everyone knows by now what this is about, as Christina has probably already informed us."
She sticks her tongue out and everyone stares at her, as she shifts in her chair awkwardly, then goes to take a chicken leg and put it on her plate. Samuel then continues as everyone else starts putting food on their plates.
"Throughout Vincent's life, I'm sure we have all noticed strange incidences around him. There came a time when I went online to research these occurences, and I came to a conclusion from what I've read. However, it was not yet confirmed until earlier today."
Hector interrupts, "So... he does have a disorder."
"It's not a disorder!" Vincent exclaims, causing everyone to jump a bit in surprise.
Chrissa puts her hand on his. "Calm down, dear. We know this. And the next person to say this will go without dinner."
The other three siblings then immediately fall silent, and Samuel proceeds.
"Earlier, Vincent used something which at first was thought to come from the necklace. However, after speaking with Lasuno and Chrissa about it, this was confirmed to be false. Though psychic energy can form illusions and affect matter in the area, it is not actually powerful enough to take on the form of other elements, such as water. So we had to come to another idea..."
Lasuno and Larisa listen to the conversation as they ear their fruit in the kitchen.
"I don't quite understand the entire meaning behind this, but I've discovered beings which seem to call themselves Messangers. This may be too much to understand at your ages, but..." Samuel pulls out a few sheets of paper with notes detailing certain aspects of the Messangers, and places them on the table.
"Spiritual prophets have gone into predicting the coming of a force from the afterlife and the spiritual plane, into this world. However, little to no proof has actually been given of these predictions. So many people have simply dismissed them."
Hector interrupts again after looking over the papers. "They spelled messenger wrong."
Vincent shakes his head. "Not messenger. It's a different concept... Just let him talk."
Samuel nods and speaks again. "I was actually going to allow you. Information about this is very hard to come by. But if you are what you say, then you should know much more about it than anyone else."
He slowly nods and sighs, rubbing his head a bit. "Dreams are still a bit scrambled, so don't mind if I get anything wrong... Messangers are born into this world like any other being. They are brought here of a natural birth. However, upon arrival, they must start anew. They lose all memory of who they are, and live a normal life."
He looks around at them. "...Well, as normal as they can be with what they have. Through a series of dreams they have while growing up, they begin to remember who they are."
Melissa shakes her head. "Wait, wait. So where do these dreams come from? Does someone give you them, like in the movies?"
"...No, not like that. Your immortal spiritual being still remembers everything. However, these memories don't pass into your physical form until later on. The activities of your normal life interferes with them, thus they happen in dreams... while you're asleep and in your most calm state."
She slowly nods. "That... makes sense, I guess. What's immortal?"
"It means it doesn't die," Chrissa answers.
Melissa blinks, then nods again.
Vincent takes a bite out of his food, then soon continues. "The idea of the Messangers is from the Spiritual Council, which as dad says, exists in the spiritual plane. Messangers are sent into different worlds to take on tasks, much like an angel is sent here to inform people of a coming calamity. A Messanger's role is to actually take action, in order to prevent this calamity."
"So you're... an Angel Plus." Christina giggles, and Hector smirks at the comment.
Vincent rolls his eyes, but can't help but smile at what she said. "Call it what you want. The concept's the same. Anyway... A Messanger is given a certain time to inform others of what will happen, so that they can all work together in order to stop it. Though the very idea of just who they are may cause a bit of disturbance and disbelief... It's much harder than merely telling people and getting them to do what's needed. Getting them to believe you... is a different story."
Chrissa nods slowly. "Had I not seen what I have over the years, I might not believe you, myself. But even now, it's hard to grasp..."
Vincent sighs a bit. "That's what I mean... But it has to be done, or the calamity will befall this world."
Samuel speaks up. "So... What is this said calamity, anyway?"
He blinks at the question, beginning to think about it. "No one... really knows. All I can guess from is the name of my task. The Temporal Task. Something to do with time... Time going out of control. Time..." He goes silent for a moment and everyone looks at him, and he utters another word. "...Stopping."
Chrissa thinks about what he said. "It... isn't entirely hard to believe. This family's been studying and training dragons for a long time. But we could never actually learn the concept of one of them..."
Vincent looks at her for a moment, realizing who she meant. "Dialga..."
She nods. "Yes... Apparently Dialga controls the flow of time, along with another dragon, who controls space. Palkia, I think..."
Vincent takes another bite of his food and then speaks up again. "Dialga and Palkia... controllers of time and space. They're deities who were brought about by Arceus in order to keep the very universe we live in intact. Without them, it would inevitably fall apart."
Hector shivers at the thought, then looks at him. "And I thought I knew it all... You got it down. No wonder you pass all your grades so easily."
Vincent smiles a bit and shrugs. "School's still boring."
Chrissa eyes him, then Samuel clears his throat and asks a question. "I never really understood one thing... So you finish this task, and you stop this calamity... What happens then?"
Vincent looks at him for a moment. "...I go back."
"You leave..."
He slowly nods, and the room falls completely silent as they take in this fact. The idea that he will eventually be leaving this world.
"...No." Samuel gets up and puts his napkin on the table, walking out of the room. Chrissa looks up at him, then quickly gets up and follows him.
"Sam, wait!" The two disappear down the hall, and Christina stairs at Vincent.
"Thanks for the bad news." She gets up, along with the others, and leaves the room. And Vincent pushes his plate forward, laying his head on the table.
Lasuno hovers slowly over to him and puts his paw on him. "You did the right thing in telling them now. It's better to do it sooner than later."
He looks up at him, his eyes teary. "I don't know what to do... I can't hurt them like this. I've put too many people through this already..."
"Then don't... Of all the things I've learned, one thing I know is... even through life and death, you have a choice, Vincent. You can choose whether or not to go back. And if you truly want to stay, then you can."
Vincent stares at him for a moment. It's true, he doesn't have to stay in the Spiritual Council. But he's also afraid of what may happen, should he leave.
After a short while, he takes his stone necklace and stares at it for a bit, then holds it in his hand, causing both Lasuno's and Larisa's to glow a light blue color.
In the two sisters' bedroom, Christina, who is on her bed, crying, slowly looks down at her own necklace as it glows light blue. She picks it up and sniffs, sitting up and looking at Melissa, whose necklace is doing the same.
Melissa looks back at her and sighs, slowly getting up from her bed and holding her hand out. "Come on... Let's go see him."
She slowly nods and takes her hand, getting up and they both walk out of the room, seeing Hector leaving his and Vincent's room and looking at them. His necklace has the same glow as theirs.
In Chrissa and Samuel's room, the two are sitting on the bed, Chrissa's arms wrapped around Samuel as he is rested against her, in almost a breakdown.
Soon, both of their necklaces begin to glow as Chrissa looks down at them, then taps Samuel's shoulder and he opens his eyes to look.
They then look back at each other, and Chrissa nods to him and they get up to go out.
After a short while, Vincent looks up to see his siblings at the entrance of the room. He then gets up and walks over to them, seeing Chrissa and Samuel coming into the livingroom. He looks at them all and takes a short breath.
"I'm going to make a promise to you all..."
They all remain quiet and listen to him as he speaks.
"When my task is over, and I return to the Spiritual World... I will find my way back here, to see you all again. I promise, I will not leave you..."
Soon, Christina slowly nods and steps forward, then hugs him tightly. "You better not leave us, Vincent..."
He returns the hug, and after a short time, she goes back and looks at him, and he nods to her in assurance. "I promise..."
She smiles a bit, and the others come over and hug him, a family hug, assured of his return, when the time comes...
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"You've been keeping him hidden for quite a while, haven't you? Your persistence is becoming rather annoying... I came to you, believing that you would lead me straight to him. But you've shown so much resistance, even through the deaths of many in your little group."
"Perhaps you should... give up then... It's obvious we wouldn't tell you where we is... even if we knew."
The shadowy individual smirks and puts his hand on the wounded person, who is strapped to a stake.
"You couldn't be more right about that. That's why I'll take the liberty of eliminating each and every one of you. You serve no further purpose to me."
He steps back and his eyes flicker with a green light, the person closing his eyes tightly as he throws his hand out, releasing a green streak of energy, followed by the words, "Expello Phasmatis!"
And that was the end of him. The killing curse took its effect immediately, and the person dropped his head, his limp body still bound to the stake as the individual walks out, setting the shack ablaze and burning each dead and wounded person inside.
"I'll find you, in time. You can't stay hidden forever..."
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