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Post by Hallow on Oct 10, 2010 11:35:13 GMT -5
“Before the universe was brought forth, all that existed was a state of constant chaos and darkness. At the heart of such a swirling mass, an Egg tumbled forth, hatching to reveal the Original One. The Original One, with its great and mighty one thousand arms, shaped the void into something more ideal. Once its work was done, it separated itself into separate beings--for light and for darkness, for space and for time, for the dimensions beyond, for the earth and the seas, for the sky, and so on. His power was too great to be left in the hands of one creature, so seeking to provide the best for his world, he placed his power into Plates and took to an unyielding slumber, leaving his creations to watch over his new world. The creatures he made were called Titans for the great power they possessed.
From that point on, the Titans worked together to keep order in the world and provide their assistance when needed. They stayed in the background, eluding discovery from all but the bravest, the purest of heart, or on some occasions, the dumb lucky. They were more powerful than any other Pokemon, and smarter than even the most brilliant Metagross. However, as time went on, too many people had seen them to keep their existence hidden. Myths and legends were born, and people began searching for their help and power at every opportunity. The Titans could no longer handle being the keepers of the earth while being so sought after, and once they awoke and appealed to the Original One with their pleas, he let their children, the Legends, take their place.
The Legends were, in a way, mini-Titans. They had the same look, if only a little smaller, and the same abilities, if only a little less strong. Still, they were more powerful than average Pokemon and there were a handful of each species instead of just one. They granted the requests of the people in the lands, giving rise to more legends and stories of the wonderful rarities that shared their world.
The Titans and the Original One, in need of rest and peace, set themselves apart in a new region made solely for their haven. Shimuso, the home of the Titans, became a place for shrines in their honor and a home for those who felt protected by their presence, even if it wasn‘t quite a visible one.
However, before the Original One took to his sleep once more, he spoke of a time when calamity would strike the world for so mistreating his children. One by one, each Titan would have their justice.”
This is the story that, in some form or another, is passed down from mother to daughter, father to son, in the Pokemon world. Some say that the presence of the Titans can still be felt at their shrines in Shimuso, others argue that the Titans are dead, and that the Legends are the ones to guide them now.
At any rate, it became evident that the humans needed a government as well. All of them began as monarchies, most of them having four or so underneath them along with eight underneath that to maintain peace--with the exclusion of Orre, which remained a territory of Hoenn and had a single man to keep it in order. As time wore on, people became sick of the same family functioning as the ruling class and wanted change, giving rise to Pokemon Police, then Pokemon Rangers. A single set of laws was enforced with the unanimous agreement of the regions on ethics, and for a while, this was an effective system.
Teams, Squads, and the like formed constantly throughout the history of the Pokemon world. Some never made it very far, others were strong enough to create panic within the heart of the organization itself. Without a single head of operations in each region, it was chaotic trying to deal with such a problem. Discussion began about who should be the one in charge, and how the process would work. It was even argued that, in order to deal with the problem, a single ruler of all the regions was needed.
The humans, of course, never expected an argument from the Pokemon as well. The Pokemon felt a need for respect and representation amongst the humans, prompting them to speak out against being ruled by man any longer--not to quite that degree. Each individual, man or Pokemon, had their own opinion on how things should be and thus came conflict.
The unyielding conflict gave rise to rebellion, Pokemon now refusing to be caught! Suddenly, there were wild Pokemon who were dying in their attempts to flee capture and Pokeballs could no longer match free will. Some Pokemon still came to Trainers, but a great many refused to be in the Pokeball and bargained instead that, if the Trainers wanted their assistance, they would stay on friendly terms and be summoned if needed.
Finally, an agreement was reached--the humans would decide on one candidate, the Pokemon on another, and an election would take place to determine the winner. Pokemon would no longer be slaves of humans, but would be called to a Pokemon Center at the Trainer's will, granting the Pokemon freedom to do what they please in the time they were not contained in the Trainer's party. This worked for a while--and still does, and in time the two candidates were announced--Samuel for the humans, Alix for the Pokemon.
Alix presented herself well, with the tall, thin frame of a Gardevoir and large blue eyes that were all-too-easy to trust. Her Psychic abilities allowed her to communicate via telepathy, making language barriers no obstacle any longer. She presented simple-yet-effective solutions to any problem, no matter how complex, and spoke with conviction of a change for the better. Pokemon and humans living in peace, she pushed. War and violence, she spoke out against. There was no charity she turned down and no need she didn't meet.
Despite that…Samuel won.
Alix was crushed, no doubt, but not for long. Within days of his inauguration, Samuel disappeared and left a note demanding for Alix to take his place. Oddly, no one questioned this and Alix was established as ruler of the Pokemon world.
It was then that things began to change.
It seemed as Alix was speaking that her form was changing, bit by bit. Her coloring was darkening to become black, a set of blood-red jaws coming up from her collarbone and lying there like a sick, twisted necklace of some sort. Her mouth began to widen, teeth to sharpen, and a zipper to appear right on the corner. The Gardevoir “hair” was growing and transforming into something white and cloudlike, all the while her large and childish eyes becoming smaller and more callous. This was something that could not go ignored. Panic ensued.
For many, life became arduous. Rules were being made and repealed based on Alix’s desires, and the world was being forced to conform to them. A sort of army joined up under Alix’s power, some out of genuine respect, others out of sheer terror and hope that this would mark them as spared. The army, the Night Terror, were the only ones not being forced to abide by the laws. Alix cared nothing for what they did so long as she got her way.
A new discovery reared its ugly head though--that of more Dark Shards. With the presence of so many Dark Shards, it was obvious a Shadow Crystal had to be somewhere. But where? The only one known to have existed no longer functioned as such and was stationed on the top of Altru Tower.
The answer was not a Shadow Crystal. It was a Night Gem, the mother of all Shadow Crystals. It amplified the power of Dark-types immensely, and no Red, Yellow, and Blue Gem combination could stop it. Arceus could stand this no longer and blasted the Night Gem into smaller Shadow Crystals, each one guarded by a Titan in Shimuso.
Still, Alix is desperate for this Gem and she and her army will stop at nothing to get it. Currently no significant heroes have made themselves enough of a threat to her advance. Will you be the one? Or will you take up her cause?
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