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Old 06-16-2009, 12:03 AM
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Default Lunar Destinies (PG/Fan-Fic of the Year 2009)[Complete Ch 14]



This is one of my first posts here, as well as my second fanfiction. This story is one of the unique ones in the fact that it is not a PMD or Trainer Story, but a tale of a grand quest that stretches from all known regions of the Pokemon World. It tells of the epic struggle between light and darkness, against selfishness and selflessness. The nightmares are only beginning, and it falls to a young girl and members of a long-forgotten but still operating organization to restore balance. Hopefully, I won't produce groans and headaches with this.

Since there have been problems with fic stealing, I'm putting this up here:

Fan-Fiction Name: Lunar Destinies
Sites Posted On: Here and Bulbagarden (Charmander009)
Other sites I may post the story on in the future: serebii


Please tell me if you see this on other sites or on one of these sites under a different username than the one I have for that site!


Things you should know before reading:
1-I'm by no means professional. I might make some mistakes here and there.
2-I don't watch Pokemon anime, so forgive me if my battle descriptions are made of cheese.
3-Gore, foul language, or love gone too far (I don't even want to say it) never belonged in Pokemon.
4-I think that Pokemon should be able to preform more than 4 moves, so sorry if I do that.

Sorry about that, now here's a description:

There exists in many regions of the Pokémon world a trio of legendaries. From Kanto, three elemental birds soar the skies. In Johto, three legendary felines roam the land. In Hoenn, three earth sentinels rest in their hiding places. Finally, in Sinnoh, three psychic Pokémon skim the surface of the island’s lakes. All of these carefully bring balance to their land, and hold a secret that could change the course of the world. The power of three is the power of all, but only one individual can bring them all together. And once the darkness begins to eclipse the light, a prophecy begins the search for the hero, the chosen child of the moon.

Chapter Guide:

Book One: Kanto

Chapter One: An Unexpected Visitor

Chapter Two: On Lunar Wings

Chapter Three: Story Telling

Chapter Four: A Changing World

Chapter Five: Thyme Travel

Chapter Six: The Frozen Throne

Chapter Seven: Knights, One and All

Chapter Eight: Breaking Away (Part I)
_________________________(Part II)

Chapter Nine: The Cliffs of Will

Chapter Ten: Expecting the Unexpected

Chapter Eleven: The Mystery of Mew

Chapter Twelve: Lessons (Part I)
_____________________(Part II)

Chapter Thirteen: A Change in Plans

Chapter Fourteen: Kanto (Part I)
(Part II) (Part III)



Banner by the artistic Lunar Latias



Prologue:



Storms raged all about a deserted island, churning huge waves that threatened to swallow it whole. Lightning danced as the wind struggled with the few trees that struggled to survive. Surely, no living thing would be found there and then, but the lightning revealed a lone shadow walking nonchalantly by the thrashing beach. Its only concern had nothing to do with the weather. It had a purpose, one that was good enough to brave the storm.

Finally, the figure paused and looked towards the raging ocean. Suddenly, a massive object ejected from the waters and made its way towards the shore. It was a submarine shaped like Kyogre. Once it hit land, it changed shape, becoming an armored tank resembling a Rhyhorn. Its red eyes scanned the beach, searching for the lone figure. It turned and opened its maw, out of which a man stepped into the open.

“You sure know how to make a theatrical appearance,” the shadow on the beach smirked.

“Indeed, master,” the man bowed. “And you sure know how to pick rendezvous.”

“Have you found it?” the deep voice of the shadow sent shivers down the man’s back. It had a chilling strength to it, terrifying and empowering at the same instant.

“The Griseous Orb? Of course,” the man pulled out a large, golden object from a pouch he had hid on his person. “Giratina isn’t to happy about it being stolen, however.”

“We need not worry about him. The poor fool has enough to deal with as it is. It is a pity, however, that he chose the path he did. Did I not give him a chance to escape? But no, his heart has grown soft under the Oath. He will fall, just like all of the others. What about the other materials?”

“All of the Iron Thorns, Reaper Clothes, The Life Orb, the Spell Tag, the shards of the Black Charm, a Dark Incense, and. . .,” his voice faltered, reluctant to even mention the last item.

“The Red Chain?” the shadow answered for him without emotion.

“Y-yes. All is in order.”

“Excellent, then call up our troops. We will strike immediately. Tonight is our night, and the eclipse will begin. Our destiny is at hand, Ebenor.” Lightning flashed nearby, finally lighting up the features of the shadowy figure. A single, blue eye peered out from a flowing lock of white hair that resembled smoke.

“As you wish, Master Darkrai,” Ebenor bowed, more chills racing up his spine.

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Chapter One: An Unexpected Visitor



“Aislyn! Aislyn!” Cried out a tortured voice, seeming to come from all directions at once.

The young girl spun around, looking for whoever was calling her name. Yet there was nothing to see but the swirling mist that surrounded her.

“Aislyn! You must help me!” the voice echoed again, seeming both far away and very close.

“Where are you?” Aislyn called back, heart pounding in her chest. Confusion and fear gripped her as many more voices whispered in the gloom, voices full of pain, anger, and longing.

“I didn’t see this coming,” the first voice spoke again, clearer and stronger than the others. “But I should have known. I’m afraid that the Eclipse has now begun.”

“What are you talking about?” The girl’s head spun. She wished that she could escape the madness, but something held her back.

“I need your help. No, the world needs your help,” the voice continued.

“Me?” Aislyn mouthed.

“Look behind you,” it said, suddenly loud and clear, directly behind her. Suddenly, all of the minor voices stopped their harsh whispers at once.

Obeying the command, Aislyn turned to see the mist clear and a figure appear before her. It looked like some kind of Pokémon, with a crescent-shaped head and bird-like body, glowing with the brilliance of the moon.

“I am Cresselia,” the Pokémon spoke to her, its voice both kind and a sense of pride.

“Cresselia?” Aislyn said with wonder, dazed by its light and beauty. She had never seen or heard of such a Pokémon before, never mind a talking one.

“I am the Lunar Pokémon. It is I who repels the darkness, and brings reignites the light. It is I who faces dark forces everyday, to keep balance to the word. But those dark forces have finally triumphed over me.” Cresselia suddenly winced. “I have been captured and imprisoned by dark artifacts in a devious spell. Even now, my energy is being sapped away, and within months I will be completely drained. Then, the darkness will usurp our world. Our planet will become paralyzed, and all we know and love will whither away. But there is hope, a way we can defeat the darkness. It has been prophesied that a hero will rise, destined to stop a Pitch-Black future. Aislyn . . . It is. . . Your destiny . . .”

“M-my d-destiny? What are you-?” the young girl began to object, but then her surroundings began to fade. Struggling to hold onto the dream, she searched for Cresselia. The Lunar Pokémon only gazed forlornly at her, whispering her last words over and over.




“Aislyn! Aislyn! For Pete’s sake! Wake up!” someone shook her violently. Aislyn’s eyes flew open and she jerked out of bed, nearly knocking her mother out in the process.

“Calm down,” her mother reassessed, speaking more gently. “It was just a dream.”

“But! It was so real!” Aislyn slowed down, wiping the sweat off of her brow. “There was this P-pokémon, and it spoke to me!”

“Like I said, it was just a dream. Everything’s fine now,” the older woman smiled and patted her on the back.

“Y-yeah, it was just a dream,” she sighed, slumping her shoulders. Outside of her little bedroom, Aislyn heard a Doduo crow and knew that despite the strange dream she had, life was as normal as always back on the farm. No matter how she felt, there was work to do.

Her mother shook her head and stood up. “I knew I shouldn’t have let you eat at that burrito joint. The place was screaming DANGER! Hurry and get dressed. Pokémon need fed and Milktank need milking. Then we’ll see about breakfast.”

“Yes, Mom,” Aislyn yawned, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“That’s a good girl,” Her mother gave her a quick kiss before finally leaving her daughter’s room. Stretching, Aislyn reluctantly crawled out of bed and peered through the curtains. The sun was slowly beginning to rise over Lunnori, a small region located between Kanto and Foire. Though it was a pleasant place, located close to the ocean and beaches, it was focused on agriculture. There was no cities here, no resort areas, and certainly no Pokémon Gyms or League for that matter. It seemed like there was simply nothing to do here but watch things grow.

Aislyn felt trapped. She had so many dreams and hopes for her future, like becoming a Trainer or even a Ranger, but nothing she found here helped. Many times she contemplated running away, but something always kept her back. It seemed like it was her fate to grow and die here, like the crops around her. She was a dreamer, and there was no room to expand her ideas here on this little farm.

Looking to the north, she spotted Crescent Peak the tallest mountain in the region, which wasn’t saying much. Somewhere on its side was the sleepy town of Adelite, where there was an expansive farmers market. Her father would be there today with some of his Tauros and Doduo. He was a famous breeder of those Pokémon, though those he sold hardly ever passed into a trainer’s hands. They were often used as transportation or for uses on a farm. Poké Balls and battles unheard of around here, Aislyn sighed.

As the young farm girl burst out of her old two-story house, bucket swaying about, she nearly stepped on a sleeping Growlithe. The dog-like Pokémon yelped and barked in complaint, but Aislyn ignored him and took off towards the chicken pen. Light beams shone down through the dusty air as she opened the door. The birds cocked their head up at her in curiosity as she hurriedly sprinkled the feed around their pen. Immediately, the birds forgot their suspicions and eagerly feasted on the feed. Aislyn checked for eggs, then dashed to the Doduo pen.

“Morning, Boys!” she cried out to the two-headed birds. A trio of them eagerly ran to the side of the fence, cawing expectantly. As she held the bucket out for them to eat, the heads began to fight amongst each other.

“Cut it out, guys!” Aislyn laughed. “It all goes to the same place.”

One of the heads looked up and ruffled her hair with his beak. She returned the gesture by reaching up and scratching its cheek. These Doduo made fine steeds, being both loyal and fast, especially if they were raised by the Brights. People from all over wouldn’t hesitate to own one of Aislyn’s father’s Doduo. This particular Doduo that was teasing the girl was one that she owned and raised, and she nicknamed him, Dewy.

All the heads lifted at once, and the girl surprised to see that the bucket was already empty.

“Man, you make us look like we don’t feed you enough,” she chuckled, stepping back from the fence. She knew well enough that the Doduo had the best life possible while they lived in their care. They had the best quality feed, plenty of room to run, and people who loved them. Sitting down the bucket and clapping the dust off her hands, she tried to remember her next assignment. “One more thing on my agenda: the Milktank,” she spoke to no one in particular.

This was how most days past on this little farm in Lunnori, with no excitement at all. The calmness and peacefulness was enjoyable, but boredom was most intolerable. Though there was plenty to keep her busy, Aislyn wanted a change in her life. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, this particular day would change the course of Aislyn’s future.

“Aislyn,” her mother had spoken to her after breakfast. “Your father and brother have yet to come back from town, so I need you to look after the Mareep today. Take them up to the meadow by the river up north, got it?”

“What?” she almost spat out her milk. “The Mareep? Isn‘t there something else I could do?”

“Nothing that is as important. Come on, just for a day. Those Mareep need to graze so they can get bigger so that we can get their wool. Since your brother isn’t here to watch them . . .”

“Okay, then,” Aislyn sighed, setting down her mug. Suddenly, she wished that she gone to Adelite instead of Freddie. Watching the Mareep had to be the worst job for her to do on the farm. All it consisted of was sitting out in the hot sun while watching the flock eat and eat and eat and eat . . .

“That’s my girl,” her mother smiled graciously, adding more dishes to the sink. They didn’t have a washing machine, but Aislyn’s mother didn’t mind cleaning them by hand. She enjoyed working with her hands more than anything else. It always made her feel as if she had truly accomplished something by the end of the day. “Make sure you take plenty of water, and you can bring Dewy along with you. Oh, and don‘t forget to bring rubber.”

“Yes, mom,” Aislyn sighed, grabbing a pair of canteens. Minutes later she was geared up and leading the sheep-like Pokémon up the hill. Their Growlithe, Buster, followed behind, helping with keeping the herd intact. She sat astride her Doduo, holding a rubber shepherd hook and prodding the Mareep when necessary. Once the afternoon sun reached its highest point in the sky, they finally made it to the meadow. The wildflowers were beginning to bloom, painting the grass with hues of red, blue, and yellow. Buster disappeared in a patch of knee-grass, and curled up for a nap. Aislyn let Dewy wander around and found a rock to rest on. Here came the boring part, the waiting and the watching.

She did have enough sense to bring something to do, however. Pulling out her sketch pad, she thumbed through its pages. She was a fairly good artist, managing to draw proper proportions and details. Her favorite subject had always been Pokémon. Gazing at the meadow, she began to start a rough sketch of the Mareep. After merely ten minutes, however, she gave up and turned to a fresh sheet. She couldn’t help but think of her dream last night, and picking up her pencil, she began to draw the Cresselia from memory.

Becoming entirely enthralled in her newest subject, she didn’t notice Buster sit up and wag his tail. Nor did she hear Dewy cawing a greeting. Only when she looked up to get a drink from her canteen did she notice something was off. All of the Pokémon in the meadow was looking her way.

“Excuse me, miss,” a male’s voice spoke from behind her, and she suddenly knew why.

Whirling around, she turned to face the stranger. He was roughly her size, but his face was concealed by a hood, and his arms were tucked into his sleeves. She literally couldn’t see any of this person’s features, which immediately raised her suspicion.

“Pardon for interrupting,” the figure continued. “But I have traveled very far, and I am so parched. Perhaps, would you offer me some water?”

Aislyn wasn’t sure what to say, looking back at her Pokémon for assurance. They didn’t at all seem alarmed at this person’s appearance. Buster, normally a bold guard dog towards strangers, was actually wagging his tail! If they trusted this traveler, then perhaps she could too.

“Of course,” she tried a friendly smile, then passed her second canteen to the stranger.

“I am ever grateful, miss,” it bowed, then unfolded his arms. Aislyn gasped and recoiled as two thin, green arms reached out of the sleeves.

“Don’t be frightened,” reassured the stranger, reaching up to pull back the cloak’s hood. It fell away from his face, revealing his true identity.

“You’re a Pokémon? A talking Pokémon?” Aislyn’s eyes grew wide with wonder.

“Yes. I am a Gallade,” he spoke without moving his lips. “I am speaking to you through telepathy.”

“Telepathy?”

“It is a way to project one’s thoughts to another. I must apologize, I didn’t mean to alarm you.”

“No, its okay,” Aislyn snapped out of her stupor, remembering her canteen. Quickly, she offered the canteen again, apologizing. “I just wasn’t expecting this. I’ve never really heard telepathy before, and we usually don‘t get travelers though here. Especially traveling Pokémon.”

“Thank you miss,” The Gallade gladly accepted the canteen and guzzled down the water. Aislyn smiled and blushed. This Pokémon was overwhelmingly chivalrous. She had never heard of a Gallade before, but then again, she hadn’t heard about a lot of things.

“Hmm, that did it,” The Gallade sighed contently, wiping his mouth. “I am very grateful.”

“You’re welcome,” Aislyn took back the canteen, noticing that it was quite empty now. “What brings you to Lunnori?”

“Ah, just my travels. It is a goal of mine to see all of the regions of the world. Right now I’m headed to Fiore, and I though it would be nicer to travel on foot. It gives me more opportunity to see new and different places. And I’m glad, or else I would have missed out on this pleasant little region.”

“Yeah,” Aislyn sighed, not sharing the same opinion of her home region. “What other places have you been?”

“Oh, I just came from Kanto, but I’ve been to the Seven Isles, Hoenn, Sinnoh, and Almia.”

“Wow, what were they like?”

The Gallade chuckled. “There’s so much I could tell you about them! I don’t know where to start!”

Aislyn weakly smiled, feeling a small twinge of jealousy.

“I take it you’ve never been out of Lunnori, have you?” Gallade sensed her sudden mood change.

“No, I was born here and I’ll probably die here. But . . . I’ve always wanted to do what you’re doing. Travel around the world and see new sights. It seems that I’m stuck here though.”

“Hmm,” The Gallade hummed thoughtfully, looking towards the sky. “Perhaps one day, you might break free. From what I’ve learned, a free spirit can never be detained for long. Forgive me, I need to ask of another favor from you.”

“Perhaps you could direct me to a place where I can find food and lodging? And maybe some work. My funds of late have been rather depleted.”

“There’s a town up ahead named Adelite,” Aislyn pointed to Crescent Peak, “but it would be another day of walking from here. The closest place would be my house, and I’m sure my mom and dad would let you stay. We might could help you find a job on the farm, too. Once my brother returns, I could take you there.”

“You are most generous,” the Pokémon bowed again. “I accept your offer. I am called by many, Troy, and if you ever need assistance, I’d be glad to help.”

“Oh, thank you,” Aislyn blushed, looking towards the flock of Mareep. “My name Aislyn Bright.”

Buster barked and came running up to Troy with his tongue sticking out of his mouth. Dewy followed him from behind, heads bobbing excitedly.

“Nice to meet you too, Buster,” Troy laughed, reaching down to pet the Growlithe. “And Dewy as well. They are both very fond of you, Aislyn.”

“Buster’s our family friend, and I grew Dewy all by myself. You could say they’re my closest friends.” Aislyn sat back down on her rock, returning to her sketch pad.

“As it should be,” Troy agreed. “It always makes me feel good to see humans and Pokémon getting along with each other. Even your Mareep are very happy living on the farm.”

“They get the best treatment we can provide. Um, my brother should be coming back soon, so . . .”

“I’ll wait,” Troy sat down on the rock next to her. “What are you drawing?”

“Oh, this?” Aislyn suddenly grew shy, hiding her work. “It’s nothing. I’m not really that good.”

“No, your work is wonderful. May I see it?” The Gallade held out his thin, green arm once again. Not wanting to offend, the girl reluctantly handed her sketch book over. Troy looked through it, examining every sketch thoroughly, until he flipped to her latest sketch.

“What is this?” he asked.

“That? I . . . I think it’s called a Cresselia.”

“You think?”

“I’m not sure. You see, I saw it in a dream of mine.”

“You saw it in a dream?” The Gallade looked genuinely shocked.

“Um, yeah. Just last night,” she added hesitantly, not sure if she should say more. Troy fell silent, examining the drawing in deep thought, before passing the book wordlessly back to her. After a long moment, he merely complimented her on her skill, but Aislyn wondered if there was something she had done wrong. She wanted to ask, but was afraid of making the Gallade upset. There was something unusual about this Pokémon, but she didn’t know what.

After a while, she couldn’t bare the uncanny silence. “Can you tell me about one of those places you’ve been to?” she dared to ask.

Troy shook himself from his suprise, then smiled. “Yes, I tell you about Sinnoh, my home region . . .”

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Chapter Two: On Lunar Wings



Hours passed before Aislyn’s brother, Freddie, appeared on the scene.

“Hi Ho!” he called from the other side of the meadow. “Look at that cute little Shepherdess tending her flock!” He laughed and jogged to her rock.

“And look who decided to play hooky,” Aislyn teased back. “Had enough fun for today?”

“Of course not!” Freddie beamed. “I never get enough!”

“How was the market today?”

“Fantastic! Traded all of them to good trustworthy people. They’ll all be in good hands.”

“That good to hear. So you ready to take over?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Freddie suddenly frowned, noticing a shadow leaning against the rock. “Who's your friend?”

Suddenly the shadow jumped up, startling the young man.

“You must be Freddie. Allow me to introduce myself: I am Troy,” the Gallade bowed.

“Huh?” was all Freddie could reply with, totally confused.

“Freddie?” Aislyn frowned, waving her hand in front of his face. No reaction. The boy continued to stare. “Oh, brother,” she rolled her eyes.

“Did I frighten him?” Troy looked worried.

“Yes, but he’ll get over it. Don’t worry, my brother’s just really slow. Let’s get going. Dewy!”

The Doduo happily trotted over, giving Freddie a hair tussle. Aislyn walked over, placing the rubber hook in her brother’s hands, then mounting her Pokémon. Troy hopped on behind her, politely keeping his distance as much as he could.

“Freddie!” Aislyn called in a loud and slow voice as she gathered up the reigns. “I’m going back to the house. Got it?”

“Oh, um. Yeah,” he answered snapping out of his own stupor. “T-thanks for watching the Mareep. I’ll see you back at home.”

“Don’t get in too much trouble!” she called over her shoulder as Dewy took off.

“Of course I will!” Freddie laughed.



That night found the Bright family at dinner with a most unique guest. They were amazed by his good manners and amusing tales, and by the end they were enchanted by the gallant Gallade. Aislyn’s parents happily accepted him into their household, allowing him to stay as long as he needed. They did have an extra guest room that they had kept for visiting family members, and offered it to him. Her father also offered Troy a job to do on the farm, to help earn money.

Aislyn could hardly sleep that night, excited over their guest. Nothing like this had ever happened here before! She had so many more questions to ask him. She wanted to hear more about his adventures and discoveries. She could only imagine what the Gallade had been through. Finally, after tossing and turning, she gave up and turned on a small lamp next to her. Pulling out her sketch book, she started on a new drawing. Before she could finish it, however, sleep finally overwhelmed her.

The next morning, the sun hid behind a thin blanket of clouds that held a promise of rain. Aislyn woke up and started her usual morning routine, forgetting about last nights excitement until breakfast. Troy was joining them for another meal, but when Aislyn got in the kitchen, the mood was dark. The Gallade, her father, brother, and mother all sat around the table with solemn expressions.

“What’s wrong?” Aislyn asked innocently, setting aside her jacket.

“We a grim peace of news this morning,” her father said, pulling up a chair for his daughter. “Read the paper.”

Aislyn hesitantly obeyed, eyeing the front page of the Lunnori Weekly. The bold letters of the title declared: Children Caught In A Nightmare, Unable To Wake Up. She read on, learning of a group of parents who found their children wouldn’t wake up, and seemed to be suffering from a terrible nightmare. Her heart broke as she found out that a cure hadn’t been found and that the children continue to sleep.

“This is horrible!” Aislyn said as she set aside the article, unable to read any more of it.

“Aye,” her father agreed. “I’ve never heard of such a thing before. I don’t suppose it bodes well for any of us.”

“It just tears at my heart,” her mother pouted, hiding back tears.

“What do you think, Troy?” Freddie turned to the intelligent Pokémon.

The Gallade didn’t answer right away, deep in thought. “I have seen this before,” he finally admitted.

“What?” the family said altogether.

“A long time ago,” he went on. “I don’t know if its some sort of curse, but if the inflicted person continues to sleep . . .” He shuddered.

“Can they wake up?” Freddie dared to ask.

“They rarely can wake up on their own, but there was a way to cure them. Unfortunately, no one knows what it is anymore.”

“What’s causing it? Do you know?” Aislyn’s mother ventured a question.

“I . . . do not know. I’m sorry.”

Aislyn studied the Pokémon, thinking that he knew more than what he led on. However, she didn’t pester him further. There was work to do, regardless of what was going on elsewhere. Her assignment that day was to weed the garden, while her father and Troy went to round up the Tauros herd. Freddie, of course, had to tend to the Mareep, and when they parted ways for the day, everyone was still in a gloomy mood. It didn’t help when a storm blew in, dumping buckets of rain on them.

Aislyn soon gave up and fled to the safety of her home, warming up some hot chocolate. She sat in their tiny living room, listening to the rain until she was lulled to sleep by their steady pattering.



“Aislyn,” a voice called to her. “Aislyn.”

She had heard that voice before. Was she dreaming again?

“Aislyn, come to me,” the voice bid her.

“Cresselia,” Aislyn remembered, and followed the sound through the swirling mist.

“Yes, Aislyn,” the Cresselia appeared from the swirling mists.

“You were in my dream before. You were speaking about . . . My destiny.”

The Cresselia suddenly winced. “Yes. You and I . . . We are connected. You are the only person who can free me.” The Pokémon’s body suddenly faded, but reappeared again.

“What is happening to you?” Aislyn asked, worried.

“I have been captured by dark forces, and they keep me in a spell in which I can not use the full extent of my powers. Even now, my life-force is being sucked away by their magic. And because of this, the nightmares are beginning.”

Aislyn remembered her saying that before in her first dream, but didn’t understand. “How can I help? I’m just a farm girl. I can’t do anything special.”

“You are more special than you think,” the Cresselia laughed weakly. “Hold out your hand. If I‘m not mistaken, you have a birthmark there.”

Aislyn’s eyes grew wide, but she obeyed. There on the palm of her hand was a mark in the shape of a crescent moon. But as it got closer to Cresselia, it began to glow. The lunar Pokémon bowed her head, touching the outstretched hand. After a brilliant flash of light, a trio of necklaces appeared where Cresselia had touched her.

“These are . . . Lunar Wings . . . They will . . . Protect your family . . . As long as they . . . Keep it with them,” The Cresselia winced, her body beginning to fade. “I must go . . . For now . . .”

“Wait!” Aislyn objected, but the dream began to fade as well.




Next thing she knew, she was wide awake in her house with her mother leaning over her.

“Goodness! Gracious!” her mother exclaimed. “You gave me quite a scare! I thought you were caught in a nightmare. I was half worried that you might not wake up again!”

Aislyn slowly sat up, blinking as she looked around the room. Finally, she looked to her hand, and there were the Lunar Wings. “I’m alright, Mother. It wasn’t a nightmare,” she answered, then passed her one of the feathers. “I made this for you.”

“Oh! Its just lovely!” she happily accepted one of the necklaces and put it on straight away. “Thank you, Aislyn. What a beautiful feather!”

Just then, her father and Troy came into the house, both were soaking wet.

“Good heck, Mary,” her father called, removing his sodden jacket. “It’s raining cats and dogs out there!”

“Didn’t make the wrangling any easier,” Troy commented, removing his travel cloak. “But we got the job done.”

“Mostly thanks to you,” her father chuckled, slapping the Gallade on the back. “I didn’t know you were part Psychic.”

“Psychic and Fighting, sir, though I rarely use my powers. They’re a bit rusty, still.”

“Well, I’d better get you boys some hot chocolate to warm you up,” Aislyn’s mother strode into the kitchen. Troy stopped short, seeing the necklace she wore.

“That necklace . . . Where did you get it?” the Gallade asked.

“Oh, this?” the woman ran her finger over the feather. “Aislyn made it for me.”

“Aislyn made it?” Troy kept his look of surprise.

“Yep. Pretty little thing, isn’t it?” She held it up for him to see.

“It a Lunar Wing!” Troy gasped.

“What is that?” Aislyn’s father asked.

“They’re a special charm that, according to legend, keeps away nightmares, much like dream-catchers,” Troy answered thoughtfully.

“And I have one for you and Freddie, Dad,” Aislyn walked into the kitchen, charms in hand. She set her brother’s down on the cupboard and handed the other one to her surprised father.

“Aislyn? Where did you get these?” Troy asked, lifting Freddie’s up. “I’ve heard that they’re extremely rare.”

Aislyn shrugged, claiming a chair at the table. “I just found them,” was all she said.

“Looks kinda girlish, don’t you think?” her father hesitated to put it on.

“Just think it as a lucky charm, Dad. You could just hide it under your shirt,” the girl suggested. While her parents admired the Lunar Wings, Troy stared at Aislyn as if trying to figure something out. Aislyn felt the uncomfortable weight of this stare, and felt guilty for not admitting the truth. But she held her tongue for two reasons: One, because she didn’t want her parents to think that she was crazy; and two, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to share her secrets with a stranger she just met.

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Chapter Three: Story Telling




Dinner came around once more, and everyone begged for another story from their intrepid guest. Troy just chuckled at their enthusiasm.

“Come now,” he said. “I feel like I spent too much time talking about myself. May I hear a story from you today?”

“Nothing much exciting ever happens around here,” Aislyn muttered.

“Hmm, well,” her father ignored his daughter’s comment. “I could tell you about the time I tamed a wild Dotrio with my bare hands. That was quite the adventure.”

“I could tell you about the day I found a river monster,” Freddie added.

Aislyn’s mother thumbed her necklace charm, deep in thought. “I don’t know why, but I fell impressed to tell you about something,” she said.

“What is it?” Troy leaned forward in his chair.

“It’s a story about Aislyn’s birth,” she explained. The entire room fell silent, but Aislyn’s thudded in her ears. Why on earth was her mother going to tell this story? She felt her cheeks grow hot and knew she was blushing.

“It was thirteen years ago,” her mother began. “Around harvest time. There was a blue moon the day she was born, and we each that this meant good luck to our daughter. But as the days passed, she began to have health problems. The doctors didn’t know what was ailing her. We were becoming scared that she wouldn’t make it, but she held on for a few more years. The next time there was a blue moon on her birthday, however, she disappeared. By then, she was a small little toddler, and we figured she must have wandered off. We sent all sorts of search parties around the area, but they all came back empty handed.”

“I went out searching for her myself, growing more desperate and worried. As I ran towards Fish Hook lake up towards the north, I finally found her. She . . . She was just laying off shore, and she. . . Wasn’t breathing,” her mother’s eyes began to well up with tears. “I picked her up in my arms and tried to wake her up, but nothing worked. I. . . I had thought that I had lost her. Then, suddenly . . . There was a bright light. I looked at the lake, where the moon was reflecting in the calm water. The reflection itself began to glow as if it was becoming another moon, and it lit up the forest. I shielded my eyes from the light, but then I heard a voice. Looking back towards the lake, I saw a figure emerge from the reflection of the moon.”

Aislyn was suddenly drawn into the story. She had never heard this part of it, nor had any idea that this all happened.

“It was a Pokémon, shaped like the crescent moon. It spoke to me, saying, ‘Have no fear, Mary Bright. I won’t let your daughter slip away. Bring her to me.’ At first, I was a little scared, but the warmth of the Pokémon’s glow was inviting. I held Aislyn close, and walked as far into the lake as I could go. Suddenly, she began to glow. I looked up at the Pokémon, and it had its eyes closed as if concentrating. A thread of light grew from it and floated across the water towards Aislyn. It melded with her being, and suddenly she began to breathe again. ‘Aislyn Luna Bright,’ the Pokémon spoke again. ‘Your life is yours again. Learn and grow, and be a beacon that shines through the darkness. When the time comes, however, I will need your help.’”

“After that, the Pokémon disappeared, and so did the bright light. The lake looked as if nothing had ever happened. Then, Aislyn woke up. I took her home, and since then she’s been free of her health problems. There she stands now, the picture of health.”

The room was silent for a long time before Troy voiced his thoughts.

“A child of the moon,” he said cryptically, his arms folded in thought. “The hero of the light. . . Thank you for sharing that story, Madam Bright.”

The reverence dissipated when Aislyn’s father began telling his story, but Aislyn was still in wonder. Her mother never shared that part of the story before, and the Pokémon she talked about . . . It had to be . . . Cresselia? It had appeared to her before, and had saved her? And now it was appearing to her in her dreams again. What did this all mean? What did this make her?

After dinner, the storm clouds had finally parted. Aislyn snuck out of the kitchen to stare at the stars. Tonight was a new moon, allowing the stars to shine their brightest. Out here in Lunnori, there was hardly any light pollution. One could see each star in the sky wherever they were at. Aislyn admired the starlight. It was as if they were trying to make up for the moon missing.

“It’s much nicer out now, isn’t it?” a voice interrupted her thoughts. She jumped, but saw that it was just Troy.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that!” she scolded.

“My apologies,” Troy bowed, looking ashamed. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Aislyn smiled. “Just like when we met.”

“Indeed,” Troy smiled back, then joined in the stargazing. “What a beautiful sky. I haven’t seen them this bright for a long time.”

Aislyn just nodded, her thoughts returning elsewhere. “Troy?”

“Yes?”

“What did you mean back there? You know, when you said those things?”

Troy didn’t answer right away, seeming to be deep in thought. “There is a certain legend that I have heard. It says that there will come a time when darkness will begin to reclaim the world. It is called, simply, the Eclipse. The planet is said to become paralyzed as the warriors of the light are conquered by agents of the night. But in this legend, it says that a hero will rise to finally defeat the onslaught of darkness. The hero is supposedly a child chosen by the moon, but no one is sure what that could mean.”

Aislyn shivered from more than just the cool evening. A child chosen by the moon. That could mean her, could it? “But its just a legend, right? It‘s not really going to happen, is it?”

“It could, or it couldn’t,” Troy shrugged. “But many legends have some truth in them.”

“But it can’t,” Aislyn interrupted. “There’s just no way!”

“Aislyn? What’s the matter?” Troy looked worried.

“It’s just that. . . I . . . I don’t know,” she looked away, fighting within herself. Should she tell Troy? Could she trust him? She couldn’t take it anymore! She had to tell someone or else she’d go crazy! Troy seemed to know more than what he revealed. Maybe he could help her?

“Troy,” she began, “I’ve had the strangest dreams lately. In them, I met a Pokémon named Cresselia. She spoke to me, saying. . . Saying that she’s been captured. And she told me. . . She told me that the only person that could save her . . . Is me. I think that I‘m supposed to be the hero from that legend.”

Troy thought long and hard, saying nothing to her for a while.

“Let me see your hand,” he asked. Aislyn hesitated, but complied, revealing the birthmark she had since her disappearance as a toddler.

“You are the one,” Troy’s eyes grew wide, and he stared at her. “You are the one I’ve been looking for.”

“You were looking for me?” she recoiled.

“Yes, I’ve been traveling around the world looking for the hero told in the tale,” Troy checked his surroundings, making sure there was no eavesdroppers. “Do you trust me?”

Aislyn stopped, truly wondering the answer of his question. “Y-yes, I do.”

“Then follow me,” he stepped off the porch. “I have a lot to explain, and we need to find someplace secret.” Aislyn followed him to the barn where the Milktank were sleeping. He climbed up into the rafters and waited for her to join her. Afterwards, he spread out his arms and a force field appeared around them.

“What is that?” she asked.

“This is a Light Screen. This way, no one will overhear what I’m about to tell you. Aislyn, I know you have placed a lot of trust in me by telling me about your dreams. I will, in turn, tell you my real identity. Long ago, before the invention of the Poké Ball, when humans and Pokémon lived side by side in a different way than today. These were the medieval times, when there was much confusion and wars. However, there was a kingdom far away that fought to end those dark times. From there arose a group of elite soldiers of both men and Pokémon who possessed special abilities. They were called the Knights of the Aura, because they could control their exceptionally strong auras.”

“What is an aura?” Aislyn asked.

“It is the force that surrounds all living things, the energy emanating from within us. These Knights could not only see and control auras, but some could see it around others. They had sharper, keener senses, and stronger powers, but they all used their talent for one purpose: Peace. The Knights still exist today, secretly fighting for the common good. Aislyn, I am one of these Knights.”

“You are a Knight?” Aislyn couldn’t believe her ears. A knight was standing before her, as if out of a fairy tale.

“I can control aura, and I can discern it as well, after years of training and practice. After becoming knighted, one of our elders, an Alakazam, had a dream in which he saw the legend of which I have spoken of before. He sent me on my first quest to search out and find the hero of the prophecy. I have traveled far to find you, and I believe I’m just in time. Tell me, what do you know of Cresselia?”

“All I know is that what she told me,” Aislyn quietly answered, still a little disturbed by this whole thing. “She’s the Lunar Pokémon.”

-----
Cresselia slowly came to, barely able to glance around the prison she was kept in. Someone nearby was laughing, his voice full of cruelty and maliciousness.

“Good morning, Cresselia,” it said. “Or perhaps, maybe not so good for you.”

-----

“Indeed. Cresselia is the lead in the fight against darkness. She has the ability to banish darkness at just a touch. For years she has been fighting against a sinister force known as the Night Chasers, who is led by a notorious Pokémon known as Darkrai. Darkrai is her sworn enemy, being darkness itself. He plans to bring about the Eclipse and rule in a world created in his vision. Now, Cresselia has been captured by him, and nothing can stop him. No one. . . Except you.”

-----
“D-darkrai,” Cresselia gritted her teeth.

“Who else?” he emerged from the shadows, holding an purple glowing sphere in his hands. “What do you think of my contraption? Makes a wonderful prison cell, doesn’t it?”

“You won’t get away with this! You’ll regret the day you were born!”

“Such fierce words, mistress,” Darkrai smirked. “But I’m already getting away with this. It especially helps when there’s a new moon, I might add.”

“Coward!” Cresselia spat.

-----

“Okay, this has gone too far!” Aislyn sat up, turning to leave. “I can’t see how I should be a part of any of this! This is just crazy!”

“Aislyn, wait!” Troy moved to stop her. “You heard your story tonight! A part of Cresselia lives in you! It is because of her that you live and breathe!”

Aislyn stopped, trying to take this all in.

“You owe her for that, and now it is your turn to return the favor. You need to release her from her prison!”

“And how am I suppose to do that?” she whirled around. “Look at me! I’m just a plain, ordinary, fourteen-year-old girl. I can hardly grow a garden! How the heck do you expect me to go off to fight some darkness?”

“You are no ordinary girl, Aislyn bright,” Troy said quietly. “Your life has been touched by Cresselia. As I told you, I can discern auras, and I can see it clearly around you. Most individuals have green or blue auras. Some have red or purple. But you . . . Your aura is pure white, and shines like the moon. It is what attracted me to this place. At first, I didn’t think that you were the one I was looking for. As time went on, and I found out more about you, I began to have some suspicion. It was not until tonight that I knew for certain who you were.”

-----

Darkrai laughed to himself, circling around the captured Lunar Pokemon. “Let’s see, we got Reaper Clothes and Spell Tags nailed in place by Iron Thorns, creating a strong force field of negative energy. Check. We got the Griseous Orb, keeping your light from shining brightly. Check. Heck, we even have a piece of a Red Chain thrown in the mix, keeping you immobile. Check. Now what are we missing?”

He began tossing the sphere in his hand up then catching it, pretending to be deep in thought. Cresselia gasped when she finally realized what it was.

“Oh, I remember now! The Life Orb to slowly and painfully suck away your life! That’s what we need.” Darkrai stroked the marble-smooth surface with an evil glint in his eye. “I’ll just put it into place now.” He spread his hands apart and the Life Orb began to float between them. Thrusting his hands forward, the orb began to travel over to Cresselia, easily passing through the force field.


-----

Aislyn’s eyes were beginning to tear up. She was becoming so frustrated and confused. How could she believe any of this?

“I-,” she started to say, but suddenly she was attacked by a sudden fit of pain.

“Aislyn!” Troy shouted, but she didn’t even hear him as she collapsed onto the floor.

-----

“Check,” Darkrai smirked as he watched Cresselia writhe in pain. “It seems that all is in order. Now only one thing remains . . .” He turned his back to face a pack of fierce Houndoom, all who fidgeted in anticipation.

“Find the girl,” he told them, “and bring her to me. Just the girl.”

The leader of the pack snarled, and led his ranks away from their master, anticipating a new hunt.

-----

Aislyn slowly came to, her head pounding with a horrible headache. As her vision cleared, she could see Troy leaning over her. His eyes were closed, and he held a glowing hand over face. As far as she could tell, she was till in the rafters of the barn.

“Troy?” she inquired. “What are you doing?”

The Gallade exhaled a sigh of relief and opened his eyes. “Good, you’re alive. I was quite worried.”

“What happened?” she tried to sit up.

“Slow down, don’t do it so fast,” Troy warned. “I’m not sure what just happened. Are you feeling better now?”

“I think I’m okay?” rubbed her eyes. “But I got an awful headache.”

“You did fall rather hard,” Troy scratched his head. “But you have me puzzled. Maybe you can tell me what happened.”

“I just remember suddenly feeling this pain and then I blacked out,” Aislyn frowned, then tried to stand up. Troy jumped to his feet and tried to assist her. “I’m okay. The headache’s going away. I feel better now.”

“You sure?” Troy hesitated.

“Yes, I’m sure. Let’s get back to the house.”

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This is pretty good. You have a good plot and great chapters but try to space out a little bit or readers might think it's a big wordwall and it makes it harder for them to read. You should also put up a notice. Lately, fan-fics have been getting stolen.

Other then that, this fan-fic is great! Keep up the good work!
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This is pretty good. You have a good plot and great chapters but try to space out a little bit or readers might think it's a big wordwall and it makes it harder for them to read. You should also put up a notice. Lately, fan-fics have been getting stolen.

Other then that, this fan-fic is great! Keep up the good work!

Thank you Megaman for your feedback. I'll work on spacing it out. Sorry about that, i just cut and paste it, and didn't think about the spacing. The next chapter is on its way.
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Chapter Four: A Changing World



As the days passed, there were more and more reports of nightmares spreading throughout Lunnori. Not just children were becoming victims; many adults were affected as well. Fear was beginning to beset the honest living folk, causing suspicion and doubt to spread. The saddest thing was that they were beginning to lose trust in each other. Although the Brights remained unaffected by the nightmares, their business began to hurt under cold shoulders and extreme wariness.

Since that fateful night, Aislyn remained troubled. Troy hadn’t said much more to her, he’d been kept busy with odd-jobs, but that only made her more uneasy. What was she supposed to do? What was going to happen to her? And how was she supposed to do it? All of these questions swam through her head, often keeping her up all throughout the night. Yet there was always something that whispered, somewhere deep within her heart, that everything that Troy and Cresselia had told her was true, no matter how much she tried to deny it.

Finally, she had the chance to talk to the Gallade. It was another rainy afternoon, when Troy had finished hauling hay to the barn. Aislyn’s mother quickly put a kettle on the stove to make some hot chocolate when he came in, soaked to the bone. Lifting the hay bales was easy work for him, but the cold and the damp was more difficult to tackle. Aislyn came into the kitchen as he finished towel-drying his helmet-like head.

“Good afternoon, Miss Aislyn,” he happily greeted, performing a knightly bow.

“Good afternoon, yourself,” Aislyn replied, wishing that the Knight didn’t act so, well, knightly all the time. She wasn’t royalty. Right now she was just an average girl, and whatever she was destined to become wouldn‘t change that.

An awkward silence followed as Aislyn tried to decide what she wanted to ask him. As she prepared herself, Troy surprised her by speaking first.

“I’m going to leave soon,” he announced, taking a seat at the table. He looked distant as he spoke, looking out the window into the rain. “I have earned what I need, and it is time that I get moving again. But I was wondering if you would come with me.”

“Go with you?” Aislyn’s eyes grew wide. Her heart beat faster as she thought about it. She could finally escape this dull place! She could explore new places and have adventures like Troy had! To feel the sun warm her back! To breath the fresh air of untouched wilderness! How she longed for such experiences, and here Troy was offering it. Yet, there was something that held her back. “What about my family,” she asked as her smile faded.

Troy nodded understandingly. “You will have to leave them behind, but they will always be here. And they will always be in your heart. The love they gave you could never be forgotten, and vice versa. Leaving home is always hard, but I know that within you is the lust for adventure. After you allow the distance to grow, you grow to appreciate more of what you had. In essence, sometimes to find one’s self, one must first lose their self, and the journey is always rewarding.”

“Do you really think so?” Aislyn’s eyes scanned the house, reminiscing the fond memories she shared here.

“I know so,” the Gallade asserted. Their conversation was immediately interrupted by the kettle whistling hyperactively. Troy chuckled, “What a sweet sound! There’s nothing I love more than a cup of hot chocolate!”

“Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Aislyn’s mother beamed as she came back into the kitchen. “Who wants a cup?”

Soon Troy and Aislyn were enjoying steaming mugs of the best hot chocolate in all of Lunnori. Topped with whipped cream and sprinkles, Aislyn’s mother added a few spices to add some kick. Before they were through, Aislyn grew a chocolate mustache. As the cups began to empty, however, the mood grew grim once more. Aislyn deeply considered taking Troy’s offer, but she still felt uncertain.

“Where would you take me?” she asked when her mother left the kitchen once more.

“Well,” Troy set his empty cup aside, looking at it as if he wished it would refill itself. “I was wanting to head back to Headquarters, to consult with my elders. They would know what to do next. Admittedly, I am not sure of what your duty is, or how you will fulfill your destiny. All I know is what I have told you.”

“Where is that?” Aislyn looked down at her own cup, swirling the chocolate around that had stuck to the bottom.

“It is in a secluded place far from here, beyond the borders of Almia. Only the sworn Knights can find it and enter, but they would gladly accept you. If fact, you have much untapped capabilities. I believe that you could become a Knight if you so wished.”

“Me? A Knight?” Aislyn eyes grew wide, wondering what that could mean. Would she have superpowers? Could she learn telepathy? Would she be a hero, like in all the stories and folk tales she heard as a child? “Just like you?”

Troy laughed. “More or less. You’re not a Pokémon, miss.”

Aislyn blushed, embarrassed at how childish she had sounded. She was getting too excited about this. She needed to slow down and really think this through. There had to be some catch, or some let-down.

“I don’t expect an answer right now,” said Troy, seeming to have read her thoughts. “I will stay at least a few more days. As many wise men have said: Think before you speak. If I may take my leave?” he stood up and bowed. Aislyn smiled. Troy was a knight through and through.



Elsewhere in the world, more trouble was brewing. No moon shown down on a dark wood, but eerie sounds filled the air. Many of the inhabitants were scared out of their wits, and they found shelter in their nests and burrows. Even the normal nocturnal neighbors dared not venture out tonight. They hid in corners, hoping that what ever haunted the night would not disturb their once peaceful lives.

Despite the emptiness of the wood, there were creatures moving about. These dark shadows were causing the chaos, lifting their snouts into the air and letting loose their hunting howls. The pack of Houndoom pressed on through the bush, stopping for nothing. Even though they had already traveled far, they felt no weariness. The exhilaration of a hunt kept them sharp and eager, and only once their prey was captured would there be rest.

Yet little did they know that they were being warily watched by a tiny green figure. It turned its tear-drop shaped head as the pack went by, worry making a deep frown in its face. “This doesn’t look good,” it muttered to itself. “No good at all. I can only guess where they’re going, but I know who they serve. I suppose there is only one way to know.”

With that last statement, the creature disappeared from the wood, traveling across time and space, which any sensible Celebi could do in its sleep.


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~Sorry if this beginning is kinda slow. It'll get better with time.~

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Chapter Five: Thyme Travel


“Good morning, Aislyn,” greeted her mother when the sleepy teen made it down the stairs. The smell of scrambled eggs filled the air, mixed with fresh-baked muffins and bacon. Her mother was vigorously stirring the eggs, and smiled when her daughter yawned. It seemed to be just another slow Saturday morning, with the sun finally peeking over the hills.

“Morning,” Aislyn mumbled, slipping on her boots. She had a rough night, and all she wanted to do was sleep. She hadn’t even changed out of her pajamas yet, but she didn’t care. She just wanted to crawl back into bed. Reluctantly, she went out to do her morning chores. Blinking in the sunlight, she stumbled over to the chicken cage. Before she could open the door, however, there came a noise from the other side of the yard.

Startled awake, she paused and looked for the source. How odd, she thought. What could it have been? Was it Troy or Freddy? It didn’t sound like anything she had ever heard. Setting aside the bucket, she abandoned her chores to investigate.

Everything seemed normal. There was just the house, and Freddie’s wash drying on the clothesline. The blooming lilac bushes swayed innocently in a tiny breeze, sending a thick flowery scent her way. A robin was hopping through the grass, searching for breakfast. Nothing was out of place, so Aislyn began to wonder if she had just imagined the noise.

Suddenly, a shape busted out of the bushes and charged towards her. She screamed and took a step back, only to trip over a misplaced rake. The shape stopped and screamed as well, just as startled as she was. It flew back into the lilac bushes, scattering petals as it did so.

Aislyn sat there a moment, trying to figure out what she had just seen. The creature that had popped out of those bushes looked like a green fairy, with a tear-drop shaped head an tiny body. Could it have been a Pokemon? What was it doing here? Biting her lip, she stood up and went to the bushes. Moving aside some branches, she peered inside.
Bright blue eyes peered back out at her, warily watching her every movement.

“Don’t be scared,” she whispered to them, trying to be as gentle as she could. “I won’t hurt you.”

The eyes blinked, then moved forward. Aislyn backed away, allowing the fairy to come out. They stared at each other for a moment, as if trying to figure out what the other was.

“Are you okay?” Aislyn finally asked the creature.

“Yes, I’m okay,” the fairy answered, sighing.

Aislyn jumped, surprised to hear a reply. This creature spoke through telepathy, much like Troy did.

“You gave me a good scare,” Aislyn ventured a weak laugh.

“No, you did!” the fairy smiled.

“Sorry about that,” she replied, scratching the back of her head. Then she dared to ask, “If you don’t mind me asking, what are you?”

“Why, I’m a Celebi!” the creature replied with dignity. “My name is Thyme. Who are you?”

“I’m Aislyn,” she slowly answered, still trying to figure out this creature.

“Aislyn!” came a voice from behind her. She looked over her shoulder as Troy came racing into the yard. His elbows were extended into long blades, and he looked ready for a fight. “I heard you scream, then . . .”

The Gallade trailed off as he spotted Thyme.

“I’m okay,” Aislyn tried to reassure him. “I was just . . . Surprised, that’s all.”

“You must be Sir Troy,” Thyme’s eyes grew wide.

Gallade retracted his elbows and bowed, “I most certainly am, Celebi. How may I assist you?”

“So if you’re Troy,” The Celebi looked from him to Aislyn. “Then you must be the girl . . . Then that means . . . I am not too late!”

“Too late for what?” Aislyn frowned.

“I was searching for you two,” Thyme grew excited. “I had an important message!”

Troy and Aislyn exchanged glances.

“And . . .” Aislyn prompted, wondering why this Celebi was making such a scene.

“You are both in grave danger!” Thyme’s excitement withered away. “You must leave immediately.”

The two didn’t reply right away, taking time to take in the news.

“Danger?” Ailsyn finally spoke. “Are you kidding? What kind of danger?”

“The Dark One has sent his hunters out to find you,” Thyme explained grimly. “They know that you’re here. Unless you leave now, they might overcome you.”

“But . . .,” she trailed off, feeling overwhelmed. She was going to be chased from her own home? “What about my family?”

“They’ll be fine,” Thyme added hastily, “if you leave now. They’re only looking for you, Daughter of the Moon.”

Aislyn just gaped. She couldn’t believe that she was endangering her family by just being here. This had to be some joke. It just had to be! She didn’t want to be exiled from her own family. She looked to Troy for some support, but the Gallade looked as stunned as she did.

“There is something else,” Thyme went on, speaking slowly. “The Colossal One wishes to speak with you. I was sent to bring you to him.”

“The King of the Frozen Throne?” Troy blinked, bewildered. “Now?”

“Right now,” The Celebi nodded. “And I might remind you that time is short. You might want to bring something warm. It’s rather cold where we’re going.”

“Aislyn, come with me,” Troy commanded, leaving the Celebi in the yard.

“Troy, what is going on?” Aislyn followed, trying to keep up with the Gallade’s quick pace.

“Thyme is going to take us to the Snowpoint Temple,” Troy replied quickly, leading her into the house. “Celebi are time travelers. They can move across time and space at will, and Thyme will take us to see someone important.”

“Snowpoint? What? Where is that? And who are we going to see?” Aislyn stopped as they entered the kitchen.

“There’s no time for questions,” Troy grabbed his traveling cloak and spun it on. “Go grab a jacket, and hurry!”

Aislyn frowned but nodded. She raced up the stairs into her bedroom and dug around in her drawers. It was only spring, and she hadn’t needed to wear it for a long time. It was difficult, but she finally found a good one and raced back down the stairs. Troy was waiting at the foot of the steps for her, his stone-like face revealing no emotion.

“What the big hurry?” Aislyn pulled her jacket on as she galloped down the stairs. “If Thyme can travel through time, then can’t he just take us farther back in time?”

“Celebi indeed can travel through time,” Troy began to explain as they raced back through the house. “But only to When and Where they had been before. I believe this is the first time he’s been to your house. If we are to come back, it can only be now. And if enemies are close at hand, we need all the time we can get.”

“What?” Aislyn furrowed her brows. None of what Troy said made sense, and it made her head hurt just thinking about it.

“Just hurry,” Troy sighed. They made it back out to the yard, where Thyme was waiting anxiously.

“Ready?” he asked.

“As ready as we’ll ever be,” Troy replied, hugging his cloak around him.

“Here we go then,” Thyme smiled, then began to glow. Aislyn watched as her surroundings grew blurry and all the colors blending into one. She felt as if she was being lifted from the ground and separated from her body. Suddenly feeling nauseas, she squeezed her eyes shut to hide from the dancing lights around her. Everything felt like it was moving too fast, and spinning out of control.

All motion seemed to slam on its brakes abruptly, and Aislyn felt as if she was flung back into her body. She fell onto solid ground once more, and for a moment just laid there with her eyes sealed shut. A sharp coldness was biting at her, and she was glad she had brought a jacket.

“Aislyn,” she heard Troy’s gentle voice, “Are you okay?”

She finally opened her eyes and looked around her new surroundings. There was little light, but she could make out stone-gray pillars that reached up towards millions of ice stalactites. The ground was covered in a thin film of ice that caught the light coming from torches. Its blue flame flickered at the feet of a strange marble statue.

“I’m just a little motion-sick,” the teen finally replied, her stomach making a miserable knot. Troy graciously helped her to her feet, his face full of concern.

“That can happen,” Thyme weakly laughed. “Especially to first-timers. It‘ll get better once you get use to it. Now follow me.”

The Celebi seemed to glow in the dark, providing Troy and Aislyn more light to see where they walked. The ground was slick, and Aislyn slipped more than once. Troy seemed to always be there to catch her fall, which she was grateful for. Thyme led them down several staircases, and it seemed to Aislyn that the air grew colder with each floor. Nothing made a sound in the dark cave, not even running water or wild creatures. Aislyn began to wonder if the place was completely abandoned.

“This is the Snowpoint Temple?” she asked after she couldn’t bare the eerie silence anymore.

“It is,” Troy answered, keeping his eyes ahead. “You are in Sinnoh, now.”

“Sinnoh? But that‘s across the ocean!”

“Please, Sinnoh is the least of places I could take you to,” Thyme winked.

“Remember what I told you,” Troy lectured. “Celebi can travel across time and space.”

Thyme led them into a long tunnel that ended at a giant marble door. It arched high above their heads, and was wider than a house. Primitive-looking carvings were etched into its cold surface, depicting many different types of Pokemon. Aislyn gaped at its appearance, having never seen something so large before. It seemed to be perfectly preserved, without a chip or scratch. She tried to imagine who could have built it and how, but with little luck.

At the foot of the door, there were three figures waiting for them. As they got closer, Aislyn could see that one was a man while the other two were Pokémon. Each one of them wore a traveling cloak similar to the one Troy wore, though more elaborate and new. Aislyn blushed, embarrassed to know that she was still in her pajama’s. How she wished that she had changed before going to do chores. Yet how was she suppose to know that she was going on an adventure today?

“Masters,” Troy suddenly stopped and bowed to the three individuals.

“It is good to see you again, Sir Troy,” the man smirked. Aislyn tried to guess that his age must have been around his late twenties. He was dressed in blue with sturdy black boots and gloves. He had jet-black hair that stuck out from under a hat with a feather stuck in it. The man had a jolly spark in his eye, appearing to be quite happy where he was at. Stepping forward, he heartily shook Troy’s thin hands.

“It has been too long,” said a female voice, which seemed to come from one of the Pokemon. Aislyn guessed it had come from the one that resembled a blue dog, but she couldn’t remember what they were called. She wore a silvery cloak that resembled thin silk, but the cold didn’t seem to bother her at all.

“Far too long,” agreed a deep, melancholy voice. It had to be the last Pokémon, the yellow and brown one with a long mustache. He appeared to be a very old Pokemon, having touches of white throughout his fur. He wore a heavy purple cloak that seem to flap as if stirred by the wind. Yet not a single breeze could be felt in the dark temple.

“Well,” Thyme cleared his throat. “While you are reacquainting yourselves, I will see if Colossus will see you now. I’ll be back in a flash!” With that, the fairy-like Pokemon effortlessly opened the giant door and disappeared within.

“I am assuming that this is the one?” the older Pokémon inquired, looking at Aislyn with his ever sad-looking eyes.

“Yes, Master Zhang,” Troy solemnly nodded. “This is Aislyn Bright, Cresselia’s chosen. Aislyn, these are among the leaders of the Knights of the Aura: Sir Tristan of Almia, Lady Silver the Lucario, and Sir Zhang the Alakazam.”

The Knights bowed to her, and Aislyn blushed again. Clumsily, she curtsied back to them, but said nothing.

“Aislyn Bright,” Sir Zhang looked at her thoughtfully. “I always wondered if I would have the chance to speak with you.”

Aislyn didn’t understand what the old Pokémon was saying, but she nodded respectfully.

“Amazing,” Lady Silver stared. “She has the most stunning aura that I’ve ever seen. It’s as white as snow, and glows with such brilliance!”

“Perhaps there is hope for us after all,” Sir Tristan held his chin between his thumb and index finger.

Aislyn felt awkward under the weight of their stares. She was still at a lost for words, looking to Troy for support. Thankfully, the Gallade spoke up to change the subject.

“May I ask what brings you here, Masters?”

“Colossus summoned us here,” the Alakazam answered him. “And we also was seeking his council. These are dark times, Sir Troy.”

“Indeed,” the Lucario continued for her companion. “The enemy has been overly confident, and has started to invade Almia.”

“What?” Troy was caught off guard. “They’re attacking?”

“Yes,” Sir Tristan sighed, a shadow passing over his once jolly face. “They came from the sea in strange machinery, both Men and Pokémon. First they invaded small towns, cornering the citizens and holding them captive. Anyone who tried to resist, Rangers and Trainers alike, were defeated and sent to prison holds. Now they are setting sights on the larger cities. Stealing more Pokemon to serve their dark purposes, they are easily taking more land.”

“They are looking for our stronghold,” Lady Silver crossed her arms, “as well as expelling the Rangers. I believe he knows that we remain a threat to his schemes, and wished to remove us.”

“What a mistake that will be,” Sir Tristan winked, the mischievous glint returning to his eye.

“We are trying to hold him back as best as we can,” Sir Zhang continued. “But our only hope will be Cresselia’s freedom. And the young girl you see by your side.”

Aislyn gulped as all eyes returned to her. “With all do respect, sir,” she stuttered. “I don’t think I’m as great as you all seem to think I am. I’m just a girl! I can’t do anything more than run a farm. How can you expect me to do all these great things?”

“You’d be surprised at what you can do,” Sir Zhang’s face suddenly lifted up into a kind smile. “The strongest power in this world is the strength of the heart, young one. And I sense much strength within yours. I believe that when the time comes, you will know exactly what to do.”

“But-,” she was about to argue, but she was interrupted by the appearance Thyme and another Celebi, once that was pink instead of green.

“Colossus will see you now,” Thyme bowed, holding the door open for them.

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Chapter Six: The Frozen Throne




Aislyn followed closely behind the Knights, looking uncertainly over her shoulder. Thyme gave her an encouraging wave, then closed the door behind him. The sound echoed off the walls of the room desolately, making her feel small. The cavern they were in was massive; its ceiling disappeared into darkness over head while miles of rock and ice stretched between the walls. Giant Stalagmites framed a path towards a lake of ice in the cavern’s center, where a rock the size of Aislyn’s farmhouse rose from the ground. The pink Celebi was leading them towards it, illuminating the way.

As she got closer to the mighty rock, she saw that it was actually a stone statue. What it was suppose to resemble, she didn’t know. Its head melded into its body, leaving no neck. Its shoulders were covered in thick green moss, as were its feet. It seemed to be taking a position of sitting on a chair of pure ice, but it was hard to tell in the dark.

“Troy,” Aislyn whispered to the Gallade.

“Yes?”

“Who, or what, is Colossus?”

“Colossus is a Legendary Pokémon known as Regigigas. He is known as the King of the Giants, or the King of the Frozen Throne. According to legends, he towed the continents across the world using ropes. Many eons ago he sealed himself in this temple to go into a deep slumber. It is incredible to think that he has come out of it now to speak to us! It is truly a great honor.”

Finally, the pink Celebi stopped at the foot of the giant statue. “Sire, here are the ones that you have called for. Awaken and speak with them.”

At first, the cavern was silent. The Celebi’s words echoed emptily against the walls and faded into the darkness. Aislyn looked around, expecting someone to emerge from the shadows, but jumped when the holes in the statue’s head lit up. There came a peculiar sound, like metal crashing together as the lights danced in a peculiar pattern, then what looked like eyes on its sides began to glow. The statue began to move, making groans and grinding noises as it scattered years worth of dust and stone it had collected. Aislyn gasps as she realized that the statue was actually a Pokémon.

“At long last,” boomed a deep and rasping voice that shook her very bones. “The time has come. No more will the sleeping rest, for the world has been unbalanced. It is the time for action, for prevention. And I, Colossus, will help right the wrong committed so long ago.”

The Regigigas leaned forward in his icy throne, peering down at the tiny figures gathered at his feet. Now uncovered with dust, Aislyn could she his white hide stripped with black zigzags. He had a crown of gold, and rings about his wrists the same color. The six pairs of eyes on his chest flashed at them in red, blue and silver.

The Knights bowed respectfully to the legendary Pokémon, and Aislyn awkwardly bowed also. Colossus made the mechanical sound again, the holes on his crown dancing with yellow lights again.

“The Knights of the Aura, as well as the Daughter of the Moon,” Colossus continued. “Something dark has been stirred, and we must entrust you with a sacred duty. But first, I must tell you of a tale of old; a close-kept secret of all the Legendary Pokémon. It begins in the very beginning, back when both Pokémon and humans were young and innocent. A meeting was called by the great Original One for all of the most powerful Pokémon to gather together. He had looked upon this world, and saw much good in it, and sought to preserve its light. Within this gathering, he proposed to all of the Legendary Pokémon take an Oath. ‘We have been entrusted with the most powerful gifts, my brethren, and we must take care that we do not abuse these gifts. We must take an Oath,’ said he, ‘to preserve this world. We must only use our powers for the good of all life. We must nurture the land and keep its balance. Never shall we use our gifts for selfish deeds or personal gain.’”

“Many of the Legendaries agreed with Arceus, and instantly took on the Oath. There were, however, individuals who did not. Oceanus and Terra, Kyogre and Groudon, were too infused in their bitter rivalry to think logically. After they created chaos in the early days, they were finally punished for their behavior and sentenced to a deep slumber. There were two others who also denied the Oath. Giratina, the one called Hades, rebelled against the court and committed the most violent crimes. Because of his foolishness, he was banished to the Distortion World, but was entrusted with an enormous task. Because of it, he began to see the light, and eventually he agreed to take on the Oath as well.

“There was, however, one other who did not take on the Oath. He had been corrupted by his own power and forgot his duty to the world. He became proud and cocky, and openly mocked the decision of the Legends. With hatred growing in his heart, he fooled many Pokémon as well as humans and led them to believe that the new world was imperfect. So many lies he had told his followers that he himself began to believe them. Darkrai was banished by the court, but he managed to escape punishment. Since then, he had been seething and scheming. One among us took pity on him, and promised to help him see the light once more. Arceus admired her courage, and gave her the powers of light. Ever after, Cresselia fought against Darkrai only to save him, but her pity has failed her.

“Darkrai found a way to contain her, and now that her powers are suppressed, the world as we now it is in danger. Darkrai’s powers are growing with each phase of the moon, and soon he will begin the Eclipse and the paralysis of the world.”

Colossus let those last worlds hang in the air, and Aislyn and the Knights felt them weigh on their hearts. At last they understood the gravity of the situation, and dread sunk their spirits. It felt as if the darkness around them was closing in.

“What can be done?” Lady Silver finally broke the spell, a fierce determination sparking in her eyes.

“We will do all that is in our power,” swore Sir Tristan, stepping forward.

“Our only hope,” Colossus continued, “is to free Cresselia and stop Darkrai once and for all.” Aislyn gulped, having heard the similar statement before and knowing that those parts would be up to her.

“And how will we accomplish this?” Troy asked, voicing Aislyn’s thoughts.

“Just as there are dark artifacts that contain her, there are artifacts of light that can free her,” Colossus leaned forward more, his joints grinding audibly. “These artifacts are much more powerful than those in Darkrai’s possession. They are called the Trio Minerals, held secret by certain members of the Council of Legends. There are four of these, but each gem are separated into three pieces. They have been given to the mighty Birds of Kanto, the swift Cats of Johto, the Ore Golums of Hoenn, and the mystic Psychics of Sinnoh. Only when they are all reunited can their power be unlocked can Cresselia be freed.

“However, there is a word of caution. These artifacts contain so much power that any ordinary man or Pokémon would be overcome by them. Indeed, their souls would become broken and eventually lose their mind. Only one infused with raw power of light can bear these minerals. Only the Daughter of the Moon can retrieve them.”

The Knights turned to Aislyn, and she blushed. “I-I h-have to find them?” she stammered.

“Yes, Aislyn,” Colossus answered softly. “Only you can do this quest, but you do not need to face it alone.”

“You have us,” Sir Zhang quietly added.

“Indeed,” Sir Tristan turned to her. “We will aide you on this quest.”

“Hmm,” Colossus said thoughtfully. “I suppose that a Knight of the Aura could have the strength to hold a mineral for a few seconds. But be warned, it would sap away your life-force like a battery. But what must be done, must be done.”

The Regigigas slowly and painfully rose to his feet, and groaned. “I have been resting for much too long. My strength and power have gone unused for centuries. It may be a long time before it returns to me. I have little choice; I must act. I will help the Knights to the best of my ability. If you need by assistance, I will come. But victory will only come by freeing the warrior of the Moon. Aislyn, you must set out at once. Find the artifacts and take them to New Moon Island. You will encounter danger, but you will find help when you least expect it. As for the Knights, keep the Dark One‘s forces at bay. For now we will part, but look for my friends, the Celebi, if you ever require my help.”

The party bowed to the giant, and in turn, the King of the Frozen Throne bowed to them. Colossus carefully stepped past them, and headed towards the back of the cave, leaving them with the pink Celebi.

“If you’ll follow me,” she said cheerfully, and led them back towards the giant door.
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Wow. I'm loving this! It's perfectly paced in my opinion and its already grabbed my attention. I like your characters and how you've got Pokemon talking to humans. You've definitley got yourself a reader ^^ I look forward to your next chapter.
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You took the words right out of my mouth Young Blaziken! The characters and plot are fantastic, and it's well paced. I also like the idea of pokemon being able to talk. You've definitely got yourselves a couple of readers Charmander!
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Yay! Thank you so much guys! I was beginning to wonder if anyone was reading this, but I'm so glad you enjoyed it!

Pokemon deserve a voice, wouldn't you say? Especially Knights!

Next chapter will be coming soon! ^^
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Yeah, pokemon definetely deserve a voice! Especially Knights! And especially with my character, since she and her entire race can use the power of Aura, or their version of it. XDDD But that's another thing altogether, so I won't go into details. I'm working on a Pokemon fanfic with her, so expect something from me in the fairly near future!! ^^
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Oooo sounds interesting. I'll be taking a look at it! May the Aura be with you . . . X D
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ROFL, I'll HAVE to use that with my friends.... May the Aura be with you.... I LOVE it!!! XDDD And YAY, I have a possible reader/fan!!! I hope you'll enjoy it!! x3
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