: The Creators
“So, why are we here again?” Groudon asked, squeezing his hand together to form a gigantic fist. The evil Pokémon couldn’t help but look around at the area with distaste, his feet unable to even cause the small earthquakes that had been known to happen whenever he walked.
“Because,” Kygore told his brother calmly, “each of our three headquarters was not created with this in mind, so none of them are capable of holding each and every one of us.”
“Correct,” came an oddly shrill voice that sounded as if the voice’s owner was trying to practice to become a ventriloquist for the voice off of a Sci-Fi show, “this is the one place that can comfortably house all of us without causing problems to the world in which we all make our home.”
There was a snicker the one shimmering doorway to the area, and all heads turned as the two powerful psychic cats made their entrance. Even though it was but a whisper, all of the legend’s great ears could pick up Mew saying “Arcy’s mysterious voice is getting worse and worse” to Jirachi as he moved to sit down next to the Wish Master. The steel and psychic legend let out a childish titter of excitement, which ended up into a full on laugh by the two small Pokémon.
Their laughter traveled only as far as the other’s assembled before quickly dying off, forever squished in the oblivion that filled up the space where they were now. Though there was not a word for the place in any dictionary, the closest that could fit would have been purgatory. It was a land where everything and nothing existed at the same time, where there was absolutely no color but also a blinding radiance that seemed to all but blind the assembled legends. None of them quite knew where they were exactly, only that they could reach it with the combined power of five of them and it could comfortably fit all of them with much room to spare.
It was a place that no one had from their world had been to for thousands of years, mostly because it was never needed. While the three groups hadn’t fought each other for a very, very long time, they still were not all on good terms for obvious reasons. There were, of course, age-old friendships that defied these organizations, but even these friends didn’t meet too often.
“Well,” Heatran said in his gruff voice, “it seems that we are all here, so we can start our meeting. We’re here because we have all felt and heard of the disturbances. None of us can be totally sure what it is, but it is clear that it is something bad that has been sent off to other realities. Though it is not our own world that is in trouble, we know that it has started here. And because of this we are held responsible.”
“Why is this our problem?” Rayquaza asked, his head with the rest of the crew while his long body trailed off into the nothingness. When one of the Sovereigns, Lugia, went to talk, Ray interrupted him and spoke again “I realize that you should feel bad because this problem is originating from our world, but why is it important that we of The Force need to help out? Sounds more like something the rest of you should worry about.”
“Because,” Kygore said to his fellow Force member, “there is more to it. It is obvious that there is a reason for this attack on the other realities; we just have no idea what it is yet. So until we know exactly what it is, and until we can find the ones in this world who are doing it, we need to send scouts to the realities for the simple reason that it would make it easier to find clues to what is going on.”
Latias coughed politely but loudly, making sure to get the attention of her peers before speaking, “it’s not just that, though, it’s much more. None of us has much experience in other realities, so we do not know what will happen now that doors to these realities have been opened. For all we know the whole world could fall apart if we abuse this power.”
“Actually, we do know a bit about that,” Palkia mumbled.
Dialga’s guilty voice continued his friend’s own statement, “we at The Council have long ago discovered the other realities. We know how to, and we have tried it before, sending in an agent to test it out. We have not sent any others because we were afraid of the rift’s stability. Of course, we now all sense that at least for the moment it will not happen, but still…”
“But still there is so much possibilities here!” Giratina said, “we could take this opportunity to not only check out the problem but explore these other realities! I know I’m not the only one here who is curious …”
The others mumbled, some of them quietly admitting to themselves of sharing the same curiosity while others were too lost in worry.
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Three days later, the meeting was still going on. The three groups had taken time off to go back to the world and make their own observations, using whatever they could to try to find more information about the problem at hand. They were also using the time to hold their own meetings; it was a general hope that at the very least one of them could come up with a viable option.
Meanwhile, four figures had stayed in the purgatory-like land, their minds fully focused on solutions. “What can we do?” Mewtwo asked, staring at Darkrai.
The dark Pokémon hadn’t been there during the first few meetings, and had only just arrived. Still, he seemed to know even more than everyone else about the matter for reasons that he never went into and the other longer Pokémon hadn’t bothered to ask. “We as legends cannot enter the rift,” he said in his distant voice, “though I’m not sure why. More than likely it has something to do with our power.
Hours passed since Darkrai’s comment, with none of them saying anything. Each was meditating, focusing totally inwards, though Mew couldn’t help but squirm around ever hour or so. Still, it only seemed like a few minutes had passed when the other three groups arrived, exactly on the scheduled time. The heated talks that followed were intense, with the three groups fighting over what the response should be. The Force wanted to find a way to use their combined power to blow the rift and forever block them off, The Sovereigns wanted to try to try to talk it out with the other realities, and The Council simply tried to find some middle ground.
“So, why can’t we just send in some humans or Pokémon that we trust?” Kygore asked, bringing back his spy idea in desperation for a viable idea.
Dialga shook his head, “our information regarding the rifts says that it might cause trouble to send in anyone from our world into the rift. Though it is not very possible, there is still a chance that doing so will cause some kind of problem and cease our existence.”
“Then we can do nothing!” Groudon shouted, stamping his foot into the nothingness below him, the only sound coming from the movement being his nails hitting each other as he curled and flexed the foot. The large red beast growled again, angered at his inability to make any intimidating moves.
Darkrai shook his head, a movement that turned every head his way. The dark Pokémon hadn’t made a single move since his comment to the other three loner legends, and this simple movement was almost as if a giant light had just appeared over his head. His eyes opened slowly as he said “there is a way, though it will require the use of Jirachi’s power together with each of you.”
“Oh!” Jirachi explained, smirking suddenly, “I think I know what you mean! You want to make use of that power, don’t you?” When her friend nodded at her, her grin increased, a loud titter falling from her lips.
Of the assembled crew, only Mew and Mewtwo understood the exchange. Because of their allegiances, none of the others had been able to witness the before mentioned power in action. “I see,” Mewtwo said calmly, “if we do that here then they would not be of our world, and because of the strange power and non-existence of this place then it won’t cause any stability problems, as it is quite likely that this place is at the same time not a part of any reality and a part of each of them.”
“Man, this place is so confusing, I hate it,” Mew mumbled to herself, “it’s here, it’s not here, it’s here, it’s not here. I really wish someone would make up their mind and find a way to describe this place!”
“What is this you are talking about?” Ho-oh asked, sounding a little impatient. It was clear that everyone else wasn’t happy that there was something that was apparently this important they did not understand; the more powerful someone was the more it angered them when there was something they could not do or did not know.
“A spell,” Darkrai explained patiently, “though a more accurate term would probably be a ‘powerful wish.’ Using the collected powers of others Jirachi is able to create actual sentient beings when the circumstances are right, suited to the problems at hand, whether they are known or unknown. These beings usually end up very helpful and important solving any problems at hand, though even he does not know the true extent of the power. We do not like using it to solve problems simply because of the immense drain on our little friend, he will be unable to fully use his power for quite a long time afterwards.”
“And,” Mewtwo continued, “because they will be created here we will not have any problems with the rifts. It is definitely the best answer to our problem.”
Mew grinned, “the last time we did this it was just me, Darky and Jiri working together. We managed to create a very powerful Pikachu, and I’m sure you’ve all either heard of Ash’s exploits or actual been there to see them?” There was a murmur within the group, as well as an aura of happiness as a viable solution finally came up …
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Hours later the matter was settled and agreed upon by every legend in the group, and after one hour for explanations, one for magical barriers that would keep anyone from taking advantage of Jirachi in his soon to be weakened state, and two others for preparations they were finally ready.
There would be three figures, each of them created from the power of one of the groups of Pokémon. All of the figures would be humans, which was apparently the most common creature in the other realities thanks to the information of the agent sent by The Council. The same agent would join the crew; it was decided that there was not any extra risk because he had already been sent out, and his experience in the matter would help out.
Because Jirachi could not touch each and every Pokémon that would be lending their power they needed something to help siphon it to him. To facilitate this, a power more ancient than evil the legends was used in the form of giant glyphs, one for each of the three separate legendary groups. Leading out of these glyphs stood one of the three remaining loner Pokémon, Darkrai, Mewtwo, and Mew to serve as a funnel so that Jirachi had the power needed to work his wish but was not overwhelmed and possibly overloaded.
“Are we ready?” Darkrai asked as he took his place in between Jirachi and The Council, placing a hand on one of the three blue paper-like appendages coming from the other’s head.
Heatran walked to the front of The Council’s glyph, staring at Darkrai, “one question. What will these humans be like?”
“The personality will be determined by many things,” the dark type said, “though the biggest will be made by The Force, The Sovereigns, and your own group. A little will be derived from Mewtwo, Mew and I, and the rest will come from Jirachi. Of course, they are only going to be based on all of you, so the actual personality will really be hard to explain.”
“Something you’ll just have to wait and see,” Mew said, her small hand already placed on one of the other blue appendages, standing between Jirachi and The Sovereign’s glyph. “I must say I’m really curious to see what they’re like!”
“Right,” Mewtwo mumbled as he opened one eye, “there is no need to wait. Let’s get this finished.” Right after finishing his statements the great cat’s eyes closed once again in concentration, his body in a classic meditative stance as one of his three-fingered hands clinched the last of Jirachi’s blue head ornaments, the other hand held out to The Force’s glyph of power.
“Always in a hurry,” Mew mumbled before turning to the yellow legend who stood at the center of it all. “Are you ready, Jirachi? Everything in order?”
The usually childish and jovial creature simply nodded, waving a hand in the air as a signal to the three groups to begin to send their power into the glyphs.
The land was suddenly silent for a few seconds as everyone concentrated totally inward, each of the three groups putting all of their immediate power into the ritual. The glyphs suddenly glowed, with The Force’s glowing a fierce orange-red color, The Sovereign’s a calming blue, and The Council’s a regal purple. The power coming from the glyphs was enough to send shockwaves throughout the bland landscape, power that would have been enough to cripple a world. They thrummed and buzzed at the edges, a testament to the energy being loosed within.
Acting as the siphoning device for this pure, unfiltered power, the trio of Mew, Mewtwo, and Darkrai were each loosing a scream, the action helping them to cope with the power filling their body. While the glyph’s held the power and only released it at intervals, the power was still enough to cause an enormous amount of pain for them. This was the reason for their job; if Jirachi fell victim to this kind of searing pain the ritual of the wish would never be completed.
As their screams grew all three’s eyes opened at once, their pupils filled with the same colors that were coming from the glyphs they were attached. Still they held back, making sure that only a trickle of power at a time fell into Jirachi, giving him the time to meld it and stick it where it needed to be, forming his wish.
Finally, after what felt like a century but was in actuality only a handful of minutes the glyphs died, their job finished. Another minute after that the siphoning was finished as well, and the three fainted from exhaustion. With all the steps completed Jirachi lifted both of her small hands into the air, her eyes glowing with a mixture of all three colors. The Wish Master’s mouth opened, a wish without words or sounds.
And suddenly there was silence, everything disappearing but for every legendary Pokémon except for Mewtwo, Mew and Darkrai, who were now off in their secret homes recovering their strength. The crew all sat in silence, patiently waiting for something to happen, not knowing what to look at.
After a long pause Groudon stepped forward, unable to take it anymore. “Where are they!? I thought something was sup-“
As if in response three shapes appeared seemingly from nowhere. As they came closer and closer to the space where the legends were it became obvious that these were stars, each of them slamming hard next to Jirachi. Pieces of the stars flew into the air, obscuring the spots from view with an intensity that could match the sun. As the strangely powerful light died down three figures became apparent.
One of the figures stumbled and fell, landing hard on the nothingness that served as the ground, letting out a small ‘oof’ of pain. The other two swayed but still managed to stay on their feet, each step small. “The hell?” one asked, wiping his eyes and staring up into the face of Groudon. “What’s your problem, Big Red?”
“What did you call me?!” Groudon bellowed, making a move to smash the figure with a wave of his hand. A moment before this could happen a spout of water pushed him aside, and before a fight could start Kygore finished the job by trapping his sibling in a ball of water. “Let me out, Kygore!” the red Pokémon shouted, smacking his hand on the bubble.
The fallen figure yawned as he got to his feet, “so noisy! Can’t a guy wake up without hearing people yell?” He took a few small steps away from the remnants of the star’s lights, only one of his startling golden eyes opened. He took in the other figure, and suddenly his open eye turned into a glare, “and who are you?”
“What’s it to you?” the first figure asked, raking a hand calmly through his spiky black hair as he glared back at the golden eyed figure.
The third figure stepped calmly, already getting used to taking steps after being created from a wish. “What’s the problem?” the figure asked in a smooth and light voice. The other two figures stopped their glaring to stare at this new voice, their eyes quickly turning from glares to saucer eyed looks of surprise. “What is it?” the figure asked as her orange eyes took in the other two. “Wait, cover yourselves up! Why are you naked?”
“Um,” the spiky-haired boy said, pointing at the third figure even as he moved to cover himself up.
A scream pierced the land as the third figure looked down at a naked and totally female body. “Why am I naked?! Whoever did this to me is going to pay …”
“Knew I forgot something,” Jirachi mumbled, and with a twist of her hand the three figures were suddenly clothed. “Now then,” the Wish Master said as she watched the three tug and pull on their clothes, each with a look of approval, “how much do you know?”
“Enough,” said the first figure, now clothed in sunglasses, torn jeans, and a t-shirt that was just a little too small. “We know that we’re here and we’re alive.”
The second, clad in khaki shorts and a light blue sleeveless shirt with a black vest over it gaped slightly. “How is that enough?” he asked, “we have no idea what the heck is going on!”
The third balled up her first and hit the other two over the head, her knee-length skirt rustling slightly in the action. “Shut up and they’ll tell us what is going on.”
“Yes ma’am,” the other two grumbled at the same time, settling down onto the ground.
“Ah, wow, this is too obvious,” Jirachi mumbled as she smirked to herself, “it seems that even these two that have come from The Force and The Sovereign cannot get along without The Council’s own offspring helping.” To the three figures she said, “you are the children of the legends, and you have a mission.”
~ End of The Mew Chronicles and beginning of The Children of the Legends