Writing Legendary Tales {Part VI posted}

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Introduction​
For the old fans: Some of you may remember this story from a couple years ago, when I was new to the 'beach. Of course, being new to the site and writing, the story wasn't very detailed, and wasn't planned out very well.

Seeing as many enjoyed the story, I decided to bring it back. This time, however, the story and chapters are planned in advance.

The plotline has been tweaked slightly, but some elements are retained, such as the entire events of the first chapter, and the very base of the main plot from the old story.

If you want to know why I changed something, or you're unhappy about something I changed, PM me and I'll explain best I can. (No "how come *legendary* doesn't get a chapter? @#%^!!" please.)

For new readers: First, a quick summary:
The Legendary Council, led by Arceus, has existed for seven years now, and nothing has gone wrong. Many members believe Arceus is biased, others believe that Arceus is the best leader they could have, and some just don't care. When their god starts to get power-hungry, though, things begin to get out of hand...

This is the old version. We won't talk about it here. (As you can see, it started off pretty good, but then it kind of... well, we won't talk about it here.)
I don't recommend reading it unless you:
1. Want spoilers
2. Want to see the changes made (in which case I recommend waiting until I finish this version.)
3. Enjoy it more for some weird reason. o.0

For everyone:
That's all I can think of.

So without further ado, I present to you...

Legendary Tales
by 42 chocolate​



Lake Aru​

“QUIET!” Arceus yelled, his voice booming throughout the large, hollow, metal room. The pokémon sitting around the wooden table placed in the middle of the room fell immediately silent as the echoes carried to the top of the vast ceiling. Mewtwo, the group’s official psychic, was standing by Arceus, poised to speak.

“Master, I… I sense a presence.” Mewtwo chose his words slowly and carefully in order to avoid angering his god. “There’s… something…or someone… on the other side of the door.”

Arceus raised an eyebrow.

“Regirock!” he called quietly. Immediately, the pokémon comprised completely of rocks stood up and deliberately made its way towards the deity at the head of the table.

“Yes, master?” Regirock said coolly.

“Go and check the door.” Arceus proceeded to close his eyes, shake his head and sigh as Regirock made its way, slowly, to the almost soundproof metal door on the other side of the room.

***

Waiting on the other side of the door were two pokémon, very unusual in their appearance: a flustered Celebi and an exasperated Jirachi. Both were soaked, and they were squabbling hurriedly.

“This,” Jirachi muttered through clenched teeth, “is all your fault. If you hadn’t pushed me into that lake, we wouldn’t be late.”

“Oh, really?” Celebi retorted, pointing a shaky finger at his partner. “I seem to recall that you jumped into the lake.”

“That’s not at all what I saw,” a voice behind them commented. Both jumped in surprise, momentarily distracted from their argument, and turned around to see where the voice had come from. An extraordinarily large, green, and snake-like dragon pokémon was curled up behind them. It smirked as they jumped.

“I’ve gotcha once again, I see,” it taunted.

“Rayquaza!” Jirachi shouted at once, his eyes narrowing in hatred. Rayquaza was the archenemy of Jirachi and Celebi. He was always getting them into trouble with Arceus, which they had to pay severely for while Rayquaza was awarded yet another medal for reporting them, even though the incident either did not exist or was originally his own fault.

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out!” Rayquaza joked, chuckling. Celebi and Jirachi began to shout at him in frustration. Rayquaza attempted to quiet the duo by putting a finger to his lips, but to no avail. His expression suddenly became serious, and he perked up a bit. He had just heard faint footsteps on the other side of the door.

***

The muffled shouting stopped the moment Regirock swung the door open. Pokémon further away from the door craned their necks in an attempt to see who was there, but the enormous lump of rocks took up almost the entire space.

Regirock bowed his head in order to see the late arrivals more clearly. Staring up at him were Jirachi, Celebi, and Rayquaza, who was curled up on the floor. Rayquaza gave a small wave and smiled coolly as Regirock lifted his head back up and turned around to face Arceus.

“Well?” Arceus said impatiently, tapping his front hoof on the table. “Who is it?”

The dots on Regirock’s face lit up as he talked.

“It is Jirachi, Celebi, and Rayquaza… master.” Regirock spoke very slowly.

“Well, then. Regirock, please do sit down.” Regirock did as instructed, more quickly than usual, as Arceus continued. “Why… are you late?”

“Well, we-”

Celebi was quickly interrupted by Rayquaza.

“You see, master, these two were playing near Lake Aru, and you know what
they say about that lake!” Rayquaza exclaimed, feigning incredulity as he went on. “They were rolling around and laughing, right on the edge, as if they had no idea of the danger!”

“That wasn’t where we were!” Jirachi interjected. “We were-”

Once again, Rayquaza interrupted.

“Of course, the inevitable occurred… they fell into the lake. Having slept in due to my medical condition…”

“What medical condition?!” Celebi yelled, appalled that Arceus seemed to be believing Rayquaza, who simply ignored the interruption and kept telling ‘his
version’ of the story.

“…as soon as I got up, I saw two drowning pokémon thrashing around in the lake and calling for help! In fact, I believe I saw the yellow one’s tail almost get bitten off! As quickly as I could, I flew out of my house and grabbed these two out of the water. I brought them here, and we waited outside the door.”

“He’s lying!” Jirachi yelled, annoyed, “I don’t even have a tail!” Before he could continue, he was silenced by a deathly glare from Arceus.

“There is no need for more,” Arceus said, “Celebi and Jirachi, there are fresh towels in the supply cabinet. Please grab one for each of you and report back here. As for you, Rayquaza…” Arceus pulled a tiny medal out of a box lying on a small nightstand behind him, “you deserve another rescue medal. Who’s with me?”

The room was silent.

“I said, who’s with me?!” Arceus bellowed, louder and angrily. Forced applause, mixed with grumbling, filled the room as he handed the pin to Rayquaza, who then took a seat. “Anyways,” Arceus continued, “when Celebi and Jirachi get back, we will begin to share our reports on the topic discussed last month.”

Rayquaza looked around the room to see that everyone, except for him, had a stack of papers in front of them. After making sure Arceus was not watching, he frantically grabbed Groudon’s papers. Groudon looked at him in disbelief for a few seconds, and then turned back to the table with a sigh. Rayquaza was constantly stealing reports of others to share with the council, as he never prepared anything himself. Since Groudon sat next to him at the meetings, he was the victim of the theft quite often.

At this point, Jirachi and Celebi, wrapped in towels but still dripping, appeared in the doorway.

“Ah, you two,” Arceus said, “close the door, take your seats, and prepare your reports.” Celebi and Jirachi did as they were directed and took their reports out of the room’s file drawer while Arceus continued speaking. “Year eighty-seven, month three, day twenty—the sixty-third meeting of the Legendary Council is now in session. If you recall, last meeting we discussed that Rotom had applied to our council, and whether Rotom should be classified as a legendary Pokémon and allowed in or not. Each of you were asked to prepare a lengthy report on the subject. We will present those today. Rayquaza, if you would?”

Rayquaza began hovering above his seat with Groudon’s report in his surprisingly small hands.

“I believe that Rotom should be a legendary,” he began in a monotone, “as it is the feature of many legends and fables. In addition to this…” He was squinting at the words and seemed to be having a hard time reading the papers, making it painfully obvious that he was reading them for the first time. Of course, Arceus was purposefully ignorant regarding this. As Rayquaza droned on, Celebi and Jirachi exchanged some quick words.

“I don’t even remember Rayquaza mentioning this report, let alone writing it!” Celebi whispered.

“Well, of course he didn’t write it!” Jirachi whispered back. “He probably just stole Groudon’s again!”

Celebi sighed under his breath.

“It’s no big surprise,” he said grimly. Both were instantaneously quiet as they noticed Rayquaza nearing the end of Groudon’s report.

“..and that is why Rotom should be a legendary,” Rayquaza concluded, sitting back down.

“Excellent job, Rayquaza,” Arceus noted, “now, how about you, Groudon?”
Groudon flinched as his name was spoken.

“I… don’t have my report,” he said weakly. An expression of shock crossed Arceus’s face.

“You… you what?!” Arceus shouted, his anger evident in his face.

“I don’t have my report,” Groudon said, more confidently. “Rayquaza stole it.” He smiled triumphantly as Rayquaza became panicked.

“I didn’t, I swear!” Rayquaza pleaded. Unfortunately, Arceus bent to his will.

“All right. I believe… Rayquaza,” he said, even though he knew what really happened. “Groudon, you have one day to write a report on this. Or… I would rather not speak of the consequences. Next we have…”

Over the course of the next half-hour, several legendary pokémon stood, reading aloud their reports with confidence. There were no interruptions, and everything appeared to be going smoothly until Arceus reached Celebi and Jirachi.

“It is now Cebeli’s turn,” Arceus announced. Celebi twitched.

“It’s Celebi,” he stuttered.

“Oh, please excuse my mispronunciation,” Arceus said with fake sincerity. “Go on, then, Celibe.” Celebi twitched once more, but went through his report perfectly.

Once he was finished, Celebi sat back down, and Jirachi immediately stood up and began reading his report without acknowledgement from Arceus.

“My view on the subject is that-”

Rayquaza began to cough loudly. Arceus looked over to him, appearing troubled.

“Rayquaza, are you in need of some water?” he asked.

“No, master, I’m fine,” Rayquaza assured. A small smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“All right. Jirachi, go on,” Arceus said.

“Well,” Jirachi began again, eyeing Rayquaza spitefully, “my view is that Rotom should not-”

Rayquaza gave a loud, obviously fake sneeze.

“Never mind,” Jirachi said, sitting back down. Rayquaza’s smile grew greatly as Arceus dismissed the council.

Installments
Lake Aru
Mew
Shaymin
Darkrai
Zapdos
Lugia and Ho-oh
Manaphy
 
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Jirachi and Celebi had just left the room when Mew dropped into pace alongside them, floating along. Mew, one of the oldest and wisest legendary pokémon in Denki City, was both Celebi’s and Jirachi’s best friend, besides each other. Despite his age, Mew still had the playful and innocent heart of a child, which was what made him fit in with the pair.

“What’s up?” Mew asked the two casually, nodding his head to the time of music that existed only in his head.

“Well, I’m still mad at Rayquaza,” Jirachi complained.

“What? Why?” Mew asked curiously, darting about the spaces around and in between the pair quickly and frequently.

“You remember that story he told?” Celebi asked.

“I’m not sure… Rayquaza tells a lot of stories,” Mew answered, tilting his head to the left.

“The one about us playing near Lake Aru,” Jirachi said.

“Oh, yeah… I remember that one, he told it today. What about it?” Mew inquired.

“All of it is completely false,” Celebi said angrily, “he made it up right on the spot to get us into trouble and get himself another medal.”

“Really?” Mew asked, now tilting his head to the right.

“Yep,” Jirachi said, “he does that all the time, and it’s really starting to get on my nerves.”

“Mine too,” Celebi agreed, “I don’t think I like these meetings…”

“You know, I remember the original Legendary Council,” Mew noted.

“Of course you do. So do we, it was only six years ago,” Jirachi commented, confused.

“No, that’s not what I’m talking about,” Mew said with a slight laugh. “Before you two even existed in this world, we had our own Council of Legends. There were just five of us—well, at first, four, actually.”

“That’s… really small compared to the current council,” Celebi observed.

“Of course it is,” Mew said, “this was eighty years ago, before any legendaries other than myself and the three legendary birds had come into being.”

“Three legendary birds?” Jirachi asked confusedly. “I thought there was only one.”

“Ah, yes, I’m getting to that. Patience,” Mew advised before continuing.

“The entire world, under my guidance, had only been around for seven years. Seeing a need for some sort of order, I decided that the world needed someone in charge. Of course, I thought, who better than myself, a highly revered, legendary pokémon, to run it? I could have the famous three birds as my assistants, and we could meet to discuss the state of the world and necessary changes to it every month. It was a perfect idea, and I decided to put it into action. So I--”

“What about Arceus?” Celebi interrupted.

“Pardon?” Mew asked, confused.

“Arceus. Why wasn’t he involved in this?” Celebi clarified.

“Well, you see, Celebi, this was before anyone even knew Arceus existed. I was worshipped as god of the pokémon world at that time.”

“Really?” Jirachi asked in disbelief.

“Really,” Mew answered. “Now, as I was saying, I found the three birds—Articuno, Zapdos, and Moltres, and invited them to join the council.”

“Hang on,” Celebi said confusedly, “you said you were getting to telling us about the three birds, but you just named them and moved on.” Jirachi nodded in agreement, and Mew sighed.

“I was about to describe them, so please, stop interrupting me,” Mew said.

“Fine,” Jirachi and Celebi said simultaneously. Mew thanked the two, and went on with his story.

“Now, Articuno was the bird of ice, and he was a bit shy during the meetings, most likely due to the fact that either of the other birds could easily knock him out at any time. He was the first one out of the three to die.”

“How did he die?” Jirachi asked.

“I’d rather not discuss that right now,” Mew admitted before continuing.

“Anyways, Zapdos was the bird of electricity. He was very calm, but quite intelligent. He always kept a cool mind. He disappeared around the fifty-ninth year.”

Jirachi and Celebi exchanged guilty glances.

“Moltres, as you both know, is still alive today. He is obviously the bird of fire, and used to have a reluctance to agree with anything his companions suggested. This changed when Articuno died.” Mew paused for a second, staring forward in deep thought.

“What was the legendary council like then?” Celebi asked, causing Mew to snap out of his trance.

“It was very... fun,” Mew noted. “You see, there weren’t that many issues back then, so we mainly just talked about… well, everything. Of course, we were serious when we needed to be. Otherwise, though, it was great.”

“How come it didn’t last?” Jirachi asked. Mew winced.

“I knew you would ask that,” he said, “everyone does. The legendary council was destroyed during the infamous battle between Lugia and Ho-oh. The building caught on fire, and four of us managed to escape.”

“So all of you escaped! That’s good,” Celebi commented. Mew shook his head.

“I thought I forgot something…” he acknowledged, “you see, in the ninth year, I was cloned, creating--”

“Mewtwo,” Jirachi finished. Mew nodded, and Celebi’s face lit up.

“So that’s why he’s called that!” he exclaimed. Mew laughed.

“Yes, that’s why he’s called that,” he said. “You see, the team that created Mewtwo was planning to destroy me. Mewtwo broke free, however, distracting them. The three birds took this opportunity and rescued me. Later that year, I found out that Mewtwo had destroyed the team that cloned me and the lab I was cloned in. Seeing as he was a clone of me, I invited him to join the Legendary Council.” Jirachi nodded slowly.

“So, if there were five of you…” Celebi said, “and Mewtwo, you, and Moltres are still alive today…”

“And only four made it out…” Jirachi continued, “then... Artic—oh,” he said softly when he saw Mew, hanging his head and nearly to the point of tears.
“Well, that Legendary Council sounds much better than the one today,” Celebi pointed out in an attempt to cheer Mew up. Before he could continue, he felt a sharp pain in his side. Jirachi had sharply elbowed him. Mew, however, did not notice this, and looked up.

“What makes you say that?” he asked, curious. The other two became immediately focused on what he had just said.

“Rayquaza,” Jirachi said through clenched teeth.

“He’s always faking heroism, stealing reports, and taking everything out on us,” Celebi explained.

“Well, don’t blame him,” Mew said, “he’s had a tough life.”

“How—” Jirachi began to speak, but was interrupted by Mew’s watch beeping.

“Oops, talked too late. Gotta go!” Mew yelled, and with that, zoomed off into the distance.

Mew’s departure gave Celebi and Jirachi time to observe their surroundings.

“How long have we been walking?” Celebi asked.

“Scratch that, where are we?” Jirachi asked in response. The two were surrounded by a meadow of flowers, stretching for what seemed like miles in every direction.

“Some sort of meadow,” Celebi answered. “Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll find some way to get back home. For now, while we’re stuck here, did you know Rayquaza’s had a tough life?”

“Not at all,” Jirachi said. “Do you think he’s…” he trailed off, and Celebi immediately noticed why. A few feet away from them, Shaymin was lying on his back, groaning.
 
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Shaymin was famous for his moping. As unusual a prospect as it was, it was true. He had earned a bad reputation among other legendaries due to his constant complaining. This had gone so far that Arceus had almost considered awarding him a gag medal for being “Most Unsatisfied Legendary.”

So when Jirachi and Celebi came across him in the meadow, lying on his back, groaning, it came as no surprise. Celebi rolled his eyes, and Jirachi came up to him in what would likely be yet another unsuccessful attempt to cheer up the unhappy creature.

“Shaymin!” Celebi called. Shaymin quickly rolled over to stand on his paws, and shook off as much dirt as he could from his fur, trying the best he could to appear composed.

“Still not working, buddy,” Jirachi said sympathetically. “What’s wrong today?”

“Cresselia,” Shaymin said with a sigh. His voice was ridiculously high-pitched, and it almost hurt other pokémon’s ears to listen to him. Celebi winced before asking,

“Again?”

Shaymin nodded.

“I’ve been in love with her for almost twenty-two years now… she came to me in a dream when I was four, and my heart has been longing for her ever since.”

Jirachi sighed, knowing what was coming next.

“And then,” Shaymin continued, “I decided to tell her. I came to her, ten years ago, and told her how I felt. And then… and then…” Shaymin rose his voice when he repeated the statement.

Celebi smiled. The next part of Shaymin’s story was always different, but always enjoyable.

“She rejected me!” Shaymin cried. “And who for?! No other than that lying, no-good, traitorous, son of a—”

“Shaymin!” Jirachi yelled. Shaymin jumped. He had gotten so into insulting the pokémon, he had forgotten his main point.

“Right,” he said, getting back on track, “she rejected me for Darkrai. And do you know why?”

“Why?” Celebi asked, amused by the interaction that had just gone on between Shaymin and his companion.

“Because of his adventurous nature,” Shaymin said, disgusted. “Adventurous nature, my tail.”

“You don’t have a tail,” Jirachi pointed out. Shaymin ignored him.

“If that lousy, good-for-nothing nightmare would just stop saving people, Cresselia could be mine! But no, he has to keep adventuring. He has to keep being heroic. I hate him.”

“Instead of moping, why don’t you do something about it?” Celebi suggested.

Shaymin paused. The idea had never occurred to him.

“I… I guess I never thought of that,” he admitted sheepishly. Jirachi chuckled.

“Well, Shaymin, we feel sorry for you. Best of luck with whatever you’re going to do,” he said, smiling.

“By the way, it was eleven years ago,” Celebi corrected.

“Huh?” Shaymin was clearly confused.

“You admitted your feeling to Cresselia eleven years ago, not ten.”

“How would you know?” Shaymin was still puzzled.

“No offense, Shaymin, but that was about the, er, fifteenth time you’ve told us that story,” Jirachi told him.

“Oh…” Shaymin quickly apologized. “I’ll try not to do it again. Thanks for the advice, though.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Jirachi smiled warmly. “We’re glad to help. And speaking of help, do you know how to get back to Denki City?”

Shaymin laughed.

“It’s actually very easy,” he said. “Just turn around and keep going straight.”

“Thanks!” Celebi smiled. As the two headed towards their home, they heard Shaymin repeating the phrase,

“Never fear, Shaymin is here!”

Over and over again. One could only wonder what he was planning.

***

When Jirachi and Celebi finally returned to Denki City, it was already dark out, and almost past curfew. They found their house and went inside as fast as they could.

Once inside, Jirachi decided to go to sleep, as he had experienced a tiring day, and did not want to think any more than he needed to. He got into his bed and quickly fell asleep.

Celebi, on the other hand, was barely tired at all. He climbed into his bed, but was kept awake for almost an hour, as his mind was full of questions, still trying to unravel what Mew had told him and Jirachi about Rayquaza. What had happened to the great dragon to make him so cruel? Celebi thought of so many answers that he eventually became exhausted from all his thinking and fell asleep.

***

He was thrown into a dark room, and as he hit the back wall, a searing pain went through him. He ignored it, and launched himself at his captor. It was too late. An enormous boulder had been pushed into the entrance and was stuck there. As he struck it, his body became limp and hit the floor. He was there for several hours, lying in the dark. He was slowly dying, and he could barely move. The room was far too small, and there was no light whatsoever.

Just when it seemed like it was too much, a glimmer of light shined in from where the boulder was. He sat up and watched as a dark, nightmarish hand pushed the boulder out the rest of the way. A deep voice filled the room.

“Good morning, savior,” it said, “sleep well?”

Angrily, he launched himself at his rescuer, but by the time he reached where the pokémon veiled in black was, it was gone. He stumbled out into a blinding light and screamed.

Rayquaza woke up from his nightmare sweating. He slithered out of his bed and went to talk to Arceus.
 
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Very fast moving and well done. I really like this. There is just a smidgen of overbaord dialouge, but beyond that, this is very good.
 
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Thanks, aggie!

By "a smidgen of overboard dialogue," I assume you are referring to having a little to much of it, correct?
 
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I think you already know, but this story is amazing and I look forward to great stuff with story as awesome as the first one!
 
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“Are we alone?” a voice echoed across the pitch-black room.

“Yes,” a different, deeper voice responded.

“Are you sure?” the first voice asked.

“Yes!” the second voice, irritated, answered.

“Can you turn on some lights?” the first voice asked.

“Yes.” The room stayed dark.

“…will you turn on some lights?” the first voice clarified. The deeper voice snickered, and light instantaneously filled the room.

Rayquaza shielded his eyes, not wanting to be temporarily blinded.

“So, what brings you here?” Arceus, the deeper voice, asked.

“Another nightmare.” Rayquaza shuddered, and then expanded, “another nightmare about… him.”

“Ah. You mean Dark—”

“Don’t say the name, Arceus!” Rayquaza roared, trembling. “You know,” he said a little more calmly, “who I’m talking about.” Arceus nodded.

“Be quiet, you’ll wake the neighbors. Is it the same nightmare?” Arceus always analyzed Rayquaza’s dreams about the event like this, and Rayquaza
hated it.

“For the most part, yes,” Rayquaza answered. “But one thing was different… he spoke this time.”

“Well, what did he say?”

“I… don’t remember,” Rayquaza said slowly. “He… he called me savior. Arceus, why did he call me that?”

“I do believe you’re smart enough to figure that out yourself.” Arceus shot an expectant glance at the green worm sitting across from him.

“Surely he wasn’t talking about—but he didn’t—”

“That’s exactly what he was talking about,” Arceus said. Shock crossed Rayquaza’s face faster than a Spacial Rend.

“In that case, though… why would he have locked me up in the first place?”

“Rayquaza, no pokémon realized how important you were to end the battle between Kyogre and Groudon,” Arceus explained, “except for me. Most actually saw you as a threat. After he locked you up, I went searching for you for almost the entire amount of time you were locked up—fifteen years.”
Rayquaza’s eyes widened.

“I was locked up for fifteen years?! How—how did I survive?” he stuttered.

“Even I don’t know,” Arceus admitted, “but it was lucky that you did. If you hadn’t been released in time, who knows what would have happened? Those two could have destroyed the world once and for all, and that certainly wouldn’t be a good thing.”

“Why did he release me and not you, though?” Rayquaza asked, confused.

“After I finally admitted defeat in my quest to find you, I went to him, and explained how important you were to the survival of the world. He understood the mistake in what he had done, and quickly left to free you.”

“Well, I thank you for what you did, master.” Rayquaza smiled.

“You’re quite welcome, savior,” Arceus said with a slight laugh. Rayquaza shared the chuckle and exited the room. “Sleep well!” his master cried after him.

The minute Rayquaza left, the room instantly turned pitch-black yet again.

Fool, Arceus thought, how could you be so gullible? Even slowpoke wouldn’t fall for that. Who would actually believe that I was your main rescuer? No, I had no plans of letting you out, but of course, that blasted nightmare had to butt in.

Arceus stomped his hoof against the hard, metal floor. The sound rebounded off the walls.

Fool! he thought. You’re lucky you’re even alive. I don’t know why I don’t just kill you now. It would be so much easier…

He was momentarily distracted by a slight patter sound coming from the floor. Ultimately, he ignored it and went back to his original train of thought.

I’ve fed you with lies for so many years now, and you’re still quite loyal to me. But your naivety gets on my nerves. I could really do so much without you following in my footsteps. You’re holding me down, Rayquaza…

Arceus was again distracted by the tapping sound. Light came back to fill the room, and he looked around. There seemed to be nothing there, until out of the corner of his eye, he saw a tiny purple creature scurry across the floor. In less than a second, it was dead. He kept his hoof pressing down on it victoriously for a matter of seconds, and then finally walked away, satisfied, leaving a disgusting, nearly microscopic purple blob staining the floor.

I shall have no such rodents in this room, Arceus thought.

“Dialga!” he called. In an instant, the pokémon was at his side, bowing its loyal head.

“Yes, master?” Dialga asked.

“Clean this up,” Arceus commanded, motioning with his leg to the horrid purple goo on the otherwise white floor.

“Yes, master.” Dialga quickly obeyed, fetching a sponge and a bucket of water. “Will that be all?” he asked as he began pressing the sponge against the stain.

“Yes,” Arceus answered. Dialga breathed a sigh of relief as Arceus said, “and tell me to turn the lights off when you’re done.”

“Of course, master.” Arceus walked out of the room, leaving Dialga furiously scrubbing away at the freshly killed purple goo.
 
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Was the goo a Grimer or a Muk? Or just a random thing? I like how the storyline is going and how its like we know everybody from a different perspective.
 
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It was a Ratatta.
That really didn't need to be like that, I just wanted to try out the spoiler tags. ^.^
 
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This story is amazing.. just saying :p I love it looking forward to more
 
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I was reading Lake Aru and didnt Arceus ever find out rayquaza was the lier? I mean wouldnt he already know that they lied??? I was intrested on making so I looked here.
 
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Okay, as was revealed in Part III,
Arceus has been only pretending to favor Rayquaza due to Rayquaza's loyalty to him.
 
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We have spoiler tags?!

Heck yah we do!

Oh.

Anyways, you did better at the begining of this chapter, by descibing as Raquaza entered the room of Arceus, but then you stuck yourself back in the dialouge, which makes things a bit unclear. Like the Ratatatta and Arceus lying. Keep working at it, you're making progress!
 
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Yeah, putting a lot of dialogue in the first few chapters I actually mean to do, as I'm using it mainly for exposition. Once I get further into the story, dialogue/action will be more balanced.

...and why is that in strikethrough?
 
RE: Legendary Tales (Part III up)

I just re read it for furthur effect and tried imagining mew as a geezer.... didnt come out too well
 
RE: Legendary Tales (Part III up)

Well, Mew's old, but he doesn't really look or act old. Pokémon don't really change in appearance as they age. :p
(except for evolving, that is.)
 
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