Hah! Self-indulgent fic, here we come! I write for myself anyways, so I’ll write what I want! ^-^
Disclaimer: I wish I may, I wish I might, have sole ownership of pokemon tonight. *long silence* what? It didn’t work? Aw…
I don’t own pokemon then. However, this is my fanfic, don’t steal!
Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks. Pokemon Special/Adventure-verse, post Book 7, AU from then on, possible changes within canon storyline within books 1-7
Um… *fidget* I tend to unconsciously switch from say, first to third person. Gomen!
Title: Phoenix Rising
Chapter 1
There is a legend, of the day that will come, when love defeats hate… and yet hate itself is only a form of love, and when love for humanity defeats love for pokemon, there will arise from the ashes the phoenix of emerald green, who will pronounce the final judgment…and on that day, the true love shall prevail…
The fires of hell should burn, burn like the fiery lava that had cooked flesh from the bones and scorched and destroyed him in its furnace. Yet, here he was, dead, and not in pain any longer.
The Dragon Master had no illusions. In a human court of law, had he survived the attack, life imprisonment would be mild. More likely the death penalty waited. He knew that his dragons had killed, had seen the red on their scales and teeth when they returned…
So why was he in the middle of an empty room, backlit by flashes of purple? Or was hell an abstraction, a game of logic that didn’t exist?
None of this made any sense.
Something important must be happening. He was definitely dead, there was no doubt about that. So… was this purgatory?
Boredom could drive people insane after all, although since he had already been deemed insane by most of the human race, maybe it wasn’t as much as a punishment for him. Yet…
So close to his goal and that little brat and her Pikachu just had to ruin it! Oh, this wasn’t fair by any means…
How had that Pikachu managed to retain any power? Surely all those thunderbolts should have drained it’s energy, unless…
She had cheated! That little brat – those feathers on her hat had spoiled everything! And– now he distinctly remembered those colors for what they represented. Red, blue, yellow! Moltres, Articuno, and Zapdos…
No wonder she hadn’t lost any power.
But if she was cheating, you were too… the inner voice hissed. After all, you have a legendary of your own backing you…
Not Lugia…
Everything thinks Lugia-sama would help me, but it’s not him. I doubt they suspect who really introduced me to this idea.
Kyogre-sama…
We made a deal. I’d help wipe out humanity, he’d help by flooding the oceans to destroy the land after they were gone, and he’d leave me the chain of islands in the Johto Region for… well, the Elite and our small selected group of trainers. The rest of the Elite didn’t know about this, but it’s fine, I would have given them each a few islands…
It’s too late now though, and I’m getting annoyed.
What is going on here?
Lance looked up at the ‘ceiling’ in this bleak, black area and tried to figure out what exactly was going on. Were the fates just toying with him?
Finally, a robed black figure turned and led him into another room. Lance’s jaw dropped when he saw his judges.
One was an oversized Dragonair at least twice as large as his own… another was Mew… and the third was a strange pokemon that looked like it had been built from blocks of ice, and the last was…eevee-like and black.
“Lance Dragyn, we are here to judge you.” The Dragonair said in a human voice. Lance hid his surprise and waited.
From behind his back, the block of ice pulled out what looked like a set of purple scales. Mew picked up what looked like a minicomputer and began typing, while Umbreon just stared at him.
He waited.
For several long moments, only the clicking of keys was heard.
Finally, Umbreon spoke telepathically.
< Lance Dragyn, you have committed great crimes against humankind, and yet, you had a legendary’s support to do so, therefore we will proclaim that you were only misguided. >
So… what now?
< You are indeed dead. There are three choices on what you wish to do next. >
“What are they?”
< Firstly… you can enter the Realm of Dreams. You were *ahem* pure-hearted enough, so you will be allowed entrance. I suppose you humans would call it paradise… it’s not a bad place, really, it will be whatever you wish it to be… >
“Not bad…” Lance considered.
< However, if you enter the Realm of Dreams, you would be automatically changed into a pokemon… and we cannot tell you what it may be. >
Well that was the catch! Maybe that wasn’t a good idea.
< Your second choice is to be reincarnated on earth. However, I’m afraid that you would be reincarnated as a Magikarp and that way of life may not suit you… >
Definitely not!
< And finally, your last choice is to become one of our agents. >
Lance narrowed his eyes. “What would that entail?”
< You would keep a human form, of course, with some… enhancements. >
< Explain please? >
< Wings. > Mew interrupted. < Wings are necessary to ensure quick travel. The ability to teleport. Eyes to discern between truth and lies. There are many other powers that shall be revealed to you. >
“That doesn’t sound so bad…” Lance mused.
< Yes. But whatever you do, you must not reveal yourself except to the ones we choose you to. >
“So I’d still technically be dead. I can’t contact my friends, family, or my pokemon, right?” * Maybe not, but… *
< Yes. >
< And, if you abuse these powers, you will lose your soul. > Dragonair warned, finally saying something. < Our power is… addictive, and you must keep control. >
< Very well. I’ll take it. >
Lance closed his eyes as the four converged on him…
End Chapter
Completed 2/10/05
Wow, been a while since I wrote any pokemon fanfic! *sighs*