How do people pay homage to their gods? Is it by brutal sacrifices? Songs of praise and glory? Sexual offering? People have often wondered how they please the higher beings that can either make or destroy entire continents with simple swipe of a limb. When Groudon and Kyogre began to cause a cataclysm, Rayquaza intervened and cleared the skies and ended the dispute. That is when the the worship began.
Hoenn immigrants descended to Johto, they created the Embedded tower. This tower reached towards the sky, met the earth and buried itself into the sea. This tower was a haven for the Weather trio to rest and regain their strength. But then politics happened. One wished to have dominion over the others and chaos ensured. Rayquaza proved to be to more powerful than the two, even combined Groudon and Kyogre were no match. The might of Rayquaza shook the tower and forced the two into seclusion.
Soon Kyogre flourished in Hoenn, creating a undersea tower where the modern day Shoal Cave is. It became the epicenter of Pokemon Commerce. Groudon had the Hoenn create a tower where now modern day Mt Chimney stands today. He regulated the law of the land and enforced any and all rules. But Rayquaza, although skeptical, had faith in the two and accepted his place in the Embedded Tower of Johto. He was the ambassador to this land and demanded all the finer things in life.
One thing the Weather trio demanded was an Emmisary. One who they will train up in their way and help enforce their rule. This was selected by random and often time through bribes, but the unrighteous either died by bathing in lava, constant water pressure forced upon their bodies and Rayquaza's personal favorite, dragging the victim into the Ionosphere and watching their head explode.
They went through countless people, all proving unholy until Kyogre had found a woman of major outstanding character. He had praised her for the values she held dear to her and made her the Emmisary of the Sea. Groudon saw Kyogre's apprentice and decided to try again, but with an older generation and found man in his late forties. One of pure military might. Rayquaza, on the other hand, deemed it foolish for gods to mingle with men but none the less recruited a greedy male. He craved power and sought to gain as much as he can. Rayquaza is not pleased by this. The story begins now.
The room was a Basilica, massive in its size as multiple pokemon roamed through it doing different things from meeting with Rayquaza to filing reports. All the way in the back was a massive throne made of pure emerald. Above it was a stain glassed wall that once shined up, illuminated the throne. Rayquaza had coiled himself on the seat of his throne and had a female Garchomp and Salamence on his left and right respectively. He watched them lustfully growled at him when the chamber door flew off there hinges. Pokemon scurried to the sides as a man walked inside with a green hooded cloak around him. Four Yellow-Green circles were imprinted on the back, connected by lines as to mimic Rayquaza's own body.
"I think your time of reign is up master. It is my turn to take your place as you are old and becoming soft," he said as he removed the hood to reveal a long croaked nose and a pair of squinted eyes. He raised a palm to his former master and smiled.
"Relinquish your power to me and I will make you fall one of grace and dignity."
Rayquaza heard the fools words and only smiled at them. Was a human attempting to mar a god? Was this race foolish enough to attempt destroy their savior? It was all to amusing. He raised the middle of its three claws and waited. The man, feeling insulted, fired a massive tornado towards Rayquaza. With a simple wave of his hand, Rayquaza dismissed the tornado much to the mans shock.
"Are you done? Cause if not it's my turn to enjoy myself!" Rayquaza spoke in an aggravated tone as a orange sphere appeared before it. It grew bigger and bigger before compressing into a small sphere in front of its mouth and fired it at the man. Nothing was left as the Hyper Beam completely disintegrated the body, cloak and all. Once the dust settled, a oval shaped stone fell to the scorched floor with a 'Clink'. Floating over to it, he picked up the stone with the points of his claws and examined it over. As expected, not even a scratch on it.
Soon from the top of the the ceiling, a ghostly pokemon floated down. It's purple flames flickered wildly was it came down to face its master. Aside from providing light for Rayquaza's throne room, it was an accomplished assassin. It often worked alone on such missions and felt very little emotion. Posing as a chandelier was often the perfect cover for it.
"Yes my liege?" it said as its ghostly aura flooded the room, a mix of fear and death surrounded it.
"Take the stone. I do not wish to see it until it is time. Do not lose it. Understand?"
A light blue outline was cast upon the stone and it followed the assassin out of the room. Rayquaza returned to its throne and sat down with a sigh as his second in command, Breloom, approached from the side.
Breloom was a pokemon of upstanding character and a very powerful fighter. It earned Rayquaza's respect along time ago, able to go toe to toe with most legendary pokemon. He was a very trustworthy ally.
"Are you sure it is right to entrust him with that stone? He is an assassin and can turn at any time." Breloom spoke softly as the Temptation Pokémon floated away with the stone in tow.
"True but he is in my employ. Any traitors will be dealt with no delay. You just saw the example that 'human' was made into correct?" Rayquaza said sneering at the word Human.
Breloom nodded and watched the pokemon leave. He still did not trust him but it was only natural to watch out for his greatest friend. He bowed and walked towards the library chambers to think. After making a stop at the royal library, he had found himself back in his quarters. The room was quite large, grass and tropical mushrooms growing around it. In the muddle was a lush bed made of Tropius leaves and a mushroom shaped pillow. It dropped the book on to the bed and sat down, reading it.
The book had a leather binding but the cover was paper. Inside were records of history of the Embedded Tower, its residents and the different species. He turned towards the back pages and discovered the stone that was taken away by Chandelure. It was called the Stone of Elements. It was one of three stones created by Rayquaza, Kyogre and Groudon. It was forged by molten lave then cooled by the waters of the sea. Finally, Rayquaza breathed life into it with the wind that granted immense power to the user. Naturally, upon agreement, the Weather Trio were not allowed to use the orbs but rather the apprentice as a show of gratitude for serving then willingly...or unwillingly.
"So that one stone carries all that power huh? Best hope Rayquaza knows the consequence of what could happen." Breloom said softly.
Chandelure roamed the halls of the Embedded Tower,complaining how his job was uneventful and boring. He wished to see more action and destruction but yet only was seen as a messenger. The last time he had killed someone was when he sucked the soul from a invading Sceptile. Poor treasure hunter never stood a chance against the purple flames of retribution. He saw himself as person of power and pride while others saw him as a menace. Suddenly, a burst of purple flames approached Chandelure quickly. His eyes glowed a light blue and created a transparent blue cube around him. The blast of fire dissipated and a small candle with one single flicking, purple flame.
"Wow brother! You never let your guard down do you?" said the small waxy candle as it hopped up and down excitedly.
Chandelure dispelled the barrier and sighed. It was his kid brother, Litwick. Truth be told, it was the only family he ever had since he had gotten to this place. They were not even related to one another but Chandelure did not want to be snarky and dismiss the child. Even assassins have some standards. So he adopted the kid as his little brother, teaching Litwick how to be like him, move like him, even speak like him. And besides, even being alone can have its downsides.
"You shouldn't be practicing inside the tower you know. It's dangerous AND you can get me in trouble as well," he said as his eyes depicted a glare.
"S-sorry brother." he said as he slumped away slowly.
Perfect now he just hurt his feelings. He needed to figure out something to fix this and fast before crying. Then soon half the tower would be on fire from all the crying Litwick would do. Deciding to give in and that the stone can be delivered later on, he decided to bring Litwick up to the roof to train a bit. The only problem with this Litwick that it had an unusual amount of energy when it became extremely excited. This was good and bad.
The wind roared loudly as the two stood in the dead center of the roof. The wind blew hard, almost blowing the frail Litwick off. Chandelure waited at the center, the stone still being held up by the Psychic, challenged the Litwick to attack it with all of its might.
"But are you sure you can handle it, brother?"
"Pfft! I am Lord Rayquaza's head assassin, the one who bows for no Pokemon yet takes the lives of many. I am sure I can handle a simple little training-"
Before he could finish a gigantic purple fireball flew towards him, searing the floor below it. Chandelure groaned and created a gigantic dark blue barrier just in time to keep him dropping the stone.
"Oh ho not bad but try this!"
The Chandalier strafed left and right, dodging the blasts with graceful ease. Before Litwick could even realize what happened, Chandalure was right in front of him with a glowing sphere of ghastly flames. Without hesitation, he fired as he tried to ease up on the power put into the Fire Blast but it still had enough power to knock out a water type.
Litwicks eyes widened as it braced itself as best it could as it stared demise in the face. The blast engulfed Litwick in a flaming sphere and flamed out after a few few minutes. It was incredibly powerful considering it was also using Psychic on the stone. Chandalure was a force not to be underestimated.
Once the flames died out, Litwick was left laying on the ground with very little health left. Even being resistant to fire, Litwick couldn't take a blast like that head on. He groaned and slowly stood up.
“Just stand down little one. Your in no condition to finish this," said Chandelure as he turned to head back to the door.
But Litwick wouldn't take no for an answer. Where some would get angry, Litwick became excited. That when things became bad. Litwick suck air in, expanding its little belly, and released a devastating Flamethrower right at Chandalures back. The flame was wild and formed into the shape of a dragon as it flew its straight course. Chandelure created another barrier and was about to speak when he heard a cracking noise. Turning around, he saw one hairline fracture then another in the corner and another on the bottom left. Soon the barrier was filled with giant spiderweb cracks.
“Th-This is amazing..." he muttered as her focused more energy into the barrier and less into the grip of the stone.
Litwick was relentless, releasing more and more until Chandelure's barrier shattered into stardust fragments. The Flamethrower hit its target and poured so much power into it. Chandelure couldn't take it as the blast sent the stone flying across the night sky and Chandelure into a fiery, purple blaze. Once the flames died down, Chandelure looked around frantically, wondering were the stone could've gone.
“Where-Where is the damned thing." he roared in anger as he sped from one corner of the roof to the next looking for the item Lord Rayquaza had entrusted to him, despite his injuries. It was of dire importance that he recovered it recovered it before word gets out that the assassin lost one of the most powerful relics in history.
The stone, engulfed with fire, flew through the sky towards a little area called Azure Village. It was a large town that often payed tribute to Rayquaza by human sacrifice. It was a nice town but often unhuman when it came to ethics. People could be sold like cattle and treated like nothing more than meat or objects. It was a odd village but a good place to live, if one avoided the seedy side. On the outskirts of Azure Village was a small brick house with smoke flowing from the chimney.
In the front yard was a boy no older than nineteen years old. He was tilling the field in front with a large sickle as his sweaty, brown bangs swept in front of his face. His muscles were not corded but he was strong enough. As his hands gripped the handle, he sheared the wheat crop as his two parents sat back watched. Both sat in chairs as they drank ale and shouted in drunken stupor. This was Roland.
“Ay boy! Don't forget ta trim those leaves real good like, ya hear?!" yelled the father as he waved his mug around, ale sloshing and falling out at the edges.
He hated those two. More than anyone in the entire world. His parent had to sell him at the age of twelve in order to pay for their taxes. Despite being a child, he understood but never harbored any feelings of hate towards them but his foster parents were another story. Two of the sluttiest, drunken, loudest people ever to walk the face of the earth. They we're captains of the local milita who abused whatever they got their hands one whether it was people, money, booze, even each other.
At first, they tried to set him up for prostitution but once people left the room after one and having broken limbs, it gave a bad sight for business. They then tried to make him into a thief but he refused to steal. The is when Roland and his ‘Dad' got into their first brawl. It destroyed half the house leaving Roland with a broken arm and the man with a gash across his eyes, although he claims it was a Charizard. Finally, they decided he was only good to til their fields.
Roland worked tiredlessly into the night until his arms couldn't bear to lift the heavy scythe. This is how he spend his days from dawn to dusk. He recieved no allowence, no love, nothing. He basically did as he was told, within reason of course. By the time dusk had came around, he was lying on his back and gazing at the stars. Shooting stars were common in that area so it was how he often spent his evenings. Better than sitting at a table and watching gold be piled in front of you and knowing none was yours. A bright streak came out from nowhere as Roland's eyes got wide.
“A..Shooting star?" he muttered as it hit super sonic and crashed into the forest about two miles away.
This was disturbing enough that the shooting star hit super sonic, but crash landing as well? This was very odd. He turned to the home and only heard gluttral moans and grunts that he tried so hard to block out. After grabbing a backpack, provisions, a few pieces of gold and a longsword. After walking away a few feet, he considered torching the house.
“Nah." he said, shaking off the feeling and keeps going.
As he reached half way, he groaned in exhaustion, leaning against a tree for support. He was never use to walking long distances but this thing that fell from the sky.. it intrigued him. After trudging on a bit, he reached the crash site. It was a crater two feet deep and four feet in width. The grass terrain was flattened around it with small enbers burning around it. In the middle of a perfect circle or dirt was an oval stone that glowed a gentle shade of green.It was hypnotic in its appearance, drawing him ever so closer. He dropped his bag and his sheathed longsword before kneeling before the mystery stone.
"What is this?" he muttered before grabbing it and pulling it out of the dirt.
Gingerly brushing of the excess dirt, he gazed at the stone with wonder and awe. It resumed its faint glowing before resonating more and more, shaking wildly in his hands. Suddenly his eyes began to glow as well. Chandelure came up at a distance, shielded by the trees.
"Damn it. Too late." Chandelure said as he groaned, knowing what was about to happen.
The world around him began to swirl and meld together, forming into nothingness. This nothingness became a destroyed city, set ablaze and turning into ruin. Roland's body was transparent as he was still holding the stone, clutching it to his chest. Was he dead? Did the stone kill him in an instant? He though death would've hurt. Looking around, he saw a man stab a pregnant woman through the stomach and behead a oncoming knight.
"Ehehehehehe.........Destroy, for the sake of Destruction.........Kill, for the sake of Killing....."
The man in a hooded outfit was standing in the middle of a town covered in blood. The place was littered with bodies of the people he had slain. No one was spared, not even women and children.
"Kill! Maim! Burn! Kill! Maim! Burn!"
Apparently, He had lost whatever sanity he had.
A large blast of wind exploded from his body, dismembering whatever was around him. The area now reaked of fresh blood and organs, The scent of Death and destruction. What was this? Roland stood in fear and watched the man continue on his bloody slaughter. Suddenly two guards came out and rushed him with spears. He slowly began to walk forward, analyzing his targets. The smart choice would be to get rid of the weaker of the two first so that they wouldn't become a bothersome fly as he fought the stronger of the two.
"Which one...Which one....Impurity shall be our armour, Hate shall be our weapon, Immortality shall be our reward." were his exact words before vanishing, slicing into the jugular of the first man and beheading the second. Roland was scared, more scared than he had ever been in his life. What was this entity of evil? Suddenly, the man turned to face Roland and dashed at him with amazing speed and the vision was gone. He found himself flat on his back as he saw himself a glow with a light azure aura. Standing up shakily, he felt the wind swirl through his body, his soul and even his mind. It calmed him and soothed all parts of him. It was as if ten years of rage had simply vanished into thin air.
Chandelure gazed in awe at the feat. He had never seen the stone bond to someone so quickly before. He had never seen the stone bond to someone on its own either. The aura pulsated, in perfect synchronization to his heart.
The Chandelure watched as this all happened, wondering what the best course of action would be. He could just kill the boy, but with the powers Roland had just received, it wouldn’t be easy. An assassin had to be calm, cool and collected. This is what he tried to teach to Litwick so hopefully he will pick up on the hint.
“BIG BROTHER!!” was heard in the distance as the small Litwick zoomed back and forth between the already burnt trees, stopping suddenly next to the Chandelure who was hiding behind a bush. Litwick was so excited that he incinerated the entire bush and revealed their position.
“What is this…?” Chandelure said as he looked at his adoptive brother with a look of confusion, Roland still freaked out at the two.
“I’m here to help! Breloom sent me! Is that the guy who took the stone! He’s mine!” he yelled as he impatiently rushed towards Roland, the flame on his wick blowing up to impossible size. Chandelure just gasped in horror as he imagined what might happen. Litwick pressed on and concentrated a ghastly blue fireball on top of his head until it grew to the size of a shack. Quite visible in the distance as well. Roland gasped in fear as he scrambled on the floor and grabbed his longsword and began to run away. The Litwick had other ideas and released the blast in a raging vortex that incinerated all in its path. Trees. Birds and even the concrete slabs from a decrepit old home were turned to tar. Roland turned back and saw his life flash before his eyes. A really short life he had to admit. He gained his balance and gripped the hilt of his sword in determination. If he was going to die, he was going to die with pride. Unknowing to him, he was charging the power of the stone within his sword. Swinging it like a bat, he put his full momentum into it. The blade outlined in an azure color, coating it with all the power of the wind and once the blade connected, resulted in an explosion big enough to tear through a city. Nothing but flames enveloped the large area until the dissipated into nothing. Roland lay unconscious on the dirt floor as did Litwick. The aura shielded Roland and Litwick barely took much damage. Chandelure created a barrier big enough to shield him but he wondered who stopped the blaze.
Walking up next to him was a tall, lithe green Pokémon with blades on its arm. It was Rayquaza's messenger, Gallade. His eyes were glowing a light blue as the flames were completely gone. Gallade was the most trusted messenger so of course it had to be strong as well as fast. Chandlure looked down in defeat by all of the destruction that was caused. He had allowed it to get this far.
“So you think you raised enough hell today?” the Gallade said with a smug look as his powers finished clearing the area.
“Fine you had your fun and laughs. Now get us out of here.”
“Aww you’re no fu-“
“NOW!” Chandelure yelled, now very pissed off.
The Gallade just laughed as he gathered up the two unconscious combatants and stepped over to the disheveled assassin and suddenly began glowing all seven colors of the rainbow. They then began to travel through time and space, landing in the main throne room. A Salamence and Garchomp, both female, limped out of the room with widened eyes from the coitus they had both received. Rayquaza was satisfied...for now.
“What have you brought me now?” the sky dragon said, lack luster in tone.
Gallade took a step back and gave Chandelure the floor, not wanting to be in this mess. Groaning, Chandelure stepped forward to accept his fate, nodding and sighing.
“Your kingship, I have brought some…startling news. The stone has been absorbed...by this human…” he said softly, the only time he didn’t have a pair. The dragons’ eyes widened, Breloom was in the corner, watching as he leant against the wall and crossed his arms. This was interesting.
“What?” Rayquaza said, slightly interested in the discovery. The stone had never chosen on its own. This was a startling and intriguing discovery. This had to be pushed some more.
“Wake the boy.” He said.
Cold water was dumped on him by the hand maidens, causing him to sputter and open his eyes. Gasping for breath, he saw that he wasn’t back at home. This place had more jewel in the door than he had seen in his life. What was this place?”
“Your name boy?”
Roland didn’t speak, he was too afraid. He could smell the must in the air and heavy wind that swirled around outside. He was genuinely scared until Gallade slapped him upside the head. That cause him to talk.
The dragon watched him, yellow eyes trained on the boy.
“You will get asked one question. The wrong answer results in your death. How did the wind feel?”
This was the most awkward of questions. He didn’t even ask how Roland got the stone. Chandelure was even more perturbed that he did not receive a punishment. What was going on in the mind of this god? He really wished to know but decided his place was not to know. Roland to a dry heave and spoke up.
“Calming, violent, it was warm as well. It had a guiding touch to it as will..Sir.”
Silence shrouded the room for a few minutes until Rayquaza broke out into laughter. This was the very first time most had seen this happen.
“In all my years of passing this stone down, you have had the most honest and true answer. I won’t kill you but you, in turn, will do what I tell of you. That stone is mine and you house the stone, hence you are my responsibility. You are now an Ambassador. You help maintain the peace between the states and regions. You will be trained and you will be tested. Do you think you can handle all I can throw at you?”
Roland’s head was swimming. Ambassador? Responsibility? What had he gotten himself into?
“Good. Now you are heading to Mt. Chimney, I have some things you must procure there. You will be accompanied by Chandelure since he brought you into this mess.”
Chandelure groaned as Gallade and Breloom chuckled a bit at the joke. Rayquaza wasn’t one to play games though.
“And since you two think it’s funny, you both will go with him.” He said with a smirk.
Litwick slightly got up after hearing all the boisterous noise and looked about. He wanted to know what’s going on.
“Big brother big brother! What’s going on? Are you in trouble? What happened to the human? Did I kill it?” the Litwick spouted as Rayquaza raised an eyebrow. Chandelure just sighed, figuring on what to do with him now.
“Sir? Since Litwick is my responsibility I propose I bring him with me on this trip so I may keep an eye on him. He has training that will only be complete by seeing the world.”
The Rayquaza thought. Would it be right to have a child experience the dangers and harshness of the world along with the tragedies? He spent some time weighing the pros to the cons. He turned to Breloom for advice but the Fighter only shrugged. He had no clue on how to handle such a situation and thought some more. After twenty minutes of heavy decision, he raised up.
“I have come to a verdict. Litwick shall…”