So, if you're reading this welcome to A WAAPT Legend: Northern Shadow, a story that takes place in Sinnoh and the Battle Zone around 800 years before the events of WAAPT proper. It stars Hotene, a PokéAinu Dark Obscuric who finds herself charged with taking on a Glitchmon that threatens the entire island with the help of the treasures of the lake trio and her Pokémon.
I'm also assuming that if you're reading this you're probably related to the RP somehow, but if not I have decided to make an effort to try making this story understandable so that even non-WAAPTers would be able to appreciate it.
Without further ado, let's get this thing started.
Prologue: The Being That Came From The Sky
As you know, in this world there exist many wondrous creatures known as Pokémon. Many live their lives in the wild, uninvolved in the affairs of humans. Other Pokémon work with humans, including those who travel with Pokémon trainers of all stripes. Then there are those who our people call kamui, who have helped and hindered us over the millennia. However, there is a fourth group, those who are kamui, but corrupt the Earth with their very presence. You may be aware of what happened more than four years ago with the Unnumbered One, but there was once a corruption that threatened the region long, long before. It began with a battle where our whole world was at stake...
Above the Planet, around 800 years agoIt was not really in the nature of the more powerful legendaries to feel fear, in particular the fear of death. Shaymin, Latii, Mew? While it was difficult to pull off, it was indeed possible for mortals to kill them permanently. As for the legendaries that could be justifiably described as "gods," rather than the "powerful spirit" level of many others, on the other hand, it was impossible to kill them in a way that truly lasted. Whether, for instance, Ho-Oh and Lugia with their reincarnation, the super-ancient Pokémon that revived following the Volcano Rites, or the creation trio that were simply impossible to kill due to being the embodiments of the physical universe. That said, those final legendaries in question did feel something very close when faced with their opponent.
"This thing… I knew we did not manage to destroy them all at the beginning," Dialga said, or rather emitted telepathically, as he floated to the front of the group consisting of himself and his siblings.
"THIS IS THE END FOR YOU, CORRUPTED ONE!", Palkia bellowed as she followed close behind.
"What games we shall play afterwards, my siblings!" Giratina exclaimed as he came last.
The "thing" in question was a leftover from a time even further ago, back when the Original One had hatched from His Egg or as some would argue considering His true nature, Their Eggs, created the celestial dragons and the lake trio, and created the multiverse from nothing. This leftover, a survivor of battles from the beginnings of creation had been rediscovered by the draconic trio, and by Arceus' edict they had chased it across several universes already, only to corner it above this particular planet in this particular universe. With a telepathic challenging roar from the abomination, the battle began.
The abomination, a formless black mass of an indeterminate yet incredibly massive size, attacked with tendrils and a powerful energy blast that could attack on a multidimensional level as they warped spacetime in ways only barely comprehensible by mortals. Indeed, if a mortal were to view the abomination and its attacks in their true form, they would likely go mad. The legendaries, dodging, parrying, and directly attacking, were not exactly in forms mortals would consider palatable either.
Dialga, the Archwyrm and Lord of Time, could be best described as a vaguely draconic dark blue mass, covered in a seemingly infinite number of diamonds. His sister, Palkia the Celestial Wyrm and Lord of Space, assumed a form that appeared to be bubbles or pearls of infinite mass and volume. Their brother Giratina, the Lord of Dimensions, had a form even more alien than the Origin Forme mortals commonly thought to be his true form rather than an approximation of what their minds formed in order to comprehend him. He was covered in what appeared to be thorns the color of the Griseous Orb. No mortals were there to watch, and therefore the Celestial Dragons could take on their true forms rarely seen out of their own personal dimensions.
The battle seemed to go on endlessly as each side tried to eradicate the other, but the abomination, it was evident to anyone that could see, was waging a losing battle. The celestial dragons were, for lack of a better term, merciless. Palkia sliced into it with what could only be described as blades of an imperceptible sharpness that cut through dimensions as easily as they hacked the abomination’s dark mass into pieces. Dialga and Giratina circled around, waiting to figuratively pounce upon and finish off anything that managed to wriggle away into much smaller but still dangerous abominations formed by Palkia’s handiwork. As the planet rotated below, the dragons prepared to rid themselves of the ancient corruption that had plagued the multiverse for so long.
"Sister, NOW!!!", Dialga cried, sending out a Roar of Time stronger than any ever fired on the planet below with a mighty "SKREEE!", as Giratina shifted dimensions and backed him up with a Shadow Force. Together, the raw Obscuric antimatter combined with Dialga's spacetime warping opened its way to the corruption's core.
"IT'S OVER!", Palkia screamed, as her Spacial Rend slashed through the core in more than four dimensions, reacting with the antimatter left over from Giratina to cause a matter-antimatter chain reaction that warped spacetime with a brilliant light, destroying the abomination as it sent out one last psychic screech.
"So guys," Giratina said while approaching his siblings. "Now that that thing's gone, you feel up for game 'night' in the Distortion World?"
"SURE, WHY NOT? I COULD USE A BREAK AFTER CHASING THIS THING FOR FATHER.", Palkia replied.
As the dragons left this reality, however, it became obvious that the abomination's destruction was not complete. Somehow, a small piece of it managed to survive the final assault. From their perspective, it was little more than a speck not worth the trouble of properly destroying. However, to a mortal or even some of the lesser deities it would be a potentially lethal threat. The lone piece entered the atmosphere like a meteor, its uncontrolled descent sending it towards the southern portion of the northernmost island of a certain archipelago.
Southern Sinnoh, sometime in this world's answer to the early 13th CenturyIt was a normal night in that part of Sinnoh, save for the constellations appearing slightly distorted from their normal formation. Kricketune played their songs while a pride of Luxray moved to corner and kill a Stantler. One of the Luxio paused from devouring the kill upon noticing what appeared to be a falling star that seemed to be moving directly towards them, and cried to warn the rest of the pride. However, by then it was already too late, and the "falling star" made impact right where they were feeding, instantly killing them and everything else in the forest within a mile radius of the now freshly excavated crater.
The surviving mass, a black semi-solid with the consistency of tar that was perhaps about as intelligent as the plankton floating in the sea, mainly sat and waited in its crater for a very long time. While the mons of the Sinnohan forest who were lucky enough to not be in its blast radius didn't quite understand what they were dealing with, most understood that something that ate mons and humans and seemed impervious to any and all attacks was to be avoided, following several futile attempts to try to rid themselves of the abomination. Included among those who'd failed were even a group of Aura Guardians who were active in that part of Sinnoh. Despite its dangerous nature, if not for an unfortunate stroke of fate, it likely would've remained just another isolated hazard that would have been shunned and avoided by the natives of that part of the region.
Nonetheless, one night a Noctowl flying from the north perched right above the mass, ignorant of what the local mons had long learnt to avoid. As the Flying type flew directly over the mass, a tendril rose from the ooze, grabbed it mid-flight, and dragged it into the mote of the great abomination.
The poor Pokémon, like so many other beings before it, was absorbed to become part of its biomass. However, by this point the mote had started to achieve intelligence from the minds of the creatures it had managed to ensnare. The unfortunate Noctowl was simply the last sapient it needed, and after its absorption the mote started to change as its mass drew back into itself. Using the Noctowl as a template, it formed itself into a being much like its "parent" progenitor, albeit much weaker and less insanity inducing if one were to look at it. The avian abomination then took to the skies, heading northwest on what appeared to be a random whim.
For while its choice of flight path was a whim on the part of the abomination, it is important to note one thing: Destiny is never left to chance, and the new abomination would meet the being that would end up slaying it as a result of its random choice.
Meanwhile, a certain Flying type appeared by a cliff as the abomination lifted off. The Xatu muttered, keeping a steady monotone throughout its monologue, "So my visions have come to pass, I must inform Lady Mesprit about the abomination's release. That thing will bring nothing but trouble on not only Sinnoh, but the entire island if left unchecked," before teleporting away.