Chapter II

Chapter 2

Vitae’s POV

Same time

I was in my room, overlooking the forest below me. From this spot, I could see the lake that Charizard lived near. I could see the city lights far to the south.

 

"What are you looking at?" a voice said behind me.

 

"Life," I said before turning around. "It is life out there, Deoxys. My entire world is only as big as this forest, but no bigger. You’ve seen it out there! The cities, the people and their things. They may be slaves, but Mewomega lets them have their cities. Yet all we have is a big rock!"

 

Deoxys was sitting on a thick blanket, in his normal form. He was sitting cross-legged with his back against the smooth stone wall.

 

I walked over to him and laid down on the blanket, my head on his knee. I stared up at him, saying "Tell me about how it used to be, please, Deoxys?"

 

"If Mewtwo could see this… You know he’d be proud of you, right? You’re a Gardevor, like your mother. That’d have made Mewtwo very happy."

 

I sighed. Deoxys always did this. He’d change the subject if I wanted to know about the old ways. "Why would that be?"

 

"He wouldn’t want another of his kind in this world. Most of the time, he didn’t think either of us, me or him, to be in this world. He said we were unnatural, our power far too great."

 

"Deoxys, please! Can you tell me about the old ways? I want to know about your past, not my father!"

 

His hand touched my hair and he lifted my head. I sat up, staring at Deoxys as he stood. "If you want to know about my past, come with me. We’ll need to go to the lake to talk. I would need Lord Charizard’s permission before I tell you about it."

His form changed again, to his Speed mode. "Try to keep up, Vitae, and I’ll tell you a secret."

 

Deoxys jumped and flew off. I ran after him, using Psychic to hold myself in the air and move. I chased after him, Deoxys staying out of my reach.

 

I chased Deoxys all the way to the lake, skimming over treetops and Pokémon. I smiled. Being with Deoxys made me happier than he could ever know.

 

 

 

When we made it to the lake, Deoxys landed lightly on the sandy beach. Yet, I remained hovering just above him.

 

"Come on Vitae. If you don’t land, we can’t go to Lord Charizard," Deoxys said, his voice laughing.

 

"Um… I can’t. If I stop using Psychic, I’ll fall," I said, shyly. I wasn’t coordinated enough to land while using the attack: all I could do was float.

 

"Then I’ll catch you," Deoxys said. I frowned. "What, don’t you trust me?"

 

"Fine. I trust you, Deoxys. I always have before, I said, releasing my attack. I fell heavily into his arms, one of his hands on my back, the other under my knees.

 

I felt a feeling of joy coming from somewhere. It wasn’t from Deoxys, I was sure of it. It appeared to be coming from a tree a little way down the beach-line.

"Deoxys and Vitae, sitting in a tree," a bird Pokémon sand.

 

Deoxys let go of me after helping me stand and whirled around. "Chatot! You talk too much!" he said, firing a Zap Cannon attack at the small bird.

 

It leaped over the electric beam and continued its singing. "K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

 

Before it could land, a large red blur leaped on it from behind. The red blur had been Fury, a large Arcanine. His massive paw was on Chatot’s back, pinning him to the sand. His head was low, his jaws slightly open. I could feel his bloodlust from here.

 

"Damn you, Chatot! Because of you, Vivian got hurt! Now I’m going to hurt you!" Fury growled.

 

"All I did was dodge. How does that make it my fault?" Chatot asked.

 

"Then you shouldn’t have provoked him! Next time, take the hit, you coward!" I saw his fangs begin to glow as he prepared his Fire Fang.

 

"I- It’s alright, Fury. I’m not hurt that badly," said a Ninetales, limping around the tree. "There’s no need to kill him. Just calm down, sweety."

 

Fury looked at Vivian, the Ninetales, and then back at the bird. "Consider yourself lucky, you filthy bird."

 

Fury and Vivian wandered off back to the other side of the tree. Chatot flew off as soon as Fury’s paw came off his back.

 

I looked at Deoxys. It was my first time visiting the lake. I only knew who they were from meetings.

 

"Why’re so many Pokémon here? I thought this was Charizard’s home," I asked.

"It is Charizard’s home. When he first created the Omega Resistance, he declared that all fire types either live near this lake or high up on the mountain, above the clouds. This way, they’d be able to stop any fires they caused," Deoxys pointed to the center of the lake. I could see a small island in the center, with some sort of cave on it. "That is where our leader lives. Him and about fifty of his closest friends all reside in an underwater cave that can only be accessed through that entrance.

 

"If you look behind us, Vitae, you’d notice something. Even though this is part of the forest, there’s no Ghost Pokémon. That is because of the amount of Fire types living here. They scared the Ghost types away."

 

"Is there really that many Fire types?"

 

"Sure are. Charizard houses a small army in that cavern. You see, Vitae, a long time ago, Charizard lived in a mountain range, home to hundreds of Charizard. Many of them decided to help us because of that. Come on, I’ll take you to the island," Deoxys grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to himself. I could feel myself blushing and was glad he could not see my face.

 

Deoxys flew over the lake, carrying me in his arms.

 

Deoxys was older than me, by quiet a lot. He didn’t understand or even know about my feelings towards him. I had liked Deoxys for a long time, yet I could never say it. It wouldn’t have worked even if I did tell him. He was too old to like me and he wasn’t the type to look at things in a loving manner. He thought we were friends, but his thoughts ended at that. Not for the first time, I wished I could tell what he was feeling.

 

Deoxys moved quickly over the water. Suddenly, he stopped and stared at the sky. I looked to see what had caught his attention.

 

A large, black, winged figure was flying. It turned and flew at full force. Directly at us.

　

　

Gardevor’s POV

After the meeting

Once again, we couldn’t decide anything. Another fight had broken out. First it was Groudon and Registeel arguing, and then broke into an all-out fight. Thankfully, Mew, Celebi, and Jirachi had left before the fight; things would have gotten really ugly then.

 

I had used Psychic to restrain the giants; using the necklace Mewtwo had given me to amplify my power to unimaginable levels. Afterwards, they all decided to leave, returning to their homes within the compound.

 

When they were gone, I stared at the surface of the river. I looked once more at the last gift Mewtwo had given me.

 

The intricate details on the chain and metal circle. He gave it to me saying it would make me even more powerful than him. The chain made from TwistedSpoons. The tiny Odd Incenses set into it. The Mind Plate within the circle. It was the most beautiful thing I ever saw.

 

I gingerly unhooked the chain, taking the necklace off for the first time. As soon as it came off, I felt my power decrease dramatically. It truly did multiply my power a lot.

 

I put the silver circle in the palm of my hand. I had barely touched the metal, but the Mind Plate fell out. It landed with a loud thump on the stone floor between my feet.

 

I knelt down and picked it up. The Plate was backwards, the side set into the metal facing upwards. Something was carved into the back.

 

I held it up to the light, trying to see what the marks were. They were strange, weird symbols that covered most of the back. In the middle of the Mind Plate was a primitive drawing of a Pokémon that could have been Mew. On the bottom of the Plate, were letters I could read.

 

They said this: "If you are reading this, I have failed. Something has happened that threatens the world. Find the one who can read this. It might save everyone. I’m sorry. I love you." At first, I thought Mewtwo had wrote this, but then realized it couldn’t have been Mewtwo. These were carved into the Plate by hand, and Mewtwo wouldn’t have been able to hold something like that in his bulbed fingers.

 

If the picture was Mew, it could be a clue. Perhaps Mew would be able to read these symbols. It was a slim chance, but worth looking into.

 

I put the necklace on, holding the Mind Plate in my hands. I took off down the hall to look for Mew.