Ok, let me first catch you up on major events since camping:
Rattata is now level 10, and has learned bite.
Charmander is now level 9, and learned ember during a rather intense training battle between him and Rattata.
Caterpie is now level 8, but decided, not too become a Metapod just yet. (I know, it sacrificed 'Harden' for the ability to move, shocking :P) I thought we'd have trouble bonding, with us attacking him and everything (I've always wondered about that) but it turns out some lemonade can do wonders for a friendship.
Happiny is level 4, knows pound and charm, and is very happy.
Don is still a little weird with his Hitmonchan, but he's more comfortable with him, slowly. I gave him my pocket pokédex book, to help catch him up a bit.
I think that's it, the shard hasn't done anything since last time, my DSDex hasn't called any emergency's, so that's that.
Oh! Ragnarok thinks he knows exactly where it came from. As you'll see from the address bar of this blog, I've always suspected where it came from, but Rag thought he knew exactly. He put 'The rise of Darkrai' on, and fastforwarded it to about 4 minutes in. Dialga was firing draco meteor? at Palkia, and Rag slowed it down to frame by frame to show me. 'Ok, you see here... the attack's just hit, and a big crack spreads across the gem. You see this bit in the middle where it's just white? That's a gap, a hole...it clears up quick enough, but here..hang on, frame too far..here, can you see a tiny pink line just past his head? I reckon that's it breaking off and falling into our dimension.'
'So, you're explaining an alien crystal shard embedded in my shoulder that sets of a string of events that could destroy two worlds that apparently we have to deal with, on a bit of shading from a cartoon movie?'
'..Yes?'
'Eh, works for me, makes about as much sense as the rest of this..'
So, to business. Everyone had met at the old shop, and we were generally just taking advantage of having somewhere to hang out with our pokémon, and people we could talk to about them. Don was teaching Hitmonchan Karate (His specialty, and as the punching pokémon, Hitmonchan isn't so good with the footwork, so it was a good idea.)
Jonny was playing ruby and watching Happiny play with Charmander and my Pokémon, and me and Dan were studying Rise of Darkrai and trawling the web for any information on what the shard might do. This was not going well.
'So, quick question.' said Don, looking over at us. 'Why do we have to save the world? This doesn't seem so bad, so what if our worlds merge? Anyone have any idea what would actually happen?'
There was a small flash of white light in the middle of the room, and another piece of paper fell to the floor. I grabbed it, falling of my chair in haste as I scanned it. 'It's from Moira! Everyone, listen! She says that she's sending us 'Tingle's Partner' and that they 'were destined to fill the void of the boy with one fate.' whoever that is. Apparently he never existed in this universe, and this pokémon she's sending took his place, but was 'Tingle's' partner.
'Seriously, who's this Tingle she keeps mentioning?'
'I don't know, unless she means...but know, how could she-'
There was a slight gust of wind, and I was cut of by a cry of 'Liiiiiiiaaaaaaa!' a silhouette of light appeared where the paper had. it looked somewhat like a ballerina, but with a small, spiky lump sticking out of one side. It solidified into a Kirlia, with a rather windswept looking Pichu clinging on to it's skirt for dear life. It let go, fell over, giggled, and got it's feet, looking around at this new place. Kirlia turned to me, and an aura of psychic energy glowed faintly around it as it stared at me. As our eyes locked, I could understand it.
'Moira sent me to show you...to show you..why you are needed...why the shard was sent....to you....and why...the collision...must be handled correctly.'
'Please tell me you all heard that?'
Everyone had. I saw the Pichu stumble abit. Clearly hitchiking a teleport is a rough ride.
'You ok little guy?'
'I'll check on him. Anyone got a berry?'
I tossed Ragnarok an orange as he knelt down by the Pichu, and then addressed Kirlia.
'Ok, why DID Moira stick this thing in my shoulder?'
'I must...show you...though...my heart flutters at the thought of seeing it again.'
'Seeing what?'
'All...will be revealed.'
Kirlia closed it's eyes, and floated a few inches into the air. Wind whipped around us again, and rings of psychic energy emanated from Kirlia, as Jonny pulled Happiny closer to him, and Hitmonchan nervously punched the air. Rattata climbed to my shoulder, Caterpie frantically gripped my shoe, and Charmander pulled at Rag's trouser leg, before hugging it tightly, as the old shop changed around us, become ruins, the ceiling gone, half the walls collapsed, giving way to a murky orange sky, with swirls of purple and black, as smoke columns rose around us, and cries filled the air. There were a couple of tombstones set up in a corner of the room, already too damaged to be readable, and cries began to fill the air. We were too stunned to move for a moment, but I ran outside, followed swiftly by the others.
Cambridge was in chaos, Kings college had almost completely gone, nothing more than rubble. Part of the chapel remained, with one and a half of it's pointed towers remaining. the whole one now had a definite blue edge too it, and the half destroyed one was almost pink. The remains of a bridge between the two, which didn't exist in our time, hung in the gap in between sticking out from the blue tower. There were large fires in the distance, and a twisted, bent over lampost nearby was covered in ice. There was a thick cloud of black, swirling fog in the middle of the road, and bolts of blue, pink, and black energy arched through the air. A small girl ran past us, sobbing, cradling a small blue lump, which was shivering. As she ran on, in a swimsuit with a rubber tube around her waist, yelling 'Blissey! Blissey! I want to go home!' I was too heartbroken to speak. Somehow, Jonny found words.
'Was that Azurill...bleeding? I didn't know they could even do that...I....'
I could feel a tear sliding down my face as I watched her run on, looking for help.
'We cannot assist...we are merely visions...' thought Kirlia, sounding choked.
The sky opened, and a mighty roar filled the air, as a huge shadow engulfed the street.
'Point taken.' Don said, in a small voice. 'Can we go home now?'
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