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Verge of Destiny

Discussion in 'Literature Library' started by NinjaLayor, Jan 28, 2017.

  1. NinjaLayor

    NinjaLayor Youngster

    Mar 25, 2015
    Solstice Dreadsoul. One of the rare beings known as a gamma spirit, the original makers of the Jeshen, a universe and a half ago, she commands frightening power over life itself. Now Acolyte, the secretive criminal organization she leads, calls upon her to go back to their very roots, four thousand years in the past, in order to establish their existence. Her destiny awaits.

    [SIZE=12pt]One step further.[/SIZE]

    [SIZE=12pt]One bond, one final acceptance.[/SIZE]

    [SIZE=12pt]On this day, I will fulfill my destiny. I will take my rightful place, a wanderer and watcher of time and space.[/SIZE]

    [SIZE=12pt]And to think my origin was an accident.[/SIZE]

    [SIZE=12pt]I never knew exactly how it happened, until she told me. A Glaceon, far more intelligent than humans would expect. She was one of our cousin's kind, the Jeshen. Beings of gamma, able to wear the skins of Pokémon and humans. Our servants, in eras and universes past. Now, only a few of them exist... forty returned from the exile between universes. Six of them were corrupted by Dark Gamma. A seventh was killed by the alternate persona of her husband.[/SIZE]

    [SIZE=12pt] And then she became one. That story I know not, but she became a Jeshen, flesh and blood. Her new husband became one as well. Six of her children were born Jeshen. And her eldest son, her first born, was made into one as well.[/SIZE]

    [SIZE=12pt] An enemy of hers, for a time being, also became one. Out of the rivalry, a friendship developed, and the past became the past. Something happened to her. And her friend offered to replace her body with a new one. Even at the cost of making her into a child... even though it didn't last long. When they tried restoring her gamma... they messed up somehow. She bonded too much to the fabric of gamma, creating an anomaly. From that... she split. Not in body, but in mind. I became aware in a nearby forest. To call me Pokémon, or even a ghost, would be a lie... I wasn't a Pokémon, or a deceased being. I didn't even have a body to call my own. Instead, a red mist hung in the air... my identity. My mind. My power. It took me a while, observing Pokémon and humans in this manner, before I mustered my power and made the form of a Zoroark for myself.[/SIZE]

    [SIZE=12pt] I tried to mimic the form of a Zoroark perfectly. She had a sister that was one, and I watched this... Mist for several weeks. Oddly enough, that wasn't possible. My power would not hide itself. Runes of red gamma covered my face, arms, and chest, and would shine brightly as I'd try to use my power. Mastering illusions became my top priority. Then there was my encounter with her. She never saw me as me... but I saw her, and her chimeric form. Lucario, Mew, and Espeon, blended into an elegant mix. I borrowed that design, with a few alterations. If not for my run in with a rather interesting individual, I would have used that form for combat.[/SIZE]

    [SIZE=12pt] Jogan. A human. And the decendent of who were warriors for a covert group called Acolyte. He was alone, in the woods, cleaning a blade of blood from would be assailants. And when he saw my appearance... well, things changed. He recognized me... well, my appearance, from some sort of text his family had. Regardless, he tried to get me to rebuild Acolyte.[/SIZE]

    [SIZE=12pt] Several months later, it was finished. People and Pokémon on a common goal. Reset the world, to make progress. I had grown in my expertise with gamma, being a 'faceless.' I was any appearance, and any identity I wished. Granted, my role in a business that she set up and abandoned, before my purchase was holding me back. So I arranged myself to be kidnapped by Acolyte.[/SIZE]

    [SIZE=12pt] And with that, I was home.[/SIZE]

    [SIZE=12pt]I expected for people to come looking for me. The Lucario, Nightfur Beta, in particular. A Lucario from another world, he was unique. Aging, yet more or less undying as his mind was computerized, he was an interesting friend, for a time. And he came looking for both me and her when I went missing. What I didn't expect was one of my men to recruit the Arcanine that was helping him, have him handle Nightfur, and then have the Arcanine manage to find his way to where Acolyte's most hidden base is.[/SIZE]

    [SIZE=12pt] I also didn't expect how devious Arc was. As a gamma spirit, shaping living matter on a whim is easy for me. But inorganics, such as machines or vehicles, resisted my influence perfectly. After learning that Arc had magic, I asked him to teach me. Time was mostly of the essence, so following his suggestions, he tied the two of us together with a Destiny Knot, to act as a bridge for the magic, so that I could advance further. He managed to exploit this, though, also using the Destiny Knot for its intended purpose, proclaiming his love for me, and how it was reciprocated in me thanks to his cunning.[/SIZE]

    [SIZE=12pt] After a fiasco with the ghost of ­her late husband, we had time to recover and enjoy, however, that didn't last long. Preperations and machinations were made within Acolyte... we had just acquired the scale of a Dialga. By integrating that into my DNA, I could be sent back to the initial creation of Acolyte four thousand years ago, and fulfill the first directive of Acolyte, to start the cycle.[/SIZE]


    [SIZE=12pt]You've done this many times before.[/SIZE]

    [SIZE=12pt]Just let the scale call to you, and you to it.[/SIZE]

    [SIZE=12pt] I nearly stumble forward, new weight being added to my chest, the Lucario's spike vanishing, soon replaced with a diamond that... pulses, with my heart. Or maybe, it's the other way around. A steel star begins forming around the diamond, two arms of the star angled above my arms, another two below, and one directed straight down. I feel the ripples I make on time... it feels good, almost like floating in a current that I can control. I sense my body starting to trend towards a quadrupedal stance, but I stop it before that finishes. I prefer the agility of my current form.[/SIZE]

    [SIZE=12pt] The transformation done, I walk silently out of the chamber. Arc is waiting for me, I say farewell, before taking a moment to alter the flow of time about me, to travel back in time.[/SIZE]

    [SIZE=12pt]This is my destiny.[/SIZE]
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