Deoxys Prologue
"Bright Side of the Moon"
Brightness flooded its eyes.
The afternoon sun washed the courtyard in a soft haze of amber light, casting dim shadows behind the tall trees in the far end of the yard. Marble statues periodically dotted along a path of white tiles, all of it neatly boxed in by cream-colored buildings connecting into a vast network of decadence - a castle or palace, of sorts. The courtyard alone was enormous, but every inch of it was drenched in raw architectural beauty; the white brick paths were interrupted by green garden patches intermixed with flora of reds, blues, and pink.
The statues, depicting human children juxtaposed with bowls, scepters, and symbols of peace and power, were aged somberly; still maintaining their beauty in spite of the visible cracks cutting into their mass. It would suggest that the place is devoid of much life until the birds began chirping on the horizon.
They indicated themselves of their presence and a brief message - this place is a friend to life. The abundance of fresh flowers in the garden patches also suggests that there are people here too, but, in this instance, no one else could be found.
It was only them; a young girl sat on a wooden bench just a few meters away. It couldn't make out any details of her face from this angle, but the first thing that stood out - that defined her presence - was her hair. It was curled and loose, dancing with the warm winds just as the flowers in the garden do. Indeed, it was as strikingly golden as those pretty flowers as well. The rest of her body was very still, sitting on the bench with her arms folded over her lap.
She motionlessly, silently beckoned
it.
It approached slowly; an aberrant shadow was moving along the white brick path, cutting through the undisturbed beauty with its odd presence. As it drew closer, the honey-tinted sunlight intensified to the point where it seemed as if the rest of the garden had been plunged into the night save for this bench - and the two beings that now stood near it.
It craned it's head upward to look at the setting sun. Its body naturally found itself lowering, resting on the bench next to the young girl. Just as she was as still as the courtyard's statues, it's alert body settled into a passive state. No unnecessary movements were made; only peace.
She spoke, very quiet, yet very loud in its mind. A slight smile painted across her features.
"Do you mind if I call you 'Deo'?"
It remained to look at the descending flame in the sky, shuddering when it registered what the girl had even said. Her voice was piercing and unforgivably emotional. A wave of pressure grasped it's core like a claw, as it couldn't find a voice nor words to respond to the girl with. The intention was there, but the will to speak was not.
"Yes."
It shakes and shudders like a storm,
forcing itself to look at her again.
"I suppose so."
The young girl smiled. That smile, frozen in a single mote of time, remained there as an impression within its view for a few precious seconds as reality began to fold back in.
...
Back to work.
"... Touma Kamijou."
As is by the result of their banter, at the peak of the oral argument between everyone present would an otherworldly voice enter the field of conversation from the corner of everyone's minds. The voice spoke with no discernable identification until its presence descended upon the group.
A bizarre, alien entity of a vaguely humanoid shape slowly drifted to the ground from where it had been before, floating just below the ceiling of the main hall while the rest of the group mingled and moved below it. It touched down to the floor just next Morrigan, fanning out a set of four alternating red-and-blue tentacles, which twisted in on themselves and took on the shape of two arms and hands.
Deoxys looked out upon a crowd of strangers. Detachment never quite felt so palpable.
As if bearing these strange 'dreams' of past events wasn't enough, the sudden arrival of this mission - the fate of the multiverse that it had once taken part in suddenly being at stake - took a toll on everything that it had built for itself over years of solitude. The peace of Birth Island seemed to be more fleeting than it appeared. Years of silent contemplation melded into themselves and seemed to become as insignificantly fast as a comet.
Deoxys hadn't any chance to take hold of its peace before it was gone. Fascinating how that works. Now, it's back to where it was before; an eternal stranger in a strange world, trapped in bizarre circumstances.
The parameters are different. It is a stranger by free will now, at least. Those gnawing thoughts of optimization became naught but whispers in the back of its alien mind. By rejecting its old identity, Deoxys saught to become something new. Something truly stronger.
It was evolution. Something like that, at least. It had yet to figure out the secret to evolving beyond past errors.
The first step might be focusing on the present, correct?
"It has been a very, very long time," Deoxys mused, tilting its head up to get a careful look at some of the newcomers. There was no way to get a read on what it was thinking as it lacked any features beyond a set of unblinking, beady white balls drifting in inky black darkness that was its eyes.
"I do not remember any of these ones from before. Except for you," Deoxys snapped a look at Touma.
"It is... good to see that you are still alive."
Deoxys had only a few memories of Touma. Still, ironically, the young boy was the pokemon's lone tie between the past and now.
That is all it was. The ties and distinctions between
then and
now.
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