Birth of a Legend
Disclaimer: Satoshi, Shigeru, Hiroshi, and Kasumi belong to the creators of Pokemon, and not me. Everything else (including the story) belongs to the creators of the movie "Legend". This story is entertainment only, and if you sue me, all you'll get are my college textbooks. (hey, where do you think my money went?)
Prologue
Once long ago, before there was such a thing as time, the world was shrouded in darkness.
Then came the splendor of light, bringing life and love into the Universe, and the Lord of Darkness retreated deep into the shadows of the earth, plotting his return to power... by banishing light forever.
But precious light is protected, harbored in the souls of unicorns, the most mystical of all creatures.
Unicorns are safe from the Lord of Darkness, they can only be found by the purest of mortals... Such a mortal is Shigeru, who lives in solitude with the animals of the forest.
A young Prince named Satoshi loves Shigeru with all his heart. In their innocence, they believe only goodness exists in the world.
Together they will learn that there can be no good without evil... No love without hate... No heaven without hell... No light without darkness...
The harmony of the Universe depends on an eternal balance. Out of the struggle to maintain this balance comes the birth of Legends.
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<<And the story begins...>>
Blix pushed the branches out of her way as she crept through the forest, a permanent sneer fixed on her ugly face. The telltale slimy coarseness of her skin and the grotesque features kept any resident creatures from crossing her path. Blix took pride in her appearance. *Disgusting,* she thought, with glee.
But, that day was not one to be spent revelling in a repulsive appearance. Blix had come this way for a reason. Her Lord had summoned her, and she was not one to question orders. She took a great deal of satisfaction in being the favored servant.
Pushing aside the final branches, Blix found her destination just a short ways away. The Great Tree. Place of dark worship, the home for such sacrifices as the Dark Lord demanded. Anger ran its bitter course through Blix's veins as she remembered when this had been the focus of the land's attention. Before Light had come... Beofre goodness and purity had pushed them far into the background, and left the wicked to hide themselves and nurse thoughts of vengeance in cold silence.
Blix looked around, but the forest creatures had wisely kept their distance. Nothing to kill... and the Dark Lord would not be pleased if she were to arrive late. Hissing in frustration, she pushed onward, into the dark mass of decay and rot. Oh, how she savored her visits here!
The Lord of Darkness sat on his throne pensively, as usual. The screams and wails of pain played in the background, even as the sickening-sweet smell of burnt flesh and decaying corpses overpowered the senses. Blix breathed in deeply and leered as she passed the torture racks, where bodies convulsed and victims begged for release. Ah, suffering...
"Mother Night," the Dark Lord breathed, leaning back on his throne. He was outlined fully in darkness, a powerful man-like figure sporting large horns, hoofs on his feet, and claws topping his fingers. His white fangs glistened in the blackness that surrounded him. "Fold your dark arms about me. Protect me, in your black embrace. I sit alone, an impotent exile, whilst this force, this presense, returns to torment me!"
The presense of Light... Blix's anger rose at the words. Her Lord was troubled. She knocked on the great door, though it stood open, respectfully, and the Dark Lord's gleaming eyes snapped open. "Enter!" he roared.
Blix obeyed, without question. "Ah," he said, pleased. "Blix. Come closer." She moved forward, until the tip of her long, slimy nose nearly touched his outstretched claw. "Are you not the most loathsome of my goblins?" he demanded.
"Truly, master," Blix hissed, feeling fierce pride run through her body.
"And is your heart black and full of hate?"
"Black as midnight," Blix responded. "Black as pitch. Blacker than the foulest witch." It was the way of her kind to talk in rhyme.
"Something... troubles me," the Dark Lord informed her, now looking away. "I feel a presense in the forest. A force I had mercifully almost forgotten."
"Must be dread indeed," Blix noted. "To trouble you, my Lord."
"Looking upon these frail creatures," he continued, as though he had not heard her, "one would not think that they could contain such power. One could rule the Universe with it!" His face grew exultant. "You!" he ordered, pointing at Blix, "Must find them for me! And *destroy* them!"
"What do they look like, Lord?" Blix asked.
Immediately, the Lord of Darkness snatched up a twisted parody of a horn, and brought it down crushingly on Blix's skull. "Let this serve to remind you," he hissed. "The creature is crowned with a single spiral, reaching like an antena *straight... to... heaven*!"
"I get the point, Lord," Blix managed, through the pain.
He dropped the spiral on his tray. "Bring the horns to me."
"Where should I look, Sire?" Blix asked, recovering.
"There is only one lure for such disgusting goodness," he sneered. "One bait that never fails!"
"What be this bait?" Blix asked. "Please, teach me!"
"Innocence," the Dark Lord growled. "*Innocence!*"
Blix bowed low, and left to do her Master's bidding.
