Dark and Cold, the night is. Shadows and Darkness shrouds the sky. People yearn for the sun to fly, while others praise the elegant moon. On a remote island far away from the region, lies no other than the Regime's headquarters, remaining barren and isolated from any other creatures.
Through the hall of the Fallen King awaits malicious music and despair. Grunts and Elites scour the castle for intruders and troublemakers. Every night is a sleepless night for Arville and the Regime.
Imprisoning his wife, and only queen was definitely rambunctious and absurd. Nothing could ever defeat the King's ambitious mind. A mind filled with filthy memories, ambitious yearns, and other terrific things.
"Excuse me Ms. Xeryll, here's your dinner for the night." A maid spoke pleasantly as she unlocks the doors of the queen's room. Every night and day the queen continues to sob while holding a portrait of her and her family.
The queen didn't dare to escape even if the door was wide open. The maid placed the meal on top of one circular wooden table.
"Excuse me, my queen. Is there anything else I could get for you?" The maid questioned.
"No... That will be all, I'm fine." The queen responded with a solemn and grieving voice. She continued to stay on the corner of her room, yearning for someone to bring back her husband's real self.
"Alright then, I'll be heading out right now." The maid uttered softly while she leaves the room. She made sure that the door was sealed into its perfect galore.
An idea snapped on her mind, she has to do it, even if it means ruining the king's plan. Quickly the queen rushed, the other side of the room. She grabbed her phone and turned it to the contacts app.
"Come on! Come on!" The queen raged while roaming her room for signal. Finally after minutes of walking, a single bar of hope appeared on her signal symbol.
She contacted someone she wasn't suppose to contact. Yes, the queen is revolting against her own husband. Selfish desires, and decisions has shrouded her husband, all she wanted was a typical life like other families.
"Mother?! You were able to call me? It's midnight already." Camellia accepted the call. Her voice was those of a sleepy Snorlax, and her eyes squinted due to the blinding radiation.
"Camellia, I don't have much time! Please, do not go to the mountain, not ever! You don't know what your dad is planning to do with Kalem."
"Mother? What do you mean? And... how were you able to contact me?"
"Listen Camellia, I only have one bar of signal and it seems to me it's fading away slowly. Your father is trying to get hold of Kalem's pendant. If he grabs that pendant then the end of the world shall begin. A chain of Shadow Veils shall succumb to this land." Xeryll warned with a persuading voice as the signal slowly fades.
"What mom? I can't hear you... mother?" Suddenly... the signal disappeared and the call was quickly declined.
"No! No! Camellia!" Xeryll squandered her phone with rage as tears continued to burst forth like a dam. Camellia on the other hand continued to sleep. Her drowsiness distracted her from coping up with what's happening to her mother.
"Traitor!" Little did the queen know that the king was eavesdropping her. He entered we rage and burst the doors open with his Rhyperior. Looks like I wasn't the only one who did some grinding.
"Arville... what are you doing here?" Xeryll questioned with fear and worry. Her heart pounded louder than any before as she wishes that the king wouldn't do anything to her.
"Did you just tell our daughter my schemes?! I trusted you!"
"Arville, all I wanted was things to be back the way things were before. Please, don't let your ambitious mind take over again." Xeryll knelt and begged before the king while tears oozed down with pain and suffering.
The king was extremely mad at his wife. With his sword on his hand he sliced down the wooden table. The brittle plates broke into chunks while water oozed out of the glass. No matter what, the king tried to hesitate to slice off the queen's head.
"Arville you're a mad man! Don't you ever pity me and your daughter? You weren't always like this. I've supported you, but you're going too far. Please return to the husband I know, a hard working and loving father.
Don't let your ambitions take over. Please Arville... Please!" Xeryll begged while clinging to the king's pants.
"There's nothing I can do! I cannot stray from the path I chose, this is my will, this is what I want! This is my life, and no one can control it except for me!"
"Arville... don't do this, only pain will be brought upon you."
"Gods do not feel pain nor sadness. I thought you were a loyal queen of the Regime and me... It turns out, your a traitor as well! You and Hemera are no different!
If you keep on doing this, I'll have no choice but to file a divorce, so I could execute you myself!"
"Please don't. Please don't do this Arville. No matter how cruel you are to me, I'll still love you till the end of time, even if it means, sacrificing myself." Xeryll's tone declined. She revived a fainted instruction that the king has set upon her years ago.
"That was years ago. That plan has been scraped off. I'm sorry, but I really have to do this. Guards! Bring her to the dungeon." The King's tone raised to its limit as the guards surrounding the hallway rushed to the room.
"Imprison me... Slaughter me, or even kill me. I do not care, dead or alive I'll still love you. You will always be the Arville I remembered years ago. If only you were more patient and waited for Jirachi to make your dream into a reality who knows? Maybe we would be living in one house with our daughter, singing songs and playing together like what other families do." Xeryll uttered softly while the grunts tied her hand. Fiercely, the queen was dragged down the hallway and into the deepest reaches of the dungeon. The dungeon where Detective Looker is in.
The king suddenly stopped for a while. His rage cooled while looking at the grunts dragging her wife to the dungeon.
"What... have I done?" The king uttered softly as tears drooled down. No one could see the king's tears due to the helmet he hides his face on.
"I may not be the perfect husband, but I am doing this for the sake of not just our family but for the entire world," Arville spoke softly as he threw his sword to the barren floor. He regretted his decision of ordering his guards to bring his wife to the dungeon, but what's done is done, the only thing he could do is to move on and fulfill his ambitions.
Blood oozed on the queen's knees as the king's men drag her down to the bottom chambers of the Regime's castle. Never underestimate this dungeon, for secrets and enigmas bear within.
The prison cell was barely six feet by four. The walls were the same thick grey stone as the dwellings of the region, but instead of a wide window with a flower box there was a mean barred opening with thick metal bars and no glass. In the summer the fresher air was a relief, helping to alleviate the stench of festering sewage but in the cold seasons it let in a wicked draft and reduced the temperature to near freezing. It was no brighter inside than the gathering gloom of dusk, even at midday. The bed was a plank of wood on legs, there was no mattress, no cushioning, and only one thin blanket. It was either suffocatingly quiet or pierced with the screams of tortured inmates.
On her left, the majesty saw Lyra and Nate mourning with grief and suffering. Detective Looker's bleeding face gave the queen a horrific stare. Cell number 445 is where the queen was locked. For years to come, she'll be staying there until her dearest husband shows empathy.
The Elite forces of the king, are only loyal to him. Not to the queen, only to the king they submit. These men abides the king's orders no matter what, even if it means capturing the queen.
Xeryll was thrown inside of her cell as she faces embarrassment in front of the other prisoners. Inmates and intruders are alike laughed hysterically to see the queen mingling on the depths of the castle chamber. Detective Looker didn't give a poop about it, who cares about the queen anyways?
In the dungeon, people are treated like pigs. Men with authorities feed them with nothing but scraps from the king's table. Uncooked meat, broken bones, raw fish, and sometimes, when the king is angry, he feeds them with feces. Nah, I'm kidding, who even feeds people with feces? The king feeds them with brown pudding which tastes a bit like flour and baking soda mixed together.
"What's the all-mighty and all-powerful queen doing in the chambers of her own castle?!" One inmate mocked and disparaged while throwing stones at the queen's cell. These men are angry at the king and queen, some of them are officers, while some of them are grunts, fired, and strayed away.
The queen did not care about all the mockery shrouding her brittle mind. She stayed on the corner of her cell, crying and weeping for mercy. On her mind, she begged her husband to forgive her attributes, all she wanted anyways was to have a common family life.
Memories came rushing back like a thunder crashing down to fertile grounds. Everybody continued to mock her appearance while she covers her head with her arms.
"Don't go with him Xeryll, you'll regret it one day. If I were you, I would choose Draco instead, he's a gullible man. Whatever path you choose, you cannot stray from it." A motherly voice uttered on her head. She remembered the time when her mother persuaded her not to marry Arville. Being a stubborn daughter, she refused her mother's warning and continued life alongside with the current king.
Her mother warned her, she knew that she would regret her decision one day. Xeryll wished that the wheels of time could run on the opposite direction, if only she listened to her mother, this wouldn't have happened.
No matter how hard she regretted her decision to marry Arville, she still loved him, and deep inside? Xeryll forgave all the litigations of her husband for she knows how her real Arville acts like. Shrouded in the depths of ambitions, her husband is, only time will tell when the king's mind would slowly fade away.
The mockery buzzed throughout the sky, not a single one stopped. The queen's reputation was torn apart by those who have opposed her. Detective Looker didn't care about a single thing, he just continues to stare at the abyss, while waiting for his time to come.
Her Clefable came out of her Pokeball to comfort her trainer. She hugged Xeryll tightly, in the midst of the storm's mockery. Clefable hatched from an egg, and soon became the queen's favorite Pokemon. Every day, when she has free time, she would play with her Clefable, cherishing each moment and memory together. Seems childish for a queen doesn't she? Yes, the queen does have her soft side, just like a familiar leader I know in the Alola region.
"Clefable..." The queen uttered solemnly which tears oozed down. She rubbed her Cleffable's pointy but pinkish fur. Clefable did her best to comfort her trainer, remarkable indeed, Cleffable's bond with Xeryll is. A wasted warning turned her to a path she didn't ought to be.
Clefable is tall, pink Pokémon with a vaguely star-shaped body. It has long, pointed ears with dark brown tips and black, oval eyes with wrinkles on either side. A curled lock of fur hangs over its forehead, much like its long, tightly curled tail. On its back is a pair of dark pink wings; each wing has three points. Its hands have three fingers each, and its feet have two clawed toes and dark pink soles.
Clefable is a timid creature that flees when it senses people approaching and is one of the world's rarest Pokémon. Its sensitive ears can distinctly hear a pin drop from half a mile (one kilometer) away. Because of its acute hearing, it prefers to live in quiet, mountainous area of which it is protective. Using a bouncy gait, it is able to walk on water and sometimes appears to be flying using its small wings.
Don't get me wrong, Xeryll was once a trainer who strayed from her goal to be with Arville. Clefable somewhat is a sister towards Xeryll, but never underestimate her Meteor Mash move.
Xeryll actually has a liking towards Draco, but she'd prefer Arville over him.The queen's barren life is truly desolate indeed. Now, she lives to regret her decisions, but knows that one day? She, the king, and their daughter would soon live a typical life. A life, commonly experieced by families across the world. No barriers, no walls, in between, this is what the queen wants. In hopes for this to happen, she supports Arville's ambition so everything will finally be done. Once he's done with his ambitions, he can finally rest on a house with his wife, and daughter. Once salvation has been achieved, the queen hopes for her family to be united.
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