章節 86: Ch 85. Unova in the Past.
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Time passed, as the princess was soon called upon by a handmaiden, causing Annabelle to deflate visibly as she sagged down a bit and trudged after the maid ik desolation.
After the princess left, the first thing Ares did was call out his trusted partner and friend, Lucario. Appearing in a burst of blue light, Lucario looked around in confusion, the surroundings not what they had previously been.
The injuries Lucario still carried were nothing to scoff at either, as he was quicky shushed before Lucario could even begin to question Ares, as the latter took out a few potions from his bag.
"Calm down, Lucario. There is much to be said."
Lucario settled down, taking a spot beside Ares as the latter recounted a few things that had transpired in this short time, all the while receiving treatment.
There were multiple things he noticed in the short time he was awake, as he put every small piece of information together to figure out where he was. The result was astounding.
They were in Unova, more than a thousand years in the past.
To be precise, in a time where the princes had yet to start a war and raze the kingdom down to the ground.
Not only that, the sudden appearance of a princess was a new matter on its own. If he remembered correctly, there was no mention of a princess in the history books. From the remnants found form this era, the kings should have only had two sons, not a daughter.
Another important matter was the current state of the strange plates he had found in the ruins. They had shrunken down and embedded themselves in his arm. When he tried to get them off, they moved, out of reach from his hand. They had merged into his skin, much like the tattoo's he had seen on some people.
Now he had two things to work around with.
- The origin of these plates.
- His appearance in this era, as well as what kind of impact it would have on the future.
Surely the Original dragon knew something, as the princess had mentioned the pokemon, Vahirom. It was the guardian pokemon of the royal family, one that would soon split into Reshiram and Zekrom due to the fight between the princes.
Hearing a knock on the door, Ares quickly returned Lucario to his pokeball, tucking it away in time before a maid entered.
"My lord, dinner time has arrived."
With a simple gesture, four more maids arrived, as they pushing Ares towards the dressing room, the pair of clothing following after him.
He was stripped bare of clothes, his pokeball garnering some small interest, though it remained at just that. A hot bath of water was drawn, as he was scrubbed from head to toe, the clear water taking a slightly pink tint, no doubt from the blood that was caked on his skin.
Coming out, steam rising from his bare body, Ares refused their help for the moment, drying himself off with a towel, water leaking a trail behind him. One single handmaid rushed forward, bandages in her hands, as she deftly began to adress his wounds.
Waiting at the side, the maids revealed an intricate set of clothing, comprised of a tunic, a waistcoat of intricate black material, a jacket, a coat and a pair of leather trousers. Jewelry had been given as well in the form of a red broach.
Now dried and clean, the maids almost pounced on him as they dressed him up in but a few minutes, the attire fitting seamlessly on his body. Surely the maids had at some point taking his measurements, as the attire wouldn't have fit otherwise.
(Picture here*)
Picking out his pokeballs from the filthy pile of ruined clothing, he tied them to his waist, hidden behind the cloak fastened on his chest. His bag had been rolled up enough to be safely tucked away on his body as well, as some of his important items were stored inside of it. He didn't want the maids or someone else to rummage through it.
Such an item also being the Rotom phone, which had stealthily decided to escape from the bag, hiding in one of the breast pockets in the waistcoat. Looking wistfully at the ruined scarf, Ares felt slightly uncomfortable without it, yet with nothing to replace it, he had to do with what he had. looking in the mirror, he looked like a nobleman, one that had a rather stern yet strong appearance. His fangs protruded a bit, drawing the attention of those who looked at him.
Turning away from the mirror, he took a reassuring breath and tapped himself on the cheeks to cheer up a bit.
Now ready and dressed for a rather extravagant dinner, Ares was guided towards the dinning room, where the royal family was waiting for him to arrive.
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With the help of the guard and maid assigned to him, he was led through the rather massive castle into the dining room. On the way there, Ares spotted more than a few pokemon, though most of them appeared to be Bisharp. Each knight had a Bisharp pokemon partner at their side.
The castle itself appeared to be rather old.
The stone floors had been walked so many times, they had a shining reflection to it. The walls were decorated with painting about the history of the castle, or so the guard said as they passed by each one of them.
Then there were the gardens, which were personally taken care of by the queen herself, as ponds and flowerbeds were positioned in such a way that it was ascetically pleasing to the eye.
The guard did not seem particularly interested, as he moved past them with only a few words.
Ares however, found the gardens to be meticulously cared for, as there were more than a few pokemon who called the garden their home.
Silently following after the guard, they arrived in front of a closed door.
"Your Majesty, the honored guest has arrived."
The guard announced, after which he opened the door and gestured for Ares to move on alone.
Entering throught the rather tall doors, he was greeted by the royal family, now complete and awaiting his arrival.
At the head of the table sat the king, Archibald the fourth. From what he appeared like in the books, it would seem the battle for the throne had not yet started. Though it surely wouldn't be long before it did.
At his side was his queen, a sickly looking woman with her hair in a blonde braided bun. Her sky blue dress accentuated her blue eyes, her eyes tracing Ares's every move. Queen Catherine, the mother of both the twin princes and princess Annabelle. From what he could see, only Annabelle had taken after her mother, as both twin princes had taken after the king.
William the eldest son, sat at the other side of the king, while Adrian remained at his brothers side, glancing at Ares with a playful smile on his face, beckoning him to hurry.
Giving a small nod of the head in greeting, Ares walked towards the dinning table, a maid pulling back a chair next to the Queen on the right side of the table.
The queen flashed a short smile, her face paling a bit as she seemingly remembered something unpleasant.
Taking his seat, King Archibald the Fourth mumbled a few words of thanks, followed with the raising of his utensils. It was as if it was a sign, as all the members of the royal family began to dine as well.
"It is nice of you to join us, Ares. My daughter has spoken plenty about you. Her retelling of the little you shared has piqued my interest, to say the least."
King Archibald slowly ate, his eyes lingering on Ares as he continued.
"Tell me, Ares. What put you into the precarious state you had found yourself in? From what the healer reported to me, most if not all of your injuries were inflicted by the attacks of pokemon. What we know of pokemon, is that they are docile and kind in nature, the complete opposite of what you have most likely endured. What brought you their ire?"
King Archibald asked in a calm tone, taking slow bites as he savored his food with every bite.
Ares swallowed, starting his tale from a bit after he had entered Mount Silver.
King Archibald listened with fervour, intrigued by the story he was hearing. He had never heard of the contraption called a pokeball, though he had heard tale of something similar being developed in Hisui, though it was still a work in progress.
"The tale you share is both enlightening as well as frightening. The fact people use pokemon as tools of warfare and enslavement is baffling. Though as one who enlists pokemon in his service, I myself can not say I am not a part of this even with the different approach. As you have surely seen, more than a few pokemon live in this castle, yet none of them are captured or enslaved. All of them are here in service. They only work here because they want to. The sheer mention of the [Team Rocket] organization is appaling to listen to, as is the therm [Pokemon Hunter]. We are fortunate we do not have such a group in our lands."
At the kings words, his sons nodded in agreement, a pair of smiles mirroring each other on their faces, as confidence and righteousness brimmed forth.
"Now then, Ares, as you have just shared, where are the pokemon you own. While I believe your tale, it still baffles me that pokemon can be kept so easily on ones body."
King Archibals stared at Ares in curiosity, his plate of food already emptied, as were those of the other members of the royal family.
Finishing his food quickly, Ares wondered who he should call out. He was not planning to call any of his injured pokemon outside, as he would need to give them time to heal in their pokeballs. His only real option was Lucario and Mew, as the former had received some first aid just a few hours ago, while the latter should have restored a bit of her energy already, the mysterious plates having gone completely inactive ever since he arrived here.
Grabbing one pokeball, a small silhoutte appeared on his lap, rubbing her tired eyes as her head lolled back and forth.
"Mew. You up?"
Mew yawned loudly at his soft mutterings, her small yet sharp teeth showing to the others as she slowly floated up and rested on his shoulder, her blue eyes staring at the curious onlookers.
[Awake. As well as tired. Where are we?]
Mew soft feminine voice echooed in everyones head, startling the royal family, as this was only the second creature who could speak to them in this kind of way. The only other pokemon being their Guardian, Vahirom.
"We are in the Kingdom of the Vale."
Rubbing her head softly, Mew slowly woke up from his touch, as she peered around herself in curiosity, meeting the gaze of those present.
[What a bunch of strange people. This is once again a strange place we wound up in.]
Mew huffed, a small plate of snacks floating towards her as she began to eat the with a ferocity of one who had been starved for weeks.
"What kind of pokemon is this? It is so small, not at all what I expected from the pokemon you spoke of."
William spoke up, his eyes stuck to the unknown creature in front of him.
"This is Mew. She is a rather uncommon pokemon to encounter, even where I am from. She's been with me since young."
Mew waved her little paw in greeting, as a thought suddenly crossed her mind.
[How are the others? How bad are their injuries?]
Mew glanced around, seeing none of the pokemon she had come to like in their days of traveling.
"Resting and recovering. I'd say you and Lucario were better off than the others."
Handing her another plate, Ares answered a few more of the questions the royal family members asked, his gaze slowly being drawn to a figure laying down behind the king. Its figure was massive, something he shouldn't have overlooked yet somehow still did.
Vahirom, the guardian dragon of the royal family, one who would split up in the future.
A pair of glowing yellow eyes soon met his, a deep and old voice echooing inside of his head.
[I see the future that has been told as stories in your era. It is not a pleasant one, as it is filled in bloodshed.]
It's voice rang loudly in his ears, yet none of the others seemed to hear it, as their attention had been grabbed by Mew, none the wiser about what was happening between Vahirom and Ares.
[War is imminent, the queen mother will soon perish, war ensueing shortly after. Will you be able to change it, or will fate ordain the future to be as it is written?]
Vahirom chuckled, its eyes sparking with the unknown it was looking at.
[I look forward to the future you will forge.]
Breaking eye contact, Ares was once more back to the conversation going around at the table, which was ending soon.
"We have kept our guest up for long enough. I propose a bit of rest, especially since our guest is still recovering. It was a delight to have spoken to you, Ares. Do make yourself at home."
King Archibald waved his hand slowly in a parting manner, escorting his fragile wife outside of the dining room.
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