The Victini Legend Remastered

THE VICTINI LEGEND
“A few thousand years ago, the Earth was in complete and utter peace.  The light and joy reverberated throughout the world, no crimes nor misdemeanors were ever thought of neither committed in that Era. Fighting, arguments, or even Pokémon battles didn’t take place in that time. Both humans and Pokémon lived in harmony with the God sent Pokémon that assisted in creating the Pokémon species-Arceus, also known as the original Pokémon.  Arceus resided in the most beautiful place in the world at that time, the green, lush Drasil Forest. This paradise was specifically created in celebration of peace, joy, and other aspects of light. The Drasil Forest, even though plague and war free like everywhere else in the world at that time, was a retreat for both Pokémon and Humans alike, they would come in flocks at a time to visit Arceus, and they would even chat together, the mists of the forests bringing unearthly comfort to the creatures in the forest.
One fateful day, God commanded Arceus to make another to assist him, and the creature obeyed. Arceus was proud in his work-although small, the Pokémon, named Mew, he created was an excellent helper, and she had a magnificent power; the power of telekinetics and beyond, plainly known now as the type Psychic. Although willing to work near Arceus everyday, Mew began to get lonely, and began to get sad and mournful, and was less enthusiastic in her work. Arceus, without God’s permission, extracted Mew’s DNA, and combined it with the plants of the forest, the wings of early bug-type Pokémon, and even the temporal powers that resided in the Time Master Dialga, and used that concoction to create a new Pokémon, Celebi. Celebi and Mew quickly got along, and Arceus realized that they both were a great help to him, and helped him more than he thought they would. Arceus soon went insane with creating his helpers. By combining the pure extract of wishes that resided in Pokémon hearts and stardust, he created Jirachi, and even after that, by mixing heart-changing powers and ocean waters, created the Seafaring Pokémon Manaphy.
After losing control, Arceus created Victini, the rebel. V-shaped ears and wings sprouted out of its back customized the Pokémon, it was both orange and peach colored. Arceus, after bringing it to life, it opened its sapphire eyes to gaze into Arceus’ red ones, and then started to question him.
‘Where am I?” It asked Arceus, in a harsh, already defiant way.
“You are in the Drasil Forest,” Arceus responded, unsure of the tone the Victini was using. The Fairy-like Pokémon flashed in a red hot glow, spouting pure fire out of its body, in pure rebellion.
Arceus took a step back, still facing the Pokémon with dignity.
‘Who are you?’ It asked through its telepathy, glaring at its creator with harsh, fiery eyes.
‘I am the Original Pokémon. I created you, and all other Pokémon.’ Arceus responded with its telepathy.
Victini paused, then, something came over it. It exploded into flame, its heart angry.
“Original Pokémon!?” It thought to itself, in an inferno of rage. It was furious at Arceus. “Nothing can control me, nothing can overrule me” The rodent thought to itself.
Arceus could sense the Pokémon’s rage, but didn’t know what to make of it, since he never had an experience with the feeling before. He didn’t know how to protect himself then, since no Pokémon had ever attacked before-Victini was the first.
The Victory Pokémon sprung up to the Original Pokémon, and attacked him with pure flame.  He burned and deeply wounded Arceus, and then proceeded to attack the whole forest with his angry fire. Arceus had never seen the abilities of Pokémon used for destruction, and didn’t have the endurance to withstand the harsh and brutal attacks, so for the first time, a Pokémon fainted. Victini, meanwhile, ran rampant through the Drasil Forest, setting everything aflame. No one knew what to do, no one could stop the rodent Pokémon, since humans were powerless, and Pokémon, including Mew, Celebi, Jirachi, and Manaphy, didn’t know how to fight. Those four fled the forest, only taking Arceus with them, in hope there would be survivors.  There weren’t.
Overwhelmed by sorrow, the two governors of Time and Space glared down at the rebel, cursing insults at it. They stated that one day, Victini would be caught by a hero, and be taught the true meaning of what it was created to be. In return, Victini guffawed mockingly at the thought of having a master, unbelieving that anyone could control his power.
‘I am Victini, Lord of Victory! Nothing can ever withstand my power!” Victini shouted up at the heavens, then fled in a brilliant flash of fire. The more Victini fled, the more battling started to be born, and now, it is wired in Pokémon brains to fight, and battle.”

As I read the tale aloud, the old library even seemed to be listening in pure astonishment. My partner, Midnight, even looked astounded for a second, but as I closed the book and glanced at him, he shook his head and smiled smugly at me. He always wanted me to believe that he never believed old folk tales, I never knew why.
“Hah, whoever wrote that delightful…piece of work, must’ve been a total nutcase. We all know that there isn’t such a thing as Victini.” He said, matter-of-factly, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair, closing his eyes.
“’Nite, you know it’s been proven that Victini actually exists…somewhere,” I responded, putting the book back in its proper place with a hard push, the force sending up dust over me.  “There is always a possibility that things…can exist, that things are real. Never doubt anything…because even the most farfetched things can be true.”
“What, you hear that on some chick flick?” Midnight grunted as I sat back down on the wooden chair.
“No, Midnight! I came up with it myself, I’m pretty proud of it.” I said, resting my head in my hand. I was getting drowsy, but I wanted to spend the night up, reading books about the times of the old.
“Ami, you know it was just a fable to teach people to not play as God.” Midnight responded coolly, sticking his feet up in the air. He flashed a grin at me, giving me a look that made me smile.
“Well, if you don’t believe those tales,” I said with a sing-song voice. “How can only I understand what you’re saying? Remember that Elder told us that it was because of a deep bond? What scientific theory is there behind that?”
The Zoroark was left baffled, his mouth hanging open, his cerulean blue eyes staring into my brown ones. His fur was glossy and beautiful even in the dim light of the Canalave Library. He shook his head and started to smirk again.
“I guess you’re right, Ami, I guess you’re right.” Midnight laughed, closing his eyes and shaking his head slowly, drifting off to sleep.
(The next part is a revision of my original version, this is also in the original story.)
It always seems like the odds are against me, ever since the day I was born. When my mom was going into labor with me, an Absol appeared and started creating havoc in my town. Though my sister Amaris was able to catch it and end the chaos, I was born with a terrible sickness which almost took my life. As I grew up, the sickness never seem to let up, I couldn’t go out and play, I couldn’t go to school, I couldn’t do anything. I felt trapped. By the time I was six years old I could see that my troubles were becoming everyone else's. My sister was forced to stop her training to rush me back and forth to and from many hospitals. My mother and her were always tired because they only got a few hours of sleep each night because I was haunted by terrible nightmares. With a heart over come with sorrow, I realized that I had become a burden to my family.

After three days of harsh thought, I ran away from home, into the remains Drasil Forest. I ran as fast as my weak legs could take me, but I was constantly stopping, and nearly fainted multiple times. Every step was a nightmare of pain in my legs, but I was determined to press on. Finally, when my body could no longer stand the abuse, I stopped and fell to my knees. As I looked around I discovered that I was lost in an ugly, burnt, terrifying place. The trees were all charred and burnt, and the only plants around was dead grass. It was scary there, to a six year old at least. I laid there on the forest floor for what felt like hours, my body aching, my insides burning. I thought I was going to die there, alone in the forest. Then, in the distance, I heard a wail of a poking. It was coming from in front of me. I wanted to investigate, but I couldn’t move. My body was in so much pain, I hadn’t thought to bring my medicine with me. But then, the wailing turned into screams. Finally I pulled my self up and crawled in the direction of the screams. I was terrified but for some reason I was drawn to the cries of the pokemon. I needed to find it. I came to a clearing with a solo tree stump. Behind a dead tree, a Gengar was attacking a Zorua. At first, I didn't know what to do. No-one was there to help me. No Pokemon trainer was there to challenge the Gengar; I was the only one who could help. I saw into the frightened eyes of the Zorua, and some how, I felt stronger. I felt determined. I felt like…my sister. She was a great trainer and I had always envied her and her Zoroark. It was then and there I knew what to do. So, with six year old mentality, I dived, scooped up the Zorua in my arms, and took off. The Gengar followed us, howling out with a frightening cry, but I never looked back. I could hear Gengar behind us. He was close, I could almost feel his breath on my back. But then, when all hope seemed lost, a pink orb of light zoomed in out of nowhere and attacked him, sending him hurtling back into the forest. As fast as it came, the pink orb took off. With the Zorua in my arms, I dropped to the grown and rested. Sweat dripped down my face as I gasped. I could inhale only shreds of air at a time. The Zorua heard me panting. The Zorua looked up at me and started licking my face, but I had to hold him back because I couldn’t breath with him in my face. He looked at me with sadness. After a few minutes, I told him that I was really sick and probably going to die. His eyes widened, and he wiggled out of my arms and took off. I was on the verge of crying. Not even Pokemon wanted to be with me. I collapsed to the grown and began to feel the full power of my sickness over come me and I passed out. It was over. Or so I thought.
I awoke as I felt a light scratch on my cheek. Zorua came back with Oran Berries in his mouth. He dropped them on my lap and nodded.
"You want me to...eat them?" I asked.
He nodded. I was hesitant at first. My mom had always kept a very clean house and warned me the dangers of bacteria and germs. But the Zorua wouldn’t let me be, he started whining and crying, so I gave in. As I ate, I began to feel better, not a lot, but a little better. I hugged and thanked him.
I started my new life out here in the forest. We quickly became best friends. He taught me where to look for berries, where I could find fresh drinking water, and showed me where to take shower. After about a month in the forest with him, I thought of a perfect name for him.
"Okami will be your name!" I declare one night.
Okami looked up and me and responded. "O...Ka...Mi?" He asked.
I was shocked. Like seriously. He talked. Was I crazy? He could talk? I stared at him, dumbstruck. All I could do was bob my head up and down.
"Wha..t's y..our n..ame?" He asked.
"…Amira." I replied.
"A..mead..dah." He said back.
I shook my head and stared in disbelief. I honestly couldn't believe it! I had a Pokemon! Not only that but he could talk, and he liked me for who I was. It wasn’t long after that when my mother and sister found me living in the forest. They were furious that I ran away but so happy that they found me. And neither of them could believe that I had been taken care of myself. Finally I was well enough that my sister could finish her training and become a member of the Elite Four.
I myself was also determined go out and face the world of pokemon. It took years for me to convince my mother, but finally she aloud it. She knew I was like my sister: strong, smart, and determined.
So Okami and I set out to face the world. And in my heart and mind I have one goal. To not only be like my sister, but better than her. I would prove once and for all, that even with odds against me, I was the greatest Pokemon Trainer of all time.
I remember originally naming Midnight Okami, but changing it to Midnight, named after my old Poochyena. I also remember changing my name…my name to Ami. I wanted to live a new life…with a new name, a new identity. It worked, no one ever knew that I was the sickly, weak, small Amira, they thought of me as the quiet, midnight champion, fighting in the shadows with the named “Master of Shadows”. At least, when I was in my town. I spread the rumor via Chatot that I was in fact dead, and everyone in town believed it. I changed my looks, I gained weight, I wore clothes contrasting on a very different scale compared to what I used to wear, and I started to wear glasses…a new identity, a new life. A new identity, a new life.