If there was one thing that Cresselia wasn't expecting, it was the appearance of her counterpart. No matter how much she may have wanted him to show up at that moment, she was still completely caught off-guard when she looked up to find him hovering a few feet away from her, a puzzled expression on his face.
"D-Darkrai..." She hoped that her tears weren't too audible in her voice as she shook her head and picked herself up, slowly resuming her hover. "What are you doing here...?"
Darkrai reached up to rub at the back of his neck. "I could ask you the same thing; you shouldn't be out here in this storm."
She blinked at him in response. He w
i have you in my dreams at night
you were holding my hands
then i awaken and you're not mine
now it's time to rise
She finds herself trapped within a dense fog: a cool and damp miasma so thick that it obscures her vision completely. She hasn't the slightest idea of where she might be, and considering that she can't even see a foot in front of her, it doesn't seem like she'll get an answer.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
Caught off-guard by the sudden noise, she glances around the area in a vain attempt to uncover the source of it. It sounds... almost like a clock. But where is it coming from? Her curiosity gets the better of her, and she begin
i think of you and i see me
i'm the one i thought i'd never be
i feel dirty - no purity
desire and yearning in your heart
no mercy for you, no mercy for me
He floats in what seems to be an endless sea of darkness; the only sources of light are the countless stars peppering the sky around him.
Everything is deathly silent, and yet, it's not a tense silence. It's more like the serene kind of silence that one would encounter on a warm midsummer's night - the kind of tranquility that can lull them into a gentle slumber that one would never want to awaken from.
It's the kind of silence that she would generate.
He isn't quite sure where he
As the embodiment of nightmares, Darkrai could always tell when the ones he inflicted on people ended, and for the last couple of nights, they'd lasted much longer than usual.
It was somewhat odd: most nights, shortly after the nightmares began, they would abruptly end thanks to the healing powers of his counterpart, Cresselia. But as of recently, they were lasting through the entire night and only ending when the recipients woke up for the day.
Not that he was really complaining - he usually only cast the nightmares as a defense mechanism, but that didn't mean he couldn't occasionally have a little fun with them too - but even he had to ad
Cresselia was not amused.
Things were starting to get really strange among the deities and titans. Although, to be fair, "strange" was a relative term when referring to them; at times, it seemed like she was the only one who held any sense of normalcy to begin with.
Dialga and Palkia were actually getting along for once, or so Giratina said. His definition of "getting along" tended to differ from most others', but to his credit, there did seem to be a noticeable change in the deities of Time and Space. Now, instead of constantly griping at each other and threatening to bite their heads off, the normally arrogant Dialga would just sit there
They were destined to fight.
It was unavoidable. They were opposites, after all - two beings created specifically to counter each other, and yet, at the same time, they both represented a side of the same celestial body: they were the new moon and the crescent moon, and without one, the other would become absolete. Without one, the other would lose its meaning. Without one, the other would...
It wasn't an aspect that either of them wanted to think about. But still, at the same time every year, they had to fight, if only to prove that the balance between light and darkness was still as stable as ever.
And so, it went like this: Darkrai woul
"Well, I can definitely tell you that it's not a physical ailment," she told him, "otherwise I'd actually be able to heal it."
The frown was evident in Darkrai's eyes as he gazed over at Cresselia skeptically. What did she mean, she couldn't heal it? She had the strongest healing powers of all of the deities, so if she couldn't heal him, then what would he do?
"But then, it might help if you actually told me what was wrong," the Lunar Pokémon continued. "Just saying 'there's a pain in my chest' doesn't help me very much, I'm afraid." She hovered there in front of him, regarding him with an unamused expression; if her arms were longer,
Cresselia stirred.
As soon as she felt herself regaining consciousness, the events of the night before started to flood back into her mind: she'd finally felt Darkrai's aura again, after so many months; she'd hurried over to his island in hopes of finding him; she'd restored his wounds using Lunar Dance, and thus had fallen into a deep sleep as a result.
She had yet to open her eyes, but something felt just a little bit off - the quiet drip drip drip noises she heard was an indicator that she was not in the small clearing she had passed out in, but rather, in a cave. Was it her own cave, or Darkrai's? She wasn't sure, and to be quite honest
He had returned - that much she was certain of.
Cresselia barely noticed that her wings were slashing through shrubs as she sped through the forests of Newmoon Island. She failed to notice that she was ripping blades of grass from their homes in the soil, or that wild Starly were being shooed from their nests. All she could think about at the time was him.
He'd been gone for a long time; she didn't know too much of the story, but word had it that Dialga and Palkia were involved somehow. Something about them nearly destroying a distant town? She didn't know. All she knew was that one day, she'd stopped feeling his presence, and that was extr
"You are pathetic."
That statement probably would've made a bigger impact, had Darkrai been awake to hear her.
Then again, she shouldn't have expected him to be; it was like this every time they left one of Arceus' parties. It was inevitable: one of the other legendaries - usually Raikou, Zapdos, or Ho-Oh, sometimes even Giratina if he was feeling particularly sadistic - would challenge Darkrai to a drinking contest. Darkrai was never one to back down from a challenge (even one as juvenile in nature as a drinking contest - what did they think they were, humans?) so of course he accepted every single time, and it always ended the exact same