RE: Legendary Tales (Part IV up)
Once again, apologies for the delay. I've been real busy with homework, plus I recently bought White, so I've been preoccupied by that, but I still managed to finish, proofread and edit the chapter within the weekend. So, not to keep you waiting, here's Part V!
“Dude… we killed Zapdos!”
“Yeah, we killed Zapdos. I thought we agreed not to mention this, though…”
“Oops…” Celebi laughed nervously. “I kinda forgot about that. Anyways, we should tell Mew we killed Zapdos.”
“Are you crazy? Do you
want Mew to be mad at us?” Jirachi laughed. “Maybe you’re right. I don’t know, though… let’s go to Mew’s house and then we’ll see.”
Celebi nodded in agreement.
“We need a map first, though,” he reasoned.
“Actually, I’ve been to Mew’s place before,” Jirachi said, recalling his last visit. He had been invited to the house for small talk over a delicious dinner of oran and pecha berries while Celebi stayed at home to write a report on newly discovered pokémon for the Legendary Council. Mew, Groudon and Jirachi had talked about many controversial issues over their private dinner, such as Arceus’s leadership and favoritism of Rayquaza. At the time, Mew had supported Arceus as the leader of the council, but eventually, he realized the tyranny and such going on due to this, and change his views. It did not occur to Jirachi to mention this to his companion.
“Really?” Celebi asked, surprised.
“Yeah… it’s not too far from here.”
“Oh, cool. Where is it?”
“That way,” Jirachi said confidently, pointing to his right.
“Are you sure?” Celebi asked doubtfully.
“Yes, I’m sure. Let’s go.” Jirachi quickly floated out of the house he and Celebi shared, turned to the right, and went down a few blocks, with Celebi following close behind.
***
When the two finally arrived at Mew’s house, they stopped and surveyed the house. Celebi was amazed at the quite unusual shape of it: two cubes, one standing on top of the other, each with its own doors and windows. Jirachi recognized it, though, and quickly floated up to the top cube, knocking on its door.
The door flew open, and would have sent Jirachi flying, had he not dodged just in time. Celebi quickly floated up to the door as well and saw Mew eagerly beckoning them in to the top cube. Jirachi quickly went in, while Celebi hesitated for a second. Before any more hesitation, though, Mew pulled him inside and shut the door as quickly as he had opened it. It made a satisfying bang as it closed.
Celebi was astonished at the inside of Mew’s house as well. Paintings of legendary pokémon—all of the human artists’ depictions wrong, of course—were plastered all over the walls. In the very corner of the room, a fire was lit on sudowoodo-shaped logs. Chairs, couches, and other places to sit covered the floor. Mew sat down in one of the chairs, a rocking chair near the fireplace.
“What brings you here?” he asked.
“Well, Mew--” Jirachi began, quickly interrupted by Celebi.
“We wanted to find out more about how the original Legendary Council was destroyed,” he said hurriedly, glancing nervously at Jirachi.
“Ah,” Mew said, smiling, “I knew you would want more details. Everyone always does. Anyways, to learn more about the destruction of the Legendary Council, you must understand the battle of Lugia and Ho-oh. You see…”
While Mew droned on, closing his eyes reminiscently, Jirachi leaned over to Celebi.
“What was that all about?” he whispered angrily.
“I chickened out,” Celebi admitted sheepishly, “I don’t want him to know.”
Jirachi sighed.
Mew opened his eyes and noticed the duo, not paying attention.
“I’m boring you, aren’t I?” he asked calmly. Jirachi and Celebi quickly shook their heads, but Mew disregarded this. “Hang on,” he said, quickly getting up and dashing down, through a hole in the floor, into the other cube.
“Uh… what is he doing?” Celebi asked nervously, as sounds of various objects being tossed aside waved up to them.
“He’s looking for something,” Jirachi said, “that’s his storage room.”
Mew darted back up into the cube with a book in his hand and held it out to Jirachi, who took it and carefully blew the thick dust off the cover. Celebi eagerly looked over his shoulder and read the title aloud.
“Legendary battles, volume two…”
Aside from the title, on the cover of the book was a magnificently incorrect interpretation of Lugia and Ho-oh. The former was rising from a stormy sea, water dripping from its back, while the other dragon waited above him, positioned to attack. Fiery clouds surrounded the sky behind Ho-oh, while the entire background for Lugia was covered by the water. Despite the artist having correctly painted the types of the pokémon, both the appearances and color were off—Lugia was shaded in black where it was supposed to be gray, and purple where it was usually blue. Its wings, instead of branching out like fingers at the ends, seemed glued together. Ho-oh had been painted in pure grayscale, and its feet were missing.
“Is that supposed to be…” Jirachi trailed off, too absorbed in concentrating on the cover of the book to finish his question.
“Yes,” Mew said, “that is what some believed Lugia and Ho-oh to look like.”
“So this is a book about the battle between them?” Celebi asked. Mew nodded.
“Go ahead and take the book for a while. I don’t need it for anything.”
“Cool!” Jirachi smiled, tucking the book under his arm and floating out the door. “C’mon, Celebi, let’s go!” Celebi shrugged, waved a quick goodbye to Mew, and followed Jirachi.
***
“You know, I remember this battle,” Celebi mentioned as they began traveling back towards their home.
“Are you sure it’s not the battle between Kyogre and Groudon that you’re remembering? This one was quite a while ago,” Jirachi said, obviously concerned. Celebi laughed.
“No, I was alive during this one, too,” he said, “I was just hiding.”
“Hiding? From what?”
“From the same thing that destroyed the legendary council… that,” Celebi said, pointing at the book under Jirachi’s arm.
“You mean to tell me that this battle was so intense that you actually had to hide from it?”
“Yes. It destroyed the entirety of Kanto, and several locations in Johto. Luckily, Ilex forest was safe.”
“Well, since you were hiding, it certainly should be just as interesting for you as it is for me to read this,” Jirachi pointed out.
“True.” Celebi paused. “Hey, why don’t we just read it right now and return it to Mew?” he suggested. “It should be pretty short, the battle only lasted two years.”
“All right,” Jirachi said, and pulled out the book, opening it and flipping through to the first section of the book. Printed in broad letters across the top of the page were the words ‘Cause of the Battle.’
“This ought to be interesting,” Celebi noted, and began reading over Jirachi’s shoulder while Jirachi read aloud.
“Not much is known about the reasons why Ho-oh and Lugia went into battle. However, based on intensive research from our team’s many journalists, it has been guessed that the battle originated based on a disagreement over…”
They kept reading as they moved for several hours, not even paying attention to where they were going, occasionally switching the reader.
When they reached the last page, it was already quite dark outside. They finished the book using just the moon’s light, and they looked around, once again lost.
“We should probably return this book to Mew tomorrow,” Celebi said.
“We should find our way home first, though,” Jirachi said. Celebi laughed.
***
“Okay, what’s this?” Jirachi examined the note stuck on Mew’s door. Hastily scribbled were the words ‘gone explorin’. be back next year.’
“Mew goes exploring? Wow.” Celebi shook his head in disbelief.
“Why are you so surprised?” Jirachi asked.
“He’s... well, he's old. And for a whole
year? Wow.”
Jirachi chuckled.
“Mew goes exploring all the time. Age has never stopped him.”
“In any case, though, we should probably put the book on his, er, doorstep."
Jirachi carefully set the book, face-down, in front of the lower cube of Mew’s unusual house.
“This should do,” he said, satisfied, and the two quickly floated away.
***
Mew arrived home and tossed his pack aside, distracted by the small package in front of his doorstep. He bent over and picked it up, judging from its shape that it was a book. He brushed off the thick dust that had formed on it to find that he was looking at the back. He turned it over to see its cover, and immediately realized what it was based on the amazingly inaccurate painting on the front.
Smiling, he picked up his pack, put the book in it, and went into his house.