Pokemon Legends: Lamonica prologue 3

PikaCarter2025 · July 19

This is the third part of my pokemon fanfic. This part is meant to build character for the villain. Enjoy! :)

The Darkness Within

One day, many years before the war, Quorom was on is way back to the palace, from a meeting, with King Shiroboshi and King Hades of Lamonica and Lacos, respectively, when he heard something behind him, “Who’s there?” He asked, in a slow, drawling voice. “I am Jeremy, but you won’t need to know that much longer,” said the person following Quorom. “Now why would you say that, Jeremy?” Quorom inquired. “Simple, because I’m about to beat you, in a Pokémon battle,” Jeremy said, with a sly grin, sending out his Victini and Celebi. “Fine, I will battle you and vanquish you,” Quorom said, with a look of disgust, sending out Latias and Latios. “Alrighty then, quick Victini use V-create! Celebi, use Psychic,” said Jeremy, with a look of glee. “Do you really think it’s that simple?” Quorom queried, “Latias terasteralize, use Tera Blast! Latios, mega evolve, use Eon Blast!” Latias shot a blue bolt of flame at Celebi as Mega Latios finished Victini quickly. “I’m not done yet either!” shouted Jeremy, “Go, Mew, Jirachi!” Quorom laughed as if he was in no danger saying, “Is that all you’ve got? Those Pokémon are pathetic!” “Mew, use Psystrike, Jirachi, use Wish Maker,” Jeremy hastily instructed his pokemon, with a wave of psychic blasting at the fire tera Latias, and green aura surrounding Mega Latios. “Just because you knocked out Latias, doesn’t mean it’s over, go Zygarde! Now quick, Zygarde, use Dragon Claw, and Latios, use Luster Purge!” Quorom shouts with glee, followed by Zygarde, quickly finishing Jirachi, but Mega Latios fails their attack. “Argh, fine,” Jeremy says in annoyance, sending out Hoopa, “Go, Hoopa!” Another smirk crosses Quorom’s face as he says, “It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance, but I’m afraid our time is up. Go, Giratina, finish them!” Giratina quickly unfolds from the shadows, and uses a move unknown to mankind, defeating Jeremy’s pokemon in an instant, and locking his poke balls. Jeremy stares up in horror, at Giratina, quickly turning around to flee. “He learned a lesson today, one he’ll never forget,” Quorom says smugly, as he walks into the darkness. Soon Quorom is stopped by a realization, one that makes him go cold, Was he... Testing me? Thinks Quorom with a chilling sensation. He then continues off, thinking about his past, suddenly, Quorom is in a room from his memories; “Dad?” asks a young voice from the blue. “Yes son?” Says Quorom. “Why did we move to Venmos?’ Quorom’s son questions. Responding quickly Quorom says, “It’s a long story, but I just thought it would be best if we moved here, instead of the cold region of Vapora.” Then suddenly, as though it were meant to happen – because it was – Quorom's son disappeared and, in his place, was the legendary Pokémon Giratina. In a cold, slithering voice, Giratina said, “You, Quorom, you will come with me and help me to destroy Arceus, or you will never see your son again.” ‘Y-yes,” Quorom barely managed to stammer out. Suddenly Quorom returns to the present, but just as quickly, is yanked into the past again. Quorom is outside the castle, in which he rules, and he is fighting for the throne. “Give up, stark, and I will spare you in my new reign!’ Quorom declares, signaling Giratina to use Phantom force on Stark’s Nidoking. “Please, stop, I-I I surrender,” Stark says as the crowd shouts, “No, King Stark, we want you!” “It is already too late, he has already surrendered!” Declares Quorom, taking the crown from Stark. “All hail King Quorom,” Stark chants starting the crowd’s chant, “All hail King Quorom, All hail King Quorom, All hail King Quorom,” over and over again. Quorom returns to the present, his hands clutching his head and... quiet, until. Quorom is in the throne room, laughing as his subjects attempt to amuse him. “My lord?” Asks an advisor. “Speak,” Quorom responds. “Uh-um well, we saw the boy, Siege, with the Pikachu you were hunting,” the servant replies. “What?! The Pikachu? The one from the prophecy? No, we can’t let this happen, we must capture it, have everyone on alert and have them go after those two. I want the boy... disposed of,” Quorom says, clearly aggravated. “Yes, your majesty,” the servant says and hurries away. Quorom, finally firmly planted in the present, makes his way back to the palace, thinking about those memories.