|Entering Turnback Cave
Author: super-rat PM
Somewhere, hidden in a misty area, lies Turnback cave. A place that represents death to many. Some call this place home. One day, the Renegarde himself recieves a visitor and lives clash once more...Giratina POVRated: Fiction K+ - English - Friendship/Adventure - Giratina & Dawn/Hikari - Chapters: 3 - Words: 6,494 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 15 - Follows: 7 - Updated: 10-24-09 - Published: 10-20-09 - Status: Complete - id: 5456785
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Another Story that involves Giratina and a certain someone…
I don't own pokemon, only this story…AND because no one seems to have said anything yet, I'm claiming the right to start PLATINUMSHIPPING (Giratina x Dawn). There. I said it. Yaay…
Taking a breather was one of the best ideas I've had in a long time. Seriously, most of the time I've been either floating around the Distortion World keeping an eye on things around the real world, or I'm hitting some random ghost Pokémon that happened to be causing more mischief then usual. Although, that IS rather fun I'll admit, I haven't had some quality air for a long time. My home here in the real world, Turnback Cave, hardly has any air flowing through due to the amount of distortion around the place, even if that's my entire fault, not to mention that I have no reason whatsoever of changing it, as practically all trainers that ever visit mostly get lost and end up in the entrance room and never catch sight of me.
The area of the cave is surrounded by a high slab of rock, blocking ever-curious eyes from view. Once upon a time, the lake was at level with the Lake spirit's whose caves are also underneath the lake, but as time wore on, courtesy of Dialga, the lake lost a few levels of water, and it's possible for trainers and explorers alike to visit. Of course, just because its possible to enter Turnback cave, doesn't mean that you'll have the courage to even enter it. Mist constantly rises from the lake known as the Sendoff Spring which coats the area in a fine fog, making the area cold and damp. I breathed through my nose to take in that very mist, allowing my black wings to stretch out as I opened my mouth to yawn widely. As I did, the scent of a foreign fragrance was noticed; it reminded me of some flowers upon a blossoming tree that I had chanced upon on one of my trips around the Sinnoh region; somewhere near Lake Verity. It was also a fairly familiar scent, not of Pokémon but a human scent.
Smacking my mouth close, I stood still with my golden toes on all six of my legs digging into the ground as I considered my options. One, I could turn right around and head back inside my cave as I usually do, for this person who may or may not find me, who will probably get lost along the way inside the cave and appear at the entrance room like so many others before. Or, I suddenly thought, I could wait here instead, watching for whoever it was to arrive close towards the area, wonder over the collapsed bridge which was over the top of the area, which would then peer down and see me, who might scream in terror and run off or might challenge me to a battle. A smirk curled its way on my face as I thought of that. Hmm…a battle against a Pokémon trainer would be entertaining, compared to the random attacks on wandering Pokémon in the cave and out here…there would be numerous different strategies involved, injuries would more then likely occur to both sides of the party and it would be enthralling and exhilarating to participate in.
A very entertaining idea in the least; one in which I would more then welcome…
An inhuman cry of pain resurrected me from my thoughts and it took me a moment to remember that wild Pokémon existed around the area as well as in the cave behind me. That trainer would be fighting with his or her own Pokémon in the process of exploring the area. They were strong here, fighting amongst each other and the occasional ghost Pokémon at night would not to mention myself as I flew around on the odd occasion, scaring them witless with a single, loud cry. He or she would be expecting strong Pokémon further in. It was at that moment in which I decided on my first choice, I would lie in wait, eager for a challenge from this intruder. I glanced around once more, eyeing the lake and the mist before turning around and heading inside the cave, ducking my head as I entered the cold and misty cave.
There was one plan I hadn't thought of until that moment: instead of waiting at the final room, I would follow whoever it was from here, where the inscription was, all throughout the many confusing rooms until she found her way and, if he or she eventually might, through to the final room, in which I usually wait for, standing tall and proud with the portal to the Distortion World underneath my feet.
I moved with ease, gathering shadows around myself as I went, and I hid in the corner of the room, waiting with eagerness for that person to enter if she or he dared. I picked up the sounds of a Pokémon heading down the wall with Rock Climb, the sound of that previous Pokémon being sucked inside the Pokéball, and then a few footsteps sounded against the rocky entrance. I held my breath, anticipating the person to come in, but no, whoever it was seemed to be looking over the lake. It's rare for someone to do that. I held back the thought of peering around the door to spy; I would be doing plenty of that soon.
I shifted a little, getting a cramp in my front two legs from standing so still and that made me reconsider my plan of stealth just for a moment. But all that was soon forgotten as a single hand appeared against the wall inside the cave entrance. I cut of my air supply sharply as two bare legs wearing pink boots uncertainly stepped forward inside. I struggled to keep my voice from sounding as a small figure soon followed. It was a female human, one who sparked something in my mind, a distant memory of meeting this human before.
She had a long, white scarf that looked rather thick around her shoulders which contrasted nicely with the red overcoat she wore. On her head, there was a white hat which covered her top half of her head, but her raven-coloured hair cascaded around past her shoulders with part of it in a ponytail. Those aforementioned pink boots had made their way towards the slab of rock with the first inscription on it, her bare hands were trailing over it slowly as she read each word carefully, seeming to mull over them. I knew how puzzled some humans, especially archaeologists and explorers, would get; turning over those words in their mind as they went from room to room, trying to discover what the hidden meaning is, filling in the blanks and such.
She was murmuring the words underneath her breath, but I still heard them.
"Past three pillars…offer up…to the…before 30 is surpassed…" I shivered with delight as she read those old and decayed words out loud.
Her fate is almost sealed now; she seems to be a curious type; one who will step forward with courage. She still faced the brown altar-like slab of rock with her hands now resting on her hips. I leaned forward slightly and took a small yet needed breath of air. Her scent wafted through me, sending my mind reeling back into well-kept memories; memories of her in the Distortion World…
I knew her once. She was searching for me after having followed me from the Spear Pillar…
My mouth opened silently and a small sound emerged from it while I was reflecting. As I did, I immediately shut my own mouth, cursing silently at my ability to not keep quiet.
Her figure froze; her heartbeat stilled for a moment before picking up at double pace. My next lungful of air confirmed her fear as her floral scent was mixed with the scent of adrenaline. Normally I would relish this moment, basking in the usual expression of terror having just appeared before whoever it was, my body covered in darkness, my red eyes and matching wing-claws being the only light until I opened my mouth in a wild and loud roar. But not for her. Oh no, never her.
Her hands left her hips and were reaching for the medium-sized white bag that rested on her shoulder.
I had little choice; I activated my Shadow Force, and vanished from all sight. Every shadow that I had gathered around myself, my whole body, disappeared from all view, every single bit of evidence lost. So, when she finally turned with a Pokéball in her hand, there was nothing there except a bare corner.
I stayed where I was, wondering what she would do now; leave out of fear? Continue from curiosity? Search the room? Bring out a Pokémon? The choices were endless.
Waiting for her decision seemed to take ages; every shift of her body was noted in my mind; the bite of her bottom lip, the squeeze of the Pokéball and the general frantic glance-around-the-room with her wide, black eyes.
She still seemed worried, but as I watched, she glanced down at the red and white capsule once before returning it to her bag.
She moved around the rock slab with a hand trailing over the wall. My breathing increased as she walked towards the north door, if you could call it a door that is. It's really a portal; one that I made; one of the many that reside here. No one can see through the blackness until you step though.
She approached the entrance, and stepped through the door/portal with determination. I followed in absolute silence; not a single wing flap or the sounds of my footsteps were heard. I did not want to give myself away or to startle her like that again.
With her scent burned into my mind, I moved away, into the wall as she moved quietly into the first room. Pokémon inhabited this area with the exceptions of the rooms with the pillars, the entrance room with the inscription and my own one where the portal to the Distortion World was; where I would normally be waiting.
But not now.
Not when this floral scent was compelling me to do things I would not normally consider; such as stalking.
And then I remembered her name. Dawn. The rising sun, greeting the land with warm sunlight, ready for a new day. There is no light here; only self-generated light.
I smirked suddenly, feeling powerful as she walked around the room, examining the rocks that were scattered around, making patterns in this cold cave. Mist generally inhabited the area, seeming to stretch out its cool fingers, beckoning one forward, usually at their own expense. But Dawn didn't notice the mist, she was busy fiddling with her bag; searching for something. I crept out of the wall cautiously; sleuth mode still on. She was holding another Pokéball, from its scent, it was containing a different Pokémon from before, which proved correct as the capsule gave out white light, and a Staraptor appeared. It hovered in the air before descending down upon the ground, gazing questionably at Dawn with a tilt of its red-combed head.
"Staraptor, use Defog!" Cried the black-haired female. At once, the Staraptor started flapping its wings, causing odd, light blue crescents to appear which flung into the fog. The fog immediately disappeared. However, the Pokémon hidden in the mist; two Haunters, did not.
Thus, somewhat angry that their hiding place had been discovered, they glided towards her, hands outstretched. Her Staraptor moved into action, clipping them both with his wings which caused them to flinch a little, one turned and watched the grey and black bird as it swooped around, while the other gazed hungrily at Dawn.
I suddenly dropped Shadow Force right behind her; glaring at the purple ghost with my mouth partly open; ready to roar it into the afterlife. It backed away quickly, grasping its friend with him before vanishing into a wall. Unfortunately, Dawn's Staraptor saw me too, but I vanished before it could hit me.
Dawn's reaction was slow; she had to recover from the fright of the ghost Pokémon, notice her Staraptor's expression and turn around to where I was. Or still am, just invisible. She gulped and her hand tightened on her bag strap as she took an uncertain step forward. And then she took another. If I moved my feet or attempt to fly away, she would hear me. I breathed slowly, letting out the air I always hold in near her, and she blinks once as her hair wavers around in the sudden yet soft gust of air before backing away slowly. She seemed doubtful and uncertain but I was sure now; she would reach the end of Turnback cave.
She approached the Staraptor, who had finished gaping at where I was and had turned towards her with a tilted head. She recalled it inside the Pokéball with a flash of red light, and then headed over towards the left-hand side door. I smirked knowingly from my spot; it was the correct door. If she went through it, she would find one of the three pillars.