Hello everyone! I'm writing yet another fic for the Pokemon fandom, but this time, its for Ikarishipping! Hope you all like it!
By the way, this fic is like a companion piece to Ethreal. :3
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon.
Terrene
Prologue
Decades ago, Sinnoh had been ruled in a just manner.
It may have been because of the way the Kaiser had chosen to rule his empire, for he wanted his people to live happily in a just society.
It was Utopia.
The citizens love the Kaiser, and he loved them in return. For him, they were like his children. For them, he was the father who loved all his children equally.
However, the ultraconservative right did not agree with the way the Kaiser ruled. In the days of the old, they said, Kaisers ruled with an iron fist. They had even gone as far as to compare their empire with Hoenn, who, at that time, had a sadist for an Emperor.
However, times have changed.
Before, Kaisers had total authority over everything.
They rival the summoners when it comes to having an authority over the gods.
They rival the lawmakers when it came to politics, choosing only the best laws that would benefit only them.
Their lavish lifestyle made the poor even poorer.
This arrogance of theirs only ceased when the gods Dialga and Palkia deemed them unfit to be summoned by someone as greedy and corrupt as they were. Using their power, they have placed a complicated tattoo-like seal on the Kaiser's whole back. The purpose of this, they say, was for a Kaiser to learn total obedience. A summoner was to have complete authority over him, for she possessed the power of the gods.
This led to the long-standing tradition of Kaisers marrying a summoner chosen by the deities.
The marriage was a partnership like no other. Both had benefitted from it, and through this, the Kaisers learned how to treat their subordinates. More often than not, Kaisers and summoners fall in love in the course of their marriage.
However, the heir of the current Kaiser thought otherwise.
His name was Shinji, and he thought it was ridiculous for a man to show subservience to a woman. Especially since his father was the ruler of all Sinnoh, he was not used to the idea.
At age twelve, he made a promise to himself.
He will not rely on a summoner.
He will not fall for a summoner.
He will make sure that the summoner meant for him is to be killed.
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Six years later…
"Are the accommodations for the summoner to her liking?"
Hikari ignored the sarcasm of the dungeon guard and looked away. Currently, she was at the Veilstone Royal Palace's dungeon, being treated like a prisoner. How could the Kaiser do this to her? After all that she had done to remove the seal on his back, she becomes a criminal?
This is my fault. If only I didn't fall for that trick…!
It was too late for regrets now.
He had Darkrai under his command now, and there was nothing she could do about it. She still did not have Cresselia, so if the Kaiser will use Nightmare on her…
She shuddered in fear. She didn't want that to happen.
"Hey, answer me!" cried the guard.
"No." she said stubbornly.
The reply nearly cost her her life.
She suddenly got a whip lashed at her back.
It stung, but it wasn't enough to make her cry out in pain.
"Will the summoner talk? Or will she be more stubborn than ever?" taunted the dungeon guard, playful hitting the whip against the palm of his other hand. "Well?"
"The summoner answers to no one but the gods of Sinnoh." Suddenly, her sapphire-colored eyes turned yellow gold. "And you, mere mortal, do not have the right to treat the summoner this way."
With that, the summoner stood up and aimed her palm right in front of the guard's face. "Confusion."
Though the attack may have been called 'weak', it was not the case for humans. One blast of psychic energy was enough to render the person unconscious, and the side effect of such an attack was temporary insanity. The unfortunate person had to be hospitalized for a month or so before going back to duty.
Because of this, the Kaiser had to enforce stricter measures.
He had Hikari move to a different cell wherein her wrists and ankles were to be chained against the wall. She was also to be rendered unconscious for most of the time, only waking up when she was to eat a small bowl of gruel to keep her alive and to take a bath, which consisted of splashing dirty water on her whole body. As a result, she reeked of prison stench, but that did not hinder the tortures she had to undergo.
When she would not sleep, the beatings and the lashings would happen.
Her once smooth complexion was now marred with scars and fresh wounds. The clothes that she wore before her captivity, which consisted of a sleeveless black vest, white tube top, pink short skirt, red scarf and while parka hat were either torn or dirty. Her whole body was dirty.
As much as she wants to escape, she knew she couldn't. As of now, she possessed only the powers of the god Uxie. When she becomes of age, she would be able to possess all powers of the gods…
And it was only a matter of weeks, two weeks, to be exact, before her eighteenth birthday.
He'll pay for doing this to her… and for breaking her heart.
Sorry for the shortness. It IS a prologue, after all. Don't worry, I'll write more for the 1st chapter. Please do review. :D