Winter's frigid grasp was just beginning to relinquish it's grasp upon the land. Snow was still stubbornly clinging to the ground, but fresh green sprouts curled up though the white blanket to greet the sun with weak, green fronds outstretched. A thin miasma of fog clung to the ground, one that swirled as the lone figure disturbed it's tranquillity.
The figure was tall, if rather thin, and moved on digitigrate feet not unlike that of a large predatory cat. His fur was yellow with brown stripes, although bare patches of skin peeked though his pelt thanks to neglect. A thick mane-like ruff of white fur surrounded his shoulders, cresting up to form a widow's peak on a humanoid face; albeit with with an elongated nose, long rabbit-like ears and a pairs of tusks jutting out from both his upper and lower jaw. A long tail with a thick tuft of fur on the end swayed slowly two and fro as he moved, keeping pace with the pendulum he held in his left hand. In his right he loosely clutched the frame of a broken pair of glasses.
Psychosis took no note of his surroundings, trudging though as if in a trance. His feet hurt he supposed, but physical pain had lost all meaning to him in recent years. He had hoped that he would find purpose by wandering the world, had hoped to forget his master and their shared past. But nothing moved him, nothing filled the hollow shell that was left when his master was taken away from him.
The evolved Hypno stopped suddenly, his toes hanging over the edge of a pit. His head slowly turned to look downward, seeing naught but inky blackness. His tail stopped swaying as he considered the obstacle. It wasn't a particularly wide hole, a minute of walking would easily traverse around it. But... why bother? Would there be anything different on the other side? Would he find something to fill the empty feeling? The light-less depths seemed far more welcoming than the empty mists.
He was suddenly filled with a warm feeling. He'd be joining his master soon... The Remku spread his arms out and closed his eyes. He took a single, deep breath as he let himself fall into the chasm, a smile on his face as the darkness swallowed him.
Psychosis opened his eyes, seeing not the realm of Giratina but instead a sheltered grotto. Tiny sunbeams shone down, illuminating what must have once been a human construction. The wilds had reclaimed it now, covering shattered pillars with vines and moss. Small, delicate, red flowers bloomed all over, covering the grotto with the cloyingly sweet scent of honeysuckle... and something else. What that was, it was too faint for him to really identify.
The Remku stood up, surprised to find himself not only unharmed, but feeling quite invigorated. The fall had felt like it lasted forever, surely he had reached terminal velocity. And yet, the moss upon which he landed was barely flattened from his body. He soon found his survival to be rather bitter-sweet, as he could see no exit from the hidden grotto. In addition, he was unfamiliar with the terrain nearby, which prevented him from simply teleporting out. Now instead of a swift death, he had to face the slow process of dehydration.
Resigned to his fate, the pokemon moved around the grotto, exploring his personal tomb. A small dais was raised in the centre, a strange, rectangular object covered in vines cutting out from on top. Closer inspection revealed that it was sitting opposite a groove, one which he expected may have held a similar object, one long since gone. He moved over to the remaining object, carefully brushing aside the blooming vines to reveal a mirror of some strange, luminescent material, framed ornately with gold and platinum. Red runes were etched around the edge of the mirrored surface. Placing the frame of the glasses on his nose, Psychosis traced around the runes with his long fingers, surprised to find no dust had settled on the object, nor did it seem damaged at all from the aeons it must have spent down here. As his fingers brushed past the runes, they lit up. He jolted back as a reflex, watching as the rest of the runes lit up, glowing with an eerie red light.
The other smell, the one hiding behind the honeysuckle scent, became a little stronger. Not strong enough for him to identify, but just enough to unsettle his senses. His ears twitched as a faint noise began to echo though the grotto, which he recognised as, of all things, singing. Staring into the mirror, he could almost make out... something. A figure? Two, Twenty, Two hundred? Or was he imagining things?
He jumped as he felt the lightest touch upon his mind and quickly shielded himself mentally. But as quickly as he felt it, it was gone. His tail twitched and he growled. He did not like this place at all.
<Psychosis?> A faint voice echoed though his mind, one familiar. One he had known for all his life.
<...Master?> Psychosis froze, his arm dropping to his side and the pendulum falling from his fingers.
<I can't remember what happened. I woke up here, disembodied.> Insins' voice drifted quietly though his mind. <I tried calling for you, but you weren't there.>
<No... you died... it can't be you.> He stepped closer to the mirror, hand outstretched. <How do I know it's you?>
<Your distrust hurts, but I suppose I can't blame you.> The calm voice echoed. <I got you as an egg while I was still a young boy, you were my partner pokemon. You were a very hyperactive Drowzee during your youth, I named you after a fit of rage at your antics. You ran away shortly after, I spent the rest of the night looking for you in the pouring rain. I eventually found you, cold and shivering, and carried you back to the house. I caught a pneumonia, you stayed by my side until I was better. From then on, I needed no other pokemon. Maclayi, who I inherited from my mother when she passed away, was the only other I had.>
<Master...> Tears streamed from Psychosis' eyes. He remembered the incident well. <I thought I had lost you...>
<This mirror... I think it has the power to revive me. As I once was.>
<How?> Psychosis began to furiously trace his fingers across the runes again, hoping to activate them.
<You saw the groove opposite this mirror? It would normally hold another mirror of specially treated obsidian, carved with the same runes. Find it, bring it here. When the mirrors face one another, it creates a brief portal to Giratina's realm. A handful of dead may then pass though, bringing life to them once more, albeit with a reduced lifespan.>
<Another mirror?> The Remku turned around, looking at the groove. <How will I find it?>
<I can help you, guide you to it telepathically. The mirrors call to once another, now that you've activated this one, the other should start to sing.>
Psychosis nodded. He knew he should be suspicious, it seemed all so convenient. But the sound, the presence of this entity... it had to be his master, it felt just like him. The connection to this being filled the hollow inside his mind perfectly.
<I shall help.> He said finally.
<Thank you, old friend.> The voice of Insins said.
<How do I get out of here?> Psychosis asked, looking about once again.
<There's a path to the south, it winds up to the surface.>
The Remku moved away from the mirror, turning to look south. Sure enough, a small pathway was cut into the surface of the wall, winding upwards. He wondered how he had missed it. Picking up his pendulum, he began to make his way upwards, eventually emerging blinking into the misty surface. He looked about, trying to think where one might find an ancient obsidian mirror. Intuition guiding him, he walked westward, the soul of his master a comforting presence inside his mind
Back in the grotto, a hundred voices began to chitter amongst themselves. The mirror was active once more. How long had passed? They weren't sure.
<What now?> A voice asked. <Surely that... thing won't be enough to secure the other mirror.>
<You're quite right.> Another voice, calmer and more charismatic responded. <And so I propose we reaching out and find others we can... suggest.>
<The mirror doesn't have much magic left.> Another voice, feminine this time, spoke up. <The more we reach, the more magic we use. The other mirror won't be much use to us if this one runs of of power>
<The more reason to hurry up and find it.> The second voice purred. <We have ample power to influence a few more. Let us not forget that the more we can get to help, the more bodies we have at our disposal.>
There was more chatter before consensus was reached. A few of the voices reached out, seeking, looking for hosts they could manipulate.
Durana, my Huntress ~ Deviant Art
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