Chapter 1: The Legacy of Shadows

Chapter 1: The Legacy of Shadows

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Years had passed since Lucas and Mizuki, the daughter of the cult leader, escaped from the remote village where the Devotees of Arceus performed their forbidden rituals. Together, they had fled to the Sinnoh region, seeking a quiet life, far from the darkness that enveloped the village and its secrets. However, the past is not easy to leave behind, and they would soon discover that the shadows they had left behind loomed over their son, Akira.

Akira grew up in a small village at the foot of Mount Coronet, a place where nature dominated the landscape and Pokémon lived in balance with humans. His life was quiet, surrounded by friends and his partner Pokémon. However, from a young age, there was something peculiar about him. Often, Akira felt a presence at his side, a shadow that silently followed him, like an echo that no one else could see. His mother, Mizuki, sensed what it was.

Zoroark, a dark Pokémon linked to his family's bloodline for generations, waited in his shadow, invisible to others but ever present to Akira.

As time passed, the boy began to speak to Pokémon and his shadow, which took him deep into the woods to speak to him, whispering instructions in his mind for him to call forth its physical form.

The day the boy was able to bring the creature in his shadow into his world, a small being emerged from it with a segmented body of gray, red, and gold, with six legs. These legs had golden spikes at the end of its feet and chains around its limbs.

"I'm finally back to life!" said the creature made of pure energy, now less than half the height of its summoner.

"You are strange, Gira! But let's play now that you have a body," said the innocent boy, not knowing that he had just summoned a possible multiversal beast to his world. His mother was wrong about the creature in his shadow, as it was Giratina himself.

"Haha! Idiot brat, it's time to conquer the worl...!" said the being, but soon disappeared into shadowy particles, returning to the boy's shadow.

"Gira, are you okay? Did you fall asleep?" said the little boy, looking at his shadow, trying to contact the little Pokémon.

"What could have gone wrong? Did he have to release his original part? Was it because he was just another avatar of the multiverse without the power of the original? To release his body in this dimension, did he have to be released in some dimensional rift?" thought the Pokémon, tied to his dimension in the boy's shadow, as he walked back to his house, waiting for his favorite lunch from his loving mother.

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to be continued....