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Legacy

Ray looked at the classifieds in the newspaper, the sun beating down on his back as he sat outside a coffee shop in Lilycove. I have to say, he thought, I got off remarkably easy considering. He was mentally referring to the punishment that Arceus had seen fit to give him, which for most individuals with godlike power, was horrifying: spend the rest of your life as a mortal, and pray to whatever divine power you wanted to pray to that you did not upset Arceus again.

Shrugging to himself, Ray got up from his seat and left some cash on the table for the coffee, newspaper tucked under his arm. Taking a deep breath of the salty air, Ray decided to look at some of the art that was in the Lilycove Museum of Visual Arts. Coming up to the museum, Ray noticed a small crowd of people at the entrance. As he got closer, Ray could make out some of what they were saying.

"It's unbelievable how this guy captures the essence of whatever the subject of the piece is."

"Yeah, I know. Say, have you seen the one with..."

"I heard that this guy hasn't even graduated yet. I saw some of his works in Mauville two weeks ago and I was impressed."

Ray smiled as he worked his way through the crowd to the entrance. Upon getting to the door, Ray noticed with a jolt the poster taped to the inside of the door.

It said something about art being displayed for a week, but that was not what riveted Ray's attention to the door. Rather, it was the picture of the artist that interested him. It showed a teenage boy looking at the camera boredly, as if he was saying, can we just get this over with already? The boy had messy blonde, almost gold hair, a reasonably tan skin tone, and eyes the exact color of Ray's old body, which was to say, an intense, emerald green. There was only one thing that Ray could say in this situation.

"Holy shit."

:_/:

Fortree

Comet glared across the kitchen table at the man sitting there, not paying any attention to what was going on around him. The man, for his part, wasn't even looking up as he devoured the plate of food in front of him.

The man was slightly bald, his gut was swollen from too much beer, and he had the personality to match. He finally looked up and saw Comet glaring at him. "What the hell are you looking at, you stupid waste of space?" he said, his speech slightly impaired by the food in his mouth.

Comet didn't answer. Instead, he got up and left the table, leaving his plate untouched. Opening the door, Comet paused long enough to let Katya out of the house and followed her, shutting the door behind him.

The fat guy looked at the door. "Stupid brat."

//

Once the two of them were on the ground, Comet and Katya walked towards Route 120, Comet hoping to catch a bus to Lilycove, Katya because she wanted to be with her trainer. As they walked, Katya shifted her form to that of a Mightyena, just so that no one had any ideas about trying to steal her from Comet.

Comet noticed her action and let a corner of his mouth move upwards. He had always admired the way that Katya could change her appearance at will, even if it was an illusion. That, and Katya could be absolutely hilarious in some of her illusions. Like that one time in Rustboro when she stood in for a famous comedian, what was his name, Jeff Dunham, Durham? Comet couldn't remember. All he could remember was the sheer joy that was on Katya's face later after the show. Plus, he never knew that Katya liked comedy.

Comet snapped out of his reverie as he and Katya reached the bus terminal. "One plus a Pokémon for Lilycove please, round trip," he asked the attendant. The attendant glared at Comet, her eyes shaped like slits.

"That will be 50 dollars sir," she said, her voice dripping with disgust. Comet paid the fifty dollars, even though he knew that the price was too high. He received the tickets and left the register, Katya following right behind him. He didn't notice that throughout the transaction, a young woman had been staring at him. She was about five foot ten, wearing a faded pair of jeans and a shirt with a picture of Dialga on it, the neckline down low enough to see a silver chain with a diamond hanging from it. She had a sharp face, with platinum blonde hair over her blood red eyes.

So that's Ray's kid, Dialga thought to herself. He doesn't look like a threat to anybody, especially if he doesn't have any odd abilities. Dialga went up to the attendant who had given Comet his tickets.

"Excuse me ma'am, but where exactly is the young man you just served going? I'm a friend of his mother, and she wanted me to look after him for today," she told the attendant. The lady looked at her doubtfully. Dialga decided to elaborate. "He doesn't know I'm following him." The lady nodded.

"He's going to Lilycove and just because I don't like him, your ticket is free." With that, the ticket lady gave Dialga the ticket and asked the next person in line to come up. Dialga followed the boy onto the bus, sitting a few seats behind him. While they were waiting for the bus to leave, Dialga got a got look at the boy.

He certainly did look a bit like Ray as a human, with the sharp, angled features and air of authority. He wore exactly the same kinds of clothes that Dialga knew Rayquaza to wear in the modern age; running shoes, jeans that were faded from the sun and obviously hand patched, a dark green shirt providing contrast for the jeans. The boy for some reason had his backpack with him, which only somewhat confused Dialga.

The bus lurched, shifting everyone forward an inch or two. Dialga leaned back in her seat and enjoyed the view.

:_/:

Lilycove

Ray sat on a bench in the museum, his head pounding and driving him nuts. Which was quite understandable: it would be shocking for anyone to see their child that they hadn't seen in eight years be this successful. It sort of reminded Ray of how he had lived his childhood. Being raised by Palkia and Giratina did a lot to create a free-spirited and rebellious individual like Rayquaza. Not knowing just who his father was until later in his life (two and a half billion years go by fast when you're immortal), when Arceus revealed himself to the three Legends of Hoenn to tell them their duties. Even if Groudon and Kyogre had the more important duty of creating a place for the rest of Arceus' creations, Rayquaza was happy being the guardian of the sky; it allowed him to be by himself, with no one to tell him what to do.

Ray sighed as he closed that vault of memories. Getting up, he walked over to the nearest picture that his son-his son!-had made. Looking at it, Ray couldn't help letting out a manly laugh. It was a drawing of a Purugly that had just gotten a bath, and the way that Comet had captured the disapproving glare of the, in Ray's personal opinion, hideous feline was absolutely stunning.

I know that Comet didn't get his talent for drawing from me, the former Legendary thought. That has Laura written all over it. Moving on to another picture, Ray let out a sudden intake of breath. It was him, in his old body! Granted, he was coiled around Groudon, who was a lonely platform of granite that was in the middle of the ocean, with Kyogre in the water right next to him, but it was still his old body!

Ray stared at the drawing, soaking in every detail. He nearly jumped out of his skin when someone spoke up from behind him.

"He captures the eyes pretty well, don't you think Rayquaza?"

Ray turned to face the speaker and raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Dialga? What are you doing here?" He asked the pale woman who was actually the Goddess of Time.

Dialga shrugged. "I like being in human form sometimes too, just so you know. Plus, I wanted to see why you were...um..."

"Doomed to a ridiculously short life just because I fell in love? Not to mention calling off Arceus about that prophesy," Ray finished for her, a neutral look on his face. "No," said Dialga defensively, "I was going to say banished. But I do have to ask you, why did you have to..."

Ray gave Dialga a harsh look that clearly told the psychic I do not want to talk about it. Dialga shifted uncomfortably. Ray's face softened a little bit. "Have you seen him?" he inquired of her, his face clearly showing the eagerness of wanting to know his son. Dialga nodded. Ray leaned on an empty section of wall, his eyes closed and the air around him shifting to a more cheerful tone.

"But I have to warn you," Ray looked at Dialga when she said this. "He reminds me a lot of you when you were younger."

//

Comet sat in front of an ice cream parlor, enjoying the afternoon sun and, oddly enough, the company of Katya, who had since shifted into a Meowth. There was just something about the vixen that made Comet relax. He wasn't sure if it was Kat's personality, her almost boundless energy, the cute way that she looked while sleeping, the way that her hips moved when she walked...

No, bad thoughts, BAD THOUGHTS! Get them out of your head! Comet yelled at himself, stopping that train of thought. Looking at the mob of people and Pokémon going about their business, Comet took out a sketchpad and began drawing. First it was a line, which quickly led to stick figures, and about half an hour later, had turned into the faceless masses running about in front of him. Comet had gotten so engrossed in his work that he didn't notice the small crowd of people gathering behind him.

Finally sensing the multitude of stares, Comet turned around to see the gob smacked faces of the other patrons of the parlor. Shrugging, he went back to drawing, only to completely stop when he noticed that a little girl, who looked to be about five or six, go rushing out into the street at the same time a semi came off the freeway, apparently unable to stop.

"Hey kid, get out of the street!" he yelled, jumping up and tossing the pad on the table. Apparently the girl didn't hear him as she picked something up from the ground, oblivious to the semithat was speeding toward her.

The next few seconds seemed to happen in slow motion for Comet. He ran out to the girl, desperate to get to her before the truck did. He didn't notice the green aura of energy that formed around his arms when he grabbed the girl in bear hug while he jumped towards her. What Comet did notice was the semi that had been barreling towards him get stopped by a green shield, the front grill and fender bending around him and the child, the rear of the truck being lifted off the ground, the expression of the driver as he was thrown forward to the dashboard.

People were running towards him and the girl, as well as Katya who had shifted back to her true form, when Comet lost touch with reality and faded into blackness.

:_/:

Hall of Origin

Arceus glowered at the spectacle below, his brow furrowed in anger. _Rayquaza thinks that this, this THING will save what I created?! That is impossible! And I know just how to prove it! _ With those thoughts in mind, the Alpha Pokémon stormed off into his private chambers, unaware in his fury that someone had overheard his thoughts.

Latias gulped to herself, her face pale after hearing what the god had said in his mind. I have to warn him, she thought, fear for the person who had taken care of her during those few years grieving Latios' death driving her to challenge the Alpha's orders. With her thoughts troubled beyond comprehension, Latias teleported to the mortal world.