PMDU Origin story Team Ghost Blade

Snow filled wind whipped by on snow dunes. Tiny ice shards sat without a stir until a shadow loomed over them, coming down with a thunderous force. Blue clay, hardened from an everlasting core interior smashed ice, big or small, away from its course.

Lord Darius was on a set path through ice and snow, large arms tucked close to his chest to keep the weather from his treasure. He squinted through the mist. A faint silhouette of the Elder Tower loomed in the distance, and the storm did not let up for a moment.

'I must reach the tower faster, I feel it softening in the cold.' The ghost spoke to himself. Darius trudged through the snow fields with a steady pace. A large frozen over tree blocked his path. He gave a quick look around, no quick way of going around. He cocked back a mighty fist and slammed the tree with a Hammer Arm. It stood no chance and shattered into splinters and ice shards.  The Tower was closer. He could see the lanterns in the windows.

Beautiful ornate doors, as big as Giratina himself guarded the outside world from the inside. With one knock, the doors slid open for the Golurk. Lord Darius stepped inside, shaking off the snow from his shoulders. Nothing the Commander of the Ghost Guard can't handle. He could feel the inhabitants eyes linger on him.

'To the center....' They whispered.

The center of the tower was falling apart, stairs crumbling under its own weight, books in tatters, and once beautiful tapestry mothim eaten. How lovely for ghosts.

"Elder Draymor..." Darius' grave voice hummed, echoing back at him.

Silence filled the tower.... A pair of red eyes peered from the shadows. "Lord Dariussss... How lovely to seeee you again..." An elderly Gengar floated out, flanked by Haunter. That wasn't even his main security.

"As to you Elder. I have come for the ritual." He held out the hollow clay shell of a Golett, yet to be heated.

"Ah yesss... On time as alwayyyyysss...." He gestured to the half broken table before him. "Set it down, so we can begin...."

Trustingly he put the shell down on the table. It was a spherical shape, with spots retractible like a cheap toy and a big gaping hole in the centers, awaiting something. Next to it was a seal, with a spiral of solid gold.

Elder Draymor turned to the shadows once more. A great Dusknoir floated silently out. With a nod, his great maw opened to reveal a stone, perfectly smooth and a deep purple color in the center.

"Are you prepaaaared, Lord Dariussss....?" He glanced back for confirmation.

The Golurk put a fist to his chest. "I am ready."

With a touch, the Gengar glowed in a sphere, bursting with energy at his new form. A single eye between the two glowed, unblinking. Energy pulsed through the Gengar as he turned to the Commander. His arms of gas passed clean through Darius' shell of clay, clasping and pulling out a small chunck of glowing energy that equaled the power if a star that could be held in the palm of your hand. He gently put the orb of light into the new shell before closing and strapping everything in with a seal only a Mega could. Feeling his powers drain, Draymor blessed the creation with life of another dimension. With a press of the seal with the last fading energy of a Mega, the Core started up, exploding and imploding with power that could last for years, hardening the clay around it, glowing!

With a hum of a simultaneous prayer to their patron Legendary Giratina, the core calmed down and life entered the eyes of a new 'born' Golett. All the inhabitants of the tower gathered to see. The creation of a ghost was quite a sight and more rare than you think. The Golett wiggled his fingers, rolled his shoulders, and moved his feet. He made a baby's babble hum and tried to get up. Darius' features grew warm and full of pride.
"Wheatly... My child...."

***

Wheatly gazed out the window to the cold world. 'I wonder what's out there....?'
'Wheatly, come here.' His father's booming voice echoed in his mind.

He frowned. No matter what he did, he just can't get his father out of his mind. Ghost and other pokemon can communicate using Telekinesis. Some with no mouths can speak in this way. Minds have walls to keep prying minds away. Usually elders master this and others need their permission to enter their mind, and force them out by simply closing the walls. Children are automatically attached by a parents mind.

Wheatly went down the stairs. "Yes papa?"
"Its time for training."
He groaned. "Really?"
"No buts. This move will help you in the future. Outside." He commanded.
The Golett went outside of a ruined house. They lived in a run down village with quite a few other Ice, Ghost, Rock, and a handful of other type pokemon. Darius' job was to protect the village.

Snow fell gently today and they were blessed with sunlight. Others of the Guard were waiting to assist.

"Formation!" Darius said and the guards moved instantly around Wheatly. "When one is surrounded, you can't simply use your punches. You must strike at all surrounding you. Now, use your Earthquake!" He clapped once an the guard simulated a surrounding attack.

Wheatly pulled all of his internal energy inward, focusing on the floor below him. Suddenly the energy puttered out. He gasped. Darius watched and sighed in frustration.
"Wrong Wheatly. You lose your energy, letting it slip through your fingers. Do it again."

He tried again with the same result.
"Your not trying. Again!"

"What do you know dad?!" He snapped. "Your never satisfied with what I do!!"

"Wheatly!" The ground rumbled with his growl. "You will treat your father with respect!!"

"No!! To the Distortion with you Dad!!" He made a crude gesture in frustration and ran away.

Big mistake.

Darius grabbed his body with a huge fist and dragged him back through the snow. "WHEATLY!!" His enraged voice sounded like thunder.

Wheatly's bolt of arrogance and courage slipped right out. He whimpered and hid in his body in fear. "I-i-I'm s-sorry Papa..."

Darius didn't know what to say. He shook his head and sputtered in anger. He gave a hard look at the remaining guard. They stiffened and went to their posts for the night. The Golurk went home with its spawn clutched tightly in hand. He put him in his sleep spot once there. "Wheatly, I am very disappointed in you. Not only did you talk back but you purposely disrespected me and the other guard, do you understand me?" His deep voice rumbled. The younger nodded slowly, hoping this chew out would be over soon.

Darius stood and looked out a window. "I want to trust you with the guard. Right now I wouldn't trust you with the house, let alone a whole village. Do you know how dangerous it is out there? The cold, the tribes, the mirages? We built these walls from nothing, and others want to destroy it. I want to pass the torch to you, create a future for you you when I go."

Wheatly hated the thought of losing his father. He was always there and he wasn't strong enough to hold his own yet. "I'm sorry papa....."

Darius was quiet. He sighed. "You have duty first thing in the morning. Get some sleep." He walked out of the chamber and closed the door.

Wheatly felt like crying. He was a horrible son to him. He knew he shouldn't have snapped. When he felt his father close his walls to let him sleep he hopped down from his spot and looked out the window. Light snow was falling like down feathers. Heavy clouds in the distance threatened a snowstorm. He looked back at the door with a heavy heart.

There he made his decision.
 
He put his palms together and closed his eyes. 'Blessed ones, let me escape this place, and bless my father with a new heir, one that is better than I. Articuno cover thy leave. Giratina watch over thy step.' He took a shaky breath. 'Arceus punish me for my failure.' He bowed and hoped his prayer was heard. He pushed some old boxes to the windowsill and hopped out. His feet landed knee deep in snow. The walls had spots to escape from where particular guards were lazy. He snuck through an ice covered fissure in the wall with a few good punches to give way the ice door. A haunting moan of wind greeted him and snow started falling harder. He took the first step away from the village, on his new journey under the invisible wings of the frost bird.

***


Darius quietly walked up some stairs to Wheatly's chamber to check on him. This was his normal routine every night; check on Wheatly, make sure he's warm and protected, tend to any wounds, tell him he loves him. He doubted he knew about the nightly ritual but it brought them comfort. He had an armful of wood for the fire in the corner fireplace. He slightly smiled and pushed the old door open. His son wasn't there. Surprised, Darius looked around. He looked under the desk, old bed, wardrobe, but he was nowhere to be seen. The Golurk dropped everything and looked more frantically. "Wheatly? Wheatly?!" He searched with his mind, throwing the doors open. He was out of range. Darius bolted out of the house. "Wheatly!! Has anyone seen my son?! Please!! I beg of you, where is he?!" The locals shook their heads and searched with him. Darius had no choice. He pulled his limbs into his body and took off like a rocket. If this was the way he could find him, he would have endured a thousand sub zero storms. "WHEATLY!!"

***

Blasts of snow and ice pounded on the Golett's torso and howled in fury. He had tucked his arms and buried half of his face into his round torso as his rhythm of step didn't slow. He searched for a place to go, or a marker of the road so he wasn't walking in circles. He swore he saw things slithering in the snow, or the cry of the Frost Bird above him. The mirages of the snow tempted him to follow, most likely to a cliff or his doom.

With the chill Wheatly became deeply afraid of what was out there in the white. He had heard tales of things made of snow follow people when they were almost frozen to death, like a group of Cacturne in the snow. He kept looking over his shoulder for that reason.

His cold eyes drifted along the line of the snow hill. Something was flapping in the wind in the distance. He thought it might have been a mirage, but it stayed in sight when he turned his head. Curiosity turned him to the flapping thing. On closer inspection, it was a deep blue tassel being tugged by the wind like a toddler connected to a lovely bronze handle. Wheatley might be able to use the tassel for something. He reached down and grabbed the handle to get the most of the tassel.

Faster than a Ninjask, the tassel wrapped around Wheatly's arm with an iron grip and drained his energy. The Golett yelped and tried pulling back to get his arm free. The tassel held on! He slipped in the snow and used his other hand to pry it off. In a desperate cry, he called out for his father via mind. 'Papa!! Help me!!' He tugged at the blue arm. A sapphire eye opened and looked up at him. The rest of its body emerged from the snow. The Honedge let go.

"Why do you not tire when I drain you?"

Wheatly scooted away from him. "W-what are you?!"

"I asked the first question."

"-u-umm.... I... Don't know...?"

The Honedge floated close. "I have never seen your kind before. What are you?"

"Umm, I'm-I'm Wheatly... A... Golett?"

"It's not good to speak in questions."

"My turn to ask. Who are you?"

The blade smirked and puffed out his chest in pride. "If you must know, I am Vercingetorix, King of Warriors. I am the fabled Honedge, a soldier in his trusted blade."

Wheatly frowned. "Why are you out here?"

"Just look around, in the snow are my victims." He dug out the skull of what seemed to be a Swinub.

"That's horrible!"

"I have to eat somehow." He dropped it in the snow again.

Wheatly shivered. "Are you going to kill me?"

Torix laughed. "I tried to! But there is something in you that has unlimited energy and you don't tire out."

"Oh! That's my Core!" He patted his seal. "It's what keeps me alive for decades."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah!" Feeling a surge of pride he took a step forward and sank belly deep in a patch of shallow snow. He wiggled and clawed around. "I'm stuck!"

Torix laughed. "You are nothing but a child in mans clothing."

He blushed and climbed out of the hole. "Why don't you come with me? We can go to a different place?"

Torix raised an eye to him. "Come with you? Hmm.... Why are you out here anyway, without a guardian?"

Wheatly frowned. "I ran from home.... My dad doesn't deserve a defective son like I. I asked the Great Ones to take me somewhere else and to give my dad a replacement, someone who can please him and take over the guard."

Torix looked at him in sympathy. "You ran away...? Your father must be worried sick."

"I can't go back now. I've disgraced the family name." He dug his fingers into the groove of gold on his seal. "I'm worthless..."

The sword put his arm around him. "I can see it in you. Your not worthless, but you seek your calling. I don't approve of you running from your father but you have good in your heart. I will accompany you in your quest as a companion." He unsheathed himself and put his handle in his hand. "I will be your sword and shield, you have my word and blessing."

A rush of energy poured back into Wheatly and they equaled out the flow, becoming in perfect sinc with each other. They opened their minds for each other and waves of memories were shared. Torix of blood, steel, and death, Wheatly of honor, trust, and life.

The snow and wind calmed a lot for them. A thick mist still lingered but at least it wasn't as cold. Torix arranged himself to be on Wheatly's back like a traditional sword and he walked through the snow. Their spirits lifted as they started to see trees and less snow. The mist was much less thick here and they looked around. A few ambitious warriors of the local tribes tried to fight them. At first they were separate fighters but they had the more efficient way of Wheatly using Torix as a weapon with a brain. With this technique, they covered their blind spots and can get out of situations fast. Torix was fantastic at reading the opponent for chinks in the armor.  Wheatly could pop any pokemon that dared get too close for Torix to attack. They became an epic duo.

The cold trees started to give way to moss and ferns when they stopped for the night.

"I'll gather some wood. Try to find something to eat." Wheatly told Torix, picking up a stick. He picked up another that was too big and snapped it in half. It echoed in the trees and everything went dead silent. They both went on their guard. Torix returned to his back and looped halfway around his arm, ready for an ambush. The trees seemed to curve in on them like judges look down on convicts.

The bushes were pushed aside by huge claws in front of them. A single red glowing eye glared at them. A massive Treveant came out, snarling at the trespassers. "YOU DARE DISTURB BY GROVE?! TRESPASSERS WILL DIE!!" Her voice was female.

"Wahh! I'm sorry ma'am! I didn't know this was your grove!!"

She paused. "How do you not know?!"

"We just came through! We are looking for a town to stay in." Wheatly lowed his arms a little. "We are sorry to disturb the grove."

The Treveant scratched her chin. She gestured for them to follow and almost disappeared in the brush. Torix relaxed back into his sheath. Wheatly followed her to a clearing that went out to a large grass field. Over the crest was the city of Audalust.

"Wow..." He felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to come eye to eye with a coin purse in her claws. He took it and it opened to reveal five Star coins of gold. "Oh, thank you!" She gave a nod and stepped back into the forest. He took a deep breath and came closer to her. "Ma'am, you've done so much for us, but can we camp here on the outskirts of the forest?" He tapped his fingers together.

She stared at him, contemplating the question. She have one nod. "Mother Yew." She simply said and gathered a few berries hidden in the trees above.

"Is... That your name?" He did not get an answer, but a large handful of tender berries to eat. "Thank you again."

Torix and Wheatly dined on fresh berries that night, watched over by Mother Yew's bright red eye. In the middle of a bite, Wheatly looked up to the sky, putting his palms together. 'Thank you Blessed Ones...'