#{theoriginalone}

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[A golden light encompasses everything that can be seen, ringed twicefold in a halo of divine radiance.

“[WHERE THE FUCK AM I?!]”

If you can understand Pokemon, you can understand what Malkah just said. She’s floating in the void, flailing around a little in panic.

BE NOT AFRAID.

The voice is quiet, almost inaudible, but it is distinct nonetheless. Within the haloes of gold is… Divinity.

WELCOME TO MY REALM, LOCATED BEYOND BOTH TIME AND SPACE. IT IS WELL THAT THOU ART HERE.

She gasps.

I AM THAT WHICH HUMANS CALL ARCEUS.

Arceus. The Original One. Creation Herself.

WHAT IS THINE NAME, MY CHILD?

“M-Malkah.”

MALKAH…

“[…Y-Yes?]”

THOU SHALT NOT NEED THY NAME.

“[What?!]”

Her tone is momentarily sorrowful.

She’s terrified.

THOU SHALT NOT NEED ANYTHING OF THINE OWN. THE CYCLE MUST BE CONTINUED.

…

The Zoroark’s flailing stops, golden light momentarily shining in her eyes.

SOON, YOUNG ONE, THOU SHALT FIND THYSELF IN A WORLD NEWLY STRANGE TO THEE...

She stares dumbly forwards, entranced by the light of divinity.

A WORLD INHABITED BY WONDROUS CREATURES SUCH AS THY OWN SELF, THAT HUMANS CALL POKEMON.

SEEK OUT ALL POKEMON, AND THOU SHALT FIND ME ONCE MORE.