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talesofsonicasura · 2 years ago

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Ghost Lights

Two worlds become connected and one lost soul falls through the cracks. Maybe he can find what he's looking for with some peculiar help. Can be read gender neutral or preferred gender. Can be seen as platonic or romantic. This story is written in a summarized style for later one shots to be linked.

Ghost lights, unexplained lights or flame that appear from nowhere without a cause. They come and go whenever pleased leaving behind various kinds of intrigue. Some believe a ghost light might be a lost spirit who shines in hopes of finding home. Some think it's just optical phenomena crafted from the electrical activity.

Whether truth or fiction, lives are changed with their appearance. It's something that never ceases to amaze you even in the world that many incredible wonders call home. Especially when you came across your own life changing ghost lights.

You lived in the far out countryside of the Galar Region. A personal choice as the only 'nosy' visitors were the Pokemon that made this place their home way longer than anyone else. You never really had a problem with people at all. Far from it actually as someone can't be a Top Coordinator or even a Pokemon Trainer without some conversation.

Everyone just needs a break and a private place to have it. Thus your personal cottage nestled in the edges of Galar's Wild Area. Now you didn't live alone as your Pokemon are also there especially your closest partner.

Many trainers would start with one of the three starters offered by their region's professor. Some start off with Pokemon they befriended as children. You fit in the latter category although your partner wasn't exactly normal. Probably about 6 years old when the two of you first met.

Had been playing with some glow sticks in the dark not too far from the house only for a strange blue ball to land before you. It was covered in shining pink and light blue dots, two starry flairs in that same color but with a yellow dot at the center and their colors inverted from each other. Something found in a circus or amusement park than a kid's backyard.

You being the child you were, not enough self preservation in the face of an unknown Pokemon, offered the strange ball a glow stick. (Your mom still has anxiety recalling the idiocy of it all.) Anyway, didn't expect the ball to be the head of a 6 ft strange clown mimicking Pokemon.

Large dark blue cowl where the ball head hovered above, frills at the end of its tear drop shaped, heel shaped feet and two balls that floated around the waist were that same dark blue color. Blue, pink and yellow striped pole like body with angular 'thighs', thin arms that were light blue one side whilst pink on the other with the same color scheme for the two orbs floating over it's feet.

If you hadn't offered that glow stick, then you probably wouldn't have befriended your dear Blacephalon Jester. Didn't stop the many scares that the Ghost/Fire Type likes putting people through. Jester was your first special ghost light.

Since then, the two of you have been best friends. Playing games, cuddle sessions, training or goofing off and whatever activity could come to mind. Jester was always there with a Mind Blown at the ready. (Even if it meant chasing off any suitors.)

Tonight was the 12th anniversary of your first meeting, something usually celebrated between you both. Had bought some very special glow sticks for this very event and even found the perfect spot too. The two of you celebrated your meeting with a 'Glow Hunt'.

Basically some wild Pokemon help hide these glow sticks in the set area, this time being the Giant's Mirror. The one who collects the most glow sticks wins and gets a golden glow ring. Jester had won last year so you wanted to break the current tie.

It should've been a normal night like any other. Yet, instead life decided to grant another gift. Your second life changing ghost light...

"Found ya!" The green glowstick hidden within the slightly wet grass was plucked from its hiding spot. You smiled brightly at the item before tucking it away with the other 12 that been found. It had been 20 minutes since the Glow Hunt had started.

There were 37 glowstick hidden all across the area, the odd number being a measure to prevent any ties. So far, you manage to find a good chunk of them. Especially since some wild Pokemon decided to be utter trolls with the hiding spots.

Pretty sure that one Gengar put its given glowstick near the nest of a particularly cranky Grapploct. You shivered at the thought remembering how downright tenacious said Fighting Type was whenever someone angered them. There's even a caution sign warning Trainers cause of it!

Anyway, you decided to check out the small pond (also where the Giant's Mirror got it's namesake from) for hidden glow sticks. You were walking over when a bright azure light nearly blinded your vision. It was so like a flash grenade as it quickly vanished as it had appeared. The light seem to come from the Giant Mirror's pond.

Whatever it was, it gave you enough incentive to investigate. Upon arrival, everything seemed the same as it was before the game began. The large stone slab like rock by the water's edge, crystal clear surface that shone with the moonlight, floating body... Wait.

You rubbed your eyes hoping it was a hallucination or a Pokemon playing tricks. No it wasn't as the body with 10 glowsticks laid atop their chest is still there. "Holy fuck! JESTER!! JESTER COME QUICKLY!"

The Blacephalon had flew over immediately and helped pull the unconscious person onto the wet grass. It was a 5'7 young man around your age, skin light tan, hair was a dirty blonde, his ears were strangely longer yet pointed like an elf, and faded pink burns cover most of the right side lean perfectly fit body.

A blue tunic with a peculiar light blue pattern, beige pants, brown boots and a strange gold rimmed black tablet bearing an eye symbol on the back were the only things he had on him. Checking his pulse, you let out a sigh of relief upon the steady heartbeat that greeted back. "He's alive. Let's take him back to the cottage."

Pain. There was so much pain... Voices screaming in agony, rage, and fear. 'Pathetic! Such a disappointing little rat that you are!'/ 'Leave me alone. I don't care if my father assigned you to protect me. I can awaken my true power.'/ 'I don't know why your king thinks of you so highly. To me, you just look like a little mouse who doesn't know the possession your in.'

Sound so familiar yet unrecognizable at the same time. These words sound so true but most feel false. It all hurt the same though. And then came the blistering heat. Magenta tinted fire scorch the flesh so viciously that it marks would never disappear. They quickly became to much as a single voice cried. "LINK!!"

Sharp blue eyes of the young man opened frantically whilst he shot up with a harsh scream. Quickly glancing around, the realization that he was in someone's head became very apparent. The strange fancy bed underneath his body, colorful blue sheets decorated with paw prints delicately covering him, and the peculiar decor scattered about.

Sleek tables, strange roundish chair covered in some kind of fabric(sofa chair), various sized plushies of unrecognizable creatures, posters decorated with even more creatures to places he did not recognize either and such. By the table next to the dirty blonde was a glass of water alongside some strange large blue fruit.

The fruit looked like a berry but the slightly smaller than an apple and oval shaped. He picked up the glass, scrutinizing it for a few minutes before finally taking a sip. Blue eyes widened upon how refreshing and pure the water tasted. He guzzle down every last drop before taking a look at the strange fruit.

Sniffing it a few times, other than a delicate sweetness there didn't seem to be anything off, the dirty blonde took a bite. A sharp juicy sweetness merrily greeted his tastes as a jolt of vigor shot through his tired nerves. He greedily continued to eat the berry making sure not a single bite went to waste.

The young man had just finished off the fruit when the door to this strange room finally opened. Bright blue eyes trail over the odd clothing, plate of stew in hand and short round ears before meeting your own eyes. It felt like time finally stopped as the two of you sat in the room alone.

From there, you learned about the young man that you had rescued. His name was Link and he was a knight from another world. At first, he didn't exactly translate this information vocally well. The language he spoke had been absolutely different to your world's own. A language barrier that thankfully could be worked around when you began to use sign. Sign language was something constantly used whenever you didn't feel like talking.

Luck would have it that Link's sign language was very close to your own albeit with some minor differences in a few phrases. Anyway, the man explained his story the best he could. He was a champion trying to save his homeland from a malevolent force that would always threaten it.

It had been by sheer accident that Link crossed over into your world. A vicious monster known as a Guardian had been hunting him down. There was no way to effectively fight it so Link was forced to flee. All he remembers was a bright searing painful light and his vision going black afterwards.

Once he told part of his story, you explained where he was alongside who you were. Link had steadily began having signs of a panic attack so you quickly went to rub calming circles on his back. No one could blame him when someone looks at the Champion's current situation.

It was only when Link calmed down did you continue your explanation alongside the possibility of him getting home. Dimensional travel wasn't an near impossiblity unlike in his world. There where plenty of Pokemon who could create portals or rifts into different worlds. Your Blacephalon Jester was from a different reality called Ultra Space after all! Only issue came up to getting their help.

Some were practically impossible to find as they are either constantly moving or appeared under certain circumstances. That wouldn't stop you from helping Link get home though. It was a promise that wouldn't break.

Link would admit that all these new experiences were a lot for him to take in. You had introduced to the world of Pokemon before the two of you could set off. A precaution that needed to be taken as his world condition him to ready his blade upon every fight or flight trigger. Thus Link was introduced to your partner, the bizarrely shaped 'Blacephalon' Jester.

Link couldn't lie that the strange creature had immediately took him off guard. It mainly stemmed from the fact he couldn't discern any emotional expressions. There was no face or mouth but you did explain that the 'eyes' were actually in the star patterns on Jester's head.

"See the yellow dot here? That's the eye. I usually tell Jester's mood with the lights on his head." You taught him that Blacephalon would often flash the pink and blue dots to communicate their emotions and what each pattern met. Something shown as Link continued his interactions with Jester.

Whenever he was mad, the Ghost/Fire Type would flash only his pink lights. If Jester was sad, then only the blue lights glowed. Panic illicit random patterns while happy emotions lit up all the colored lights. Link learned that Jester was awfully touchy.

The Pokemon loved hugs and cuddles, often asking you then later Link himself for one. If he couldn't get a cuddle then Jester would happily settle for hand holding. A common occurrence that he didn't have much issue indulging. Being honest, Link actually liked the kind positive affection.

Ever since he began his journey to save Hyrule, most of the touches that greeted him meant harm. Link did brush against other people but it was either by accident or exchanging goods. Something that didn't really count. You would soon provide the same positive affection with him. Every hug, cuddle or kiss were consensual and welcomed.

Soon he became comfortable to tell you the whole story alongside the little memories he had before going into that 100 year slumber. Through it all, there was no look of disappointment, disgust or pity as Link spoke each word. What he got from your group were that of understanding sympathy.

No one here viewed his failures negatively unlike back in Hyrule. Then the next day, you began to call Link 'Wild'. He was honestly confused at first by the nickname. Why call him that than just Link? One day he asked that vary question.

"You woke up before a world surrounded by wilderness twice. The first time being after your one hundred year slumber and the second back in Galar. My mom believes new beginnings are signified by similar major events happen in twos. For me it was ghost lights as your's the wilderness. Thus, the nickname Wild." Looking back at that reason always made him smile.

You had told Link what Pokemon would most likely be able to get him home. "We're going to look for the Anti Matter Pokemon, Giratina. They're a legendary Ghost/Dragon Type that rule over a place called the Distortion World. It is a realm that can be accessed through any reflective surface so Giratina could have one to lead you home in there!"

Apparently Giratina lived in a peculiar cavern called Turnback Cave which is found in the Sinnoh Region. You warn Link that the dual type would most likely be hostile upon confrontation so they would have to be ready before facing Giratina. A threat taken seriously as Legendary Pokemon could be considered gods in this world.

The thought alone often made his hope dwindle quickly. Link had failed his kingdom fighting a powerful demon. He didn't have the Master Sword or any equipment to fight that beast. Would he even last long against a god like Giratina? You didn't think that way however.

"Don't worry. I promise that I'll help you get back to your world. If that means fighting Giratina then so be it! We'll win! Keep your hopes up, hold tight to your beliefs and have faith cause if you give up then it's truly over!" It was these words that lit Link's determination whenever his hope dwindled. Every time he began to doubt himself in some way, you alongside Jester and your Pokemon always helped him up.

If Link didn't feel like he was strong enough, then he would train alongside your Pokemon to sharpen any lacking skills. Everyone had great understanding of his limits, weaknesses and strengths so the Champion can effectively improve. A game plan was already if a battle with Giratina occurred.

"Giratina is a Ghost/Dragon Type. That means Normal and Fighting Type moves will do nothing. If you want to go toe to toe with Giratina then we need to a way for you to deal Ice, Ghost, Fairy, Dragon or Dark Type attacks, Wild!"

Adding those 'typings' to his attacks should normally be impossible as your world's magic was different from his. But you were crafty and resourceful. Metal arrowheads were replaced with powder filled colorful round tips alongside special oils to apply to his sword.

"I grounded up a bunch of elemental gems and add a bit of special powder to make these! A direct hit will release the Type Energy you need. Controlled blast for the arrows and a controlled burst impact for the sword."

Wild often thought that you were related to the Sheikah or have an equivalent of them in your world. Hearing about an invention such as this would have Purah swarming to learn more. Then again, Link could admit he was curious too.

Wild was truly a cute dork, at least in your eyes. The two of you had to take the plane as Giratina mainly lives in the Sinnoh Region specifically Turnback Cave. Good enough distance for the Hylian to be greeted to modern civilization.

He was practically a kid in the candy store. Looking at every store, shop stand, Pokemon and TV screen he sees in pure childlike awe. Absolutely adorable especially when Link got to pet a Pokemon or eat food he hasn't tried before.

Wild did have a bit of difficulty staying still during the plane ride to Veilstone City. The telltale signs of claustrophobia wasn't easily missed so you held his hand. Something that helped reassure him as the plane continue it's flight path. Pointing out Pokemon flying outside the window also helped his anxiety. You couldn't forget...

"Um...help? I don't think these guys are good with personal space."

Wild was often surrounded by curious, cuddly Pokemon that share one specific Type: Ghost. Apparently your companion was a magnet to Ghost Type Pokemon. Dusknoir, Shuppet, Gengar, Mimikyu, Banette, etc. If they were part Ghost then they're attracted.

You believe these particular Pokemon see Wild as one of them, a fellow spirit to play with. Curious and hoping for the young man could play. The man didn't have the heart to not indulge them. Link tried to apologize for wasting time. That he needed to go back to his world as quick as possible.

"Wild, you don't have to apologize. It's important to relax as stressing about something is gonna make ya feel awful. There are times where you have to a break from things and collect yourself. Playing with Pokemon is one way to do it."

Link didn't try to apologize after that. You knew he carried a lot of weight on shoulders but Wild keeps forgetting that he's a person. The young man shouldn't run himself ragged and have a chance to just enjoy life. Even when a facing a crisis.

Once you guys reached Veilstone City, it wouldn't take long traveling to Turnback Cave on foot. Thus you decided to make the one day stay in the booming city special. A nice tour for Wild.

Checking out all kinds of goodies the stores had to offer, a smile growing on your face whenever something caught his interest. A few new outfits and accessories were stored in his Sheikah Slate. Y'all indulged in some delicious food alongside sweet treats.

It all ended attending a carnival that had recently set up shop. Saying Wild was good at carnival games is an understatement. If it had required him to throw or toss something, the Champion could barely lose. Tower of milk bottles taken out in one strike, rings land on every bottle and clown targets knock down in brutal pitches skill level.

You were pretty sure Wild had set a world record with the number of wins he gotten. Still surprised he has room in the Sheikah Slate to put the prizes. Almost comical seeing a giant Snorlax plush disappearing into streams of blue light.

The night went on with funnel cake, watching a circus and finally a ferris wheel ride. Seeing the city from above was always a sight. Although this felt more special than all the other times as the smile on Wild's face became brighter in the light.

It was finally time. Link had mentally prepared himself when the visage of Turnback Cave came into view. The ominous aura the place radiated was vicious as it sent a clear message down his spine. 'STAY AWAY OR FACE THE PRICE'

"Stick close to me, Wild. You are bound to get lost if you don't follow the correct path. This is one of the reasons why Turnback Cave earned it's name after all. Leave or risk becoming lost forever."

Despite never exploring a place like this, Wild instinctively took your warning to heart. The interior was more of a forgotten temple than a cavern. Stone pillars covered in dust, ancient messages now near indecipherable text, and an eerie fog that refused to let up until one of your Pokemon 'Defog' it.

As you continue to guide them through the maze like cavern, Wild's instincts were on high alert. The feeling of being watched was mutual but you kept quiet and so did he. Left, right, left, left, right throughout slightly different rooms. Only when the right numbered pillar was found did you guys finally went up.

One room. *thump* Two rooms. *thump thump* Three. *Graoooooooorrrr!* Your weight and the feeling of the hard stone floor made Wild see the shadowy claw. It's red tipped claws clung onto the stone wall snap back into the pooling violet vortex at the room's center.

Both of you kept your eyes on the eerie spiral, preparing for what was coming. Two piercing red lights pierced through the violet alongside a large black mass they clung to. He vaguely remembers the eerie malicious aura wrought by Calamity Ganon. Yet, it had nothing on the fierce pressure this draconic reaper wrought.

A near 15' mostly grey beast whose body made Link think of a snake that had their form cross with a horse. Six thick legs bearing three golden claws each, long thick tail bearing black ring patterns from thighs to tip, multiple broken shackle like gold ridges covered their legs in pairs of two whilst and three much larger pair down the neck.

Long vertical black stripe went down its front between five red horizontal stripes, two giant shadow ghostly wings tipped by red that made it look more like phantom claws and a golden 'crown' around it's head with two horns pointing sideways.

Wild immediately clutched his head in pain as phantom images came down on his head. The faded spidery figure of the Guardian, a raining marshland, red eyes gaze through the swamp water and a shadowy claw... Your concerned voice wrought him back to reality. It all made sense now.

"I remember... It was you! You're the one who brought me here and saved me from the Guardian!" The dragon, Giratina, nodded it's head in agreement. Everything almost made sense to him now. Only the 'Rebellion Pokemon' was capable of such a feat and where to take the Champion. But why? Like a psychic, you spoke up.

"Giratina can observe the world from its domain. Maybe...it was watching your world as well. Giratina could've seen the Calamity, your struggles, Wild. Ghost Types see you as one of their own so the Distortion World's ruler could have the same view."

Link couldn't help the shock on his face upon hearing your words. He looked Giratina in the eyes for confirmation and he saw it. Truth in the form of sympathetic kindness in those crimson orbs as the large dragon nodded it's head.

So many emotions swirled in his head that Link almost felt dizzy. Everything about this world despite how alien it was, felt more like home than his own. Smiling kind faces that didn't ask much from the Champion. Able to catch his breath and relax without the worry of an arrow to the back.

Truth be told, he once contemplated not returning and stay in this friendly kind realm. Yet, Link still had things to do in his world. People needed his help, the Calamity must be stopped. Only then could he really think more about his future when those in Hyrule can do the same.

"Giratina, thank you for saving my life and the experience I gained in this realm. Please take me back as the kingdom still needs my help." The dragon's crimson eyes stared back into his soft sky blue. Both held still in silence until Giratina gave it's answer.

A shadowy portal swirled into existence before you and Wild. Within the eye of the vortex was a grassland looking up to a bright sunny sky as the faraway visage of light green serpent flew by. 'This is it, the time to say goodbye.' Link swallowed hard at the thought.

Out of everything from this incredible misadventure, you had been the most special. Someone that kept his spirits up but also let his walls down and show weakness. Link never felt so alive after he awakened from that long slumber. Probably even before his downfall.

However it was time to say goodbye. Wild turned around, ready to speak but any words he had fell. You stood with your hand outstretched, a kind earnest smile on your face. The message was loud and clear.

'You don't have to do everything on your own. Let's do this together.'

Wild stood frozen in shock before smiling back. He took your hand as both of you leapt into the shadows. Giratina soon vanished within the darkness whilst the portal it made shut, almost if pleased by what's to come.

Hyrule began to heal as the Calamity finally fell months ago. Who saved it was one of many mysteries that occur over this particular time period. Strange creatures appearing from nowhere all across the land.

Beasts that brought life to barren fields, cleanse the corruption left behind by Corruption, and fell the beasts who meant the people harm. Whenever there was trouble, one would appear to set things right. Theories flooded the land as many try to make sense of these oddities.

Yet at a house within Hateno Village, the new owners merrily set up their home. No one notice the little flashes of blue and pink, moving teacups, or dancing flames that bounce within. Not even the crimson eyes watching through the reflections in silent amusement.

I won't lie. I had a lot of difficulty writing this. Originally thought about having Wild and Reader fighting Giratina but decided against it. There were too many ideas for this so it's why I wrote a summarized tale.

Like I said before, I'll be writing one shots for the events listed here and then link em. Sorry there has been a lack of content on this blog. Truth be told, I wanted to give my main blog some acknowledgement as well.

I haven't been doing fine, my life has been hectic for awhile plus I plan on moving somewhere in early or late summer. Things have become to pricey and dangerous in my area hence the decision of moving.

I actually have a few ideas for headcanons with a draft already in the works. Now there are people that have been asking for any continuation or more chapters. I have to say this behavior isn't something smiled upon by writers.

We have lives outside of the web. Our writing can be hobbies or stress relievers depending on the person. I'm not one to cancel my works. Lately Google Docs had deleted a good chunk of my stories so I'm struggling to pick up what has been lost.

There are some days where it hurts to think or I just feel empty. So please be courteous to me and my fellow writers. Everyone needs a chance to relax after all.

That's all I have for now! Until next time folks, I'll see you back in Hyrule! Here's Blacephalon and Giratina!