I'm sure some of you have seen WiseAbsol's story Solitude, seeing as Aeris plugged it not too long ago. It involved the lovely Mew's past and, most importantly, just how he came to be the last of his kind. I just felt the need to expand on that a little more. That conflict, there are so many tales that could be told. And tell them I will. The Mew race may have done most of the fighting, but the other Legendaries all played their part. And I felt the need to give them their do.

Obviously, my thanks goes out to Abby for giving me such a great setting to work with. Solitude isn't really required reading, as you intelligent people could figure out what is going on, but if you really want to get the emotion in this piece, then you are going to want to look it up.

This fic will have a fair amount of violence, obviously, seeing as it is centered around a war.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy, or at least get something worthwhile out of reading this.

-Buwaro

Legendary War

Act I : Powers of Ice

-The Titan-

The air was cold, below freezing. If the winds flowing through the snowy wastelands got any worse, there was a chance that the weaker of the group would have to retreat for shelter. And Ark could not afford losing any of his troop. He ruffled his fur to fight off the worst of the chill, keeping his mind occupied on what was going on below him. On the ice, four of his tiny group were working away, slowly chipping away at the ice, trying not to pre-maturely awaken what they were looking for.

Still half-buried, the large titan didn't move, even as the four Mew worked, the other five of the troop keeping careful watch on the surroundings. Not with their eyes, no, the mist was much too thick to see far, but with their minds, their consciousness spreading out across the plains, searching for any signs of that familiar foe. So far, they had been lucky. Being so deep in the wastelands, the invaders had not made it too far in, and all those that had were weakened enough by the cold that the troop could destroy them.

But, living out on the ice fields was starting to take its toll. Hardly anyone smiled anymore, there were no more jokes. No one even mentioned their homes anymore, not even sure if their homes still existed. There was hardly any other life this deep in the wastelands, even the Ice types preferring to stay closer to the outskirts. It was just ten psychic felines, sealed off from the rest of the world, trying to find a way to turn the tide, to gain enough strength to take on the alien lifeforms. Not only take them on, but crush them, to wipe them off the face of the planet, to make them regret ever landing.

Ark shook his head to clear it, it was not the time for idle fancies. He noticed his Beta, who was helping remove the ice, starting to falter. She was the youngest of the group and, as she hailed from the Orrean desert, her body tired often from the cold winds. Yet she was Ark's second in command more for her tactical ability, and her spirit, more than her physical strength. He floated down, catching her blue eyes as he levitated over, they seemed to shine slightly in the light, something that the other Mew's eyes did not. They had all lost that light, even Ark himself no longer possessed it, whereas she managed to keep it despite everything, earning her the nickname Light from the others. After a year in the wastelands, she couldn't even remember her original name, yet that light had never faltered. That light gave them a little hope, the will to survive throughout the day, to keep on fighting. If Light fell, Ark knew that the rest of the troop would soon follow, himself included. He pushed the thoughts back, thinking of the worst was not befitting an Alpha. He had to lead them, help them survive, not think about their deaths.

"How are we doing?" He spoke, voice barely audible against the chill. Light wiped her tail across her forehead as she looked up at her leader, leaving her toils for a moment to give her report.

"We could awaken it soon, once we've cleared the rest of its torso. Then it'd be a lot easier to get the legs free."

"Roughly how long until we can summon it?"

"At the rate we're going... we could be here until dark."

"Okay." Ark nodded, once, taking a moment to deliberate over the report before making a decision, "Take a break, I'll take over for now. You're no good to us if you exaust yourself."

"'Kay." Her tail moved again, this time in the pantomime of a salute. The light in her eyes shone that little bit brighter, her body glad to take a rest as she floated towards the lone rock in the plains, sheltering from the worst of the winds behind it.

Ark, once sure she was actually resting, turned to the other three working on uncovering the ancient relic. Bran, Lucille and Ryn all barely glanced up from their toils, deft paws wearing away the great sheet of ice, paws soon joined by a fresh pair as Ark joined in their labours, his rested body allowing him to wrench chucks of weakened ice away, speeding up the process by a fair chunk. In fact, the creature's torso was free in barely any time at all. Of course, Ark only had the guess on that one, being unable to even see the sun through the mist and therefore unable to gauge how much time had passed at all.

Light floated back over, looking much better rested, as the three other Mew breathed sighs of relief, the air exaled coming out as small white plumes. Ark dismissed them to rest, they deserved a little time to recover from their excursions. Then he turned his attention to the relic. Looking like a giant ice crytal, the massive titan was still partially buried under many years of ice. But, its arms and the gemstones that served as its head were free, that was all Ark needed. Placing his paws on the two yellow gems at the ends of the cross, having to resist the urge to pull away at the sudden chill that rocketed up his arms from the ice golem. Closing his eyes, he sent out a small psychic pulse, slowly feeding it through his arms and into the gems, feeling the energy spreading through the titan. The purple glow of energy from his paws was soon replaced by a golden one from the gemstones as they slowly started to illuminate, the being slowly awakening from several thousands years of slumber.

"Re-gi-ce!" The being seemed to speak, voice rumbling from somewhere inside the ancient being, even though Ark could not see any kind of organ inside of the icy body.

"I am Ark, Alpha Mew of this area." Ark spoke, slowly, clearly, having heard the tales of how do deal with the golems. They would obey the first person to speak to them upon their awakening, no other. "These other Mew are allies, they are not to be harmed."

"Ac-know-ledge-d!"

"You are to to assist us in the war against the Deoxys," Ark paused momentarily, an illusion of one of the damned aliens forming before the golem, "these beings. They can shapeshift slightly, but all are marked by that gem in their center. They are our enemy."

"I Shall Des-troy En-em-ies!"

"That is correct." Ark nodded once, pleased with how things were turning out. "But first, you must free your legs."

The ice pinning the golem down seemed to shatter under some old power as it floated into the air, levitating just above the floor with seemingly no effort at all. It was now that Ark was able to see just how large the titan was. It towered over the Mew, and it was definitely taller than the Deoxys. Light seemed in awe of the mighty being, staring up at it with her eyes wide, the shine in them even brighter than before. Ark had to wonder if his own had gained a tiny fraction of that shine, knowing just what they possessed.

Then, one of the sentry's tail shot straight out, the fur on it almost spiking up. Ark knew that sign, he knew it well. Contact... A powerful contact. Deoxys were arriving.

"How many?" He asked, the sentry still focused on the incoming foes.

"More than I've ever seen before." She replied, her voice quivering with the cold... and fear. Fear with only grew as a second sentry reacted, focused on the opposite direction.

"We've got them on this side too!"

"Ark?" Light asked, "What do we do?"

"Well, we know we can't outrun them. So we don't have much of a choice." He sighed to himself, turning towards the golem that had stayed stationary during the entire exchange, "Regice, enemies are incoming. We fight."

"Ac-know-ledge-d!"

The ten Mew all spread themselves out into two fronts, facing the two incoming swarms, varying their height so the Deoxys would not be able to hit more than one target at a time. Regice was in the center of the two fronts, with orders to fire on whichever enemy was causing the most trouble at any one moment. The Mew then did the only thing they could. They waited, fighting back their fears, focusing on the present, not the chance they might not witness the future. Staying their nerves, their hearts and minds, they waited, psychically watching throughout the land, feeling those dark pinprinks of the Deoxys shooting their way.

The demonic creatures were almost in firing distance, Ark and his front charging their attacks mere moments before Light and her team did the same. It wouldn't be long. Ark could sense the numbers, each side bearing down on them had more than twice the number of the aliens than they had ever faced at one time before. But, they had the golem, who's icicle arms pointed across the endless icy expance, a blue orb forming between them. Regice fired the first shot, the giant beam of ice slicing through the mist, Ark just managing to see the forms of the Deoxys starting to move to escape the blast. One failed, the massive beam tore through it, the flesh fading into nothing as the empty gem fell to the ice plains below.

They were close now, the Mew launching their own attacks as Regice fired again, psychic energy blasting through the air and ripping through the Deoxys. But, the volleys were too small, the creatures were getting closer with each second, almost close enough to fire their own attacks back. Ark growled to himself, focusing even harder on the task ahead. He had to fight, he had to stop those things, to keep his troop alive, he would not falter until each and every Deoxys were dead!

It was a futile, and foolish, idea. They were too fast, the moment their numbers started to thin, hitting them at long range became impossible for all but the unnatural accuracy to the golem. Each shot from it would kill at least one of the creatures, but it could not fire fast enough. They were closing in. Ark closed his eyes for half a second, taking a breath, before he gave the order he so hated. "Engage."

The others sprang forwards, summoning fire and ice in addition to their psychic abilities, ripping into the creatures in close combat, relying on their small size and natural agility to evade blows. But the Deoxys still had many, while the Mew were so few. Even with the Regi still tearing through the creatures, shrugging off any single attack with naught bar a slight chip in the icy body, the group was slowly overwhelmed. Lucille fell first, unable to fend off four Deoxys at once, blasted three even as the fourth ripped into her from above, sending blood and her body falling to the floor.

Bran and Ryn were next to fall, both struck by the unnatural energy blasts from the creatures, crashing to earth without even a cry. And the creatures just kept coming. Even as Ark blasted one into oblivion, another one appeared to take its place. The surviving Mew shot higher into the air, above the incoming swarm, firing down into the masses in the vain hope of causing enough damage to force a retreat. It failed, the aliens just followed, shifting into different forms, some forming defencive barriers and shielding the sleeker, stronger ones from harm.

And still they fought. Blasting through barrier, screens of light, Deoxys flesh, their only wish was to win, to survive just that little bit longer. The Regi was still firing, now taking down three or more in a single shot as they flew around it, trying to find weakness in its shell. Another Mew fell, ripped apart by a strike from behind. Then went another, Ark incinerating the Deoxys responcible with a psychic pulse, the gem falling with the slain psychic feline. But, just for a moment, time seemed to slow as there was a tiny gasp from his left. Ark spotted crimson out of the corner of his eye, sneaking a momentary glance.

Time paused as he stared. Light's tense body floated in the air, deft paws clasping at the tentacle-like appendage of a Deoxys as it ran through her chest. Ark's upper lip curled back in a snarl, a curse, as he saw that illuminance in her eyes die out, her tail falling limp as the Deoxys threw her to the ground. Her fall was hidden by another of the bastards... the infernal gits that just didn't have the dencency to die. Ark almost howled, enraged at losing the one person in the wasteland who still had their soul, who could still smile.

The psychic shockwave blasted through masses of the creatures, raining their gems down below, some bouncing off of Regice, who was constantly turning and firing at the Deoxys that were trying to attack it from behind, the beams still carving through the creatures with ease. Another Mew fell. Leaving Ark and the two sentries that had sensed the attackers in the first place. Three against an army. And yet they still fought, never once did they stop blasted, even as the sentries were ripped apart.

The Alpha Mew kept on going. Launching himself down through the swarm, blasting them from every angle. The open ground below was littered with gems, gems and the bodies of the fallen. Ark howled again, another psychic pulse ripping through their ranks, forcing them back, allowing him a small moments solace.

"Arceus... look after my comrades souls, they deserve that much," he whispered, gathering even more power into himself, concentrating, feeling it flowing through him, starting to burn. He was overloading his own body with pure psychic energy, he would burn with the creatures, no longer feeling the need to survive his own attacks. After all, what good was one Mew when his troop, and his spirit, had been wiped out?

Just as he was about to fire, one of the faster Deoxys managed to catch him, ramming into his torso, shooting for the thick ice below. There was a massive crack that sounded out through the plains, the lightly-armored creature unable to withstand the impact with solid ice. Ark's own body was battered, broken, he could feel his power fading to almost naught, feel his consciousness slipping away. He gritted his teeth against the pain, fighting it, the hell he was going to let it end like that. Raising his head, even as the creatures closed in to finish him off, he spotted the Regice, sucked in what he knew was his last breath. And he gave the order.

"Blow them all to hell."

"Ac-know-ledge-d!"

As his head hit the freezing, solid, ice below, Ark let himself smile as his vision started to blur. He smiled even as the titan started to glow a brilliant white, its outer shell starting to give off steam. The Deoxys started to retreat, sensing the build up of power inside Regice. But it was too late. With naught a word, the ancient titan released the massive energy in one great explosion. The heat, the light, the shockwave, the smoke, it all sounded out throughout the wastelands, for many, many miles.

It wipped out everything around the golem. The bodies of the fallen being burnt, like their traditions bade them to be, their legacy sounded out in the almighty blast. Even the Deoxys gems were not spared, unable to take the strain. They shattered into dust, dust that was rapidly incincerated in the giant fireball.

Ark died smiling, that last tiny piece of light in his eyes vanishing in the face of the much bigger light of the titan.