Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon Mystery Dungeon or any of the chars in it. How ever, the personalities and names I've given to the pokemon are my own.

After Palkia attacks Darkrai when he tries to escape through time, he's left with no memory of who he is or what happened. Months later, he finds himself recruited to the very same Rescue Team who took part in defeating him. But unfortunately, he doesn't know who they are or why everyone around him seems to hate him. Through his journey of self-discovery, can he find out who he is, especially when someone in particular is trying to make sure not only that he stays amnesiac, but to make sure that he's gone forever?

A/N: Usually, I don't like doing things that revolve around legendaries but I couldn't pass up something like this. Why I don't like legendaries? I don't know, probably because when I was a kid, whenever someone caught the legendaries on the games, they would use them in battles to pwn everybody and I've been annoyed of them ever since. I now only catch legendaries to complete my pokedex but I don't like battling with them or doing anything that revolves around them, but this story was just staring me in the face and I just had to write it. So I hope you enjoy, Void of Darkness.

PS: Editing this, Opal, Berlitz, and Stupidity due to new fanfiction settings.

"Thoughtspeech"

Ch. 1: Pyras's Discovery

"So here we are again huh Scamper?" The large orange dragon said with a smirk. His flaming tail swaying casually on the ground behind him. He slung the explorer pack higher on his shoulder where it wouldn't fall off. Behind the tail a large penguin with a trident for a beak grunted.

"Pyras, I told you to never call me that stupid nickname. I still hate you for giving it to me, especially after you told me where you got it from." Pyras laughed.

"What? You don't like being named after the human movie Scamper the Happy Piplup?"

"Now's not the time to discuss this."

And the empoleon spoke the truth. In Mystifying Forest, they found themselves surrounded by another group of pokemon which called themselves Monster Houses. Pokemon in the area didn't usually bother travelers until you trespassed in their territory or threatened their nest or food supply. In which case, the pokemon would band together to keep their homes safe. Two aipoms hung from a tree in front of Scamper, one hanging from a limb by its tail and the other perched on all fours on top. Two scythers were poised nearby, one standing next to the other, obviously mates due to the one on the right having a larger abdomen. And to their side was an angry torterra, her brow furrowed in anger.

"Mama, is it safe to come out yet?" That was when Pyras noticed a small green head poking out of the bushes. The torterra's expression softened as she turned to look at the head.

"Not yet Little Sprout, we have to deal with this little annoyance first." The head nodded as if it understood and went back.

"Scamp, there's a child in the bushes, we're going to have to rearrange our plans." Before he could get in another word, the male scyther overheard him.

"They're planning an attack, we have to strike now!" He called out as he sprang forward blades gleaming in the moonlight aiming for Pyras's left while his mate went to the right. The aipoms giggled as the top lept from the branch, the bottom one grabbing on to it's tail and flinging it in Scamper's direction, its claws bared. The torterra simply stood where it was and stomped its foot hard on the ground, sending a seismic vibration in the earth that shook everything in the area. Pyras flapped his wings hard, once he was airborne he latched his front claws into Scamper's shoulders.

"No time to change plans, Maneuver Firefighter!" Scamper called up to Pyras as he lifted his partner into the air. He opened his mouth, his eyes glowing red, as he fired a blazing inferno at the grassy terrain, setting the area ablaze. He heard the turtwig's cries nearby, in fear of the strange flaming interloper. The scythers finding that they missed their mark let out their wings. Whirring in the air, they flew towards the two airborne pokemon.

"Go!" Pyras called out as he flung the empoleon towards the inferno he had caused. The penguin put his fins tightly to his side, the water stored in his body emerging and enveloping him. He put himself at an angle so rather than using Aqua Jet directly into the ground, he went a little to the left of where he had previously stood. As his body flew directly into the forest fire, the water counteracted against the fire, keeping him safe from the hot embers but it wouldn't last for long. As he shot out of the fire, he dismissed the Aqua Jet by extending his fins and spun at a furious rate with his beak out as he felt himself come in contact with a soft body.

"Gah!" cried the Aipom as the Drill Peck hit its mark. It went flying into the nearby tree and passed out. Its companion, with a frown on its face, poked at it trying to wake it up. When it found this was all in vain it called out,

"Ooh ooh! Friend hurt, friend hurt!"

The female scyther that was heading for Pyras looked to the ground with worry written on her face.

"Go," her mate told her."I can handle this." He hovered for a moment, to look at her, she nodded at him and flew in the aipoms' direction. She landed, bundled the injured primate up with the flat ends of her blades, and flew off with the second aipom leaping tree to tree after her. With soft eyes, the scyther watched her go, so distracted that he almost didn't notice the Ember coming in his direction. It didn't hit, but it was so large that he still felt the heat from it and winced.

"Don't interfere." Pyras said. "We mean you no harm." The bug-type snorted and motioned to the ground.

"That's 'no harm' to you?" He demanded angrily as he flew towards him with his blades crossed, the blades tinted green. As the X-Scissor landed, it did nothing more than to push the immense dragon back. Using the push to his advantage, he stalled his wings for a moment and pivoted around, his flaming tail hitting the scyther in the gut and knocking it away in the trees below. Pyras snorted.

"Local pokemon can be such a nuisance." He looked down to the ground, the torterra was outside of the blaze, looking around in worry for her child and Scamper was too busy extinguishing them with Hydro Pump. Pyras sighed and flapped his wings twice, raising himself higher into the air, his body a silhouette in the full moon. Then, folding his wings against his back, he dove into the fire as he felt them flickering against his body. He winced when he felt some of Scamper's water come in contact with his tail but kept going. He spotted the young turtwig who was cowering in fear in the bushes. Pyras picked it up as he flew over it and the turtle pokemon started to whimper.

"I'm not going to hurt you." Pyras said as he flew out of the flames and found a clearing to land in. But he doubted the turtwig heard him over the air blowing past their ears. Or if it did, he didn't think it believed them after setting the forest on fire. He set it down where it backed away from the charizard with terror in its eyes. Suddenly, a dark orb appeared from behind it and hit the young pokemon. Its eyes turned purple for a moment as they widened in shock, as the orb enveloped him, it went inside its chest and the pokemon fell to the ground unconcious. Pyras blinked.

"Why is that familiar to me?" And as he spoke, a dark figure floated in from the trees, white trailing from the back of its head and red spikes surrounded its neck. As it approached, it appeared to draw a shadow outside of the Turtwig into itself. The grass pokemon shivered and shifted in its spot on the ground as though it was in pain or as thought it was having, "A nightmare." Pyras mumbled. "Darkrai!" He growled at the pokemon. But the ghost pokemon barely even noticed the aura being drawn from the small pokemon as though it was unintentional.

"Darkrai? A low deep voice with an inquisitive look in its eyes. Who is this, 'Darkrai' of which you speak?"

Pyras growled for a moment, preparing to attack. He always hated how thought-speech rang in his head, it was impossible to ignore it, but before he did anything, his expression changed from anger to confusion.

"You mean you don't know?' He asked, suddenly recalling Palkia's words monthes ago.

"I know not of Darkrai, I know of Void. Relax, I mean the child no harm, he shall awake eventually, I only wished to keep him from the emotion known as fear."

He did seem different now that Pyras had the chance to look at him. His eyes were soft and blank. Not the twisted evil look he had seen during their last encounter.

"Why do you call yourself Void?"

"It is not a name I have given myself, but rather, a name the pokemon of the forest have given me. Allow me to demonstrate why."

As he said this, his eyes drifted a little to the left of Pyras and the dragon turned around.

A worried torterra greeted his eyes as she lumbered in the turtwig's direction.

"Little Sprout?" she called out to the sleeping form. Darkrai extended his right hand, aiming it at the Torterra.

"Dark Void!" he called out as a small black orb started to grow in his palm, similar to the one before. As Pyras watched, the aura that was being drawn from the turtwig soon shifted in direction to lend power to the attack. It grew larger and larger until it was larger than torterra. It fired from the phantom's palm and struck it in the back. The torterra looked up in surprise, her eyes purple.

"Wha-?" she said, as the orb enveloped her whole body, tree and all. She fell to the ground with a heavy thud, legs sprawled out next to her child.

Soon an aura started to draw from her as well in the nightmare pokemon's direction.

"Stop!" Pyras called to Void, "Can't you see they're in pain?"

Void shook his head.

"This, I can not help. It is an ability I've had for as long as I can remember, to cause pokemon painful night visions as they sleep."

And even as Pyras watched, he could tell this was true. A transparent turtwig floated from Little Sprout's body. The transparent pokemon looked around in fear, dark fog surrounding him and only him.

"Mama?" he called out helplessly as the spirit began to float around the clearing. "Mama, where are you?"

Pyras recognized this as well, he was witnessing the pokemon's nightmare, just as he had months ago.

"Do you enjoy experiencing your companion's nightmare?" Darkrai asked with an icy tone. He was clearly enjoying the piplup's pain.

"Scamp!" Pyras called out as he ran towards the fallen penguin's side. His spirit rose from his body, floating over the area watching something that the charmander couldn't see.

"Pyras," The floating Scamper was saying. "Pyras, please don't go." He said with tears falling from his eyes as he watched an unseen spot. Py realized that he was experiencing the moment when he was going to disappear. All future pokemon were meant to disappear. Dusknoir, Grovyle, and even himself. He turned to Cresselia who had fallen in pain to the ground someways behind him. She was out of it, there was nothing he could do but fight Darkrai and hope that he would awaken once he was defeated. As he turned to face the phantom, a loud, dark chuckle filled his head.

"Excuse me." Pyras almost didn't register the voice as he shook his head and looked to the Darkrai who was floating closer.

"I noticed that look in your eye when you looked at me. Have, have we met before?"

Pyras looked away for a moment to avoid eye contact.

"No, no we've never met before."

Disappointment was apparent in Void's eyes.

"I see. Well if it's all the same, do you mind if I joined you? I... I don't know why, but I feel as though if I go with you, I can learn more about myself."

"Well," the dragon started hesitantly. He honestly didn't know what to say, he was sure that Void would be valuable to the team with his ability to put multiple pokemon to sleep, but what would the others say?

"Pyras!" a voice called out that he recognized as Scamper's. Knowing how rash the empoleon could be, he put a claw on the darkrai, something they had to do with new recruits, reached in his bag with his free claw, pulled out a small bead, and held it up in the air. The bead grew and they were both enveloped in a bright light as well as the penguin, and disappeared from the forest.