Author's Note: Sorry that I haven't updated in awhile, but I'm kinda losing my inspiration with this story. I think this'll probably be the last chapter for awhile. Well, at least until I can find the need to write more of this story.

I promise that this story will not die. I'm just going to put it in...suspended animation for a bit.

Well, no more bad news, lets get to the good part of this story! The story itself!

In a room somewhere in Nolan's home, there was a faint pinkish-purple glow from underneath a closed door. You could hear a faint hum resonating from behind the simple wooden door.

Inside the room, Arbiter, Nolan, Ella the Espeon, Lars the Gallade, and Luke the Lucario stood around the room, with Lars watching over a bed that had a heavily bandaged Zee the Zoroark in it and Nolan looking over a bed that had a heavily bandaged Master Chief in it. They were both still asleep from exhaustion after the battle.

Both Zoroark and Spartan were hooked up to IV's and heart monitors, two faint, steady beeps signaling that they were both breathing steadily and without problems.

The Spartan had to be nearly stripped of his entire undersuit, but luckily, it came apart by use of zippers, and a little gentle cutting with Lar's Psychic attack. Meanwhile, Zee had to get a few patches of fur shaved off in order to fit some nerve pads, the IV, and some stitching to close any large gashes.

Lar's pulled his hand away from Zee, the faint glow and the hum disappearing. Zee sighed in her sleep and shifted slightly before falling back into a deeper sleep. At the same moment, Nolan stopped checking John's vitals.

"Well, they're both stable, that's good. Gotta say, I was expecting sooo much worse."

He looked back up at The Arbiter.

"I think that's all we can do now. I guess we should let them sleep now."

Arbiter nodded.

"That would be the best course of action for now."

They all made their way to the door, Ella deciding to hop onto Arbiter's shoulder on the way out, giggling and getting an eye-roll from Arbiter. Luke flipped the lights off and closed the door when everyone was in the hallway.

The room was quiet, only the heavy hitting the window filled the room with sound. The cloud-cover was so thick that it was almost pitch black in the room. Only the glow from the heart monitor's screen gave any light to the room.

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Master Chief slowly opened his eyes, then closed them and groaned, it felt like he was being blinded by some sort of bright white light. And it was making his eyes hurt.

Slowly opening them again, he suddenly sat straight up, feeling a small throbbing in his back. There WAS a bright white light.

Looking around, John saw that he was lying in a bed, hooked up to an IV and a heart monitor. But the bed and equipment seemed to be floating in a white void.

There was s sudden white flash that temporarily blinded the Spartan, but when he blinked away the spots I his eyes, he saw that he was in what appeared to be a massive room. The ceiling looked like it was almost a hundred feet high, with large murals on the ceiling. The creatures in the murals looked like the Legendaries that he has seen in the book he read. The rest of the ceiling looked like it was made of gold, reflecting like a mirror.

The walls were lined with golden and ivory pillars, all reaching up to the ceiling. Large windows reaching to the ceiling and located between the pillars showed the greenery outside.

Looking over the bed's edge, he saw that the ground was a shining black and white with intricate designs.

Now deciding to look around, he was a little surprised to see that he wasn't even on the floor! The bed he was on seemed to be sitting on some sort of table.

Besides all that, the room was entirely empty. Not a single living soul or piece of furniture, except for the table, was in the room.

He tried to get up and out of the bed, but he felt a sharp jabbing pain in his back that kept him from getting out of the bed.

He could barely move his legs from the pain. Chief was used to intense pain, from getting shot by plasma rifles and falling to a planet's surface from space, but this was a lingering pain that spread across his back.

"Oh, I forgot about your hurt back. In the name of Me, I am so forgetful at times."

John turned to see a familiar equine Pokemon standing over him.

"Arceus?"

The Alpha Pokemon smiled and nodded. She was still the same size as John had last seen her, where she was only three feet taller than him.

"Yes Master Chief. It's good to visit you again, albeit still in your dreams. I must say, the others were actually quite impressed with your little battle against Zee. But I didn't expect less from a Spartan of your caliber."

John gave a faint grin.

"Thanks."

He decided not to question how the Legendaries saw his battle with the Zoroark, simply going with the answer 'They're God Pokemon.'. He gazed around the room.

"Where am I?"

Arceus simply shrugged.

"You are currently in the Hall of Origins. In a room I created just for these type of talks with you."

If Chief had spun around to completely face Arceus any faster, his spine would would've broke. He didn't notice the throbbing pain in his back this time.

"You mean you created a room this big JUST so you have a place to talk with me? How did you do it so fast?"

Arceus only gave a sly smile.

"I AM the God Pokemon of God Pokemon. This was simply put together with a little bit of thought and power."

Her smile was still sly, but her eyes narrowed.

"In the Hall of Origins, there is almost nothing I can't do."

For some reason that escaped the Spartan, he gulped at what the Alpha had just said.

Arceus then adopted a look of nonchalant and took a few steps forward until she was standing at the edge that the bed the Spartan was in.

"Now, according to Dialga, you're going to be asleep for awhile, even if you are fully healed. I can see that with all that strength and stamina, it comes with a cost."

Arceus actually brought a golden hoof up and smothered a giggle.

"Since you practically broadcasted all of your memories through your dreams, we could see some previous events."

Arceus's sly grin returned.

"In all my times, I have never seen a human eat so much and not gain weight or get lethargic afterwards, but instead get so energetic that he could run a human marathon and not even be winded by the end of it."

Chief wasn't embarrassed by that statement. In fact, it was trivial knowledge to him.

"Well, yes...Spartans, since we are so strong, fast, and have such quick reflexes, we need to eat enough to sustain ourselves. Average amounts of food just don't cut it. We need a lot of energy."

Arceus grinned a little more.

"I guess having an appetite rivaling that of Groudon doesn't bother you?"

Master Chief gave her a deadpan look.

"I don't even know who that is."

Arceus simply waved a hoof.

"Imagine a red, armor-plated lizard, I guess a Tyrannosaurus Rex in your world, that is well over 30 feet high."

John glared at Arceus.

"Are you insulting me?"

Arceus simply shook her hoof in a dismissive wave.

"No no, I'm just saying that you have a rather healthy appetite."

Master Chief was about to retort when it finally came to him. He was having an argument about eating with God.

He was starting to question if this was just a coma dream after that fight with Zee or if it was really happening.

"Oh don't worry, this is really happening."

John looked up and gave an annoyed look at Arceus.

"Did you just read my mind?"

Arceus grinned.

"Nope, your expression pretty much gave it away."

She then sighed wistfully.

"I must say, it's been too long since I've had a conversation like this with a human that wasn't trying to capture me, kill me, enslave me, trying to steal my powers, or is just too scared to even talk to me. And I guess think that getting visited by me makes them special, makes them some sort of prophet or voice for me, or is just too scared to speak to me."

She frowned for the first time Chief had actually seen her. And this was one of obvious distress.

"...too long..."

Shaking away her thoughts Arceus's smile returned.

"I guess it's my job to keep you entertained until the time for your body to heal up is over. I don't really do much, since the others are the ones who keep the world in balance."

She casually twirled a hoof at that.

"Though, others like Mew, Mewtwo, Victini, and some of the others don't really do anything either. I guess they could be help."

Chief didn't really have much to say anymore. This world was still new to him, and he's only been here for a few days. So he didn't really have much to say to what Arceus had said but:

"Why me...?"

He groaned it out while putting his head in his hands.

Arceus smiled gently at him.

"Strange things happen for strange reasons. I may have created this world, but I can't control the laws of existence. Nothing I could've done could have prevented this."

John felt something envelope his body and lift him out of the bed, the force making sure not to put pressure on his back.

"Now that we've gotten all of that stuff out of the way, why don't I give you a tour of the Hall of Origins?"

Before Chief even got a chance to give an answer, he was lifted over and set on Arceus's back, her form starting to grow a little so that she could carry the Spartan. Her Psychic kept his form positioned so that his back wouldn't start to hurt.

"You're free to feel honored, Spartan, for no human in history has ever gotten to see the Hall of Origins and all of it's glory."

Master Chief felt a stronger pressure on his head.

"I'll just make sure that your head doesn't explode from sheer excitement."

John rolled his eyes and groaned at the Alpha's humor. Arceus gently floated off of the table and onto the floor, where her form grew a little bigger so that she could move a little faster around the Hall.

Chief sighed and gently laid onto Arceus's back. He didn't know what was going to happen, but he didn't have a choice in the matter, since the God herself was pretty much telling him to take a tour with her.

"I am NOT! I just want to be a good host and show you around the Hall of Origin so that you don't get lost if you want to go somewhere."

Chief groaned in annoyance. She had just read his mind this time.

"I most certainly have."

He facepalmed.

Author's Note: Finished finally. Sorry if this chapter seems a little lazy, but I felt a little uninspired when writing this.

Or maybe I'm suffering from Artist's Syndrome.

Who knows?