This story was requested by Aristicus to be posted here. I have chosen to do so.

Much like the Pokemon Adventures manga, the chapter titles start with vs. (versus). That doesn't necessarily mean there is a fight against the Pokemon listed in the chapter title. There could just be an argument or negative conflict.

As you can tell here in the prologue, this was written before Gen 5. Thus, no Gen 5 Pokemon have appeared and the Gen 5 Legendaries are not mentioned in the story that Hikari's brother tells her.

I hope you like it! Enjoy!

Pokemon: Way of the Gods

"Over 1000 years ago, the world was governed by many Pokemon with god-like powers. They were usually placed in pairs or trios. Three birds to command fire, ice, and lightning. Three dogs to control volcanoes, thunderstorms, and northern winds. Three beings to represent emotion, willpower, and knowledge. A single entity made from lava that formed the great Stark Mountain. Three golems of stone, ice, and steel, led by a single golem of immeasurable power. A pixie capable of time travel. Two sacred birds, one of sky and one of sea. A psychic feline and its man-made clone. Two Eon Pokemon, twin dragons of blue and red. A beast to expand the sea and another to expand the land. A dragon serving as protector of the skies. A wish-granter who sleeps 1000 years before awakening for seven days. A strange alien that came from outer space with the ability to shift forms. A lord of time and a lord of space. A creature ruling an alternate dimension opposite of our own. A ruler of nightmares and a queen of dreams. A prince of the sea and its dew-making young. A flower-lover of gratitude. And, leading them all, is the god of all Pokemon…

But one day, we drove the gods away. Disasters occurred and many died. The gods did not help us. What good were they if they allowed us to die? So we drove them away. Where, nobody knows. Some say to the top of Mt. Coronet and others say to another world entirely. Nobody cared, though. The gods never helped us. We didn't need them.

Our world grew dark and dangerous. The lands shifted, forming mountains and gorges. The sea formed tsunamis and drowned many. The land turned against us, becoming too dangerous to travel across all alone. Some Pokemon went insane, becoming wild Pokemon. Nothing was safe any longer.

The sun never came out, covered by an endless mass of black clouds. But still, we kept our independence. We continued to live our lives without the gods. Many died but we kept our decisions firm. The gods never returned…"

"That was an amazing story, big brother! Is it true?"

"Yes, Hikari. It's true. 1000 years ago, we drove the gods away because they didn't help us in our time of need."

"Maybe they were helping us,"

"Don't say that, Hikari. It's just a story. We don't need the help of gods. Our lives are fine the way they are."

"But—"

"No 'buts'. Now get into bed and go to sleep. We have work to do tomorrow."

"Okay…good night,"

"Good night, Hikari."

The Umbreon vanished down the tunnel of their underground home, leaving his little sister to sleep. But Hikari did not want to sleep. Getting up, the tiny Eevee yawned and looked around her small room. It was plain but comfortable. She wished to see the sky, even as stormy as it always is.

"Pokemon with god-like power," the Eevee whispered. "I wonder where they all went…"