[Medulla’s POV]
If this is who I think it is, then I don’t have much that can take them down quickly. So I’ll just go with a functional set up that they aren’t resistant to. As the town approached I began to strategize.
Let’s see for my Battle Moves… Can’t go wrong with Shadow Ball… well usually. Charge Beam, even though it isn’t exceptionally powerful, could come in handy. Ice Beam might be useful. That leaves one more move… Ooooohhh, I haven’t gotten a chance to use this one yet, Psystrike, you beautiful piece of destructive power, are going for a test run. And with that my Battle moveset was complete.
The village was called Surehoof Springs. As I walked through the sleepy hamlet I skimmed the minds of the locals for information. It mostly consisted of earth ponies, and it was a winter vacation resort. At this time of year it’s very quiet, and has no visitors. There was something else on all their minds, something they couldn’t quite put into words. The ground beneath their hoofs was acting oddly. The hot springs’ flow was intermittent and full of mud, and the snowmelt was disappearing without flowing into the rivers. The didn’t think much about it because it was the off season, but it still itched at the back of their minds.
Okay, good incentive to get this done with as little collateral damage as possible. But where is the epicenter? With that thought I levitated myself as high as I could, about one thousand feet in the air. I then snapped my fingers summoning the power of Miracle Eye. I may only be able to carry four moves into a battle, but outside of combat, with enough concentration I can use any move Mewtwo was ever able to learn and give it further utility. In battle, Miracle Eye enables psychic types attacks to damage normally immune enemies, but outside of battle, I can use it to see what the naked eye cannot.
What I saw confirmed my suspicions. Another landscape was overriding the natural one. It was starting deep underground, and faded in and out quickly. The process would take about at least a year to complete and by then most of the residence would have left because the winter attractions would have stopped working and the tourist would have stopped coming. At the top of the ridge that overlooked the town, there was a structure sitting just below the surface of this reality. It was like looking at an ancient Greek temple, with its roof torn off, under thirty feet of water. And I was beginning to understand what was happening.
Spear Pillar was being dragged to this world, and with it, more than likely, the rest of the world of Pokemon.
[Luna’s POV]
If Luna understood one thing about minds, it was that they couldn’t come in contact without leaving some trace on the other. Where that contact was a discussion over tea, or the actual melding of thoughts, minds have a way of leaving marks on one another. She was going to use this to find Medulla. A mind as powerful as his could not help but leave a trail on any creature that could think.
“Where art thou Medulla? Show me some trail.” Luna muttered under her breath as she soared over the mountains surrounding Canterlot.
None of the villages’ so far had a trace of Medulla’s presence. And there were so many villages in the mountains around Canterlot. It would take hours just to canvas each once. Most of the hamlets’ residences dreams were peaceful, with the occasional nightmare about Ursas or rockslides. After six hours she found one town that was not as asleep as it should be. She would have to return to Canterlot to set the moon soon, but this warranted investigation.
[Medulla’s POV]
I raced towards the forming Spear Pillar, not sure if could do anything to undo the current damage, but that sure as hell wasn’t going to stop me from trying. As I got closer to it I felt like i was swimming through jell-o. It seemed that this reality was trying and failing to expunge the intruding structure, and the one bringing it here was working slowly, possibly to avoid attracting more attention than necessary.
I finally broke through into the desolate temple. They knew I was there but they decided that I was not a substantial threat and continued their work out of site. “Hay water for brains, why don’t you stop metaphorically mutilating this plane of existence for FIVE SECONDS, so I can ram a Ice Beam SO FAR UP YOUR ASS YOU'LL HAVE BRAIN FREEZE FOR THE REST OF YOUR SHORT LIFE!!” Smack talk: the best way to convince a species bent on fighting to become stronger to do exactly what you want.
“Young One, do you honestly believe that you could kill the LITERAL GOD OF SPACE!!” A pink bipedal ‘dragon’, more than twice my size, shimmered into existence twenty feet in front on me.
“OH good, arrogant and stupid a winning combination!” The amount of sarcasm in my thoughts almost hurt me, ”Palkia, You’re no more a god than I am. I’m also not that young, I have around 1200 years of experience.You’re an elder dragon who just so happens to be able to control the fabric of space. In terms of raw potential we stand as equals, so don’t give me that high and might bull ‘cause I’ll start takin’ this personally.” With that I took a fighting stance.
He just laughed like everything I said was the greatest comedy routine he’d ever heard. For that I just snapped my fingers and unleashed Psystrike. All around him psychic energy congealed into a physical form of razor sharp shrapnel, it then bombarded him from every angle. The result was a Palkia that looked like it been through a washing machine filled with grass shards and razor-wire.
“YOU. DARE. STRIKE. ME!!!” Palkia yelled breathing heavily between each word.
“You really are dumb! I don’t just dare, I did!” I said completely monotone.
All of a sudden Palkia realized that he might be out classed. So he got desperate. “If you kill me this area will explode, with a force greater than any you could possibly comprehend, without my influence.”
“Bluff, calling it. Why do some many creatures not realise that because I speak directly to their minds that I can read their thoughts. This superimposed reality will be expunged, as will all the damage you’re done. Even that crap with the Crystal Empire. Good the world will repair that on its own eventually. Why’d you do that anyway… No, wait, you just told me, REALLY you’re stupid rivalry with Dialga. I’m going to rip those shiny little orbs off your shoulders and force you to watch me crush th-” That was when I remembered one of the most important rules of a fight; don’t monologue when you’re enemy is free to move, because they will hit you VERY HARD, just like Palkia did to me at that moment with Spacial Rend.
Were it not for the border of this area acting like a massive cushion, I likely would have flown all the way back to Canterlot. The power behind that attack was nothing to sneeze at but it was meant to get me away from him more than it was to harm me. As I regained my bearings, I noticed that Palkia was now standing on the ground outside the barrier and I was floating on the other side, and he looked like he was getting ready to do something big. He was facing the town so I knew that he was going to smash some shit up, and I had to stop him.
Some how he knew that I wanted to protect the town, and because I wanted that he was going to destroy it. I raced towards him charging up an Ice Beam in my left hand that might freeze him. As if predicting this he shot a quick Aura Sphere at me, not that he needed to aim it, it never misses. I wasn’t too worried about it hitting me, but if I was going to win this, with as little damage to the village as possible, every hit point would count. Just before it impacted me in the head I fired a Shadow Ball from my mouth. Luckily they canceled each other out.
I landed in front of Palkia and fired the Ice Beam I was holding. He managed to unleash his attack just before he froze solid. That attack was Bulldoze. Thankfully for the sleeping people of Surehoof Springs, I was able to absorbed the brunt of the attack. I was not looking much better than Palkia by this point, and I could only move at about ⅔ my normal speed.
“YOU DARE TO HARM INNOCENTS!!! YOU WISH TO SEE DEATH!! WELL THEN, I’LL SEND YOU RIGHT TO YVELTAL’S DOOR!!!!!” It been a long time since I felt such unadulterated rage. And it was going to feel good to let it loose. I summoned the power of Psystrike once more but instead of congealing my psychic energy into shrapnel, I formed it into a sword, more specifically a Scottish claymore. I grasped the Psy-Sword in my right hand, and rushed the still frozen body of Palkia. I stabbed him right where his heart should be, and I let the sword’s power erupt. The ice around Palkia shattered, his body fell limply on the ground, blood gushing from the cannon ball sized wound in his chest.
“Palkia, I know you’re still slightly conscious in there, so I’m telling you this a courtesy. I going to find out everything you know, even if it means tearing your dieing mind apart piece by piece, Mmmkay.” With that last bit of hatred dripping from my thoughts, I bore through every scrap of knowledge he ever held. Most of it was useless or too degraded from his imminent death, but I did find out that a group had formed after I was encased in stone. This group was intent on bringing everything from the Pokemon world into the Equestria. They called themselves Team Cascade, Man that’s a dumb name, well so are most of the team names from Pokemon, so I shouldn’t judge.
To my surprise the body started to dissipate. The would-be 'Spear Pillar' also faded into nothing. The world was reasserting its normal state. The only sign of the fight was the ice, blood, and broken trees left behind. Even more surprising was the the only things that didn’t dissipate from the body, were Palkia’s two shoulder pearls one shrunk slightly but retained it’s color it now resembled a massive pearl, the other shrunk to about fist sized and changed in color to resemble a gray cat’s-eye marble with dark purple and blue.
I chucked the gigantic pearl, also known as the Lustrous Orb, in my ‘bag’, likely to never be seen again. The fist sized cat’s-eye marble was something I’d been looking for for quite some time, the beauteous Mewtwonite X. I held it gingerly in one hand, watching it gleam in the starlight. While in the stone I’d seen something people like me had done, that I wanted to do it now.
I held the Megastone above me and focused my mind one the magic rock. “Let those who value the freedom of all sapient life and the beauty of nature call upon the name of Medulla in your hour of need and I will lend aid… Or if you want to hang out or whatever that cool to.” I let it drop and snapped my fingers using Gravity to make a much small wormhole out to the Void underneath it.
And with that I passed out on the dirt, my only thought, why are those shrubs walking towards me?