The Hall of Origins Ch. 2

As the two dragon pokemon rocketed toward Darkrai at frightening speed, Cresselia quickly blasted an Aurora Beam at the blue and silver dragon. Utilizing this distraction, Darkrai conjured a Dark Pulse and released it at the other dragon. Both of the dragon pokemon roared at the Lunar Duo, but oddly enough, didn’t attack them.
“Interesting. It looks like we are of no importance to them.” said Darkrai.
“Oh my, it’s Palkia and Dialga! What are they doing?” Cresselia wondered.
Palkia and Dialga were staring at each other vehemently; there was so much hate and malice in their eyes that one knows that they had had serious conflicts before.
“I’ll shift the planet’s axis to bring destruction upon you, wretch!” screeched Palkia. He then swooped above Dialga and shot down a heavy Hydro Pump, which forced the blue dragon down on to the cold ground. He quickly got back up and bellowed at Palkia, “I’ll not tolerate this any longer! You fool, I’m going to send you into a lifetime in oblivion! And you will SUFFER!”
With a loud ear-splitting roar, the atmosphere around them turned freezing cold. All sounds of nature and other pokemon disappeared in an instant, and there was no longer a peaceful blue sky.Instead, the sky became pitch black with blobs of electric blue nebulas here and there along with piercing white stars, winking on and off. The mountains and trees below them were merely transparent outlines. It was as if they were in a whole new world, or in this case, universe.
“Roar of Time,” Darkrai whispered in awe. He and Cresselia are now somehow trapped in this battle between the two legends and can’t find a way out. They are locked in space and time.
“Darkrai, what must we do?” Cresselia began to panic, overwhelmed by the sudden change of  surroundings.
“I feel we should try and stop this, but my gut tells me we should just wait it out. And I’m going with my gut,” he said grimly. Darkrai stood in front of Cresselia, ready to protect her shall any harm come their way.
“I’ve never seen any pokemon so furious like this. It’s horrifying!”
“They must have a very good reason to be this violent at each other,” he replied. How did they all of a sudden get into this mess? They have business to attend to, and they simply cannot stay in this void forever.
Meanwhile, Palkia screamed in agony. The distortion of time seemed to disrupt his aura and power for he violently trembled with such intense pain. The torments he faced created more loathing- it simply just added fuel to his furious fire- and when he spoke, it was with harsh venom.
“You...I should have let you rot in the filthy dungeons back then! You deserved all the pain and misery! You dog, you ignorant vile being! Go die in a pile of your own blood!” Palkia sharply inhaled and gave a mighty roar, and upon doing so, an aura of pinkish energy surrounded his body with hints of purple hue.
“Such immense power he yields!” Cresselia exclaimed.
Dialga wailed in intensive torture. Space ripped around him, revealing gaps of purplish light from within. He was trapped in this flurry of shredding. A nasty slash appeared on his face and all over his body. It was like being shredded into pieces by an invisible army of knives.
“We have to stop this! They could die!”
“No, Cresselia, we mustn’t! As much as I hate it, it’s their fight, not ours,” Darkrai angrily replied. Why was he angry? Was it due to the two dragon’s fury? How can this even happen?
“Fine. You go ahead and stick with your silly instinct, I’m going in! I’m not going to let this destroy us all!” Like lightning, she flew and rammed into Palkia, which threw him off-balanced and ending his Spacial Rend. She then slashed Palkia while he was off guard, sending him farther away from Dialga.
“Looks like it’s my turn. Why must Cresselia do this to me?” Darkrai charged toward Dialga and attempted to use Dark Void, though he strongly regretted it, to stop Dialga from battling anymore. Unfortunately, Dialga avoided it just in time and striked Darkrai down with Dragon Claw.
“Do not interfere! Fool, this is not your fight!”
“I know, I know. I didn’t want to get involved in this feud of yours, but if you do not stop this immediately, you shall get seriously injured if not killed!” Darkrai responded. He circled around Dialga, trying to confuse him. As Dialga rapidly turned around, only a dark wisp of smoke was left. Befuddled, he turned his attention back to Palkia, who was now fighting a gold and pink crescent-shaped pokemon.
“Look again.”
“W-what?!” Too late. Darkrai blasted the most powerful Shadow Ball he can create and aimed it straight toward Dialga’s diamond chest. With a loud KA-BOOM Diagla soared straight into Palkia, surprising both Palkia and Cresselia.
“I’ve had enough of your presence!” thundered Palkia. A muffled grunt can be heard as Dialga pushed himself away from Palkia.
“Same here, you big brute! Time to end this!”
“No!” yelled Darkrai and Cresselia. They dashed toward the two dragons, hoping they might stop them before their final deadly blast.
Both of the two dragon legends got into position, readying an an aura sphere.
“Oh please, no!” Cresselia screamed.
Palkia and Dialga blasted the aura sphere straight at each other at the exact same time. As the two beams collided, searing bright light and power exploded like an atomic bomb. Darkrai and Cresselia- extremely near when it collided- was launched back, Darkrai and Cresselia in the opposite direction.
With strident shrieks, the two dragon pokemon were also blasted apart in different directions. The starry night sky instantly faded away and the calming blue sky returned, welcoming the legends with open arms. The silvery outlines of nature vanished and the colors of the trees, mountains, and the rocky terrain popped back into place.
The Lunar duo were separated as were the dragon pokemon. Loud sounds of landing and trees being torn down can be heard by all who were near. A second later, a swarm of frightened Beedrills and Pidgeys escaped the crashing site, leaving an eerie silence in the aftermath.

There was a gentle rustle of leaves from above where Lia lay. She was in human form again. Apparently, the battle took a lot of energy and it must have exhausted her out for her to return to this form. Lia was against an ancient tree that had been damaged by the crash before. Groaning, she tried to get up but fell back, seething in pain. The impact of the aura beams sent Cresselia back at the speed of light, and upon landing on the earthy floor, caused serious injury to her spine and the back of her head.
“Ow... Darkrai? Are you alright?” She sluggishly looked around, being careful not to trigger any more pain. Darkrai was nowhere to be seen. It appeared that she and Darkrai are separated for the time being.
After resting against the tree for several hours, Cresselia painstakingly got up and tried to figure out where on earth is she.
“Looks like I’m west from where we originally were... and it’s pretty far off too.”
Her eyes surveyed the sky. It was evening and she was tired and hungry. However, she cannot simply rest for another day for she needed to get to the reunion as soon as she can. Maybe then she will find Darkrai there.
Lia began to walk on a beaten path she found when she suddenly tripped over something heavy.
“Mistress, it is not polite to trip on top of another person.” came a manly voice.
“Oh! I’m sorry I-” Lia’s eyes widened in shock. It was a  young handsome man. Although he looked young, there was something about him that seemed to make him older than his years, ancient and wise. He had short pinkish hair that complemented his sharp ruby eyes. He had a pair of luminescent pearl earrings on each lobe and with every motion, the pearls flashed a bright light at her, like twinkling stars. He wore a silvery white gorget along with a black metallic layer underneath. The metallic layer stretched to his two arms where two pearly gauntlets were worn; there was a pearl the size of a goose egg embedded on top of the forearm of the gauntlet. A cuisse of the same pearly material was worn around his legs, matching his white boots with light purple stripes. The young man promptly stood up, his cape flowing behind him, and bowed deeply at Lia, who backed away, stunned.
“I apologize for the, ah, trouble you got into with me and Dialga. Allow me to introduce myself. You already know me as Palkia, but in my human form I am known as Sir Kai.” he formerly said. He winced in pain as he bowed, but continued to stay in that position, waiting for her to respond.
“It is alright. I understand you were really angry about something that doesn’t need me to interfere. I too apologize. I shouldn’t have involved myself in your fight, but I couldn’t just let you get seriously hurt- or even killed.”
“Ah, you are a kind and caring one. I thank you for your efforts miss...?”
“The name’s Lia, but you already know me in my pokemon form.” responded Lia.
“Oh yes, Cresselia, one of the Lunar Duo. I’ve heard many tales of your adventures and power. It is an honor...might I ask where is your partner, Darkrai?” Sir Kai straightened his back and peered around Cresselia, hoping to find Darkrai. Instead, something glittered in the path behind her.
“I fear he is somewhere east of here, far east. This is not good. He and I need to reach the Hall of Origins for some kind of reunion.”
“The Hall of Origins?” Sir Kai inquired. “What a coincidence Mistress Lia, for I too am heading there.” He took out a battered envelope and handed it to her. “Arceus is calling.”
“You’re going too? Is...Dialga coming as well?” she timidly asked. She hoped her question didn’t arose any anger in him; it would only make things worse.
“Unfortunately, yes. That arrogant prick! He should just stay home and away from me. I can’t stand his presence!” Sir Kai gently pushed Lia aside as he grabbed for his shiny burgonet helmet and sword. He swung his sword around, testing it, and then satisfyingly placed it back into its matching baldric.
“Why, if I may ask, do you not want him around you?”
“...It is not your story to hear Mistress. I do not want to burden you with my tale.”
“I’ve faced a surfeit of burdens before, burdens which haunts me to this very day.” Lia countered. She shivered as she remembered the fight with Professor Pine and most ultimately, King Gira.
He did not answer for a long time as he polished his helmet. “...I’ll shall accompany you to the Hall of Origins... It’s the least I could do to make up for what I’ve done.”

CAW! A stealthy Honchkrow flew above Darkrai as he lay half submerged in water. He was in human form again and he was in a world of searing pain. There was something wrong with his chest.
‘...cracked ribs,’ Rai thought as he laid there, thinking. He had awoke in a pile of muddy water and several pokemon nearby edged nearer to him, curious. A couple of Pumpkaboos jumped on top of him, staring at him with unfathomable eyes. An Audino wandered by and, noticing Rai’s pain, used Heal Pulse to heal him.
Rai nodded his appreciation toward the Audino as he slowly sat up, forcing the Pumpkaboos to playfully roll off of him.
“Such kindness. We need this kindness and love in the world more.” Before Rai stood up, a pair of strong hands grabbed for his throat, it’s nails digging into his skin.
“Fool! Look at what you’ve done! I could have ended it, I could’ve finished him once and for all!” A man of his early twenties screamed. He had a curtain of royal blue hair. A silvery band rested at his forehead, along with two heavy-looking silver spikes protruding from the band like horns. A pair of brilliant diamond earrings glistened with beauty, just like his eyes. He had an ugly scar running from his right eye to his cheek- a battle scar Rai noticed. He wore some sort of long, blue fitting robe- a thick metallic belt secured on his waist- with white stripes that reached below his knees; it ended with flares of white, making it look like his wings in his pokemon form.  A chunk of diamond hung around the man’s long grey collar and a pair heavy metallic boots pinned Rai’s legs to the ground, making it hard for Rai to kick him away.
Rai tried to speak but he was breathless. Gasping for air only worsened the pain.
“You will pay for this!” Dialga leaped back and outstretched his right hand. A beam of blue light appeared then faded into a double sided axe with a diamond encrusted in the middle and along the pole.
Rai rolled to his left, coughing, as the axe landed with a heavy thud on where his head used to be.
Dialga roared in disappointment and anger and lifted his axe, readying for another blow on his target.
“Dialga, I am no fool. I only seeked to stop your fight between Palkia. You were dying!”
“I’d rather die in attempt to end his life for all I care!” He lunged for Rai as he tried to stand up.
“Tsk!” Rai released a Dark Pulse at Dialga, making him even more furious.
“Fighting is making it worse…” Rai mumbled. He leaped behind Dialga and calmly put his hands up.
“Look, Cresselia and I accidently got trapped in your Roar of Time and seeing that you were fighting viciously, we simply had no choice to interfere. Apologizes.”
Dialga was breathing hard, eyes burned with fury. A moment passed and nothing happened. With a frustrated scream, he flung his axe behind, nearly hitting the Caterpies and Weedles. They squealed in terror.
“Why must I see him! I almost forgot about him too… I bet he’s going to the Hall of Origins as well…” Dialga slumped to the ground, his head buried in his hands.
Rai cautiously approached Dialga and sat down with him, waiting.
“So... you’re headed for the Hall of Origins? Same here. I am curious as to why Arceus invited my wife and I,” Rai whispered.
Dialga gradually lifted his head, and his eyes examined Rai’s face. “Darkrai, these are dark times. Arceus is rallying us up for a meeting, at least, that’s what I believe.”
“Please, just call me Rai, Dialga.”
“...Daisuke.” Dialga whispered softly.
“Excuse me?”
“That was my name when I was human. Daisuke, the infamous King of Thieves.”
“King of Thieves?” Rai questioned.
“Not really a king… and not really a thief. I just help those in poverty and in need of protection from the real King. I “stole” goods and money for them with my power of time. I fought against those that threaten them,” Daisuke’s eyes turned dark.
“...King Gira,” Rai quickly said.
“How do you know of him?!” he demanded. This sparked an interest to Rai.
“Well, it’s a long story.”
“Long story indeed,” Daisuke huffed. He stood up and reached for his axe, pulling it out of the thick bark with ease.
“What happened back then? What was going on with King Gira and Palkia?”
“As if I would tell you!” He briskly turned his back and began his trek toward his destination. Shaking his head, Rai hurriedly ran after him.

“So...nice armor you have Sir Kai,” Lia commented. She was trying to start a conversation, trying to eliminate the awkward tension from before.
Kai gave a hearty chuckle. “Well, it was made and gifted to me by someone of high authority and power of course.”
“Huh. Was it from a friend of yours?”
“...he was.”
Lia automatically knew who it was. King Gira. Who else would it be? But why?
“King Gira gave you that?”
Sir Kai stopped in his tracks, his face turned ghostly pale. “H-how’d you know?!
“Lucky guess, I suppose,” she nervously answered. Lia shifted her gaze from Sir Kai to the ground.
“...You’ve encountered him before, Mistress Lia?”
“I have...he’s...ah...my father,” Lia uncomfortably said. Just the thought of her father sent her into a nervous state of mind.
“Father? I see... looks like I missed that.” Sir Kai began to walk again, swinging his sword in front of him, back and forth.
“What ever do you mean?”
“Well, it’s a long tale that has no happy ending…”
And with a deep breath, he began his unforgettable tale.

It was dark and stormy night. A cyclone was approaching the kingdom and the people were scavenging for any food they can gather. If they cannot go outside during the storm, they might as well stock up on their supplies and wait it out under their roofs.
Meanwhile inside the castle, King Gira impatiently waited for his dinner. The servants should have brought it up to him by now. With a sigh, he got up and wandered the castle halls, taking time to admire the dusty tapestry that hung above.
It was only a week after he was crowned King. The old King Vasilis the Third, an elderly and kind human being, died of a heart attack. He had no sons- or even daughters- to take his place. However, Gira was a well-known warlord to King Vasilis’s army, and a warrior with immense power at that; the castle elders thought it wise for him to take the throne. Gira immediately accepted for he cannot restrain that lust for power within him. Thus, this was how he became King Gira, ruler of the land and his people.
He was examining a painting of a famous Pokemon Warrior when several anguished screams can be heard from the outside. Concerned, or rather more curious, he dashed out of the corridors and into the courtyard. There were his people, injured and battered to the pulp by rogues and thieves. They were stealing their money, their food. For some reason, he doesn’t blame them. Everyone feared the upcoming cyclone-the most deadly one yet- and they were doing whatever they could to endure the harsh storm.
“Stop this immediately!” thundered King Gira. For being King for a week, he didn’t exactly know what to do. It felt strange, different, and he simply didn’t know how to control this situation. Plus, disruptions has been occurring more often than ever ever since he was crowned King.
BOOM! There was an explosion near the entrance to the courtyard. Someone had released their pokemon- a Flareon- and tried to scare the thugs away with Flamethrower.
“Pokemon Battles are prohibited in the courtyard unless I say so!” boomed King Gira. But it was no use. No one heard him-perhaps they simply ignored him- as they continued to battle it out. Several people fought with their pokemon while a majority fought with pitchforks and poorly made swords.
“Woah!” King Gira ducked just in time as an ice beam shot above him. “This is getting out of hand! Idiot! I should’ve carried my sword. A King must carry his weapon at all time.” King Gira considered about attacking with his powers, but he swore when crowned King that he wouldn’t use his powers on his people, only on those who threatened his Kingdom. He was confused on what to do. Stuck. Optionless, he stood there, watching, and as he watched, he actually began to enjoy this “entertainment.” This chaos actually caused him to crack a smile on his face.
Before he could enjoy it anymore, a man in a rusty worn-out armor with a pearly white sword jumped down from above. He gave a mighty war cry and jumped into the fighting mob. One by one, as swiftly as a Milotic, he disarmed the thieves and the local townsfolk. He then used Hydro Pump, which shot from his mouth, to force the pokemon back.
“H-he has p-powers?! Like me?!” exclaimed King Gira.
The young man raised his sword high in the sky, and struck it down hard into the concrete. An energy- dragon energy- shot threw everyone and they all slammed to the ground.
Silence. Only thunder and a slight drizzle of rain can be heard. The mysterious man in armor surveyed the crowd. Nodding his head in approval, he pulled his sword off the ground and simply walked out of the courtyard.
“H-hey, wait!” King Gira hastily ran after him, not even caring if he stepped on someone’s head or a pokemon’s tail.
Panting like a dog, he halted the mysterious man by grabbing his hand.
“I- *huff huff*- what- *huff*- I want to know what you did! And who you are!” he demanded.
The man turned around slowly; he looked extremely tired, and by the look on his face, he hadn’t got any sleep for days.
“I ended your mob of upset and angry people,” he simply replied.
“But why? And why do you have powers and-”
“I’m just like you. I have Pokemon powers too.” He gave a long sigh. “Look, I was flying above your kingdom and then I saw the fight. And I stopped it. Good-bye.” He started to leave but King Gira held his grip firmly on him.
“Where are you going?”
“...No where actually. I’m just a vagabond in this world. I go from place to place...sometimes I go up into space and observe people...and then I try to restore peace, like I just did,” his voice became suddenly quiet, “ I’ve no where to go...no family or friends…”
“...Come! Please, I would like you to be my Royal Knight in my kingdom. Accept this as a reward for stopping the angry mob.” King Gira then offered his hand. “And...let’s be friends.”
The man stared dumbfounded at the King’s hand. After much thought, he shook King Gira’s hand in agreement, and in friendship.
“...Kai.” he mumbled.
“No. You are Sir Kai now. Welcome my friend. Welcome home.”

Lia listened with astonishment. There was no way King Gira is that kind, that good of a person. It seemed impossible. Though one thing that made sense was Gira’s immediate desire to be King.
“After that, I was his Royal Knight. I would use my space powers to stop buildings from collapsing, burning, helped people get out to safety...of course, it happened way too much. Those “disasters” shouldn’t happen every several hours a day.”
“So, unnatural disasters...King Gira caused them didn’t he?” asked Lia.
“It would seem so. Here’s what happened next…”

“Stop following me, Rai! Leave me be.” Daisuke haughtily stalked off, trying to shake Rai off his trail.
“Well, we ARE  going to the same destination Daisuke.” Rai fall in step with him, matching his pace. “And I believe I deserve your tale in return.”
“In return?! Whatever for?! For stopping me from my victory against Palkia?”
“No! For saving you from getting seriously injured- killed even! Plus-,” Rai crossed his arms, “You got me and Cresselia trapped in your Roar of Time; we could’ve gotten hurt as well.”
With a groan, Daisuke whipped around to face Rai. “Fine,” he snapped. “I shall tell it.”

A little girl ran down the cobbled street, hugging a bag of coins she stole from a shopper. She then rushed into the nearest alleyway and waited, waited for the danger to pass.
“You little rascal! C’mere!” came a booming voice. It was the town’s baker. He hurriedly hobbled down the same street the little girl ran and peered through every nook and cranny. The girl held her breath, hoping she won’t be noticed or heard.
Unfortunately, the big baker sought her out and clumsily dashed toward her, angry fists in the air.
“Aha! I’ve got you now!” he roared. The baker snatched the girl by her shirt and violently shook her. She screamed and kicked frantically, trying to break free. The baker raised his hand, ready to give a nice, hard slap across the child’s pale face when he suddenly stopped, frozen. The child froze in mid-scream, her eyes wide and scared.
Daisuke strode toward the man and loosened the man’s grip on the girl. He then grabbed the girl by her hand and swung her on to his back. And he ran. After a couple of minutes, he placed the girl down on an abandoned street and snapped his fingers. The girl’s scream resumed but quickly ended for she was no longer in any danger.
“Huh? Where am I? Who are you stranger?”
“Daisuke. You’re safe now. Go on, run along before he comes again.”
With a stunned but grateful expression on her face, she nodded and sprinted away down the street, the bag of coins dangling.
“Another safe from harm.” he mumbled. He walked toward the main bustling road again, whistling a tune, when another childish scream can be heard.
“Again? Already?” He zoomed to the source of the scream. Four men were threatening a mother and a daughter. The men held lit torches and it’s flame nearly licked the victim’s house on fire for the house was made of wood and hay.
“Gimme all your gold!” a lanky man threatened. His eyes were oddly dark and had an evil, insane look on his face.
“Please! Leave us alone! We have no gold, only bits of copper coins!”
“Oh well then!” He threw his torch to the top of the roof, igniting it’s hay coverings; he motioned the other men to do the same. After they did their job, the men ran away.
“Cowards,” spat Daisuke. He ran to the house but was too late. Half of the roof fell in front of the victims, blocking their means of escape.
“Shoot!” Daisuke closed his eyes and focused on rewinding time, just enough to save them. The fallen rooftop began to lift upwards when some powerful presence interrupted his focus. Sir Kai landed gracefully next to Daisuke and flashed his eyes toward him, curious. Arms outstretched, Sir Kai manipulated the space around the house and use gravitational force to “flatten” the fire, extinguishing it. With a wave of his hand, the house was back to normal, nothing broken, nothing burned.
The mother and daughter was still frozen in time and Daisuke quickly snapped, releasing them from their frozen positions.
Sir Kai pushed Daisuke away from the scene.
“What was that? Did you create the fire?” he demanded.
“Absolutely not! I tried to use time to save them! It was these four men that caused it.”
They both stared at each other deeply. The two beings for some strange reason cannot stand each other’s essence.
“Space…” Daisuke mumbled.
“And Time.” Sir Kai spoke. They nodded in understanding. They both knew that the power of space and time are opposite powers that somehow complimented each other. They are basically Ying and Yang.
After much thought, Sir Kai decided to bring him into the castle and introduce Daisuke to King Gira. He saw power and potential in this time-yielding being and believed he would help Sir Kai accompany him on his daily duties restoring peace. Sir Kai and Daisuke felt this opposition against each other, yet they pushed it aside, refusing to acknowledge it. They instantly became friends, best friends. All seemed well in King Gira’s kingdom…

“And so I became Sir Kai’s partner and friend.” Daisuke glared down at the ground.
“I see. Quite the tale, but how does that explain your hatred of him?” questioned Rai. It was dark, night was approaching. The two legends climbed a tree and rested on their own comfortable branch.
“Remember how I described the man with the torch, the one with this evil look on his face?”
“Yes, I remember.”
“Well, I was suspicious and noticed that these acts of public unrest and disruption that happened almost everyday were unnatural...someone was causing it.”
“What? Someone caused the chaos in the kingdom?” exclaimed Rai.
“Yes. I knew immediately who it was. King Gira. You see, he LOVED public chaos. To him, it was a sport, a sort of entertainment. Being that he was King of the Reverse world, he loved to “reverse” a person’s heart. So if a person was a loving and caring person, the person will become rude and abusive if King Gira compel their heart.” Daisuke gave a loud yawn as he closed his eyes.
“But what’s that got to do with Sir Kai?”
Eyes still closed, he answered, “He didn’t believe me. He was too loyal to King Gira, saying he’s nothing but a kind and wise ruler. So one day I sneaked into King Gira’s office, and you know what I saw?” He shook his head, as if he still cannot believe the horror he saw. “There was a water basin in the middle of the office. Hundreds of mirrors hung from all four walls. King Gira was speculating every disruption in town. If he was bored with one, he would reverse someone’s elses heart. He did it by placing his hands INTO the water- or mirrors- and sent this ominous  breeze to their heart.”
Rai couldn’t believe what he was hearing. How can King Gira be that cruel and evil? Twisting and reversing one’s heart...that’s unheard of!
“And then,” continued Daisuke, “King Gira saw me peering in and locked me in his dungeon.”
He shivered although there was no breeze.
“HIS dungeon, with HIS power! It was so dark, so- evil! I heard voices...and then I saw them...visions.”
“Visions? Not hallucinations?”
“No Rai, visions! It was of Sir Kai and King Gira. They planned the attacks on the people, together! Sir Kai enjoyed them too, that vile prick!” Daisuke slammed his fist against the tree in fury.
“Daisuke, maybe you’re wrong-” Rai began.
“No! I’m not! You know why? Sir Kai came to “rescue” me but he then defended King Gira! He would NOT believe me! He called me an accuser, for both accusing King Gira and him for the attacks. And then we fought- and see this?!" Daisuke fiercely pointed at the scar running from his right eye down to his cheek. "He scarred me!" He angrily sighed. "I barely escaped... A true friend would believe his best friend...”
Rai went into deep thought. If the dungeons were enchanted with King Gira’s “reverse” and dark power, wouldn’t that reverse Daisuke’s thinking or his mind? It is possible; it might have changed his heart. Best not say anything yet he thought. Rai kept quiet and eventually, the two legends fell asleep.

“And that’s what happened. I came to rescue Daisuke, but he accused me of being in league with King Gira. To tell you the truth, I believed him when he said it was King Gira who was behind this. But for him to accuse me! I refused, and Daisuke, with his deranged anger, stabbed me. How could a best friend do that?! Stabbing his friend!” Sir Kai and Lia were lying on a grassy hill, looking up at the night sky.
“Perhaps that dungeon of King Gira’s caused him to act that way?”
“Impossible, I know Daisuke. He’s strong, he wouldn’t.” Sir Kai argued.
Lia wasn’t sure. Sir Kai didn’t know the true extent of King Gira’s powers. Knowing someone well doesn’t prove anything.
“After that, King Gira came. He...betrayed me too. He called me a traitor, because I tried to rescue Daisuke. He knew that I intended to overthrow him, take his kingship away- for the safety of the people of course. I was playing low profile, but Daisuke took it the wrong way. For days after that incident, King Gira tortured me in that dungeon. He was madly furious with the idea of someone talking his territory, his kingdom, away... Sometimes he would come in and beat the life out of me until I fainted, or when I nearly bled to death.” Sir Kai grimaced. Those memories brought back such sadness, and such fury.
“Let this be a warning to you, Mistress Lia. It doesn't matter who you consider your best friend. If they can or have to, they will betray you.”
Sir Kai turned his back toward her. Lia was unsure about Sir Kai’s attitude toward Daisuke.
“I just know this was neither their fault. It was planned…” Lia thought. She rolled away from Sir Kai and fell into a deep, troubled slumber.

Sir Kai and Lia brushed past berry bushes as they approached a stony platform. After hours of traveling in the morning the had finally arrived at the Hall of Origins. All they got to do was climb the extremely long towering stairs that will reach up to the actual Hall.
“And wait for Rai,” Lia thought silently.
There was a sound of something sharp, like an axe, cutting through the bushes far ahead of them. Rai and Daisuke walked up to the stony platform.
“Rai!” Lia shouted in glee. Thank goodness he was alright.
“Lia!”
“Wretch!” screamed Sir Kai.
“Arrogant scoundrel! Traitor!” Daisuke furiously roared.
The two dragon legends were about to battle when a loud, clanking noise could be heard.
“My, my. I’m JUST in time, aren't I?”