Legend of the Crimson Lucario

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. Only the idea and OC's.

Author Notes:
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'Poketalk'
(Character Thoughts)

Disclaimer: Don't own Pokemon, never have, never will. Only the idea and OCs behind the story are mine

Beta reader: Catsithx

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Chapter 7: Let the Battle Continue

Ruby woke Hellstorm shortly after dawn. Hellstorm was still a bit drowsy, but a low level siphon magic spell gave him the energy he would need for the day. Of course, he had siphoned his own magic into energy, which meant he would be unable to cast any spells for a while. There was a chance he might not be able to use his demon arts and hopefully, he would not need to use them. Hellstorm walked down the halls beside Ruby. Hellstorm stretched his arms as they walked. Ruby was already dressed for the day wearing a simple set of clothing unlike her parents consisting of a plain blue silk shirt and a long skirt over a pair of simple blue shorts. While her parents would sometimes nag about her choice in clothing, they rarely forced her to change into something more royal. They knew since she was young that she would not be the princess they had hoped for, the princess who would one day make any prince a wondrous bride and care for his family. Not to say that they didn't approve of what Ruby became, in fact they were quite happy with their daughter. She may not be that princess they wanted, but she was kind, caring, and whether she wanted to admit it or not, would become a kind and just queen one day, a queen that could change any kingdom for the better.

Hellstorm made his way with Ruby to the combatant's area where they found Hector waiting with his Nidoking and Imoen.

'Hellstorm, you look good today. I'm rooting for you.' Imoen greeted Hellstorm.

"You'll be in the first round." Ruby informed Hellstorm.

After a few minutes of waiting, the same man as yesterday once again called for Varwaz. Hellstorm made his way to the arena. He crossed the same bridge and expected a battle just as hard as the one he fought yesterday. Hellstorm found himself waiting in the center of the arena as his opponent slowly made their way to the arena. An older male walked into the arena with a large oversized Gengar at his side. The large ghost floated right beside his master. His eyes were those of warrior breed for combat. Hellstorm figured this would be a long match. The trainer took up a spot by the bridge that lead to the combatants area he had come from as the Gengar went to meet Hellstorm at the middle of the ring.

The King started a small speech thanking everyone who had come then started the match. Gengar moved in fast no matter how Hellstorm tried to increase the gap between them, Gengar was drawing ever closer. Hellstorm decided that since keeping his distance and attacking at a range was out of the question, he would have to use some of his ranged attacks at close range if possible because his physical attacks were useless this foe. Hellstorm quickly moved in with a crimson Aura Sphere in each paw as the Gengar quickly made his way toward his prey. Hellstorm fired his projectiles, but both of them passed through the Gengar harmlessly as the Gengar grabbed onto Hellstorm. Black bolts of electricity began to shoot off Hellstorm's fur and into the Gengar as it used one of the most powerful ghost-type moves out there. The Gengar began to drain Hellstorm of energy using the attack known as Wounding Body. In a quick and sudden movement, Hellstorm threw his hands into the Gengar's head and as expected, both hands passed through the ghost type. Hellstorm smiled upon a confused Gengar as he began summon a pair of small Aura Spheres inside the Gengar's head. Before it had a chance to move, Hellstorm launched the two orbs into each other causing a small, but very effective explosion instantly knocking the Gengar out.

The King called the match and Hellstorm made his way back to the combatant's area. He was tired from lack of sleep and siphoning his own magic, but now he had to add being drained of energy to that list.

'I thought he had you.' Imoen ran over to help Hellstorm to a bench position against the wall so that Hellstorm could lean back.

"That was an impressive use of abilities out there." Hector complemented Hellstorm. "But I do believe that you need some rest. Imoen, I think a Winter's Rest Potion would help Varwaz. Do we have any left?"

"Winter's Rest Potion? Yes, I think a half sleep would do me good." Hellstorm looked up toward Hector.

'We have a few left.' Imoen walked over to her master's potions bag and pulled out a velvet vial.

"If I'm not here to keep an eye on you, Imoen will no doubt be here." Hector told Hellstorm and Imoen double checked the vial. She walked over to Hellstorm and gave him the potion. Hellstorm quickly founding him in a drift like state, almost sleeping, but not quite. He could make out phrases here and there, but for the most part was too far out of it make any sense of anything right now. He knew however that a good sudden jolt would be all that he needed to bring himself back to his senses.

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Hellstorm was brought back to his senses late afternoon just as the last match was finishing up. Imoen had shaken him a bit and Hellstorm was easily able to get up. His energy was almost fully restored which meant he wouldn't need sleep until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest. Just like last time, the King gave a quick speech after the last match had taken place and then Hellstorm back off to the library with Imoen, Hector, his Nidoking, and Ruby. Akara greeted them as they entered.

"I wondered where you ran off to." Hellstorm commented upon seeing the Lamia who had taken a human form.

"I've been looking around the castle for the most part. I also watched your two matches." Akara stated. "And who is this?" She asked nodding her head toward Hector.

"A friend from my time. Hector, this is Akara, my new demonic traveling companion for now." Hellstorm answered.

"That's a very good spell you've cast. I am impressed that it has been so perfectly cast." Hector complemented Akara.

"I thought that you were the only pulled from your time." Akara tilted her head in confusion.

"That's what I thought as well." Hellstorm told her.

"So back to the topic from last night." Ruby returned to her books, which were all laid out the same way she left them.

"Then I guess it's my turn to explain what happened to me." Hector took a seat at the center table along with everyone else minus the Nidoking who once again stood by the wall and the same extra pair of eyes from last night. "Everything up to the point when the demons attacked is the same, so I'll begin with my last minute in our time and my rough landing in that melon field." Everyone's eyes were focused on Hector. "One second I was about to killed by that demon. Some sort of barbed... wire like tentacle was quickly tracking my down no matter how fast I moved or which direction I turned. In a last ditch effort at the time, I began to cast a spell of decay that would transfer from my body to the creature but was interrupted half way through the spell. I was tossed into some sort of vortex or something and the next thing I know, I'm floating a few dozen feet the off the ground over a melon field." Ruby scanned her books as Hector talked adding a few hand motions in order to summon up a very small illusion of the area in the area between his hands. Hellstorm was careful to take in every last word. He had to take note of every possible thing that had also entered this time from his own.

"I landed hard on my arm and my spell that I had been casting was still gathering up energy. The landing completely threw my concentration off and caused the spell to backfire and took my arm out with it. Luckily, a large container of that liquid metal made the jump through time with me and I quickly cast a spell to bind the metal to my arm and that's how I have this one right now." Hector held up his magic arm again which still rippled with magic. "I can use the liquid metal any way I need to as long as I don't draw too much of it out of my arm. Anyway, the farmers who owned the land saw my landing and came to help. That was when I first got the idea that I wasn't in the same land anymore. At first, I thought that I had been tossed to the other continent, but soon found out otherwise. I quickly learned that where I was, time was very different." Hector continued. Imoen had settled into a seat next to Hellstorm and was beginning to lean against him, not that he really cared.

"This family of farmers took care of me and helped me regain my strength. After a few weeks, I was ready to go. Of course they did ask me to stay for a while longer, but I needed information which they knew nothing about. So, I headed for the Arcane Counsel. Being a group of powerful mages, I figured that they would have an idea on what happened. However, they did not. I was leaving to make my way to a set of ruins that they said might point me in the right direction, but I never found them. Instead, this Nidoking here found me while it was still a Nidorino." Hector motioned over to his Nidoking.

"You constantly refer to him as Nidoking. Surely he must have a name." Ruby asked.

'We only take names once we have a mate. Until then, we have no such thing other then the species we are.' The Nidoking explained.

"He says that they only take names once they have a mate. Until that time, they have none." Hellstorm interrupted the Nidoking's words as Ruby was unable to understand.

"I see. That would make sense, I guess." Ruby turned back to her books.

"Anyway, I spent the next year following dead lead after dead lead trying to find out what happened. I stayed out of the public eye and rarely came to any large town. Eventually, I found Imoen here and raised her." Hector told them. "For the most part, nothing happened. I've come across a few things, but nothing big. Other then the first few days of my sudden displacement, everything has been quite and I've done my best to keep it that way unlike yourself, Hellstorm. Rumors about spread fast from the day you first showed up."

"The best way to get my job done was by spreading word of my arrival. If I had stayed quite like you, I never would have gotten as far as I have. Still, it did take me some time to get back on my feet." Hellstorm explained.

"I can understand that." Hector turned to look at Imoen who was still leaning on Hellstorm.

"Anyway, if I am to do my best in this tournament, I'll need a sparing partner." Hellstorm stated.

"I can help with that. It'll be just like old times." Hector got up as did Hellstorm, which disappointed Imoen. "I'll tell you a bit more about my journey here as we spar."

The next hour was spent watching Hellstorm and Hector spar in one often corners of the room while Hector explained his story with more detail. Neither of them used magic or any non basic attacks. They just used their hands. Once they were done, everyone returned to their rooms for the night. Hellstorm however, spent the night mediating preparing for tomorrow's match as he knew getting some sleep this soon after that Winter's Rest Potion was pointless.

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Hellstorm opened his eyes are first light. He had spent the night meditating and was fully aware of his surrounds. Hellstorm moved toward the window and looked at the rising sun. Just five more matches and then he would find out just how easy it would be to gain access to the orb. Either way, he would not have to hide that fact that he was staying with Ruby as she would have him accompany her back to the manor as new body guard assigned to her protection. A story that most would buy easily. Ruby slowly started to stir beneath the blanket of her bed. Hellstorm moved to the door and opened it. Much to his annoyance, Gallahad was right there guarding the door.

"You're up early. Might I ask what you're doing?" Gallahad asked.

"Nothing that concerns you. I simply wish to head to the courtyard to stretch before my match today." Hellstorm replied.

"I know you've done something to the princess. There is no way she'd pick you over me and once I can prove that you did something, I'll be the one to take your life beast." Gallahad whispered as Hellstorm passed.

"You talk nonsense. I can see why refuses to accept you for anything other then a castle guard." Hellstorm replied as he moved down the hall leaving Gallahad with a angry look on his face.

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The next round of matches was going to start in a few minutes. This time, Hellstorm was third on the list according to Ruby as he waited in the Combatant's Area. Imoen had chosen a seat next to Hellstorm again, but Hellstorm no longer seemed to mind. A friend of hectors was a friend of his own. Of course, he still didn't talk with her much, but he would acknowledge her presence. Just as the days before, a man came in and called out an name and the trainer who was called would leave for their match. The king gave an announcement like always before the first match and then the rest of the day would be filled with matches.

Imoen was still somewhat drowsy and Hellstorm offered her his shoulder until his match came up. The first match took a short while and as soon as the trainer came back, the second one was called out. The second match was rather quick, but Imoen had fully come to her senses by the end of it. She sat up straight knowing that Hellstorm was to be called next.

The same man as always walked in with the previous trainer and called out the name "Varwaz, get ready."

Hellstorm got up and walked to the doorway. He had no idea what his next challenge was, but he'd find out soon enough. Hellstorm walked into the arena, his eyes completely centered on the opposing gate waiting for whatever opponent he would fight next.Chapter End Notes:Sorry for the short chapter, but between the holidays and a few other things, it's been a little hard to keep things going on track. I am looking for a possible co-author mainly to help make sure this story keeps going. After looking back at all of my old documents and stories I've started from a few years ago, I've noticed that many of them do not have an ending. I now request a co-author to help insure that this story does not follow the same fate as many others that seem to die off. Keep in mind that I already have most of the major plot figured out, it just needs written. If you think that you could be this co-author, send me an E-mail. Must be very open-minded, creative, and most of all, have a fair sense of writing. This does not mean you have to be perfect, just please, don't waste time if your not going to really help. Remember to contact me by E-mail and not in a review