-Reverse Realm of Earth-

Deep, ghostly grey and red wings sat mounted atop an insect esque back, armor plating shifting as their owner hovered across the beautiful blue-green skies of his home, an odd sensation coming over the legendary Pokemon. Something wasn't right in the Alternate Realm of Earth. Many of the significant energy signatures that he usually felt even in his Origin Forme, were either fading fast or already missing entirely. Questions and suspicions grew within Giratina, growing even more so when the airspace near his entrance portal to Earth crackled loudly before an explosion rang out, shooting unknown floral and mineral elements into the air before they slowly descended back down to the ground. His usual exit portal of violet and red was now a deep black-red in color, a swirling vortex of an altogether foreign aura to the Ghost-type dragon.

Uttering a silent prayer to Arceus, Giratina cautiously approached the swirling mass, stopping several yards away to test the portal for benign energy. Benign, he could not tell, though the reminiscent scent of Dialga's Roar of Time and Palkia's Spacial Rend told him that the new portal was created with ill intent, whether it was deliberate or not.

Rolling red eyes lacking a pupil, Giratina was about to turn away from the vortex when another aura caught his attention. It was recognizable as his friend and ally, a fellow dragon-type legendary, Rayquaza, though her signature was drastically different than he was accustomed to. This aura drove his curiosities mad, and Giratina swiveled back to the portal. He couldn't trust it, but under the circumstances that many of the legendary Pokemon's signatures were vanishing from his sixth sense, the insect-like ghost approached the swirling vortex, hoping to Silvestri that this wasn't a fatal decision.

His prayers were answered, but far from the way he'd expected...

-The Castle of the Two Sisters, the Everfree Forest-

Yveltal shifted his view from the rarely trodden dirt path to a tall structure before him in the form of an arch, a brazier devoid of flame for years on either side of the brick gate ahead. Looking sullenly up at the gate, the Pokemon-turned-alicorn continued his advance, stopping at the iron bars that formed the gate momentarily.

Let's see if I can still cause a good bit of mayhem, Yveltal thought with a loathsome sneer twisting across his expression before squeezing his eyes shut and straining to form a Shadow Ball before him. A small sphere crackled to life, growing slightly before it popped in the Destruction Pokemon's face, small shards of energy slithering into his snout and eyes. Dark energy never fazed him. In fact, he preferred to do his bathing in darkness. But he was utterly pissed at the fact that he couldn't summon a Shadow Ball large enough to vaporize a daisy.

In his anger, the stallion whirled around, slamming his rear hooves into the silvery colored gates. The doors violently swung open, allowing the furious stallion into the castle grounds of Everfree.

No sooner had Yveltal approached a tremendously sized stone castle, holes in its thick walls as age overtook it, when a calm voice rang in his head. One he knew well, and utterly despised even more. "Yveltal," the voice of Xerneas whispered with a chime-like essence to it.

The stallion growled lowly, slowly swiveling his head to face a blue elk with a regal pair of rainbow-colored antlers. Though she was clearly smaller than her typical nine foot, ten form, the she-elk was clearly still an elk and appeared to be in a more than the prime state.

"Xerneas," he sneered, blue eyes flickering with hatred for the fairy-type giver of life. She was everything that the legendary Pokemon hated in the world, full of love, compassion, and goodwill. Ill intent was just not something that Xerneas was capable of expressing, even towards her greatest enemy.

The elk lifted a cloven hoof, lifting it to her chest in a form of respect.

Yveltal held back the urge to attempt draining her life energy on the spot at the gesture, but his fatigue in his current state and obvious disability to form even a small dark sphere of energy stopped him.

"You are tired... Let me help you," Xerneas insisted, approaching the alicorn stallion with an unbridled look of concern materializing across her muzzle.

As much as Yveltal hated to admit it, the blue deer had a point. He was exhausted. But the last being he wanted help from was her. She clearly means well, but that's exactly what I hate about her... She does raise a good point though. Maybe just this once, the stallion thought to himself, swallowing his pride, not for the last time. With a half tired, half irritated sigh, Yveltal beckoned her over, wanting to punch himself for his choice.

Xerneas obliged with a smile that sickened the alicorn, coming up to the stallion's right side to support his weight. "Sleep, she cooed softly, her antlers humming slightly.

Without argument, Yveltal allowed the blackness of her sleep energy to overtake him, his eyes closing while a blue-pink aura encased his form and hovered the Pokemon-convert aside Xerneas.

Glad you obliged, as stubborn as you are Xerneas thought with a smile.

-The Crystal Empire, Town Square-

A crystal colt trotted towards a tall, elegant fountain with a giddy grin crossing his face, trailed by his mother. Cobalt skidded to a halt at the rim of the Crystal Empire's central fountain, excitedly hopping up and down and waving his mother, Ice Blossom over. "Coin please!" he beamed, holding out a hoof.

His crystalline mother took a moment to catch her breath before fishing a piece of silver from her saddlebag. "May I please have a coin," she corrected stubbornly, plopping the coin into her son's hoof. His cheerful expression couldn't keep her irritated for long as she kissed Cobalt's forehead. "Make a wish," Ice Blossom whispered, nodding at the beautiful fountain.

"Hmm," Cobalt thought, stroking an invisible beard like he often did when thinking. His expression lit up as a wish came to his mind. "I wish Daddy was here," the giddy colt grinned, tossing the coin into the fountain.

Ice Blossom smiled softly, awaiting the day that her husband would arrive back home from Canterlot safe.

Her thoughts were cut short as a swirling vortex of a deep black color materialized in the airspace above the fountain, contact with the tip of the crystalline structure blowing the first couple layers of the fountain into smithereens. Ducking to shield her head and son, Ice Blossom, along with a good many others, froze in fear as a massive, shadowy figure dropped from the vortex in the form of a tremendous, six-legged stallion.

Obviously confused, the stallion looked around him, unaware of the fact that his hulking frame managed to obliterate the rest of the fountain.

Ice Blossom almost mistook him for an odd alicorn, possessing a pair of Dragonoid, yet almost supernatural, grey wings and golden armor fit for a king, complete with the strangest horn she'd ever seen. Unlike the conical spire of a unicorn, this golden plated utensil was a semicircle, two, sharp prongs jutting off at the base of the horn. The gauntlets he wore upon his six hooves had three short, yet dangerously sharp looking, claws. His helm fitted around his horn and wavering red and black mane flawlessly, giving the newcomer an utterly terrifying appearance. Had the six limbs not clued Ice Blossom in, she would've guessed this stallion to be the tyrannical King Sombra or King Chrysalis.

But the abnormality clued her in, and seeing the hardened, menacing appearance, she knew that this was no benign soul. He was only here to feed upon the love that the Crystal Empire's inhabitants possessed.

"P-please... Don't hurt us," she pleaded to the tall changeling, her lip shuddering at the thought of losing her son to this monster.

Said stallion shot his view over to her, faint violet energy slithering in tendrils from blood red, glowing eyes. The stallion's reply was not what she had expected from a changeling who looked like a king. "Where am I?" His voice was deep, with age clearly audible in his tone. It also reminded her of a reptilian growl, instilling into the crystal mare's mind only more unsettling images.

"Please," she whimpered, this word being the only she could utter for the next several moments. She could feel her Cobalt's heart rate increase slightly as he stole a look at the stallion.

"I asked you a question; where am I?" the changeling king repeated, his tone impatient and irritable. Terrified onlookers slunk back into jewelry stores, hardware stores, a library, and their homes, watching the situation from the safety of closed windows.

"The... The Crystal Em-empire," Ice Blossom stammered, not removing her arms from her son in a protective manner.

"Thank you," the being obliged with a nod, leaving the pile of rubble created by his landing. The vortex slowly dissipated with a puff of abnormally colored smoke as the stallion gazed blankly at the remnants of the fountain. He turned back to her. "I am known in my home realm as Giratina," the changeling said, unable to ignore her baffled expression at his kindness and appearance. Rolling his eyes, the stallion spoke again. "If you would kindly refrain from staring, I would greatly appreciate it."

Ice Blossom's ears jerked to attention, her eyelids fluttering as she shook her head. "My apologies," the mare replied, a hoof to her forehead before she hesitantly released her son from her grasp.

"Thank you... I also thank you again for informing me of my location. I am searching for a friend and ally of mine, though I do not know what her form has transitioned to, nor where she is... Can you direct me to a higher power, please?" he asked, accidentally flashing sharp teeth as he smiled warmly. Er... It would've been warmly, had the stallion not been a changeling in kingly armor.

"There is no need," a firm, feminine voice replied.

Swiveling his head, Giratina looked over at a bubblegum pink mare clad in crystalline armor, a horn between her brows and a pair of broad wings against her back. A stance, not at all foreign to the changeling, as he was used to the form, was obviously a battle pose, her horn crackling with light blue magic. Behind her were what Giratina assumed were guards, evident in lances and crystal blue armor.

"Ah, someone of higher power," he acknowledged, bowing slightly despite the mare's battle ready stance. "Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, I would presume," Giratina said, using his Future Sight to find out her name as opposed to asking. This probably wasn't a terribly smart move on his part.

"King Chrysalis," the alicorn barked back. "Stand away from my citizens."

King Chrysalis? Hmm. He must be one of the native's foes, Giratina thought, asymmetrically lifting a slightly confused brow. "Nonsense. I am not this King Chrysalis figure you speak of. My name is Giratina, though I also presume that you don't care, given by your frozen on leer?"

His guess wasn't far off. Princess Cadence had felt hatred for changelings since the Wedding Fiasco with Queen Chrysalis and didn't trust the changeling as far as she could throw him. And given by his heavy build, throwing him looked impossible. Despite this and her brewing anger, Cadence's face softened slightly. Changelings were shifty, superb liars capable of shapeshifting. But this newcomer had so far (other than the crushed fountain upon his arrival) been an overall peaceful and highly respectful individual. This, combined with the fact that his colors were a palette of red, gold and grey, as opposed to deep grey-green, only gave her more reason to believe this 'Giratina's' words. Though the ghostly, flowing wings were a bit more unnerving than King Chrysalis's hole filled, insect-like wings.

Lack of trust pushed away slightly with a sigh, she looked into the changeling's red eyes. "If you are who you say you are than you have my trust. But your species as a whole has caused much unrest in this kingdom. I know a spell that lifts changeling illusions and would like to be sure that this is your true form," the alicorn said, her horn's glow becoming less of a crackle and more of a hum.

"Of course," Giratina acknowledged, ushering a polite smile that covered well his confusion at the word changeling.

"Very well." With that, a beam of energy harmlessly struck Giratina's chest, enveloping him with a light blue aura.

What Princess Cadence saw was not, as she had feared, a six-legged changeling king, but also not an Equestrian. What she saw was an arthropodal creature with ghostly black wings and six, pillar-like legs. Devoid of fur or a mane, the creature calling itself Giratina did, however, still possess the golden armor, though, in her view, it was now a part of the creature as opposed to removable clothing. What she saw terrified her, but at least had been telling the truth.

"What are you and where in the name of Celestia did you originate from?' she asked the monster-turned-changeling, fear crossing her muzzle at the sight of this beast amongst her empire.

Giratina's expression flattened as the magic diminished, her tone and expression telling the changeling that the alicorn hated what she was looking at and would potentially have to fend from her beloved empire. "I am from the Sinnoh Region of my home realm of Earth. As you saw, I am not one of your kind, but be informed; I am not a being with malevolent intentions," Giratina stated in a booming, authoritative voice. "But if you try to fight against me, I will be forced to make a choice that I'd be more inclined not to," he continued, letting his voice drop a bit.

Author's Note

If you guys didn't know, Silvestri, Cris Silvestri, is the author of the Pokemon handbooks.