Distorted Remnant: A Remake of "Distorted Reality"

Chapter 72: Desert

*Third Person POV*

"There's a lot of sand, ain't there?"

Y/n glared at his son through the thick goggles he was wearing, his face obscured by the scarf that was wrapped around his head and neck. Every inch of his skin was covered, leaving nary a sliver of skin uncovered.

The other two were the exact same, dressed head to toe in jackets and scarves that covered their skin and obscured their faces. They had only managed to communicate through telepathy, as the sandstorm that raged all around them would keep them from talking with out swallowing tons of sand.

"Darkrai, shut up."

"Sorry Dad."

"Both of you, be quiet," Zekrom said, "I think... I sense something nearby. It's the source of this sandstorm, closer to the eye."

"Then that's where we're going," Y/n said, "Lead the way."

Zekrom waled to the front of the group, and pointed further into the storm. He lead the other two along through the storm, against the sand and winds that blocked their way.

The winds did not stop, but only got stronger. The sand particles that flew by them were like small knives, flying by and slicing their clothes and scratching their goggles.

"Sweet f*ck," Y/n said, grabbing at a cut in his clothes where his blood was leaking from a small cut his his arm, "This is not natural. There's something behind this."

"That's what scares me," Zekrom said, "I think I know what's behind this. Or more correctly, WHO is behind this."

"Who?" Darkrai said, "I've never met anyone able to create a sandstorm this bad."

"His name is Landorus," Zekrom said, "One of the Forces of Nature. He's not too bad... it's the other two that I'm afraid of."

"The other two?"

"Let's hope they don't follow him into Remnant," Zekrom said, "Or else this sandstorm won't be the worst storm Remnant sees soon."

"That's terrifying," Y/n said blankly, "I'm gonna agree with you, let's hope the others don't follow."

"Hold on a second," Darkrai interrupted, "What the hell is-"

Darkrai was quickly slammed into by some shadow that flew through the storm at speeds so fast that Y/n couldn't tell what it was. All they saw was a dark shadow, as Darkrai and the shadow disappeared into the storm.

Bringing out their weapons, Y/n and Zekrom began to look around he area. Keeping their guards up, they spun around looking for the shadow.

Zekrom was the next to be defeated, sent flying into the storm by the black shadow. Y/n whipped around quickly to attack, but he only managed to scratch the sand with his scythe as the shadow was long gone.

Y/n was slashed across the back, cutting through his clothes and skin, sending blood flying into the sand. He attempted to spin and slice his mysterious attacker, but was attacked from behind once again, sending more blood flying.

His scythe was sent flying from his hand, ripped into the winds and flown away. He was then knocked to the ground, hit by something from behind.

Y/n heard a terrifying roar, and pushed himself off the ground weakly. He tuned around slowly, where the massive shadow was flying at him from the storm, this time much slower, as if it was a predator going for the killing strike on wounded prey.

Y/n raised his fist and prepared his own strike, as the shadow go closer.

As a golden energy surrounded his fist, Y/n spoke to the shadow.

"Come and get it!"