Darkest Day (Pokémon Sw/Sh fanfic - rewrite available and in progress)

The Darkest Day

By the time Palkia lighted down in front of the Hammerlocke Stadium, the storm clouds had grown worse. Much worse. Nearly half of Galar was encased in the energy-seeking cyclone, and there were already reports of randomly dynamaxed pokémon in several different areas.

Eliana helped Hop off of the legendary, giving him an encouraging nod before the two made a break for it. They entered the stadium's lobby, but they ran into someone familiar before they got too far.

Hop nearly cried out in exasperation at the sight of Oleana. He was already going for Cramorant's pokéball when Oleana held out her hands as a gesture to stop.

"Hang on!" she demanded, waiting until Hop reluctantly brought his hand away from his pokéball. "I'm not here to fight."

"Then what are you here for?" Eliana asked. She didn't try to keep the resentment from her voice.

Oleana swallowed. Her eyes were wide in panic and fear, glancing behind her subconsciously. "Thing's didn't go according to plan," she began slowly.

"Obviously," Eliana hissed.

"What else is new?" Hop sighed.

"Oh, shove off, you ungrateful brat! I'm asking for your help!" Oleana paused, wondering if she was going the right thing when asking someone so young and insufferable to basically save the world from a literal god of destruction. "I just want Rose to be safe. He isn't himself. He hasn't been for the past year."

She was truly scared. Anyone could see that. Hop and Eliana exchanged worried glances.

"With all this business about Wishing Stars and the Darkest Day, it's taken over his personality. It's like he's been..." She paused, searching for the right word.

"Possessed," Eliana finished for her.

"Precisely."

So Eternatus was desperate enough to take over the mind of an innocent human being (well, innocent enough—). But why use Rose when there were so many people actually willing to do something like this? Was it because Rose was practically the face of the League? Someone powerful enough economically to convince people that what was happening was for the sake of Galar's future?

"Where is he now?" Eliana asked.

Oleana furrowed her brow. "He's in the power plant. But he's not happy. He won't be pleased that you're trying to prevent the inevitable."

"Apparently you don't know me. I'm the Champion of Sinnoh, who happens to be the same girl that stopped the world from being consumed into darkness from the awakening of Giratina. I also, by the way, have the motherfucking God of Space at my side. And this one here—" she gestured to Hop "—is Leon's brother. He's the most wholesome and sweetest boy I have ever met. He's also one of the strongest Trainers I've encountered. There is no way that the Chairman of all people is going to stop us."

Hop smiled warmly at the praise. Oleana fixed him with a skeptical look, still a little unsure. Then she set her attention back on Eliana.

"Did you say God of Space?" she questioned.

"Palkia's had enough of this shit, too."

She merely shook her head in disbelief, stepping aside to let them by. "Don't say I didn't warn you," she breathed.

Minutes later, after taking the small elevator down, the two found themselves at the power plant. Eliana had no idea that all of this was down here, and how in the world it had all been concealed. She had an idea as to why that Liepard had dynamaxed not too long ago.

In the center of the chamber, there was a large spherical container. It had shattered, the glass still scattered about the floor. Observing it closely was Chairman Rose. He didn't look at them when they approached. He just took a deep breath and put both hands behind his back.