The day before...
Within the grand halls of Lant's imperial palace in Camelot, a heated exchange unfolded. The lavish chamber, lined with banners of icy blue and shadowy violet, was bathed in the dim glow of flickering torches. A massive screen stood before two figures of towering presence-Glastrier and Spectrier, their piercing eyes locked onto the image of the President of Kazai, whose expression radiated fury.
Between them stood a Reuniclus, draped in formal diplomatic attire. She was the translator, tasked with converting the Kazai president's fiery Nepali speech into English for the two steeds, who in turn responded with their own refined yet scathing posh tongues.
The argument had been going on for over an hour.
Spectrier stamped a ghostly hoof, its wispy mane flickering like violet flames as it leaned closer to the screen.
"It's a bloody disgrace, a proper mockery of all that's right, that you reckon you can deny Lant its rightful place among the strongest nations! Your neglect's turnin' our borders into a right mess, chock-full of wrong'uns and weaklings! You're lettin' all sorts of riff-raff flood our streets, criminals and layabouts muckin' up our grand domain!"
Its voice dripped with contempt, but beneath the facade of righteous fury was an ulterior motive-power. The Kazai region was rich in resources, overflowing with energy that Lant's rogue rulers craved.
Glastrier, ever the blunt force of the two, snorted sharply, the air around it turning frigid.
"Kazai's takin' the piss with its feeble excuses! Handin' us the worthless illegal aliens, spittin' in our faces when we've asked for the capable migrants! Don't take us for mugs-we know full well, but no, you just sit there on your fancy throne, actin' all high and mighty while tossin' us scraps like some mangy mutt under the table!"
It stomped the marble floor, causing frost to spread across the palace tiles.
The Kazai president, an aging but iron-willed Alakazam, slammed his fist upon his desk, his eyes glowing with sheer defiance. His Nepali words came sharp and unforgiving, filled with barely restrained fury.
"तिमीहरू कपटीहरू हौ! तिमीहरूको अभ्यासहरू अनैतिक छन्, तिमीहरू साँचो न्यायलाई नबुझीझन हुकूम जमाउन चाहन्छौ। लान्ट कुनै महान राज्य होइन, बरु शोषण गर्नेहरूले भरिएको भूमि हो।"
The Reuniclus translator hesitated for a brief second before translating, aware that even the softened words could ignite the steeds' wrath further.
"You are deceivers! Your practices are unethical, and you seek to impose rule without understanding true justice. Lant is no great nation, but a land filled with oppressors!"
The president's voice boomed once more.
"यदि तिमीहरूले हामीलाई धम्की दिने विचार गर्छौ भने, हामी हाम्रो सार्वभौमिकता जोगाउन पछाडि हट्ने छैनौं! तिमीहरूको चिसो र कालो घोडाहरू हामीलाई त्रास दिन सक्दैनन्!"
"If you think to threaten us, we will not stand down in protecting our sovereignty! Your cold and dark dictators do not frighten us!"
Glastrier reared back with a furious neigh, its breath turning the air to frost.
"Oi, how dare you chat such bollocks? We're the rightful meaning of strength, and Lant's will ain't up for debate! We ought to stomp your lot into the dirt, take what we need, and wipe your cheeky arrogance and Pokémon off the map!"
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FanfictionAlex, a human turned Pokémon, is thrust into a world of mystery and danger where his every step uncovers a growing dark force threatening to consume everything. As he journeys through unfamiliar lands, he must embrace new perspectives, forge unbreak...
