In the western fields of Kanto, a flash of soft blue split through the seams of time and space, leaving in its wake a tiny blue pixie. Opening his eyes, nearly blinded by the afternoon sun, Azelf allowed himself a small smile of relief. Teleporting all the way from Sinnoh in his current condition had been no easy task, but he’d managed it.
So this is Kanto... Big golden eyes that had clearly been anticipating a much grander sight closed at the sight of the death and destruction that had wreaked havoc on the once beautiful region. Just like home... destroyed...
He flicked one of his tails, looking from side to side as he floated in place, trying to decide on a direction. The blue pixie suddenly felt very small and very lost. Sinnoh he knew every twist and turn, every bump in the road, every forest and every route. Though he rarely left the lake, his long lifespan had allotted a lot of time in which to memorize his beloved region. But Kanto? Kanto was not only enormous; it was utterly foreign. Where to even start looking...?
... That way... It was totally random, with absolutely no real thought behind the decision at all. But Azelf would rather become lost than float there doing nothing. With a deep breath, he set out, trying with all of his might to sense his siblings.
You two had better be alright. He fretted quietly as he travelled, every single fiber of his being on alert for a sign of either pixie. Please be safe.
He’d seen what this infection, this curse, was capable of. It was something he feared may have already happened to him. A fight with an infected Absol had left many nasty wounds that had bled for some time. He frequently checked on them, unsure of what the signs would be but certain that he would see something if he had contracted that horrific disease. Thankfully they seemed to be doing nothing but healing, but his paranoia had skyrocketed to astronomical levels after seeing what happened when one Pokémon caught the virus and brought it home.
Considering that “home” had been his lake, his home as well, and that it had been his dear friends who had been slaughtered or infected as a result, the incident had more than left a mark.
Something hit his senses very suddenly and very hard, like a deck to the face with a baseball bat. The presences he felt were so powerful that the energy they radiated was actually starting to give him a headache. What in Father’s name could produce so much ener-
Azelf resisted the urge to smack his palm into his forehead. Legends. Duh.
None of them were his siblings. That much he could very easily feel. Uxie and Mesprit had very distinct fields of energy that they radiated. He could tell them apart from others and each other in his sleep. There were no two Pokémon in the world he knew better.
Turning to face the direction he felt the energy flowing from, he closed his eyes, his forehead jewel flashing with a soft blue light that then moved to envelope his entire body.
One more teleportation couldn't hurt. Besides, fellow Legends... Azelf was nervous about meeting them without his brother and sister by his side, but if they could help him find his siblings, his usual shyness could be shelved.
His mind was made up. With another flash of light he was gone, and reappeared seconds later right in the midst of Legends, most of whom, thanks to the fact that he was only a foot tall, looked huge.
Dear Father, WHY did I not think to use my usual method of scouting things out first...? Deeply self conscious of the injuries, wondering now if they'd mistake him for one of the monsters plaguing the land, his face flushed . He nervously raised a hand and moved it in a very awkward attempt at a wave.
"Um... hello there... I-I'm Azelf... Didn't mean to barge in on you l-like this; teleportation is just... e-easier to travel th-these days..." The waving hand moved to scratch the side of his head. "I don’t s-suppose any o-of you have seen m-my siblings...? Uxie and Mesprit...?"
The stutter. The damned stutter. It always appeared when Azelf wanted to make a good impression.
Too late to turn back now.