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Well, I had this great Pages document ready to go and dungeon-master the Terroh thing in Fan RPGs. Well, no one was interested.
So, I'll just weave this tale in a fanfic style, from the start. The previous chapters were just terrible.

PROLOGUE
For millions of years, ever since the start of time, many have sought ways for the corruption of the world. Some were defeated in epic battles, good against bad, light against darkness. Some developed plans that were flawed from the start, and soon met their demise. Some simply gave up, and retreated, restoring peace to the world. But some others have succeeded, reigned over their kingdom, but were then overthrown by a new wave of heroes. A select few of these villains have survived, returning from their curse or seal to cause more turmoil.
...
(In a dark room, time, date, and location unknown)
*BOOOOM*
A flash of lighting, dark silhouettes show up, all of them crowding around one entity.
???: What? What's happening here?
???: The battle... is it over?
*BOOOOM*
*flash*
???: Give up. You cannot, and will not, prevail over us.
*CRASH*
*BLAM*
???: LET ME GO!
???: Argh, stay down!
???: NOOOOOOOO!
*Thump thump thump thump*
*FLASH*
???: Blarhb.
???: What?
???: Nothing.
*CRASHBOOM*
*BLAMBLAMBLAM*
*BZZZZAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRR*
*FLASH*
???: WHAT? WHAT GOING ON!?
???: This isn't right? He's-
*FLASH*
The room is suddenly illuminated by an orb of light, hovering over a large quadruped figure, with elegant flowing trails of... whatever, golden feet, and a frame created from golden... whatevers around its waist. Opposite of it, a dark, shadowy figure stands, with trails of fabric-like substance and white hair flowing behind it. A bright red necklace shaped like a lower jaw completes the foreboding look.
All around them, are unconscious figures in awkward positions, limbs twisted in unarceusly directions. Some are huge, such as a bright red one with a spiky head and black patterns down the side of its body. Some are otherwise tiny, such as a soft pink one with large feet and feline features.

Slowly, the orb of light gets brighter, and the shadowy figure gets more and more insubstantial. One by one, the figures around them wake up, only to gape in amazement at the orb of light floating above their master.

Arceus: Fellow comrades, I have created the world, and now I will sacrifice myself to protect it. Darkrai will be forever sealed in the Space Globe, but the energy needed to do that will transform me into a statue.
???: What?
???: Arceus, no! You... don't!
Arceus: Protect the shrine, do not let anyone close. Releasing the evil... will cause... disaster.

As Arceus spoke, its eyes lost the paralyzing glare that it once had. Its entire body shaking, the golden frame became grey, its legs turned to stone, and it mustered one more word before its entire body was petrified.

Arceus: ...Jed...Jediale.

To Be Continued...

Actually, I'm starting anew, meaning that the previous entries don't and will never exist.
It's a legend about Terroh, my region, and how the Pokélympics came to be.
Yeah, I don't know.