Jinx shook himself of the sleep that had held him for so long. He was drawn toward Temporal Tower, where he expected that he would be needed shortly. He looked around him, at the ruins that had once been his domain, along with the few other survivors of the great cataclysm that shook the Nightview Guard. The ruins had been dilapidated before the pandemonium and chaos from the freezing of time, but after the panic that had swept the surrounding area just before the crushing cold reached the place had brought even more damage to the damage in the last minute.
Jinx left the aching darkness of the Guardian’s Hall and came into the dim light of the outside world. There in the distance was the Stockade, the place that the Temporal Tower had once stood, now reduced to rubble. It may well have been the last of the world to have civilization, but that was likely to be a corrupt, broken law enforced by a tyrannical Pokemon unable to control his own emotions.
Jinx did not plan to walk the miles that were necessary to reach the Stockade. Standing on the cliffs, overlooking a vast amount of what was left of the world, he stepped forward, toward a circular symbol covered in rubble and leaves. It was the Guardian Gate, a way for the Nightview Guard to move swiftly between place and place on the world, but it had its limitations. Only those places marked with the Nightview Key could be reached, and Jinx only hoped that Temporal Tower’s was still intact.
Jinx tapped the end of his Bone Club on the ground at the center of the circle, breaking it free of the confines of time. The symbols etched into the stone lit up bright blue, like a clear sky, and he felt as if he was hovering in the air. The world was filled with motion again, for only a moment before he blinked out of existence. Where he stood the light quickly dimmed and grew dark once more, and the breeze that had swirled around him was suddenly gone, the cliff side seemed unchanged, outside of being free of the rubble that had clung to it.
Moments later Jinx was there, at what was left of Temporal Tower. He stood in the center of what seemed to be a small battle between the ominous dark figure behind him and two small, almost insignificant Pokemon in front of him. Despite their weakness, he could feel the confidence in them. It was a pity he would crush it.
He quickly leaped into action, bringing the charred club against the shadowy projectile of energy let loose from the Cubchoo. As he cut the attack in two, letting it part around him like the currents around a pebble, he stared at his new foe, casting his sheathe and cape aside as soon as he was safe, he held the bleach white blade and darkened handle, red eyes glowing ominously from beneath his grayed mask.
He was confused, this creature before him was definitely different. He wore some kind of mask, very unlike Jinx’s own. Jinx himself remained unmoving, determined to impose as much intimidation on his assailants as possible. He knew very well that he looked ominous, even if he was not evil or corrupt himself. “By the will of the Unseen and the hand of the Guard, I will not allow you to continue this assault,” his voice filled with the deep, storyteller’s tones that were meant solely to break the minds of foes.
He was not sure if he was fighting on the right side, but he was fighting, and he would continue to fight.