The Tale of the Inventor and the Artificial Pokemon (Prompt: Magearna; Wordcount: 1461)
Once upon a time, there lived an Inventor who was known all over the land for his brilliant creations. The only person who perhaps rivaled his passion for creation was his partner, a Mienshao. The two lived on top of a high mountain and rarely left, for the Inventor was born weak in body and was more comfortable at home. However, they always received many visitors, who came with commissions or who simply wanted to see the masters at work. The Inventor would think up wondrous inventions, and Mienshao would put them together with his nimble fingers.
One day, a King from a faraway country visited the Inventor on the mountaintop. Upon reaching audience with the Inventor, the King knelt and bowed his head. In the humblest tone of voice, he gave his request of the Inventor: a mechanical Pokémon.
For, as the King explained to the Inventor, the King had a daughter who possessed powerful empathy. Within a minute of being born, she smiled as her parents filled with delight at the sight their newborn child. By the time she was five, she couldn’t attend school as her siblings did, as so many people in a room would overwhelm her with their emotions. Her empathy only grew more sensitive as she aged. Now, she could not stand to be in the presence of any being at all. She lived in a private home on her own barren island. The only way she could communicate was through notes written and left behind.
The daughter was now fourteen, and had confessed through said notes that her isolation was bringing her near to despair. The King had sent to her island any comfort he could, but it wasn’t enough. Then, in passing, the King had heard of the Inventor’s great talent. The King had been struck by an idea: a creature made of metal and gears could not overwhelm his daughter—such a being could at long last provide her a companion.
The Inventor was greatly moved by the plight of this King’s daughter. After a short discussion with Mienshao, he told the King that, while he wasn’t sure if such a feat could be accomplished, he would do all he could.
For many months, the Inventor and Mienshao labored on the creation of the proposed mechanical Pokémon, whom they called Magearna. It was the most difficult task the two had ever attempted, but as time went on the more the Inventor believed he could create this kind of marvel. At long last, Mienshao clicked the last piece of Magearna’s body into place. Magearna opened their eyes.
The Inventor and Mienshao burst with joy; at once, they began welcoming this new Pokémon into the world. However, the two soon realized that Magearna did not respond to either their greetings or happiness. Magearna looked at their two makers, but only looked. They did nothing else.
With a shock, the Inventor realized that while he created a living body, his creation did not have a heart, a soul, or a will.
At first, he considered that maybe Magearna would develop over time. The Inventor took Magearna wherever he went. When he worked on his creations, he made sure to explain his thought processes out loud in case Magearna found it interesting. In the chance Magearna had a more artistic leaning, the Inventor exposed them to all kinds of art and music and stories. At the end of each day, the Inventor would read to Magearna from a large book of fairytales—fairytales even older than the one you’re reading right now.
More time than it took to make Magearna’s body passed. The Inventor continued to share the world with Magearna. Mienshao made adjustments in case some quirks with Magearna’s body would help. But nothing made any difference.
After all the time the Inventor spent with Magearna, he loved the being as if they were his own child, though he began to believe he would never be able to gift his creation a soul. Still, he determined to make Magearna’s life as full as possible. Mienshao helped his partner and Magearna into wheeled chairs and helped them down from the mountain. The Inventor would that Magearna see the world.
During their travels, the three stopped a kind-hearted, rustic village where they passed a Blissey cradling her newborn Happiny. Townsfolk gathered around, congratulating the mother on her successful birth and beautiful child.
Mienshao, seeing the Blissey mother smile weakly but gloriously after the struggles of childbirth, suddenly struck upon an idea. Surprising the Inventor, Mienshao rushed to Magearna, who watched with a blank gaze from their chair. Mienshao wrapped Magearna in his arms and held them tight, as the mother did her child. Drawing deep into himself, he accessed the core of energy all Pokémon hold inside them. He reached, and drew some of that energy out. He offered it to Magearna.
Magearna blinked, raised their head. Then, for the first time in their life, they smiled.
The Inventor at once understood. They had created a physical body for Magearna, but Magearna needed more than that. Like the Blissey had spent energy to give birth to her Happiny, even an artificial Pokémon needed spirit from another to form a soul.
Upon having the situation explained to them, every Pokémon in the village offered what they could. Something began to glow inside Magearna’s chest. It was a warm, shimmering orb of energy—what the Inventor would later call a Soul-Heart.
Creating a Soul-Heart wore out not only the village Pokémon but Magearna themself. They rested for a long time—over three entire days—but smiled in their sleep. However, once they had recovered enough energy, Magearna approached Mienshao and the Inventor with determination. The Inventor had explained the original reason of Magearna’s creation to them toward the beginning. Now that Magearna had their Soul-Heart, they wished to go to the King’s poor, lonely daughter as soon as possible.
The Inventor was grieved to hear Magearna would be leaving so suddenly, but he also knew these two things: that the King’s daughter needed Magearna’s companionship more than he did, and that all children would develop their own dreams apart from their parents. He made the necessary arrangements immediately. Soon, he bid farewell to Magearna as they boarded a ship which would take them to the country of the King and his daughter.
The Inventor and Mienshao returned to their mountain, but the Inventor did not truly feel he had arrived home. He became withdrawn, soon barely left his bedroom. Mienshao supported his partner during this time, encouraging him to keep inventing and to stay as strong as he could.
Then, exactly one year later, two very unusual travelers climbed to the mountaintop: an unfamiliar young woman with a visible aura, and an artificial Pokémon named Magearna.
The Inventor’s mouth gaped. Magearna flew to his arms, and two embraced. The young woman stepped forward and introduced herself as the King’s daughter.
For you see, during her time on her lonely island, the King’s daughter had spent much of her time in study, reading deep into all the books her father delivered to her. Once Magearna arrived, not only was she overjoyed to have a companion after so long, she also became interested in how exactly her new partner worked. Because the Inventor had told Magearna all he could, Magearna was able to explain their inner workings in great detail.
Over time and much interested study, Magearna and the King’s daughter realized that just as Magearna had accepted Pokemon’s life energy before, Magearna’s adaptive body could receive energy from even humans. Magearna offered to take on some of the daughter’s excess empathy. After doing so, Magearna realized their mechanical form could deal much better with extreme emotions than her partner’s could. Carefully, the two balanced the empathy among them so that Magearna was more sensitive but could still easily function, and so that the King’s daughter could leave her island.
From then on, the King’s daughter and Magearna stayed on the mountain with the Inventor and Mienshao. The King’s daughter became the Inventor’s pupil, and soon became a great Scientist in her own right. Magearna loved to follow along as the humans worked and help Mienshao with the putting together of inventions; they had a great sense for mechanics.
The Inventor spent the next twenty years of his life in great happiness. At the end of those twenty years, Magearna came to his bed to discover he had passed peacefully in his sleep with a smile on his face. Mienshao, Magearna, and the King’s daughter all cried sad but also happy tears on that day, for they knew his life had been as good as it could be.