Part One-Johto and Kanto Chapter One Creases covered her face giving the appearance that the creature was very ancient, very withered. Her eyes had dulled over time, not from age but from witnessing events and terrible situations that she would have rather not witnessed. She unfurled her left wing and delicately placed a brilliant coloured in a crevice near the base of a huge waterfall. She blinked away sad tears and placed her beak delicately on the egg�s shell. Then, she flew up the waterfall and drifted out the mouth of the cave. Sadly, she dropped an item ball into the sea for a trainer to find, and conjured up whirlpools to surround the island. Then, blinking away a second set of tears she flew from the islands, her movements delicate yet deliberate and heavy. Six days later she was shot down by the warden in the safari zone, and buried near secret house. Back in the Islands that had been christened Whirl, the egg twitched suddenly. The top bulged slightly and a crack ran down the shell�s backside. The creature within struggled and the egg shattered, and Lugia fell from the crevice into the water. Flailing it�s damp wings it flew to the surface and blinked away saltwater. Its spiny neck was stretched out as Lugia took in the surroundings for the first time. Then, it breathed and flared its wings, and stared at the damp down. It was specked with dirt, and Lugia, being only a half hour old, couldn�t preen them. Instead, it floated almost weightlessly around, pushed by the current the waterfall created. While scuba diving, a man named Giovanni the first came across an odd item ball. Without checking it, he placed it delicately in a watertight sack and swam away. Two hours old now, Lugia had figured out that it could break the current by shifting it�s flimsy legs from front to back. It blinked and steered cautiously through the basement of the cave. Flop! It fell forward and began to sink. It eagerly shifted the weight on its wings and let a stream of bubbles escape it�s slightly opened beak. It inhaled the water deeply, but sank even lower. Felling its lungs elapse it began to paddle with its legs and flail its tiny wings. It lifted its spiny neck, reaching for the surface� Ripples flew across the surface as the 10-year-old Lugia penetrated it. It swallowed the fish it had caught and opened its wings, sailing gradually upwards toward the sloping ceiling of the cavern. It brushed a spiked wing over the cavern wall and left three white marks trailing�Smiling at its own power, Lugia dove to the water and floated on the surface happily. From ten years of battling the occasional pokemon that entered the cave, Lugia had reached level 20. It was quite proud of its attacks: Wing attack, Seismic Toss, Flail and Screech. It tested a Wing Attack on a low level Zubat, who countered with a leech life, in critical condition. A wisp of pain ran through Lugia�s body, but it blinked solemnly and attacked with flail, sending the Zubat falling to land. Smiling again at its powerful condition, Lugia decided to rest; not much else could be done in its cavern. Just as its eyelids fell heavily over it�s brilliant eyes, Lugia got a terrific idea. It kicked its powerful legs vigorously and, breaking the current with relative ease, it arrived at the base of the waterfall. Near the top Lugia could see a stone ledge jutting out, maybe three feet from the fast moving water. Lugia breathed in, blinked, and extended its wings. Then, twitching with fright, it pushed of from the water�s surface and, by twitching its wings, rocketed up. The spray from the waterfall covered its chest with dark specks, and the foam at the bottom seemed like a haven from at the top. Lugia broke sharply and pulled its wings tight, it�s chest in. It exhaled sharply and began to breath in. The air was quite thin and cold, it stung Lugia�s chest. From growing up in a very dark cave, Lugia also noticed that specks of bright light covered the walls like fireflies. As a test of courage, perhaps, Lugia floated forwards the light. It jumped back with a shriek of surprise as an Anpharos flipped backwards into the water and changed form into a ditto. It�s beady eyes penetrated through Lugia�s dense plumage and it felt a tingling sensation as Ditto scanned every detail of it. Then, it was Lugia also. Lugia, the first one, blinked away fright and sent a gurgle of fright from his throat that was supposed to be screech. It had never seen itself clearly, just in the reflective pools of water, yet somehow hit knew that the other creature was he. The deep black eyes that swirled a pair of vortexes of squid ink scanned him, once more, and then the ditto attacked, without a word, with a powerful wing attack. Never had Lugia felt such pain. Its body, it seemed, was cracking apart. The pain ripped his feathers from his body and he cried out. The pain slowly subsided and Lugia regained control of his body. It grabbed the imposter Lugia and flew up to the ceiling of the cavern; smashed the others body into it, and let it fall limply to earth. Ripples creased the gray water as the ditto slowly drowned, turning back into its original form. Lugia, realizing that he was in critical condition, allowed itself to weakly tumble onto the water�s surface. The current seemed like three more powerful ones because of Lugia�s poor condition. It kicked stretched neck, opened its wings and stopped itself from falling down the waterfall by colliding brusquely with the stone ledge above it. The impact caused a wave of water to rush over Lugia and it eagerly slurped at it, the fresh water making his muscles violently ache. He knew, however, that this was a good sign. He bent his neck and drank the water. Soon, he knew that he had left critical condition and, thankfully, he was ably to fall forward and break the current. The reader may have forgotten that for 10 years Lugia didn�t leave the little cavern at the base of the waterfall. He had memorized every crack, crevice, dent, scratch, hole, every fissure in the rock walls in that cavern, and now, at last, he left it. No words that the author knows describe Lugia�s utter amazement. It hadn�t seen many of the pokemon that where about. It carefully avoided them, not wanting to battle. It realized what an extraordinary place this place, whatever it was, wherever it was. The walls where coated with a thin layer of shimmering ice, and several of the pokemon had flame or electric power that created the illusion that the ice was giving off light. Lugia stopped for lunch. It ate an already dying Magikarp, chewing vigorously at the hard flesh to get to the tender meat. The cave shook suddenly, and shreds of brilliant ice fell from the walls and into the water. Pokemon jumped away from their business and streamed from the cave, and Lugia turned its head sharply. It caught a Quagsire in midbound. The Quagsire screamed in an unknown language, and ducked under Lugia�s wings. The cave was soon empty and dead quiet, and it frightened Lugia to capacity. He looked around, scared, as a very obscure type of pokemon entered through a brilliant archway. Lugia began to backwards paddle, but it couldn�t take its eyes from the pokemon. The other creature stretched out with its featherless wing and something exploded with a steady flash on the end. Suddenly, in the water in front of the strange pokemon a Lapras was balanced delicately, shifting its large flippers against the current. The first pokemon mounted Lapras, and they sailed with the current. Lugia panicked, and stretched out its wings in full attempt to give the appearance that it was larger than it actually was. It inhaled and enlarged its chest, and rearranged its feathers so that they stood on end. The creature on the Lapras pulled on Lapras� reins and the Lapras stopped, let out a gentle coo. The strange creature noticed Lugia and became, it seemed, excited. The young-adolescent bird shielded its eyes with its eyes as Lapras disappeared with a flash, and an odd looking Typhlosion appeared. It seemed that the flames around its neck where burning far too brightly. Perhaps it was because it was so dark. The strangest creature was still the first one, who uttered an attack name to Typhlosion. Lugia held down a surprised yelp as Typhlosion used Flame Wheel, obeying the odder creatures command. A burning sensation lifted up from Lugia�s feet. The attack caused pain but didn�t take much damage off Lugia. It countered with a flail. Typhlosion winced in pain as a flurry of feathers smashed against him. The battle was harsh; Lugia was winning, and Typhlosion seemed to be at mercy. However, whenever the odd creature shouted a command immediately after the attack that was shouted would be inflicted upon Lugia. Lugia powerfully slapped Typhlosion with its outstretched wing, bringing up pinpricks of blood from the spines. Typhlosion crumpled and fell, down, down, into the water. Acting with amazing speed the first (the strange one) creature created a flash of light and Typhlosion disappeared from the water. Feeling quite proud, Lugia allowed itself to sink down lower into the water. Red light flickered across the cave walls as Fearaligatr appeared. Upon command it clamped its squared jaw over Lugia�s neck. Suppressing a groan of utmost pain, Lugia flailed wildly to escape Fearaligtr�s tough grip. Its spiny wings made contact with Fearaligtr�s chest, and it recoiled. Lugia screeched loudly and Fearaligatr clamped its stubby arms over the two earslits near it temples. Taking its chance Lugia attacked with Seismic Toss. His attack missed and just in time Lugia broke sharply in front of a stonewall that he would have hit. Nevertheless Fearaligatr didn�t attack, head still ringing from Lugia�s terrible song. This time Lugia�s attack hit dead center and Fearaligatr relapsed, disappearing in a burst of energetic light. Somehow Lugia knew that the constant bombardment of powerful attacks didn�t end there: there was another battle. It blinked as Meganium appeared, somehow looking more powerful than the others. Lugia got first attack; Wing Attack. Meganium took surprising damage. However, the strange creature commanded it use razor leaf instead. A shower of surprisingly acute green leaves erupted from Meganium�s open mouth, and Lugia felt his hp drain him into a critical condition. His wing attack was feeble, but nevertheless Meganium entered the same critical condition. Lugia positioned his beak for screech but something was flying towards it, the size of a large stone. It collided with its side and Lugia was pulled inside. He dug his somehow tiny nails into the ball, crashed his wings against the sides. He used all of his attacks on the sloping edges and burst out as the ball cracked in two and sank in the water. The first (strange) pokemon commanded tackle and Lugia fell limp. A second ball touched its side. It weakly flailed but the ball clamped down harder on it. Just as it fell into a vat of complete darkness, Lugia heard something utter in a tiny whisper �I got Lugia!� Chapter Two The brightness in the very square cavern made the flashes of light back in Whirl Islands seem like a molehill compared to a mountain. Annoyed by this Lugia kept its eyes as slits in order to observe the cavern; he was surrounded by small raised platforms covered in some sort of thin, light gray fabric. Under the fabric on his left side lay a familiar Typhlosion, and on his right an uncannily recognizable Fearaligatr. Curious, Lugia raked its memory for an explanation. He only remembered a green head with antennae plowing into the plumage on his now bandaged chest, followed by a perfectly round chamber�Followed by darkness. While Lugia tried to find sense in this something poked sharply into his side. By instinct Lugia bared it�s razor teeth and flipped to face whatever had just hurt him. It was a creature like the strange one in whirl islands, however with different plumage: paler on the exposed wings and red on top of the face. It smiled and opened its mouth, but Lugia heard no sound. It threw back the fabric with its stiff legs and burst into flight. The creature below shouted up, and a pinprick of sound hit his ears, commanding him away from the ceiling. Annoyed, he stayed aloft. The redheaded pokemon began speaking to the one from the cave, but Lugia couldn�t hear. It crashed through the skylight. Something pulled at its tail feathers but it jerked away sharply as a laser beam shot from the broken skylight. Floating above the cavern Lugia let confusion overcome it, and tears rolled over its face and splattered on the below concrete. Suddenly overcome with tiredness Lugia forced itself to float higher and higher, searching for a thermal. Circling above one, it calmed itself. Calm is, however, a word that can very harshly differentiate in meanings. There is calm that means one is completely fazed out cannot hear or see distractions. There is calm for those who are in a coma and have no other choice. There is calm when one is at ease with the world but barely, and they will jump and attack at small noises. As the third type of calm, Lugia didn�t react well to a sudden clang of thunder from above. Knowing how unsafe, perhaps by instinct, the sky was during a thunderstorm, Lugia spread out its wings and slowly circled to earth away from the thermal. It collided with the earth and crumpled; discouraged by the lack of information and the overwhelming confusion it was experiencing. It hadn�t a clue where it was, however it knew that it wasn�t near the water, far from it. The vile stench in the air also meant that it wasn�t populated by tidy pokemon like Quagsire and Zubat, but the ones that seemed to leave messes wherever they went. The redhead and the other emerged from the cavern and Lugia acted immediately by flipping under a nearby boulder. It seemed unfair, however. The strange creatures gave up so easily. It was already nighttime but Lugia waited for the sky to darken even more before leaving behind the boulder. If it could have read it would have realized that it was in Blackthorn, but it couldn�t. It spent the night under a large tree, enduring the flashing thunderbolts and the pelting, freezing rain. His face was drenched, his beak cracked in three places, his chest bleeding through the bandages from when he had collided with the earth. The rain didn�t stop, but Lugia drifted silently to sleep. Screams filled his aching head as dawn approached. He opened his eyes to find the sun balancing on the eastern horizon, sending the shadows of the buildings around flying across the blazing desert sand. Blinking sleep from its eyes, Lugia yawned deeply. The world around bulged slightly. Something strange happened. A sweet sensation bubbled from the pit of Lugia�s stomach. It took a moment for Lugia to figure out that it hadn�t eaten in two days. It had never felt hunger; dying fish had always rocketed with the waterfall down into his cavern. It rolled over onto its back and tried to sit up but was unable. After a third attempt, Lugia was balancing on the soft soil. It took off. The sunlight was brilliant in the air and the clouds coated Lugia with a soft blanket of protection. Something flopped into the clouds beside it. It muttered a call in a foreign language before it noticed Lugia. Lugia broke the clouds and flew higher. �Stop!� called Pidgeot in Lugia�s native tongue. Lugia slowed down, and turned to Pidgeot, surprised. �Not one creature I know,� Lugia mumbled, blinking �aside from myself, can speak that language. You obviously are a demon.� Lugia trimmed its wings and broke the layer of nimbus clouds. The air grew cold. Lugia let out a breath and vapor hung in the air from his breath like mist. It tilted sideways into a layer of rain clouds. The denser clouds eerily muffled Pidgeot�s voice. �I�m no demon, I swear it, but I�m a translator.� Lugia was no longer in awe of Pidgeot�s ability to speak in Lugiashi. Its accent was incorrect and made the words seem stiff and banal. Lugia flew higher still, above all the clouds. The sun danced over his back and a gray aura surrounded him. Pidgeot was a less experienced flyer with more withered lungs and weaker wings. When it broke the clouds sweat beaded its wings, its chest heaved and it was flapping twice as hard as usual. �Are you unable to slow down?� demanded Pidgeot breathlessly. �I suggest,� Lugia snapped, braking sharply and hovering in midair, only twitching its wings. �That if you want to seem to be a faster flyer you shouldn�t fly beside a Lugia.� With those harsh words Lugia turned sharply and began to quickly assent into the cold air. It didn�t show it but Lugia was quite tired, and the clouds of mist from it�s beak where getting thicker as breathing became more difficult. Pidgeot replied in a surprisingly nasal voice: �I suggest if you want to seem friendly you shouldn�t act like a Lugia.� Insulted, Lugia tried to use a screech but was quite unable to at such a high flying point. Pidgeot flared her impressive wings and kicked them to her sides sharply, and flew up towards Lugia. Lugia ignored her and dove down. Its ears gave way to height and it was unable to hear. Aware how dangerous these heights really where, Lugia dipped under the clouds and his hearing returned. Awed creatures below pointed to the sky. Lugia became particularly graceful and beautiful because of this. Several balls were thrown towards Lugia but they all fell short of it by many meters. At exactly noon, something fell onto Lugia�s back. Its spine sagged with the newfound weight and it fell several meters before it was able to look at what had hit him. Pidgeot dug her powerful talons into Lugia�s flesh and it cried out. However it was in perfect place for seismic toss. Lugia managed to loosen Pidgeot�s killer grip with a serious of prevailing wing attacks. Then, with Lugia�s tail holding Pidgeot in place, Lugia began to fly in large circles. When Pidgeot cried �Mercy!� Lugia tucked the spines on its tail under Pidgeot�s belly and thrust it towards earth. Pidgeot fell, the speed of the fall making her quite unable to throw out her wings without breaking them. Lugia dove after her. Two meters from the ground Lugia spread its body under Pidgeot and caught it, dropping to the ground itself. �What was that for?� Lugia asked, tipping Pidgeot off its back. Pidgeot was in extremely poor condition; its beak was dented at the top and blood specked across its face. One of its wings was severely dislocated from Pidgeot�s attempt to slow her fall. Most of her tail had ripped of from the fall. �What?� Pidgeot�s breathing was terribly labored and the rise and fall of its chest made Lugia ache. �Why did you attack me?� Lugia baked. �You were terribly rude, if I could say so. Why did you stop me from falling?� �I needed to ask you that.� Lugia hit Pidgeot over the face and it shrieked in pain, and was nearly knocked out. However it showed a mammoth amount of power and used whirlwind, but Lugia deflected it and kicked out with its feet and lashed out with its tail, slamming Pidgeot hard in the belly. Then, Lugia gathered up the broken body and stuffed it in a deep crevice on the boulder nearby. Chapter Three
�Why did you attack me?� Lugia baked. �You were terribly rude, if I could say so. Why did you stop me from falling?� �I needed to ask you that.� Lugia hit Pidgeot over the face and it shrieked in pain, and was nearly knocked out. However it showed a mammoth amount of power and used whirlwind, but Lugia deflected it and kicked out with its feet and lashed out with its tail, slamming Pidgeot hard in the belly. Then, Lugia gathered up the broken body and stuffed it in a deep crevice on the boulder nearby.