When I was an infant, my power was still legendary. And all I want you to do is to just imagine it now.
Power corrupts you, as it corrupted me. I am well aware of that perspective, yet I ignore it.
In the skies of my magical Other World, I was too busy. I was too busy checking if any Pokémon were plotting revolution, and keeping most of their power under binds.
I wanted to be the strongest for eons to come.
What's this?
I sensed a sort of crackle in my world. A crackle of power... You do know that nothing is strong enough to do that, right? "Mega Rayquaza..." I growled in my throat.
My eyes flashed.
He was right behind me.
"I challenge you!" The beast's voice rang into my ears. "I am the true god!" Its voice seemed... Commanding. Of the true god itself...?
"Maybe we can both benefit," I growled coldly. "If you don't see truth, which is natural, then come with me."
He cautiously followed me, until we came to a stop days later, which was nothing but a few seconds to me.
"Ash Ketchum," I snarled with self-glee. "He's a goodie-goodie, while we're sometimes good... But bad.
"Thus, if you hunt him down, you will have the match with me. Then we will see who is superior."
"Ash Ketchum..." Mega Rayquaza growled. "I have never... Hunted such game..."
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Pokémon Journeys: Through Their Eyes
FanfictionRayquaza knows what exactly its next aspect of prey will be; Ash Ketchum. Will the Pokémon world be prepared to protect him - setting up every defence they can? The first complete book I've written (not a short story).
