Lux stands for light, my mother taught me so in the early years.
We are a light in the dark, and no darkness can incinerate our incinerate our soul. But the darkness I sensed was colossal, beyond your comprehension.
Darkness.
Where did it originate from?
"From Yveltal," Ma taught me. "The Pokémon of death and destruction is actually a relief. The world has to be balanced between good and bad.
But I never believed her.
Baddie-baddies were baddie-baddies, and goodie-goodies were goodie-goodies.
Those were the too-true laws of our world. Example of baddies-baddies were Yveltal, Zarude, Eternatus, and Arceus.
Arceus.
The Pokémon who possessed unspeakable power.
Who may be the creator of this new, great source of darkness that was ready to kill a certain a human boy and a Pikachu, I could predict.
The human boy was in hot water. So I sniffed the air, and found it.
Rayquaza.
"Come out, come out, Ruler Zygrade."
That's right. Luxray had always bowed to Zygrade, or at least his weakest forme, but no one dared to mention that.
"What is it, you insolent Luxray? Shut your snout!" The angered green-black hound snarled, but realized that Rayquaza was hovering in the air.
"You're welcome," I grinned, as Zygrade questioned his own courage, as he was weak right now. He would charge, I knew, but he would fall. There were weak Pokémon, there were strong Pokémon.
And right now, everybody needed to be strong.
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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).
