Mewtwo: Reawaken

Chapter 1: The Rift

The forest was quiet, save for the occasional rustling of leaves as a gentle breeze swept through the night air. Mewtwo floated silently above the treetops, his keen eyes scanning the horizon as he traveled up to Mt. Moon, where he had found refuge as of late since Mew's latest adventurous disappearance. He did not expect to see him back for weeks, months, even years.

But nevertheless, he would still be here. As always, it seemed, since his liberation.

The tranquility of the forest was refuge and companion for him, a place where he could contemplate his existence away from the prying eyes of humans and the chaos of the Pokémon world. Beings he encompassed, and yet felt no keen relation to. No closeness, and no desire for such. He appreciated the now familiar quiet and peacefulness of Mt. Moon, overlooking the Kanto region and all of its eccentricities. He could travel elsewhere easily, that did not prove difficult - but, where would he go?

That was the eternal question. Even on the few days where he found himself...intrigued, by exploration, that question remained. Where could he go that he wouldn't be feared, or have one of those ridiculous Pokéballs thrown at him. Or worse, be recaptured and experimented on.

There was nowhere. There was nothing.

He would normally resign himself to these thoughts, and spend his night gazing at the moon and stars, the only familiar forces that were his constant.

But today, something felt different. There was a strange energy in the air, an unfamiliar hum that seemed to vibrate through his very being. Mewtwo closed his eyes, extending his psychic senses outward, trying to locate the source of this disturbance. It didn't take long for him to pinpoint it-a small clearing deep within the heart of the forest, where the energy was most concentrated.

Without hesitation, Mewtwo teleported to the clearing, reappearing in an instant. The air here felt charged, crackling with a power that was both alluring and ominous. In the center of the clearing, a swirling vortex of light and shadow twisted and turned, growing more intense by the second. Mewtwo approached cautiously, his instincts on high alert.

"What is this...?" he thought to himself, reaching out with his mind to probe the vortex. It resisted his attempts to understand it, a chaotic maelstrom of energies that defied logic. But there was something else-something familiar. A pulse of energy that resonated with his own, calling out to him.

Curiosity and caution warring within him, Mewtwo took a step closer. The vortex seemed to respond, expanding and brightening as if beckoning him forward. Taking a deep breath, Mewtwo steeled himself and stepped into the vortex.

His journey had just begun.