Pokémon. According to humans, we worked alongside them as partners and allies ever since we were both placed upon this world. Which that is not entirely false; once upon a time there was a golden age of peace and prosperity. But then again, in those days, Legendaries were unafraid of being in the open, they'd roam wherever they like, even mingling with the humans of this world. But one day, the lust for power began to sweep over groups of trainers. In fear, the Legendaries fled to hiding places, fled back to the heavens, causing humans nowadays to believe that legendary Pokémon are simply myths. Hope was still alive in many hearts, as "Pokémon Masters", such as Red from Pallet Town and Gold from New Bark Town began to defeat these organizations of evil trainers.
But not all of these teams were easily destroyed. Some were looked over… Some were able to grow in size and power… This is my story, as the last known Lugia, the last of my kind, and the fight against the most powerful group of corrupt trainers yet, the Pokémon Hunters, or PokéHunters for short. Even now, the PokéHunters are kept well under the radar in most human lives, because the legendaries who have survived their attacks fight them to this day, to protect the balance in this world. Our story has been untold, and in the history that is recorded by mankind, will probably remain untold. But for those who are willing to hear it, I will pass on these untold legends.
I know some of you are wondering what I mean by "last of my kind." Legendaries are one of a kind, right? Well, that's partially true. SOME Legendary Pokémon are one of a kind, such as Mew and Celebi. But back in the beginning, hundreds of Lugias lived deep within Whirl Island. I was born into the strongest family, my father being the main "Guardian of the Seas." I have been told that when I was born, my power was registered by the elders of my kind through special psychic abilities. The elders couldn't believe my potential, my power seemed like it could easily increase drastically even as a child. Because of this, my parents were forced to send me off to special training classes after I was a year old. Even my father had no power over what the Elders demanded.
I was raised to be a powerful fighter shortly after my birth. While other kids were learning to fly and were just beginning to learn the basics about fighting, I was rapidly progressing to the strength of an adult Lugia warrior. By the time I was 8, I had surpassed everyone at the academy. I was allowed to return to my parents shortly after, a day I thought would never come. I flew off, trying to find something special to bring back to them to surprise them with. I came back with some berries I picked, to hear an eerie hush in our little town. Beginning to assume the worst, I begin to fly home faster, scared more than I had ever been before. I was thankful that the elders weren't watching, they would have surely punished me for showing such weakness and fear.
Before long, I landed next to the house. I grabbed the door handle with my wing, and what I saw inside still haunts me today. Bleeding and broken, I saw my mother lay dead on the floor, two muscular men in black loomed above her. I swallowed and stepped back. This was my first encounter with humans, and I was absolutely terrified. Who were they and what did they want? Why was my mother dead? I saw one of them hit my father, and it was enough to snap me out of this fear. "Stop it!" I screamed, helpless. "What do you want from us?!"
My father looked at me with shock, obviously wanting me to fly away before they could reach me, but I didn't care. I ran to him and hugged him tight, I could feel his bones crunch from what had appeared to be Pokémon attacks that had severely injured him beforehand. "D-Daddy… What's wrong, Daddy? What happened? G-Get up!" I became red in the face, I felt like such a helpless child.
"W-Wind…" he gasped, trying to hide the pain from his son. "Listen to me, son. I'm very proud of you, buddy… I'm very sorry you never got to know your mother and I very well… I never wanted it to end this way. Just know, your mother and I loved you very, very much." I could see tears forming in his eyes, something I thought was impossible for someone as tough as him. Tears streamed down my face, my expression tightening up.
"But Dad… I need you… Don't talk like that, you're gonna be okay!" I cried out, nudging him to move. My father let out a calm, warm chuckle, as if he was trying to soothe me, despite all his pain.
"You're a strong boy, Wind. I know you'll do our race proud…" He whispered as his eyes slowly closed, and all too fast, I felt his body's reassuring warmth leave for good. Anger swelled inside of me unlike ever before. I floated in the air, lightning could be heard outside, striking dangerously near. Suddenly, two orbs of power came out from the dead Lugias, one from my mother and one from my father. They hit my body with a clash and a snap of lightning; water condensing around me, changing my appearance slightly. My eyes glowed with a light blue aura, and two spirit heads, resembling my parents, were situated to the left and right of my neck, composed from wind and water. Lightning snapped and crackled around his body. The Pokémon Hunters began to back up, and summoned their Pokémon to defend themselves. With the new power I had obtained, coupled with the intense training I had endured since I was an infant, I easily took out every Pokémon they through at me with techniques I didn't even know I could use yet.
"You will pay for what you've done…" Echoed a voice that consisted of Wind, his father and his mother. Their power now added to mine in this form, I unleashed a powerful Aeroblast that sent them flying out of Whirl Islands, and to some faraway place, hopefully to never bother us again. Exhausted, the world around me grew fuzzy as I collapsed. I reverted to my normal self; the water from my transformation fell to the floor and the wind suddenly hushed. I awoke several hours later to find a tall, proud figure above me.
Expecting the worst, I backed up and prepared to attack the figure, until he realized who he was looking at. Freezing in awe, embarrassment and respect of my guest, quickly bowed. "S-Sorry, Mr. Arceus, Sir… I-I…" I felt my face burn with a blush as Arceus hushed me.
"It's okay, my boy. I heard about what happened, and I came as soon as I heard." He walked over and put his paw on my shoulder. "Are you okay? When we entered, we saw your parents dead on the scene, you passed out, and your little brother…" he paused, grimacing. My heart fell. I didn't even think about Cloud. What happened to my poor baby brother? "he's been captured alive, in a Pokéball."
What in the world is a Pokéball?! I thought to myself, frustrated and confused. I didn't care what it was, all I knew is I was determined to save my little brother at all costs. "So, the trainers that I defeated…" I began, but couldn't bring myself to finish.
"No, that's the puzzling thing." He began. "We found where the trainers you saw landed, but there were supposedly three that entered and attacked your villiage. We released all the Pokémon that were in their captivity, but none of them were your brother. I'm sorry, but we believe that the third mystery trainer stole him and ran away from his mission."
Today had been the first day I had ever heard about Pokémon trainers, and I already hated them. I hated them for destroying my family. I didn't know how, but I was determined to find my brother and rescue him, one day. Arceus observed me as I was making my mental vow, and let out a warm chuckle. "That's quite the fire in your eyes, kid. But these guys who attacked you and your family, I'm afraid they're merely the beginning. We need to all train for the day we can retaliate and put an end to them. We need someone like you to help us with that, Wind. What do you say?" He shot me a smile that actually seemed sincere.
I paused and thought it over. Was I really going to trust them? I had nowhere else to turn, and if I were to ever fill my father's shoes, I knew I must become stronger, to make sure no other family ever suffers through what I did, ever again.
To be continued.
A/N: Thanks so much for reading, I hope you all enjoyed it. I've had this idea in my head for a very long time, and I really would like to get feedback on it. Please tell me if you like it, if you don't like it, what I can improve, what you like about it, and if you'd like me to continue the story from here. Any and all comments are appreciated. See ya next chapter!