The Ozone layer
I soar the sky, never to touch the ground.
Not unless they fight.
And they don't fight.
But I watch over them, like they are children.
The ground looks wonderful from above.
It looks warm.
It looks soft. It looks inviting to sleep on.
But no one can ever truly sleep while perpetually flying.
I feed off water particles of the air.
I wish to taste meat.
But no food could live here.
The ground looks full of life.
It looks full of food.
I made kyogre and groudon friends.
That was too long ago.
They would never stop fighting. I hated it.
Now they never will fight.
I've asked arceus.
He says I have a purpose in the clouds.
But what is it?
He says when the time will come, I will know.
But will it come?
After my other fic, I thought about other legendaries with horrible jobs. I might do one or 2 more.
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