Mew: Another short one-shot for you guys. I really enjoy writing these. Enjoy! I don't own anything.
The Unstoppable Legends
Death. Destruction.
A soft, gentle breeze blew over acrid dry deserts, foreign to any people.
The unstoppable legends had come.
They had written their legacy.
The Gods had been angered by numerous attempts to forcefully control the Legends, and so punishment had to be dealt.
It was done swiftly and quickly.
Death. Destruction.
That is all that remains.
Pokemon and Trainers succumbed to the force of the Legends, each and every one standing to protect something, everything. They died with honor, bravery in their hearts.
It was not enough.
Arceus soared in the air with a frightening presence, casting his Judgement over the skies. People feared him, ran, screamed. And Death was dealt accordingly.
Mew radiated an indescribable aura, unleashing each and every move in her arsenal with a casual ease, as if she were merely fending off a Magikarp. She cast terror into people's hearts. And hundreds died.
Mewtwo roared, using his mental powers to the limits. Things flew awry, trees uprooted and skyscrapers leveled. A single flick of his paw caused cities to fall to rubble.
Lugia caused tsunamis, hurricanes, and out worldly storms. Ships were sunk, harbors were smashed into nothingness. The oceans rolled and tossed with a power unknown.
Ho-oh flew, obliterating with his Sacred Fire. Fires ravaged the land far and wide.
Suicune, Raikou, and Entei combined their powers. Volanoes erupted at random, thunder and lightning showered the sky. Heavy rain plagued crops, fire burned them to ashes.
Articuno, Zapdos, and Moltres worked as a smooth unit, freezing, burning, frying. Their shadows became feared and known far and wide.
Rayquaza and Deoxys flew in space and beyond, daring humans to infiltrate their lair. People who tried had their brains imploded and their bodies eaten.
Latios and Latias raced through the lands, causing ravage wherever they went.
Celebi turned time back so far coming to a point where only Pokemon existed.
Dialga threw time out of whack; Palkia distorted space and sent homes into oblivion. Giratina floated in the Distortion World, appearing and disappearing at random. People to this day still avoid still lakes and puddles.
Darkrai cast nightmares while he floated within the shadows, Cressalia refused to heal the ailed.
Regice, Registeel, and Regirock moved mountains, uprooted boulders, and froze over entire communities.
Regigigas shifted land, changing geography maps.
Groudon created new land masses.
Kyogre sank continents.
Many trainers tried to stand up against this godly force. None saw the sunrise of the next day.
Many years later, the sun still rose on those deceased, and those still alive. A young man stood at the edge of a cliff, black hood covering his face. A black cape fluttered behind him, torn and tattered.
"We tried," he murmured in a hoarse, raspy tone. A fringe of black hair could be seen sticking out. "We tried, and failed. Those of evil tried to control what was not ours, and the human society paid for it."
He looked to the sunrise.
"But we can recover... We can rebuilt. Our land, our society. Our humanity. And we will learn... We will learn from this mistake, and we will not make it again."
With that, the young man looked away. Red eyes flashed before he tugged his hood more firmly over his head and walked away, head bowed.
Mew: Some people need to learn how F**** powerful these Pokemon are! They're the Gods of Pokemon! Don't take them lightly. Review, please! ^^