The sun set shedding a craggy sort of light as it filtered through from behind Mt. Coronet's sharp edges. The air was heavy with that worn scent which stated the day was done. From atop one of the highest peaks a single silhouette stood, defiantly. This was as far north as he'd ever traveled. Him the brooding monster created by man. Violet eyes stared at the dying sun, the western ocean glittering with streaks of bloody light. He wrapped his tattered coat around his lithe frame. All around, Mewtwo felt life settling for the evening, and still others stirring for their nocturnal prowl.
The meaning of life… How evasive the question, if even a question at all. All regions in the world seemed to go on with their life even without a proper definition to their existence. How could they be so satisfied? Pokémon and people alike, how could they be so content without purpose? It was immoral, obscene even, that there be so much joy in the ignorant world, while he lived a tormented life amongst the shadows. No, there must be an answer something he was overlooking. He leapt up and landed near a cavern's entrance below. He would sleep among the ruins tonight. Broken pillars and weathered stone would provide shelter for the night, perhaps even for the next day. He'd spent the last few days in motion, but sunlight was tiring, and he always felt safer in the darkness of the night.
As he inspected a potential shelter, a pair of gravelers rolled out in front of him and protested his presence loudly.
(I mean no harm.) Mewtwo replied exercising restraint. He was after all invading their territory. (I'll only stay the night.)
It was -as he'd found out many times before- useless to argue with gravelers, or any type of rock pokémon, once they got territorial. But he had to try, otherwise he'd be blasting everything every five or six steps. However, the boulder-like figures were adamant. With their greater appendages they lifted a slab of rock and tossed it at the psychic.
Eyes the color of old wine in the golden sunset, flashed an electric blue. The slab broke in two and was hurled aside by an unseen force. The pieces hit granite pillars causing the cracked ruins to shake.
(I don't want to hurt you,) Mewtwo began, (But unless you cease this, I will.)
The gravelers snarled back a retort and lunged at him in twin roll-outs. The psychic cat easily sidestepped and the heavier creatures crashed against stone. This time the pillars gave out and tumbled down. Mewtwo winced, but new from experience the Gravelers were perfectly fine, if only completely knocked out.
(So much for hospitality,) he sighed wistfully, silently wishing for just a hint of civility from any of his pokémon comrades. It seemed he was cursed to travel in savage company searching for nonexistent answers when, perhaps, all he really longed for was a little understanding... (and a cup of raspberry tea with would be nice…)
For the first time he noticed the etchings on the ground beneath his paws, most of it hidden beneath rubble and dust. With a flick of his wrist the entire courtyard was swept up and the carvings became visible. Swirls of fluid patterns and scalloped edges converged in a single point before him where a large slab, perhaps where an altar to some pagan deity had once stood. The ground then rumbled as a second pillar fell and took its neighbor with it. Two…three… four more of the great columns fell until the sacred (for surely it was so) ground was swallowed up un a cloud of dust and falling rubble. Mewtwo raised a barrier, worried now that perhaps the ruins were not all that stable.
Perhaps he should think about digging out those two gravelers, although, considering how their species ate rock, they'd eat out of that pile of rubble eventually. Suddenly an deafening roar shook the ground. Lights, all the color of the spectrum began flickering through the dusty air. A presence suddenly loomed far above the debris and stared down at Mewtwo with blood-red eyes.
Almost subconsciously, Mewtwo took a step back as he looked up a those scarlet eyes. The dust settled and he saw the creature of silver and cobalt stand tall a good four stories high. A vortex swirled behind it spilling the colors of an impossible world into this reality. A mental presence older than the mountains thrummed in Mewtwo's mind. Never before, had the psychic pokémon felt so intimidated. There among the wreckage he felt more like a misbehaving child who had broken his mother's porcelain vase, than the most powerful pokémon known to mankind.
And still even in terror, the questions that tormented his mind surfaced. Why was he alive? In the presence of such majesty that defied reality, how could he even begin to find purpose to his own life? Powers such as they clearly did not belong to this world, this…reality. The creature roared at Mewtwo once more in a primal cry that seemed to tear the sky at the seams.
(Dialga…) Mewtwo spoke the name in awe as the diamond gem upon the great monster's chest glittered. Violet feline eyes stared at the crystal mesmerized by the prism as it seemed to spin in glittering facets. Too late did he realize the peril of the jewel, a stone hewn from the first star of the universe. A crystal which burned with an ancient fire… Too late did Mewtwo look up to see Dialga's glowing fangs and impossibly black gullet… Too late did he move away before the titan engulfed him in his Roar of Time.
Space warped and shifted all around. The ground was snatched away and he fell into a wormhole onto endless darkness and night. A night as primeval and old as time itself.