Waves crashed upon me as I swam desperately away from the colossal horde of humans and evil pokemon. I was the last of my kind, but the humans tried to take it away from me.
Why would all those pokemon follow their orders? What was their objective? And most importantly, why me?
I didn't have time to get an answer to my questions. The humans were gaining on my tail. I used my psychic powers to send a tsunami. The commotion of the thunder booming, lightning flashing, and pokemon desperately trying to save their drowning trainers was too much for my ears. I dove down deep into the ocean, and tried to calm my frayed nerves.
My father had told me, "Daughter, if you're ever in a time of need, remember this: Disturb not the harmony of fire, ice, or lightning, lest these titans wreck destruction upon the world in which they clash. Though the water's great guardian shall arise to quell the fighting, alone its song will fail, and thus the earth shall turn to ash. O chosen one, into thy hands bring together all three. Their treasures combined tame the Beast of the Sea.
That prophecy was told to a certain human, and it was about him. My father and the human developed a close bond and ceased the fighting between Zapdos, Articuno, and Moltres. That was the last time my father spoke to me before he...
He told that prophecy to me, so I could turn to Ash. Me, the Last Lugia...