PROLOGUE:
All but two lights were off at the Vainheart Mansion that night. One light belonged to the living room, where the Carbinks cleaned the leftovers of the party that night.
They didn't see a shadow slip in.
The other light was for the the room of the Baron's youngest son, Victor, where he sat up in his bed, reading a very old book. It was a dark yellow, with a jet black spine, which bore the words "The Stars of Lightning" on it.
If Victor's mother knew that he was up at this hour, he would surely be kept in his room for at least a week. This didn't faze him, however, as he had been forced to stay in his room for basically all fourteen years of his life. He had a rare condition, his parents said, which meant he should stay in his room as much as possible. He looked at the time. 1AM. He decided it was time to turn in for the night.
But, at that moment, he heard something. It was loud, very loud, and sounded like a roar. Victor didn't stop to wonder why nobody else had been woken up by it, as he slowly tiptoed up the stairs, past the snoring Carbinks (Victor had never been allowed near Pokémon for his own safety) , past his parents, up to the rooftop.
He couldn't have seen the figure sneak past.
When he got up there, he was stopped in his tracks. Before him was a bolt of lightning. It was like any other lightning, except that it was still there, constantly striking at an antennae. It glowed as yellow as the sun itself. Victor found himself walking towards it, his pale hands reached out to try and take hold of it, and then...
and then...
"I, um, can't really remember the rest..."
It was dawn now, and Victor's father was up on the roof, looking at his son.
"My dear boy..." the Baron began, looking at a flock of Fletching fly by, "You have experienced something truly special. How do you feel?"
"I feel..." Victor began, and then paused. How did he feel? He felt cold, as usual, but he also felt something new, deep within him. It was odd, like it had always been there but he had never known, a new voice, almost telling him something. He spoke the words aloud:
"Conquer the Lightning"
"For a moment, his father stared, then smiled. He muttered, rather loudly it seemed, "At long last".
Neither of them noticed a white head duck down from the roof. The white figure was floating in midair, just below the roof, his purple tail keeping him held up.
In all his years, Mewtwo never thought he would hear those words again.
