The darkening clouds simmered with a storm on the verge of eruption. The very air seemed to crackle with a vicious energy, and a sudden bolt of forked lightning illuminated a pile of rubble where St Peter's Cathedral had once stood, grand and imposing and a fixture of Pallet Town's skyline.
Sitting atop the heap, in a throne of speckled granite, was a man with eyes darker than the sky who admired a stone in his hands. It had once been the keystone above the vaulted front entryway of the cathedral, and he gently traced the letters that had been carved in its surface so many centuries ago. They no longer held any sway over him, no longer hummed with the energy of righteousness. Tonight, he had triumphed over their ancient sanctity.
Another flash of lightning fractured the inky swirling depths of the clouds, and two figures appeared, one on each side of him. To his left stood a young man, his head covered and face shadowed by a hood. To his right crouched a woman, perhaps slightly older than the young man, who raised her face and her arms to the heavens as her hair danced in the growing wind. She closed her eyes, relishing in the tumultuous atmosphere instead of scowling as she usually did when reminded of the stump of her left wrist.
Both of the older man's companions snapped their heads toward him as soon as he made to rise from his seat, the stone still in his hand, though neither had been watching him. They both stood straight as he began to address the silent crowd assembled at the foot of the rubble heap, and the woman's lips curled into a cat-like smile.
"As foretold by the prophecy..." the man with the stone said, his voice rising above the winds that did not so much as ruffle his silver hair. His gaze, cruel and black, swept over his captive audience. "...When the last stone crumbles, the Old World shall be no more."
Every eye was on him as he raised the stone toward the sky. His fingers curled slowly inward, relishing in every fracture and splinter that grew with the pressure until his fingertips touched his palm and the dust left behind blew away along the wind. A roaring cheer echoed from the crowd as another bolt of lightning flashed brilliantly and thunder rumbled deeply overhead.
"It has been centuries coming... The New Age is finally upon us."
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