It's lonely here, in the Reverse World. It's quiet, only broken with the sounds of my own voice. My wings, which I have no real reason to use as the gravity is very light and almost non-existent, are long tendrils folded against my back occasionally rippling from the wind.

The form I happen to be in is my Origin forme. No real legs, but a rather long body which glides around with ease. My eyes shifted from right to left, taking in the floating islands situated in the blue sky. My sharp hearing caught the sound of distant thunder, so I detoured towards a particularly large island with a house upon it. As I drifted closer I thought of the other world I stayed in. It's much smaller and darker there, while here things such as trees and grass are able to grow.

But it was there, in the Distortion World, where I met her.

I remember that day, two years ago according to Mugen, who appears here from time to time in the Reverse World studying about this place and myself (which I find slightly disturbing).

I was in the Distortion World at the time and I remember the anger that coursed through me when Dialga and Palkia appeared together at the Spear Pillar. I felt like appearing there and destroying whoever had initiated the whole thing.

I flew towards the surface of the Distortion World and activated a portal, which allowed me to briefly appear in the world above. I had no need to show my form, so I gathered shadows from my world and hid in them. I peered up the portal blinking at the sudden light which penetrated my senses. How long had it been sense I had seen the sun? But I did not ponder it for to long, for I saw a man standing right by the portal gazing at me with shock written all over his face. I pulled my body through, clamping my wings close to me so I could fit them through to the other side. I rose up, towering over him as I glanced around at the situation.

Dialga and Palkia were behind me, seeming shocked at my appearance. I had not seen any other legendary Pokémon for a long time either. But I did not greet them. My attention focused on the man in front of me, and I noted that there was three others standing there behind him some distance off. I turned my attention back to the blue haired man now standing a meter away from me. His face had composed into a blank expression. It was hard to dissect into. He spoke, almost to himself.

"Interesting. So there is a Pokémon that can only appear as a shadow."

I might have done something against this, to prove that he was wrong, that I could appear how I felt like it, if my head was not filled with my current thoughts.

I growled sharply, enjoying the expression of sudden shock on his face as I finally spread my stiff wings. I spread black ink-like darkness that dissolved as it hit the ground. Now, with my wings in this style, I felt like I was in my Altered forme. Which I was.

The other humans had jumped back as well, at least, the red-head and the pink-head did. The girl in the red overcoat with a white hat on her head and the white bag on her side raised her hand slightly towards her mouth with her black eyes widening. But that was all.

I was intrigued. I wanted to know her. Why did she act like that? Who was she??

But then Palkia had shivered, probably realising just then where I was leading up to, and Dialga had stepped back a little more, cringing away from me. They never did like me. I was banished by the Alpha Pokémon after all.

The man who had jumped back had regained his posture and his 'calm' mask once again, and he opened his mouth to speak.

"Regardless, the effort is rash and foolish. I have harnessed the powers of Dialga and Palkia…"

As he continued to talk about himself and how "powerful" he was, my anger, which previously, was a glowing ember, had flared and was quickly filling me, and I had an idea.

I would drag him down with me.

It was simple, effective and I liked it!

Not to the Reverse World though, but to the Distortion World, where I can manipulate whatever land there is at will. It would be a fitting punishment for the likes of him.

I used the power of darkness to change my wings into what resembled a pair of hands with three red claws. I was excited about my idea, and I found it hard not to smile in a gleeful yet dark way. I noticed that pearls of sweat had appeared on the three females.

Fear: what I was good at providing.

I leaned back preparing to spring. Once again the man seemed somewhat oblivious, and yet he had started to sweat as well…

I started to smile, my emotions peeking with glee as my claws enlarged, turning a slight yellowish white near the tip. I leapt forward, roaring with glee towards my foe.

"I, Cyrus, won't have anymore interferererererere…!"

I grabbed him, silencing his cry with my claws, and dragged him down with me back to the Distortion World.