I watched as my friend and starter, Greninja, fell to the floor, unconscious. The last line of defense had fallen. Looking at my opponent, I saw that Yveltal was just as strong as it had been from the start. Or had it perhaps grown stronger? I did not know. Nor did I care. It was over. I had lost. I was at the mercy of the Destruction Pokémon.
I had entered Team Flare's base in order to stop the activation of the Ancient Weapon, and free the Legendary Pokémon they used to power it. But it wasn't that easy. The battles that had occurred on my way to it had most likely waken it from it's slumber. Yveltal was angry. At me? At it's captors? Did it think I was one of them? It did not matter. I summoned my team in an attempt to defend myself. At the time, I had pondered upon what I was supposed to do. What I COULD do. Fight. Then what? Defeat it? According to the Pokédex, Yveltals' death would result in it draining the lifeforce of everything nearby, so that's was not an option. Capture it? It was too strong, and I had not prepared any pokéballs anyway. I thought it unneccesary when I was going to enter Team Flare's base.
Now, I stood there, waiting. For what? I did not know yet. Was Yveltal going to leave me alone, now that I posed no threat? Or was it going to "punish" me, for raising arms against it? The wait, consisting of mere seconds, felt like hours. But then, it happened. Yveltal began charging it's signature move, Oblivion Wing, aiming it at me. This was it, then.
I had come to Kalos with the intention of becoming the Champion, or perhaps a member of the Elite Four. Now, I would never get that chance. This, this was the end for me. I unclipped the belt containing my team, and threw it away. Hopefully, Yveltal intends to kill me, and me alone. In it's eyes, the pokémon I used was 'enslaved' or something like that. Not that I would ever hurt a pokémon, but it's not like Yveltal could know that.
Yveltal fired it's attack, and it felt like time slowed down. I could see my life passing by me, like a boring film no one would bother to watch. But to me, it was my everything. I did not want to die, but it was not my decision to make. It was Yveltal's. And it had chosen death for me. I closed my eyes, praying to Arceus, or anyone for that matter, that my death would sate Yveltal's bloodlust.
Then, I was no more...
