Disclaimer: I am not the creator of Pokémon. Hence why this is fanfiction.


1 Aftermath

"Disturb not the harmony of fire, ice, and lightning. Lest these titans wreak destruction upon the world in which they clash."

Words of prophecy, some would say. Others would call it a legend. I used to be one of the latter. That is until the day I lived it.

For many years peace had lasted between the Titans humans knew as Articuno, Zapdos, and Moltres. They lived separate on islands named in their honor—Ice Island, Lightning Island, and Fire Island—and were even bestowed with shrines dedicated in their likeness. Also given to them were sacred treasures that were said to hold great powers.

In the end, the three Titans were content with the way things were . . .

However, everything changed one day when a human sought to collect the three Titans to satisfy his greed and lure the Beast of the Sea into his clutches. The world almost ended because of the selfish actions of a human, yet the selflessness of another saved it.

I used to believe the story of The Chosen One was mere legend, for why would I, the Titan of Ice, seek to destroy the very world in which I lived?

Long have my counterparts Zapdos and Moltres been the more volatile of us, yet the moment I sensed their capture something inside me snapped. I cannot say whether or not I would've continued on my rampage to freeze the entire world had I not been stopped. I hadn't cared for the lives of Pokémon or human that would suffer in my perpetual frozen world. Years of solitude upon the coldest, harshest ice mountains had chilled my heart to the rest of the world and they meant nothing to me.

Then I heard His song and the ice around my heart melted to that sorrowful, warm melody. My eyes had been opened for the first time in my life to the beautiful world around me. And to the many lives I shared it with.

The clash of the Titans was ended and harmony was restored. We returned to our islands and He returned to the bottom of the sea. None of us knew where the Chosen One went, but none of us doubt that, wherever he is, he is bringing about more changes to our world.

That should have been the end of the story; however, I could not find rest in my frozen sanctuary any longer. His song had changed me. The Chosen One had opened my eyes. I was no longer Articuno or the Titan of Ice . . . I didn't know who I was anymore.

Now that the prophecy had been fulfilled, now truly a legend, what was my purpose?

It took a long time to decide what I was going to do but in the end I left Ice Island.

Perhaps I'll find a new purpose out here in this beautiful world.