Just a quick oneshot I wrote in school, because I got bored in chemistry :P
I'm flying.
All my life, I've been dying to get in the air, soar with the avians, be one with the wind.
Literally.
I've jumped off cliffs more than a few (dozen) times in another ill-conceived attempt to get airborne for more than a second or two.
Trust me, freefalling does not feel the same as flying.
But now, now I am flying.
I crane my neck, look at my gleaming red wings. Humans could use them to open a can of soup, they're so sharp. So magnificent. So... me.
I look down below, the creatures all looking like little Spinaraks below, crawling around, doing their little grounded deeds.
Meanwhile, I'm free as, well, a bird. The current is my best friend, my wings are my partners, and nothing is bringing me down to terra firma but myself.
I remember the countless days I spent just lying in the grass, watching the Fearows and Pidgeys fly over me, as if mocking me. I could've sworn I saw Ho-oh once, and possibly a Latias. And every time I saw something, Pidgey or Ho-oh, I was so filled with envy I'm surprised I'm not green to this day.
I was as stuck to the ground as a Geodude... other than my mind, that is. My imagination was soaring higher than all of them, like Icarus, but without getting my wings burned and falling to my demise.
But I'm flying now.
It all feels so foreign to me... but so natural, as if I've been flying all along.
I'm invincible, safe from any human's Pokeball, safe from any stronger pokemon willing to bully me for kicks. Heck, I'll just swoop down and scorch them now, the demons.
Because I'm the one in the air, and they're the ones clinging to the ground like their lives depend on it.
I was destined to rule the skies.
I was born to rule the skies.
I AM the sky.