A/N: Hello again. I'm trying to loosen up a bit with my writing, coz I'm not enjoying it as I should be. So this is just something I typed on my phone while in a particularly tedious meeting. Enjoy...
Dialga stood on the very pinnacle of Temporal Tower, and sighed. Team Galactic would be here soon, and use the three red gems on him. Then the hero would come, and defeat the Galactic leader. Then he would challenge the Time Pokemon himself, and capture him with a Master Ball. Then the region would live happily as long as the hero wanted it.
That was how it always went, after all.
Uxie, Mesprit and Azelf would meet the same fate, and the hero would not stop until he filled the entire Pokedex.
That was how it always went, after all.
Then the hero would get bored, and delete everything. And so the cycle continued.
Dialga was tired. Tired of standing in the same place for the same event that always had the same outcome. Of course, he didn't want Team Galactic to win. He just wanted to live the rest of his life in peace. He was the guardian of time! He should be the one to decide when everything reset. Instead, he had to learn what happened in the story like it was all a script. Which, for the hero, it was.
The hero was superior. He had power. He could restart his adventure at a click of his fingers, while the legendary Dialga was destined to be only his pawn.
The wind changed direction. Dialga growled. Cyrus approached him, smirking with confidence. He would clearly enjoy what happened next. But then, he didn't know what followed.
No, Dialga thought. It won't be like it always is. Not this time. I've had enough. After all, he didn't have to be controlled to use his power...
The Dragon-type legendary sucked in air, preparing his roar. The hero was in for a shock.
A/N: This...this is so short...I've decided. I might actually continue this. This is supposed to be a one-shot, but...300 words?