Prologue
A white beast gazed across the landscape. Nothing could possibly match it in beauty; one could only look upon it in mesmerised awe. Fire blazed from its ankles and a sun-bright ribbon of flame shot down its back to the very tip of its tail. A long snow-white horn struck the skyline with precision.
It suddenly reared up to its hind legs, flailing its diamond-hard hooves, and let out a terrible scream that shook the heavens. For although the surfaces of its eyes were crowded with pride and power, underneath was a whole world of fear. Fear of the Luxray and his all-seeing eyes. Fear of the Mightyena and his sorrowful howl. Fear of the Absol and his calamity-bringing horn. It wasn't the hunter. It was the hunted. Arceus had gifted it the power of speed; nothing could outrun it; nothing could catch it. But it was tired of running. It wanted to stop and rest and find peace and serenity.
It knew it was almost there, a place where safety dwelt. It poured the ground as it touched down and snorted, before kicking its feet and fleeing into the morning sun again. Silence returned to the plains. Just as all became peaceful, out of the darkness-ridden lands from which it came, one thousand candles of radiant light came charging; hope from the dark. The very earth on which the Rapidash ran trembled beneath them, as they fled the shadows and the predators.