DISCLAIMER: I do not own Pokémon or any of its characters. I used art by Ken Sugimori to create the cover image.
Time never passes. Space is non-existent. All that exists in my realm…is me.
My realm consists of a few barren islands, vile stagnant ponds and an eerie blue haze. There is no sound, nothing to listen to. Not even a calming stream, or a gentle breeze. My world is naught but contorted reality. I lurk about the nothingness, slithering in between the dead trees and letting my ghostly tentacles brush across the water. Sometimes, I wish my life were more productive. There is no-one to converse with, no-one to battle. I reign over my realm, but have no-one to cast my authority upon. All I can do is gaze upon the old world, the world in which I used to be a part of.
I remember it as if it happened yesterday. I was extremely protective of myself and my territory; any Pokémon who dared challenge me soon found themselves sliced in two by my Dragon Claw, or paralysed with fear from my Shadow Force. Of course, such great strength only attracts more attention. Soon, many Trainers attempted to capture the almighty Giratina. But, legendary Pokémon were never meant to be confined to a tiny capsule. That included me. I severed heads, dismembered limbs, and gouged out the curious eyes of unfortunate, determined Trainers and their pathetic Pokémon partners. Some faced a gruesome death. Others felt as if they had no choice to succumb to the gargantuan strength of the Renegade Pokémon.
That was, until I was cruelly banished.
Now, I remain in my domain, lonely and bored. It is no fun, with no-one to kill. No-one to impale. No-one to tear apart. I peer over the other world, with a cunning grin on my face. I will become my Altered Forme once again. I will experience time and space. I will feel the spring breeze. Pokémon and their Trainers will face my draconic wrath.
I will return…