Note: This is NOT an exact retelling of Pokemon 2000 the events will be drastically altered, otherwise, there'd be no point in reading it, right? And Brock will be featured in this, not Tracy, as I personally can't stand Tracy.

"Now approaching Shamouti Island," came a computerized voice from the monitors aboard a large aircraft slowly propelling itself through the clouds.

The man at the controls chuckled. "It won't be long now."

The vehicle itself was a colossal circular craft, built of high grade steel and large enough to stretch across a small city. Its sheer size and perfection was so magnificent that modern architects would marvel over the very realization of its existence. Thus, it usually remained elevated at great heights, to remain out of eyesight of suspecting civilians. But not today, as the devious Pokemon hunter Lawrence III was preparing to carry out the initial phase of his sinister grand scheme. A tall, curly haired blond man with handsome features, Lawrence III came off as a most charming man to the eye, veiling his blackened heart of greed and sadism that tainted his bloodstream, leaving him devoid of any form of decency. As pilot of the ship, he sat at the control booth, watching the ship's steady descent on the gigantic island far below.

"We will be upon Shamouti Island in five minutes," came the computerized voice a second time. "Preparing to attack."

Lawrence III smiled. "Good," he muttered to himself, feasting his eyes upon the centerpiece of the Orange Islands. Its center was largely made up of a gigantic volcano, with jungles surrounding the perimeter. On the brink of the southern part of the island however, was the only established civilization on the island: Shamouti City, a large town that served as home to several thousand people and also as a top tourist attraction within the islands. Some came for the lush rainforests, others for the tropical weather, and the additional bountiful attractions that were such a point of interest to the rest of the world. But the key point of Shamouti, the cream de la crème, was the ancient legend that shrouded the area in mystery and drew thousands of visitors flocking to the annual festival, eagerly attempting to test themselves as the "Chosen One" that the legend foretold would tame the beast of the sea. Lawrence III was only too familiar with the legendary tale, having grown up as child on the island.

Off to the south of Shamouti, perched three significantly smaller islands, each said to be home to one of the three legendary bird Pokemon: Moltres the bird of fire, Zapdos the bird of lightning, and Articuno the bird of ice. According to legend, they had been slumbering deep within the islands ever since Ho-Oh banished them there. Though they were each priceless Pokemon in the eyes of any other man, they were mere trifles to Lawrence III. They were not what he was truly after.

The ship was now hovering just a few thousand feet above Shamouti city, positioning itself to block out the sun from the view of the unsuspecting victims. Its foreboding shadow cast down upon the civilians in the streets, who had by now noticed the enormous aircraft and were now looking to the sky in terror as if hell itself were bearing down on them.

"Perfect position to take my shot," Lawrence chuckled. "It's almost too easy." And he directed his missiles at the city, releasing a tirade of destruction from the mouths of his weapons.

The missiles crashed into the streets, demolishing cars and obliterating houses. People ran across the streets screaming in sheer terror as bodies exploded around them, warm blood splattering their timid skin and staining their clothes. Dead, mangled corpses flew through the smoke contaminated air and flocks of Pidgey and Spearow took flight, making frantic attempts to scurry to safety. Lawrence III laughed in delight as he watched the gory onslaught and crumbling buildings, the city's brutal demise feeding his soul with sick pleasure.

"Ok, enough of this," he chuckled. "I've had my fun." And he altered his cannons to his true target, the very reason he had ventured to his old homeland: the Guardian's Shrine, located at the tip of the cliff pointing outwards from the mountain, towards the sea. It was this shrine where the three treasures were placed, as they supposedly harnessed the balance of nature. A gleam of lust shot through Lawrence III's eyes and he fixed his gaze on the shrine, only hoping that its destruction would indeed lead to the unfolding of the legend and thus, his true target: Lugia, the Beast of the Sea.

Lawrence III gazed intently upon the shrine for another few seconds. Then, "Fire!"

Sorry for the recent lack of updates, I've just been really busy and it's been hard finding time to get writing done, as I'm usually really tired and only want to relax. I have become a lazy fuckup hahaha. Anyways, I thank everyone for continuing to read and hope you will keep on doing so. Hope you enjoy!