The first clear memory Magearna had was of its creator, though at the time it had no name. The wide, toothy smile, the tears it would later understand as 'joyful'. There had been something before, vague sensations it could not understand however many algorithms were run.
Despite this, it was not its creator that would be with it. Magearna was given color, and presented to Princess. Princess was its only constant companion, and for that the pokemon was grateful. It did not understand its making, or why it was so different from other pokemon, but it did know that it was Princess who had asked for it and given it the name 'Magearna'. They played, and Princess taught Magearna about everything. About 'adults' and 'court', 'status', 'dresses'. Dresses were Magearna's favorite, because they were Princess's favorite. She always said Magearna looked like it had a pretty red dress. It was happy, being Princess's friend. That was all it needed.
But one day, the king came and took Magearna away. It could hear Princess begging him not to, and the pure terror in her voice shook it. It did not want its friend to be so upset. Alas, there was nothing the pokemon could do, and once again it met its creator.
Magearna's creator was not joyful this time. They were sorrowful, resigned. Often apologized again and again, but did not say what for. Its creator was working on something, that much it could tell. Every so often it recognized a part that looked like one in its own body.
The last clear memory Magearna had was of its creator, though this time weeping, as they said 'I cry for you, sweet Magearna, as you cannot shed tears yourself.' How confusing. For what would necessitate tears of such sorrow? But it could not have asked even if it wanted to.
What came next was void, that surrounded it and held it. Let nothing in, nothing out. A thought would surface on occasion, of Princess, the king, its creator. None lasted. Eventually, Magearna felt the void lifting. A warm, gentle presence filled its place, reached out to the pokemon, called to it. Asked it what it wanted, needed. It was not sure what answer it gave, but the presence was assuring. It settled its Soul like nothing before.
Magearna opened its eyes once again, met by a beaming face. It was confused. This was not its creator, or Princess. But, the girl was a beacon of comfort. The warm presence, it realized.
3,000 years had passed since Magearna had been last awake, the girl explained. Then, she did something it could not have expected.
'What would you like to do, Magearna?'