Unknown to the occupants of the temple, the Meteonite was giving more power than they imagined. Awakened from its long slumber, the stored energy of the awesome stone was released all at once. Invisible to almost all eyes, it unleashed a massive shockwave of pure power, reaching for miles. It forcefully dug into the surrounding soil, causing great crevices will with light to split the ground.
The few Team Rocket agents that happened to witness this shuffled uneasily, wondering what was going on, and if this was supposed to be happening in the first place. But at the same time, they stood in awe at the magnificent power. The Power to control the World.
Away from the excitement, a lone figure wandered calmly through the deserted land. The wind blew the loose sand around him and tugged at his brown cloak. His hood hugged tightly to his head and carefully hid his face, keeping his features shadowed.
Despite the fact he was far away, he felt the strong vibrations within the earth and the disruptions of energy in the air. Ah, so he was closer than he thought. A cruel smile crawled across his face. The fools.
He snapped his cloak, having it exposed his chest. He wore an all-gray suit, save for the unique symbol on his heart. The insignia of Team Plasma.
"Soon," the man purred, "the Power of Dragons will belong to us."
Even further away, within the crowded streets of Nimbasa City, a small unique group rested in a hotel. The same hotel that happened to be the same one Ash found himself in, little to their knowledge. But their thoughtful doze was broken as suddenly Reshiram leapt to her feet.
The group stopped what they were doing and snapped their heads up, startled. Without warning the Legendary lunged to the window, letting out an inhuman snarl. She almost rammed into the glass until she suddenly stopped, but her nose was only an inch from the barrier. Face twisted in a fearsome expression, she gave a wild glare to the world beyond, watching something no one else could see.
"Oh, my!" Cilan exclaimed, finally finding words after the half-a-second motion.
"What is it?" Iris cried, sensing the concern pouring from the Legendary. The dragon did not answer very clearly.
"Fools!" she roared. "They will destroy us all!"
It wasn't until evening when Reshiram had somewhat recovered from her outburst, but she now sat sulking in the corner of the room. Meanwhile in the center of the room were Iris, Cilan, and Looker with their guests Professor Juniper and David. After calling Agent Looker, the man advised the professor to join them, where she changed course to Nimbasa City. The detective informed her of their location, where she found the hotel quickly. She was now telling the group of her tale.
"I can't believe that!" Iris wailed. Someone really impersonated Rangers and tried to attack Unova's dearest Professor? Then a thought came to her. She quickly twisted to face Cilan who was deep in thought. "You don't think—"
"No doubt," Looker interrupted. "It's Team Rocket. They're in the Desert Resort."
"What could they be doing there?" Cilan asked.
"It seemed like they were looking for something," Professor Juniper observed.
"But what?"
"The Meteonite," a voice hissed.
All eyes fell on the Legendary-in-disguise who had finally joined the conversation, though she was still pouting and avoided their gazes. David was actually the one who decided to question her.
"The Meteonite?" he echoed.
"An abomination to this world."
Iris and Cilan exchanged glances, both extremely confused but sensing her tone.
"I'm not liking where this is going," Cilan commented.
"Um, ma'am," Professor Juniper acknowledged, though she had no idea who this person was. Only Iris and Cilan knew her real identity. "Do you mind telling us what you mean?"
With a sigh, Reshiram reluctantly left her post and trudged over to the group. Her eyes were stone, but she attempted to explain, fighting the rage in her voice.
"Long ago, a Great Stone fell from the Heavens," she began. "As it tore through Unova's skies, pieces of it fell to the Earth. While the body the Rock finally came to the borders of Unova, a great piece from its heart fell into the center of Unova. The heart of the land's civilization.
"When it first came, many were ignorant of it, even choosing for it to be forgotten. But there is always one that observes closer than the rest. And this one was the wrong one. An ancient Brotherhood was the first to discover it. But instead of using its magic to bring peace, they wished to use it for evil purposes to accomplish their dreams of power."
Agent Looker cocked an eyebrow, using his imagination to understand. "An ancient Team Rocket?" he inquired.
"If you wish. But they were far crueler. They had no respect for living creatures, not even their comrades, and especially their own Pokémon. They stole the Heart and took it to their temple. After unlocking its powers, their hunger reached its peak, and they declared for war. They tore the Stone apart, but for sinister purposes.
"Every member and Pokémon was given a single fragment, but each as powerful as the Heart. The entire Brotherhood owned the powers of the Heavens in their hands. They became immortal. They attacked, destroying the land as if it was nothing. Villages were burned. Cities were overrun. Many fought bravely, but failed. Soon, they came to the Capital. They were to level it and become the kingdom's new rulers.
"But monarchy and people of the Capital refused to submit. Gathering power and forces from all over the land—all over the world—they formed together one last stand against the Brotherhood. And on a moonless night, they met for battle."
Suddenly Reshiram faltered, closing her eyes. The entire room immediately knew what this meant. Even though, the Legendary pulled herself together and went on.
"Battle of the Meteonite it was called," she informed. "The darkest battle in the history of the world. Many from the other side of the region claimed they could hear the sounds of war from their homes, even in their sleep. Rivers of blood flowed across the land, along with endless destruction and sorrow. But that was nothing."
No one liked this. No one wanted to know. But even though, Iris went on in a meek voice, "Then what happened?"
Reshiram's intense blue gaze glared at her. Then she said in a strained voice, "There is a reason the Battle of the Meteonite was the darkest of all. There were no survivors."
The room froze. No one breathed, like the air had been sucked out of the room.
It took a long time for Reshiram's words to sink in. And even then, the group still questioned her accuracy. Two entire armies? Hundreds—thousands—of souls, slaughtered in one battle? T-there had to be a mistake! Iris used her thoughts to continue the conversation in private.
"How do you now all of this?" she asked the Legendary.
"Because I was there," Reshiram replied, trying to contain her stress.
"But you said—!"
The dragon shot the girl her intense glare before she could finish the thought. Suddenly the air in Iris's lungs was sucked out as a vision flashed before her eyes. She saw an image of the Legendary dragon in her true form, but mighty flames were surrounding her and she was screaming in anguish. The vision twisted and suddenly in Reshiram's place was the Light Stone. With a flash, the image disappeared and Iris was blinking in the hotel room, trying to read what she just saw. She realized the same moment her breath returned.
"Not only did I lose my physical form, I lost everything," Reshiram went on. She suddenly shuddered. "Everything. I might have well as moved on."
That was when it came to Iris. "Reshiram, the Battle of the Meteonite, was that when—when you're previous hero—"
The dragon quickly answered her, even interrupting her awkward question, but Iris had never heard such a solemn and sorrowful voice. "Yes."
The girl said (or thought) nothing else, chilled to the core. But she was saved from having to think about it much as suddenly Agent Looker spoke up.
"One thing is for sure," he began, "we cannot allow Team Rocket to have the Meteonite. Who knows what they could do with it, intentional or accidental. If we are going to do anything, is that we're going to stop their operation and get the Meteonite back."
"How do we do that?" Cilan asked.
Suddenly Agent Looker's lips curled into a smile. He reached into his inner coat pocket and pulled out a white, fancy envelope. He tossed the piece of paper and it landed on the coffee table with a slap.
"I said I could pull strings, didn't I?"