Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or Digimon, but I do own the dragons, and that dark thing, as well as the human mentioned in this segment. I also own the Middle World.
A/N: Because I wrote this originally so long ago, I'm rewriting it and updating everything, making it one heck of a lot better than it originally was. Certain things have been changed, I'll probably upload something explaining the changes...Well, after not updating this thing for years, here is the rewritten prologue!

Message of Mewtwo
By Mewgia Mirrorcoat

Prologue

In the Middle World, seven creatures gracefully flew together through the sunlit sky. Each at peace with the others, they dove between each other's flight lines, creating patterns of color in the air. Without a care, they each watched the land below, focusing on different terrains and places dotted throughout the surface.

A small pink cat-like creature cried out playfully, whizzing by her moody counterpart, who rolled his eyes in reply. The creature gave an indignant mew, and unable to resist, her friend quickly flew after her. The two tussled in the air, giving psychic laughs and creating beams of pink and blue colored light, catching the attention of the elder pokémon who flew with them.

Soon, the Water guardian flew to the two, attempting to beat them at their own game. Her rival shook his golden head, as rays of sunlight reflected off his shining feathers. "Lugia was never a sensible one," he spoke to the blue icy bird next to him.

"At least Lugia knows how to have fun," she answered, her spark of sarcasm showing from beneath her icy exterior. "Sometimes, we all need to relax, Houou."

A crowing cackle came from behind the two birds. "Ha, you should be one to talk, Articuno!" a brash sharp-winged bird answered hotly, "Just look at Mew and Mewtwo!" He nodded towards the two cat creatures tumbling in the air, without a care as to their dignity. Lugia happily chased them, while Mew only giggled and continued to flee the two larger pokémon. "And of course, Moltres does nothing."

"I'm only keeping a lookout, Zapdos," the final bird defended, as he watched the ground below carefully. "Remember the prophecy. And Mewtwo's warning yesterday."

Zapdos nodded his head, understanding. Anything given as a warning by Mewtwo was automatically taken seriously. He had to give Moltres some credit for staying cautious.

The seven continued their flight above the Middle World, watching as both digimon and pokémon played together below them. The Middle World, aptly called because of being the middle segment between both the Digital world and the Pokémon world. The two were related, and in the bond between the two worlds, the third had come together. Of what the seven knew, peace reigned throughout the land, with different generations of pokémon Legendaries and strong digimon watching. Of course, with some of the recent problems in both the Pokéworld and the Digiworld, everyone had to keep on their toes a bit.

Without warning, Moltres suddenly let out a blast of flame aimed in front, veering closer to the group. Mew, Mewtwo, and Lugia stopped their play, wondering what could be the cause of Moltres' warning signal, and were quickly answered by a large, dark shape approaching them.

Together, the seven flew down and to the right, carefully watching the shape as it came closer, and began to relay several messages to Mewtwo and Mew to convey to their parents, an earlier generation that still kept the responsibility of watching the world. As a test, Lugia let out a beam of light towards the dark shape, to see the reaction.

The shape immediately broke apart, separating into a giant cloud, coming towards them. The seven pokémon glanced at each other – they remembered the warning vision Mewtwo had told them. One of capture, manipulation, and the hope of a prophecy.

Zapdos, forever rash and quick to anger, let a blast of lightning strike through the cloud. It thinned slightly, before recovering its original volume. It came closer now, and the group could see the cloud was not simply a cloud, but a huge flock of bats.

Mewtwo's already slanted eyes narrowed. He remembered his vision, and it returned clearer than before. Bats. Dragons. Darkness. Lightning.

The cloud of bats came first, finally surrounding the pokémon before they could break away. Articuno shot beams of ice, Zapdos crackled with extra electricity, Moltres became a flaming whirlwind of fire. Bats continued to smother the pokémon, cutting off sight, and space to move. It was then that a whip of red lightning flashed down, wrapping itself around Lugia's neck, pulling, then releasing as Lugia's form fell from the sky. Articuno attempted to break free of the bats to help her friend, but the bats only followed her, pulling her away and back into the cluster.

The dragons came next. Dusk dragons, insubstantial black beasts, yet deadly. They swooped easily between the bats, striking with rays of black lightning at the six remaining pokémon. Articuno, having been the first one to resist the bats earlier, found herself the first to fail at the claws of the dusk dragons. She gave a cry of regret and anger as she fell, unable to fight. Zapdos and Moltres gave looks of terror and shock as their closest comrade disappeared from the fight, while Houou let loose another rainbow beam, being the only one the dusk dragons could not attack.

Then came the Darkness. It enveloped the remaining five, with the bats and dusk dragons in all. Houou, the beacon of light in the darkness, found his strength being pulled away, as pain began to enter into his body. He gave a cry of rage, unable to admit defeat, as he continued to fight, even as the darkness forced him down. Mew, close to Houou, felt the effects of the darkness, and slowly, the negative power overwhelmed her sense of innocence. She fell from the sky as well, along with Houou.

Then came the sudden blasts of lightning. Weakened by the dusk dragons and the darkness, Moltres felt the blasts cut through his limbs, cutting off his senses and feelings. Despite his best efforts, the paralysis claimed his ability to fly and he slowly fell from the cluster of darkness, bats, and dusk dragons as well. Zapdos looked down in shock as the second of the trio of Legendary birds fell, to where the lightning came from. He could only find himself unable to move, as a dusk dragon raked him with its claws, and fired another beam of black lightning. As he fell, darkness overtaking him, a sense of rage built within him. A human?! How...

Mewtwo continued to fight, letting beams of pure psychic energy blast holes through the wall of bats, dragons, and darkness. But even he could see a losing battle. His vision had come true, despite everyone's best efforts. All he could do was warn the current Guardians of the world...

He sent images to them, where they rested throughout the land, from places like the forest, to the mountains, desert, lake, waterfall, and others. He remembered the prophecy, made years earlier by a wise Mewtwo, his own predecessor.

As he saw four figures approach, he sent forward a message, in the form of a dream. Within it lay the prophecy, and visions of the future.

Nothing could be decided yet. As Mewtwo felt his strength fail, he saw the four figures more closely. A vampire creature. A black dragon. A cloud of pure darkness. And a human. With desperation, he threw his mind into the message as the black of unconsciousness claimed him.

The message was all that could be done. The rest lay to souls sleeping in another world.

It would change lives, he thought.