Short minutes went by as Myuu flew shoreward through receding clouds. Randomly reflected sunlight illuminated the psychic, and moisture occasionally stuck to his body. It took not long at all for him to pass from the ocean and onto land. He did not put much weight into symbolism, but this act was at times an exception. As ever when doing so, he couldn't help but reminisce about the efforts involved in allowing his descendants to do the same. How long had it been since the first mortal forays onto living on land were made? Many continental configurations ago, certainly.

It had been an age before many of the kami even existed. Before the birds, before the Tapu, before dreams and nightmares. Even Celebi did not extend that far back. They were a (relatively) close group in those days. They swam and ran and flew and laughed and played – and worked. Each of them existed with a part to play in creation. It went without saying that the best one of them all went to him. He was Arceus's de-facto protégé, a generalist who could master whatever he put his mind to. His was the task of drawing forth from his infinitely faceted potential new and vibrant forms of life to populate the world, and he was beloved by his peers for it. All had watched his explosions of creativity, occasionally giving requests or suggestions or advice on mortal species, and it had been one of the roles of Zygarde, the newest addition to their ranks, to keep his outbursts semi-organized.

Kyogre's realm teamed with life. Niches were being filled at every depth. They were found in oceans and lakes and rivers. And yet still large portions of the world remained empty of Myuu's spawn. All (except Kyogre whenever it was awake) looked forward to the day when he would figure out how to spread his descendants into Groudon's domain. Groudon itself (whenever it was active) would go back and forth between refusing any more 'water filled abominations' in its territory and making frequent internal mental uproars asking whoever may be reading its thoughts whether Myuu had solved it yet.

Eventually, when new ideas for niches began to slow, Myuu had resolved to focus on that project. It had taken many mortal lifetimes, and support from his friends. The cerebral triplets, even as they were finally managing to handle the load from the ever increasing population, had diverted some of their attention to assisting his mind - giving mental nudges in the right direction or cheering him up when things failed or keeping him focused and reinvigorating his determination when he started burning out. Through twists and turns and false starts and dead ends, he ultimately found it.

Myuu had been so proud when he had first gotten it to work. It had opened up so many new diverse niches to fill, the possibilities had been endless. He had gained a renewed fervor. And ages later, when Celebi was (chronologically) young, he was even prouder when he found another, more generalized, solution to bring even more complicated species out of the water. Life had been so very wonderful then.

Unfilled niches had gotten so much rarer over time. The time when a thousand could be found and filled a year, let alone a century, had long since passed. Myuu doubted it would ever come again. It was so very rare now for him to have reason to alter life into new forms or create them ex nihilo. And now…

Perhaps, thought Myuu as he began drifting over grassland, this crossing over at the start of a new journey was a sign of changing times. Re-affirming his earlier decision, Myuu descended from the clouds to get a better look at his children. Seeing some of his descendants, a pod of oddish in this case, he decided he owed it to them to begin reaching out to each of them telepathically as he went by.

So on he traveled. He observed oddish and ekans. There were nidoran and farfetch'd too. Life in the open plains went here and there with its typical energy. Some slowed for a moment as they received a message in their head, but never for very long before continuing as before. The psychic too pressed forward, and he watched as grassland made way for multitudes of trees.

Over forested mountain range did Myuu fly. He passed pidgey and mankey and butterfree and more. Below, he saw a coal mine (Machoke and Diglett), and began to reminisce about what once was there. Typically, coal formed from trees buried during an era millions of years ago. And judging by the location, Myuu realized he remembered these trees in particular.

It was, as was typical, a quite nice day. Sunlight shined down through the ever more oxygenated atmosphere, keeping the surface comfortably warm. The arid landscape was a healthy brown, covered in an assortment of rocks and green shrubs. One might find that a pattern resembling this one repeated itself throughout very much of the surface of Groudon's domain. What made this place special at this moment, one might observe, was the presence among the browns and greens of a spot of very light pink.

Myuu lazed around on a rock. It was a comfy rock. Maybe he could make a comfy rock creature. That would be fun. Suddenly, he felt a twitch of displaced air. Teleportation. He perked up. It was Celebi.

"Hey, Myuu! I wanna show you something!"

"What is it? Is itttt something cool I can give sentience?"

"No. Come on, I'll show you."

Myuu scrunched his face in thought.

"Is it a cool rock?"

"Don't be silly. Rocks can't be cool."

Myuu glared.

"Oh look at me, I'm a rock! I last forever! But they're lying! Obviously they're just really hardy, not invulnerable. And they're not alive so that they can't heal themselves if they're damaged. So they only look like they're around forever if you watch them. If you skip ahead over and over again to keep seeing them at much later times, they clearly decay to nothing. Not like trees. Trees last a long time and then they die. Now come onnnnn."

Together they flew. Eventually they reached an empty patch of land with a massive pile of tree nuts. Celebi giggled.

"Look at me!"

Celebi picked the one on top, and then four of her appeared and picked up the next layer. Then nine. On and on they came until every nut was held by a Celebi. They moved around until they made a nearly square grid above the land. 40 by 31.

"Ready?" called one of those closest to the middle.

"READY" answered the uncountable (or at least too many for Myuu to bother) others.

As one, they dropped to the ground and began to dig holes with a minor use of Earth Power. As one they dropped their nuts. As one they filled the holes back up.

"Only one thing left to do, Myuu!" announced a Celebi.

"What's that?"

Together the time travelers began to sing, "Rain, rain, come out and play! Splashy splashy all the way!"

All gathered began to giggle.

"Okey-dokey," replied the kitten, as he raised his paws. This wasn't a job for Rain Dance (not to suggest that he couldn't of course – he could use almost any Move he wanted). What was needed here was a real rainstorm – and telekinetically creating one wasn't difficult with his phenomenal cosmic powers.

As rain began to fall, the Celebi began to disappear. Soon only one remained.

"…Sooooo, did it work?"

"Last I checked, it will be there. Unless we changed something. I'm gonna go check. See ya now!"

The grass type vanished for a second before reappearing.

"It worked!"

"can I see? I wanna see naow!"

"I'll give you something even better!"

After another flash and Celebi held out something leaflike. But it was smoother than a leaf, and grown weirdly shaped. A closer look revealed there was something on it. It looked like a flat Celebi, floating in front of equally tall trees. How?

"It's for you!"

"How did you get in there?"

"I didn't, silly! It's a future thing!"

"That's so cool! I can't wait for the future!"

"Yeah, its great! And I get to be there first! Haha haha ha."

The kitten glared once more at his friend, and began to drift towards her. Suddenly, he felt a tap on his tail.

"I got you first! You're it!"

With that, Myuu begin to chase after the nymph. Life is wonderful.

Many eras had passed since then. How long had it been since the 'photograph' Celebi gave him had deteriorated to the point of unrecognizability? Eighty million years? One Hundred? He never got around to asking for a replacement 'photo from the future' and now there wouldn't be another chance. In those days, events progressed slowly enough that Celebi could travel back and forth with things without changing anything. In recent times, small actions could cause the world to change over a single year. Celebi was typically "too busy to play" now, and too afraid of altering important events.

She had grown distant over the past hundred years or so. It was rare to interact for more than a few minutes. Myuu wasn't stupid, of course. Celebi was a time traveler with all the time in the world. She couldn't be "too busy". But he'd noticed his best friend's habit of shying away from others in the temporal vicinity of major catastrophes and other sad times and changes of vast significance– possibly so that she didn't have look others in the eye and pretend a tragedy would not soon occur, nor to face others who would be upset about what happened and that she knew and hadn't interfered. Perhaps this - everything surrounding Myuutsuu - the immortal reflected, was what Celebi had been avoiding this time. It fit, certainly – no matter how much more abrupt the nymph's aloofness had been. What happened on the island almost unquestionably marked the end of the paradigm. He wasn't sure where he fit in what would replace it. That would be something to talk about when he arrived. And so he continued on.

He drifted downward momentarily to get a better look at the life in the forest. Below he saw pidgey, venonat, and pinsir. There were kakuna, beedrill, and more. Only the drowzee and hypno, psychic species so recently descended from the old baku, responded to his message as he passed, looking up at the sky with concern. When they spotted him, he gave them a half-hearted smile and squeak, and then resumed his journey.

Soon Myuu passed over another dig site. The humans here (and assistant machoke and geodude) were not trying to discover resources, the psychic observed, but their own past. People were carrying artifacts and uncovering the remains of buildings. People lived here once, but no longer. Myuu knew that there were a number of reasons they could have vanished: changing climate, disease, human conflict, or maybe even a different sort of rampaging creature. Perhaps it was destroyed by an upset Kami. Many of them had done such things in the past. Even him.

The landscape was dotted with villages, clustered around a large city which was in turn overlooked by a massive stone tower. The humans here were proud of their civilization: their city's sciences made them the center of the region, and their artificial guardians worked to ensure none would threaten them. Even dusk here, they claimed, was the prettiest in all the land. Tonight it would not be so. Torrential rain fell upon it all. Thunderclaps echoed the occasional bolt of lightning. Small Magnitude quakes shook the land, waking light sleepers. Some may have wondered if they had angered the Forces of Nature (they couldn't have, would be the response: their offerings were plentiful and truthfully, none of them can be seen).

If any, be they human or magical creature, had looked skyward in the right direction, and had sharp enough vision, they may have noticed a small pink bubble just below the the center of the bubble, an angry psychic looked down at the settlements and cried. He had come as soon as he had been informed of what had happened here, and was hurt to discover it to be true. "Why!?"asked Myuu to no-one in particular. "Why would you do that? Why would you think that's okay!? How could you!? Why!?" The sympathetic quakes slowly increased in Magnitude as his anger did, while the rain intensified with his tears. Soil began to be heavily saturated with water. Birds fled their shaking nests. "Why!? You can't take that!"-Myuu sobbed – "How dare you!? That's mine! Why!?" Rain formed into pools. Small structures began to shake. Awake human minds could be sensed moving about. Whether the thieves could hear his telepathic screams, understand them, or were even responding to them, the psychic was too upset by now to consider. "Why!? Why did you take it from me!? That's mine! Without it I'm-"

Even mentally, the sentence went unfinished. What started as a sob morphed instead into a wordless scream. With that scream came a thin pillar of light centered on the city. The pillar rapidly widened to encompass it all and then exploded. The light vanished along with the quakes revealing the scale of the destruction. Many of the buildings in the surrounding villages were damaged beyond repair or simply collapsed. The city itself was destroyed entirely - only the nearby tower remained standing. Of the city's inhabitants, psychic awareness showed only a few survivors in the form of the blasphemous Ground/Ghost guardians.

A few minutes to register what he had wrought was all it took to bring Myuu down to a rock below, where he broke down crying entirely. Half an hour passed before the clouds dispersed. Once Calmer, the psychic took another look at the guardians. On second thought, he decides, the designs are quite admirable. The Ancestor gathers mounds of clay, turns his head back and forth, and then begins to assemble and mold and shape in ways both physical and arcane. At the end, a Spark is placed into its hollow core to bring it to life. Painted eyes glow and from within emerges the sound 'Golett?'. Myuu smiles. "Hi Golett! I'm Myuu!"

Yes, thought Myuu. What they took from me is mine again. Perhaps destroying them did turn everything right. The world is as it should be. Life is wonderful.

That human civilization had collapsed following the event, Myuu knew, as did their coastal rival (who had angered Meloetta) soon after. They wouldn't be rebuilt for many human lifetimes (vaguely, he remembered hearing rumors that the ones who had done so accomplished it with the assistance of a great dragon, but that was beside the point). It hadn't been the first time Myuu had brought such destruction to humans who had stolen from it, nor the last. Without wishing it[1] to, given what he had learned the past subjective day, he was struck by the possibility that nothing had been stolen and that it was he who had sinned. Down below, the psychic idly watched a moving truck come to a stop at the edge of the dig site. As a person emerged, Myuu found that he wasn't angry at humans this time. Just confused and tired and a little scared. With a sigh, the mythical being continued on his journey.