The Tale of the Ruler of Space

A/N: Round 2 – Palkia

Disclaimer: Pokemon does not belong to me. The idea of Palkia being behind the Bermuda Triangle belongs to cloudykitty.

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One of the first reasons I love my power of controlling the dimensions is because I enjoy my privacy. I adore my personal space. I mean, haven't you ever had one of those times where you just need some quiet time to think about things, to be by yourself? I feel that way a lot, especially with that Dialga as my brother…

Anyhow, all my privacy needs where answered when I discovered this other world in a different dimension. Only humans and these strange Pokemon-like creatures that I heard someone call 'animals' inhabited it, which meant no other legendaries to annoy me! It seemed perfect. I chose my own little cluster of islands and sea as my own little hideout. Everything was perfect. The only unwanted 'visitors' that happened to stumble upon my lair while I was there were tiny humans in small wooden boats. It was hilarious to watch them flee in terror when my slender neck rose out of the sea and I glared at them. They would scream, "SEA SERPENT! THEY'RE REAL!" or something along the lines of that, then row for their lives.

Yes, for the first millennium or so, life was good. Btu human technology in that dimension started to develop. Humans invented motors, steamboats and airplanes (At least, that's what Mew tells me they're called). More humans ventured into my personal hideout. I couldn't be bothered to scare them all off, thus I opted to simply transport them through space to another location like the bottom of the sea, or a deserted island. Especially after that particularly hostile military airplane fired missals at me… Not to mention they called me 'some ugly mutated fish-bird monster'. To say the least, I was hurt, shocked and appalled. I'm not that ugly, am I? They ended up somewhere in outer space as space trash. Honestly, you can hardly blame me for doing that; a girl's got to have some standards, and those outrageous humans definitely crossed the line with that insult! I found out later from Mew, once again my source in things human, that the incident had been dubbed 'Flight 19' by the humans.

I just stopped liking to scare the humans. After all, it wasn't any fun any more. They would just call me names, scream, and fire missals in attempt to hurt me. Those tiny explosives felt like raindrops through my armor. It started to get boring, and… It hurt. I don't know why those puny creatures' insults and screams of terror of 'monster' and things of the sort got to me. Perhaps I was getting soft? But every time I considered that, I immediately dismissed such thoughts and thought of something else, like where I would transport the next batch of intruders.

Sometimes I was merciful and transported them back to some human country, or even the Pokemon world as Pokemon. That would probably explain all the Pokemon claiming to be humans washing up on shores near places like Sharpedo's Bluff and forming rescue teams…

I must confess, sometimes I get sloppy when it comes to where I transport the trespassers into my territory. One time, I received a complaint from Zapdos that I had accidentally transported a human airplane containing someone who called herself 'Amelia Earhart'. When I apologized for my clumsiness, I couldn't help asking the yellow bird-like legendary what had happened to the female human in the plane. I couldn't help cringing when I heard the carnivorous bird describe the taste of salted human.

I have met many trespassers into my territory, and I have gotten rid of them all. Where is this 'secret hideout' of mine? One might ask. Well, Mew has recently informed me that place has come to be known to humans as 'The Bermuda Triangle', which is actually quite a silly name, since I intended my personal hideout to be in a circular shape, but sometimes I just can't be bothered to check some parts, since I know probably no-one will be there.

You might call me a bloodthirsty murderess, or a cruel, serpentine monster, but I have grown immune to such threats now, after years of hearing humans scream them. After all, can you blame a bear for defending its territory when a hunter trespasses on it? If those humans where to capture me, I'd become an exhibition, a domesticated pet, a freak, so can you really blame me for getting rid of intruders into my lair?

What can I say? I love my privacy.

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