Chapter 4: Rayquaza
Note: I was going to do Suicune. You know what? Scratch that. Suicune, I love you, but I'm not really keen to write you. I want to write someone in Gen 4 and it doesn't seem right to skip like that. Also, Suicune will have 2 chapters. So, look forward to it. Ok, Rayquaza. It was either him or Jirachi, and I decided on him instead. Don't worry, I will write Jirachi eventually. It's one of my friend's favorite pokemon (though she's not very interested) and I will write it for her. This is going to be a long authors' note so if you want to read the actual story skip this. Also…I rewatched two of Chuggaaconroy's episodes to write this. I know it says "awakened" when you meet Ray, but I have no idea WHY Ray would be asleep when Grou and Ky are battling it out. o.O Anyway, I'm basing Ray's capture off Chugga's attempt to catch Ray. I'm a big Chugga fan. :D Also I know he killed Ray but I don't care.
Aimlessly, Rayquaza traversed the ozone layer. All it saw were the same colors, repeating in an endless cycle that would last as long as it lived. It had been days, years, decades, centuries since it had started flying endlessly in this dull place. Why? Rayquaza had nothing better do do. In actual fact, it did not know what else to do. Groudon and Kyogre still slumbered in their deep chambers, so there was no need for it to decend to the ground. It had never quite considered the prospect of returning to the ground for any sort of recreational activity-at any rate decending would only get it captured.
Hundreds of millions of years. Years spent doing nothing, seeing the same thing and achieving nothing. A pointless existence. Humans would find it a dreadful waste of time, but Rayquaza did not quite understand the concept of it. Blessed…or should I say cursed with the golden gift of immortality, time meant nothing to it. Locked in a circle of virtually no end, it would just continue doing what it had done…forever.
Forever? Not quite. For Kyogre and Groudon had awakened from their slumber, and, hatred not lost despite the many years that had passed, battled furiously, uncaring about anything besides each other. Rayquaza, sensing this, dove from it's place high above the clouds to the great Sky Pillar, the highest place in all of Hoenn.
Before it could pinpoint the location of the battle, a young boy, eyes shining with determination, stepped before it. He seemed to wish for Rayquaza to stop the fighting. That look in the boy's eyes struck something in it's mind. It just could not shake the image from it. Needless to say, there were more pressing situations at hand.
Straightening it's long, serpentine body, Rayquaza flew into the storm. Flashes of lightning momentarily illuminated it's shiny emerald scales as it dived, seeing the two feuding pokemon. Eyes narrowed in bloodlust, heedless of the frightened, pale faces of the humans, they clashed, both intent on killing the other. Placing itself between the two, Rayquaza coiled up in mid-air and let out a mighty roar that made the two flinch. Seeing their trio master hover before them, the two pokemon, knowing its authority, backed away, leaving to make themselves home elsewhere. Its work done, Rayquaza lingered a little longer to glimpse how much the world of pokemon…and humans had changed since it was last there.
Different…it was so different. Almost instantly, Rayquaza felt things that it had never felt before-loss and curiosity. How much had it missed while in the ozone layer? How far had humans and pokemon come since it was last here? It wanted…no, needed to know more. Seeing the humans staring shamelessly at it, Rayquaza felt alien and wished to return to the comfort of his home. Looking into the eyes of the boy, who was standing in front of a red…object for one last time, it sped back into the ozone layer.
Peace of mind was denied Rayquaza. It longed…ached for knowledge-that of the new world humans had built. It began to look down into the world, and saw many marvelous things, things it never thought would be achievable by humans, who possessed no claws, teeth or wings. Pokemon, with those assets used to be superior-but humans, depending only on their strength of mind, now dominated them. Eventually, Rayquaza returned to the Sky Pillar, wishing to rediscover what it had lost.
Footsteps steady and strong, the same boy presented himself before the legendary pokemon. This time, however, was different. The boy drew a poke ball from his bag and sent out a Slaking. Rayquaza's heart skipped a beat. This boy meant to battle it. Soon, it was attacked with an Ultra ball. Quickly, it broke free and used Extremespeed to make the pokemon faint. This continued with Rayquaza taking out the boy's pokemon one by one until he was down to his Blaziken. The boy did revive his pokemon and the whole thing started again. Why? Why did this boy, so determined to help stop the fighting, initiate a battle with it?
Perhaps humans were selfish. The boy had only went to him so that his friends, humans like him, would be saved. He wanted to use Rayquaza as a tool, a pawn to help him in his journey, not caring about what it may feel about it. He did notcare for pokemon. He never did…and never would, would he?
An Ultra Ball became the legendary's prison. As it shook, the boy yelled," Uno, dos, tres, YEEAAAHH! It was in good health and in an ULTRA BALL! Apparently using mexican while using Kappa works," (Yay for Mexican Kappa) when it was captured. Inside the ball, Rayquaza's heart broke. How could he take pleasure in someone's loss of freedom? Even gloating about the way in which it had snatched its freedom from it? Humans…had sunk so low. Now the boy was talking about how he had caught the regi trio and reading off an object that had information about Rayquaza. Then, it was sent to a box.
Emptiness. Sadness. Misery. Rayquaza would have been happier aimlessly roaming the ozone layer like it had before. Nothing was worse than an eternal prison. Nothing.