Blackness. Darkness. Regardless of how you would prefer describing it, Valon was enveloped in it. There was no solids to lean or stand on, no liquid to float in. Simply a dank void, and he was trapped within it's endless clutch.

"Where... Am I?" The confused boy thought aloud. He swished his head around for an answer, but only the shadow awaited him. He crossed his arms with a increasing worried look to match. "Is... Anyone here at all?..."

As if summoned by his request, a sound broke into the void. Crying. It was a soft weeping noise, that had no source, but surrounded the human. It strongly emanated the emotion most related to such an act, and it was a profound sadness. Despite the vibe, his expression changed to surprise, once fathoming the noise.

He anxiously shouted back. "Hello? Who's there?"

"Monster!"

A completely different voice boomed forth, a incredibly familiar one, although Valon could not recall. He was more focused on the actual word spoken to him.

"Wha? M-monster? How am I a-"

"Agh, it's hideous!"

Another quaking voice, also familiar, but dissimilar from the first. And Valon could do nothing but panic at these seemingly ubsurd accusations.

"N-no! Wait! Look at me, I'm completely normal! I'm not a mon-"

"Go away! Scram, you ugly thing, you!"

"Abominations like you should just leave everyone alone!"

"Quick, get away before it attacks someone!"

Bombardments of these verbal shuns continued endlessly, raining into Valon's weakening eardrums. Tried as he might, he couldn't counter-argue the interruptions, and failed to block out the vile statements with his slightly trembling hands. Shaking his skull about in attempt to ward off the voices, he coincidentally glanced straight up above himself. His eyes widened with fear at what he saw.

An all too ominous-seeming object, a huge projectile, being dropped from a aircraft-like shape, and falling down to meet it's target: Him. He had entirely froze up, unable to flinch or scream, as he watched the object reached closer and closer. Until...

Valon's eyelids ruptured open, startled from the fright that he had the misfortune to experience. Accompanied by the erratic harsh breaths, his mind slowly recovered to a normal state. A little weary still, as awaking from a deep slumber would do to someone, he subconsciously began to push himself off to the side to get up for the day.

In a utter reverse of that expected result, he promptly fell, face first, into the rugged floor.

Now dealing with both drowsiness and pain from the rather hard impact, Valon could only groan at his displeasure. As he looked for a possible explanation as to why he dropped like a chopped-down tree, his sight caught something behind him, and words suddenly escaped out of his lips. "No... That's... I-impossi..."

Those wings... Those huge, diagonal-pointed wings, that daunted him from the believed nightmare, were still there. So was the fact of his missing legs, which was the likely cause for the fall. The tall, stretched neck that distanced himself from the rest of the torso, remained as well. His humanity, was no longer present, just as it vanished away within the 'dream.' This unknown, animalistic form, had replaced it entirely.

"So, you continue to believe this is a mere dream?"

Without warning, the omnipotent voice echoed throughout both Valon's room, and his mind. Despite the sheer command the sound withheld, as it bounced around Valon's eardrums, he only flinched slightly from surprise. For Valon unquestionably remembered that emotionless tone, and, once he situated himself to an upright position beside the bed, started scouting hastily over the room with his eyes, a furious fire shining inside them. "Where are you? Show yourself already!" He barked loudly.

"At last, you seem to finally understand the situation you are in." The voice softly spoke to him, ignoring Valon's demands.

"Of course, someone obviously spiked my drink yesterday, making me have these insane illusions of all this!" Valon retorted, somewhat nervously, a quick excuse for the recent turn of events.

"You know that you cannot deny yourself the truth, human."

After a tiny, defeated growl from Valon, a brief interlude of silence interjected between the two. Valon, however, swiftly broke said silence, and with detectable anger.

"Listen, you stupid horse," he growled with ferocity, "I don't care how you managed to do this. Just change me back, damn it!"

A small, depressive sigh could be heard all over the room, as the deity's mystical voice answered.

"Still with your incoherent insults, even when I showed you enough mercy to give you such a well-endowed body."

Valon's expression went to total shock, as if he had be slapped across the face by a complete stranger. If his frustration wasn't at a boiling point, then it soon would be. "Well-endowed!" He yelled in the air. "You call losing my thumbs 'well-endowed?' You, are a extremely sick individual."

"I suppose I should have expected this, it was far too early to assume you had been rehabilitated. I will check on you at a later time..."

That was not a liked statement for the the new dragon. He shook his arm upward with a clenched fist. "Oh no, you're going to fix this right now! You here me?"

He nearly screamed that last order, but there was no reply. Any more declarations, as of now, for his request, would be simply be unheard. And so, Valon was left alone in his room, still infuriated, and still a Latios.

"Kids, breakfast!..." On morning routine, the mother of the household beckoned her older children to leave their personal territory, and eat the first meal of the day that was waiting for them. Although no motion took place on Fran's door, the humiliated-feeling pokemon crawled outward on the floor, to answer the call. As he approached the dining table, which served not only delicious-looking pancakes for him, but a reminder of the last night's haunting events, he quietly watched his unknowing mom set his toddler sister Isabelle in her booster seat nearby. Her hair was a utter mess, and she still wore the tear-stained clothing from earlier, which was very obscure, considering his parent's normally perfect hygiene.

He soon broke the gaze, so he could carefully pull himself up onto the chair, but creating a bit of noise from the struggle, however. This alerted the mom to his presence, who then turned around to presumably greet her offspring. She had that sincere smile, that any good-natured mother would usually show. She was even already in mid-sentence as she revolved around. "Hi dear, hope you like the-..."

After realization of what she was talking to, she paused, and her smile evaporated.

"...The pancakes I made for you..." It was a less joyful tone. Sadness crept up on her eyes and mouth, as she curved her downward-slanted head away from her 'son.'

The depression spread over to Valon, feeling a shard of shame to accompany it. 'Mom... She's still crushed over what's happened...' A temporary grin came to be for Valon, when he noticed tiny Isabelle, adorably giggling at the awkward stature of his new being.

Needless to say, it was a long, silent breakfast, for both the mother and the son.

Wriggling back into his room, Valon drooped onto his bed, following the gloomy meal he went through. As he laid there, his mind was overran by a swarm of thoughts, of which he could not possibly begin to sort out. With a deep breath and a closing of the eyelids, he tried his best to quell the many questions whirling in his head. Sure enough, he cast aside those nuisances, so he could achieve some much needed tranquility.

In this peace, Valon lifted his eyes open, and found himself intently inspecting his foreign body. He had never taken the time to genuinely investigate himself, especially with any clarity. His sight darted back to the most peculiar parts, those being the large wings he was presently laying on. He could feel them rubbing onto the mattress edges, and the slight, uncomfortable pressure from the position he was in. These sensations, to Valon, were very new, yet also incredibly familiar, and this impelled him to carry on with this examination.

So preoccupied with himself, however, Valon did not notice the entity who suddenly walked into his chamber.

"Uh... Are you okay, Valon?"

Eyelids thrusting open and towards the direction of the doorway, Valon saw his elder sibling standing at the front of the bed, a image of confusion and concern on her face. "Oh! Um, yeah, Fran. I'm dandy... I guess," He explained, forgetting the fact that her understanding was nigh impossible.

"Yeah... I'm just going to assume that was a yes." The female replied, an eyebrow raised on the unintelligible statement. As she sat down onto the foot of the mattress to reach his vision level, Valon spotted several sheets of paper in her grasp, with long paragraphs and a couple picture on them. Said pictures, in actuality, displayed a creature, that was strikingly similar to his own being. To say he was intrigued, would be an understatement. Fran could see that for herself, as well.

"Well, I couldn't sleep," she initiated. "So, I decided to do some research on what might have caused you to change like this. Although all I found was bad fan fiction writing, I did discover what you are." Fran gave Valon a few pages for him to observe better, while she kept a specific, text-heavy one. She began to read off its contents to her literal beast of a brother.

"'Latios, the Eon Pokemon...'" Fran snickered a tad, once she read aloud that title. "Not that I don't care about your situation or anything, but of all things you could've morphed into, you turn into a kid's video game creature!" The snicker progressed to semi-loud laughing, and of which hammered on Valon's nerves.

"Knock it off, jerk-ass! I don't need your stupid remarks on top of all this!" He roared with his easily-provoked temper. It's apparent that, despite what has occurred, neither sibling has changed personality wise.

"Calm down, bro, I'm just poking fun at you," Fran 'apologized' to the ticked Dragon/Psychic type. "Besides, it doesn't seem all bad. While I was skimming through this article, I saw an interesting tidbit..." Her eyesight rescanned the sheet's surface. Confirming what she was looking for, she cleared her throat out, and recited the information. "It says here, 'This Pokémon can fly faster than a jet plane by folding its forelegs to minimize air resistance.'"

'...Fly...?' Valon thought to himself, as he glanced at his blue, angled wings once more. 'Does that mean these things... Aren't just for show?...'

Fran grinned as she repeated her chuckle, viewing the tiny twinkle inside Valon's ruby-tinted orbs of sight. "By that mystified look in your eyes, I know exactly what you're thinking." She propelled herself off the bed, and made a confident point of her arm to the hallway outside.

"Well then, let's see if we can get your lazy behind up for once, and teach you how to fly?"

"Alright, it's finished!" Jason exclaimed from his room, his glasses gleaming with excitement. He raised the product of his labor into the air, flipping it around as he admired his now finished project. He felt like as if he was King Arthur, succeeding his quest for the Holy Grail. "Valon is gonna be so jealous, when he sees how awesome my costume is!"

With a fast, yet gentle touch, he carefully placed his new outfit into his backpack. Slipping on the sack, he shouted out to the rest of his house. "Mom, I'm going to pick up Valon! Have the car ready for us when we come back, so you can drop us off at the party, okay?"

And with that, Jason cheerfully walked out of his room, eager to show off his prized possession to his friend.

A/N: I apologize for the long absence, as my computer broke down, and I wasn't able to write anything until recently. I also wish to thank you reviewers, as it tells me some people are liking this, at least. So, again, leave any reviews, especially ones that can help me improve on my writing, and I'll see you later.