Chapter 8
Grayos
My small, yet powerful wings carry me through the caves I've lived in my whole life. My feet hover above the ground and I move effortlessly into the winding network of caves. I've been dreading this meeting for a while. Yet, this matter must be discussed. We cannot afford to leave any aspect of the matter unattended.
I sigh as I round the corner that opens into a small cavern with three boulders, finely cut to make a chair-like structure, placed in a circle in the middle of the room. Two of them are occupied. The left one holds Kitiro, the powerful Pidgeot. The right one holds Leyorra, the cunning Aerodactyl. The middle chair remains empty. I cross the room and take my seat as the two other great leaders stare me down. I settle into the chair and wait. Kitiro speaks first.
"Grayos, thank you for coming at such a late hour of the night." He looks worried. I'm worried, too. Yet, I try not to let it show. "We must discuss the important matter at hand. Our Xatu resources have reported that the Wings of Legend will strike again tomorrow. Many of our troops are still recovering and the first evolution pokemon are still severely unmatched."
"I am aware of that, Kitiro. It seems that all we can do is to pray to Arceus that our mountain will survive another ambush. Yet, we must fight back." I look to the Pidgeot for a response.
"I agree, Grayos. No matter what happens, we must fight on." Leyorra speaks her words after Kitiro says this.
"But, we cannot go on like this forever. Eventually, they will strike and succeed at destroying Skyborne. Our home will fall to rubble!" She is about to continue, but I speak before she can say anymore.
"You think I have not noticed? Leyorra, if they wanted our home destroyed, it would have collapsed long ago. These are legendary pokemon, you know. They want to damage it, yes. However, they won't destroy it." I know why, but only I know. I want to keep it that way. They want us to send out more troops, so they can find those pokemon from years ago. I've managed to hide them, but their safety and our own tribe's safety won't be for much longer. When a meeting, much like this one, was called to send out the first evolution pokemon, I was outnumbered two to one.
"But, Grayos. Why do they even want to destroy us in the first place? Surely your wisdom must have a theory." Leyorra and Kitiro stare at me anxiously for an answer. I sigh. I can't tell them what I know. For the sake of everyone's lives, I cannot utter the truth.
"Perhaps they attack for conquest. We are known to be the overall rulers of the skies, that much is clear to all. We also have useful resources, strong warriors, and a potential military base for the Wings of Legend. Perhaps they are waiting for us to surrender our resources, our warriors, and our home." It's a stretch, but it might sound convincing enough. I've always been a horrid liar. I hope that the truth has not slip through me.
I seem to have been lucky. The two appear convinced. Kitiro speaks once again. "Yes. Well, if they wish to take our home, we'll just have to hit them first. At the next attack, when they leave, we'll send out a team of stealth raptors to follow the Wings of Legend back to their base. Then, they'll fly back to Skyborne, locate their position, and we send the entire army to take down the Wings of Legend. We'll let them keep their home, of course, but they will never dare attack us once they know just how powerful we are." I sigh again and shake my head.
"They already know our potential and they fight us knowing the full extent of it. There is more than what we've seen. More powerful legendary pokemon. I know it. We couldn't stand a chance." I lean back a bit, finishing. Leyorra speaks up.
"I have to agree with Grayos. There is a good chance that this is not all we've seen of them. We originally believed that Zapdos, Moltres, and Articuno was all there is. Yet, we've recently found out that Lugia and Ho-oh are within their army as well. I think the best decision would be to wait until we are sure that those five are all there is of the Wings of Legend." Kitiro looks deflated, but nods. I speak to close the meeting.
"Then we'll fight them at the noon of tomorrow and hope that our beliefs ring true. That there are only five members of the Wings of Legend." The two nod in agreement. I've won this time, Kitiro.
