Chapter 11
Dawn
Every pokemon that is perched on that mountain pushes off and charges towards the Wings of Legend, flying in the distance. I reluctantly follow. The wings on my head expand and I dart like a rocket, slicing the air. My eyes are trained on the black dots. Yet, unlike the other hard-core warrior dragons that I was put with, my eyes do not leer at them with loathing. They stare at them in fear. Pure, untainted fear.
Before we took off, I tried to hide. I used my old living quarters. Two pokemon spotted me. The first was a Swellow. He noticed a shadow in my hiding place. He knew I was there. I could tell that he knew. Yet, he kept flying on like I was never there. The other pokemon was Herona. Being the good mother that she is, she busted me and brought me to that Crobat that is apparently running the show in the organization of troops.
Our immense flock flies as one pack to meet the Wings of Legend in a mid-air battle. The legendary pokemon have gotten close enough to make out the details. I almost stop in my tracks. They look like the exact same pokemon I saw in my dreams. I even recall each one my name. The red bird that wields fire, Moltres. The yellow bird that controls thunder, Zapdos. The blue bird that masters ice, Articuno. There are more. The white one with blue scales, he controls water itself. I believe his name was Lugia. Then, the rainbow that dispenses massive amounts of fire, Ho-oh.
There is one more. One that Skyborne doesn't know about. He was in my dreams, too. His glowing yellow pupils are unmistakable. I can almost feel his white claws slashing at me. The green body against the blue sky make him stand out in his powerful serpent-like body. He is the leader of the pack. His name makes me shudder, but I can't help but repeat it in my head. My body trembles. Rayquaza.
Then I realize. If I can just keep my distance, I won't have to fight. I'll be able to come back alive. I slow my pace and allow everyone else to fly ahead of me. They shoot past and go to clash with the Wings of Legend. I still fly, but not fast enough to collide with them. Ahead of me, the attacks are shared between the two.
And they start falling.
Fear darts through every nerve of my body. I freeze in my tracks and watch in horror as every aspect of my nightmare rings true. Everyone, shot down by a Flamethrower and tumble down to the earth below in flames. Some are old. Most are young, possibly newcomers like me. Young lives. Ending much too soon. Tears start coming to my eyes. I look up. The closest one from the Wings of Legend is Moltres. Without thinking, I dart straight towards the flaming bird.
Moltres ejects fire from its mouth like a steady stream, coming out almost endlessly. I don't let that faze me. I fall upon him like a comet, my body twisting, water forms rings around my tail. I whip it at Moltres, colliding with his face. Water sprouts everywhere. The fire of his wings feels hot against my skin, but they die down a bit, the water dousing them. As Moltres grimaces, I take the chance to bounce off of him and to get within a good distance of the flaming monster.
I fly away, part two of my hit-and-run attempt. Out of curiosity, I risk a glance backwards. Recovering faster from my Aqua tail than I anticipated, he counters by releasing a fierce Flamethrower. The flames hurdle towards me at a blinding speed. Flying as fast as I can, I dart out of its deadly path. The Flamethrower barely blows by me. I seem to have missed it, but I yelp out in pain. The flames stop. I stop likewise to examine myself. The tip of my tail, barely touching the blue orbs, is charred, black, smoking, and screaming. Yet, the pain is bearable. I shake it off and, as Moltres is recovering after the Flamethrower, I charge in for another watery blow.
I feel the heat that emanates from his fiery wings, but it does not last very long. Something too fast to see snatches me from my set path. I cry out in surprise and my flexible spine jolts backwards. It hurts, the sudden jerk. Yet, it doesn't scare me as much. Not as much as the claws that are wrapped around my midsection. I'm taken back to last night. Bagon's claws. The fall. I scream.
Whoever is holding me slows down. The claws life me up to eye-level of the monster. I scream again as the yellow eyes glare back at me. Rayquaza gives off a deafening roar. My ears rings and I cringe. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Moltres react to the roar. The other Wings of Legend stop fighting to commit their attention to their leader. Rayquaza continues to stare at me. My voice is silenced from fear.
That's when I was knocked out of his claws. His grip releasing me, I fly away as fast as I can. I turn to the one that attacked the claws of Rayquaza. He flies a distance away from me. The Staravia glances to the side and winks at me. I smile back.