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Breaking the sky

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The wind feels like rippling waves, the uneven sheets of wind biting at every scale, crevice, and wing on Rayquaza’s body. Each movement it makes is another ripple of wind. The dragon spins in midair, relishing the feeling. It begins to accelerate, taking in the vastness of its domain, making certain that every cloud is in its proper place far below the legendary dragon. It breaks the sound barrier with ease, but uses its Air Lock to remove pressure before it builds up, so as not to disturb the Pokémon on the ground. Flying through a rapidly expanding and contracting vacuum, Rayquaza possessively scans the vast skies, and spies a tiny meteor approaching the planet. Snatching it up as a quick snack, it returns to the endless patrol.

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Surrounded by mirrors, a strange, twisted, and desolate world, Giratina slithers silently through a forest. Its leaves are larger and broader than the tree trunks, massive piles of cellulose that weigh on wispy, delicate branches that reach from whatever patch of floating rocks and dirt is closest. Giratina dips under one, and just barely notices a drop of condensation gliding down a vein. Giratina concentrates for a fraction of an instant, and that patch of its world distorts. The leaf curves, rotating in on itself so the drop never ceases its descent. The drop itself stretches across the whole surface, forming a clear, perfect mirror.

 

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Rayquaza spots a Drifblim floating up near the top of the stratosphere. Narrowing its eyes, the dragon tries to think critically, but the mental image of smacking the purple balloon back down with a massive punch is just too satisfying. It spins in a circle in anticipation, and then just keeps spinning. The deity decides that it’s much easier to simply make a slight breeze, sending the Drifblim on its way, than to go to all the effort of striking it back down. Rayquaza clicks its teeth together, then dives to take a calming swim in a cloud. A continent away, a scale-shaped cloud floats peacefully. It won’t remain peaceful for long.

 

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Through the impromptu mirror, Giratina gazes to the old world. Another droplet, caught in Rayquaza’s Airlock, serves as a mach-speed window. The wind rushes by, Rayquaza’s fins spinning, body twisting, pulling clouds around itself. The droplet falls out, giving a view of the vast, blue sky instead, and Giratina shatters the grove to find another near Rayquaza. Each huge, spongy leaf is wrung for its moisture, and those drops separated into billions of tiny, airborne mirrors. The twisted, green and brown strands that used to be a forest drift away as Giratina meticulously scans for another glimpse at that green blur.

 

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Leaving the cloud, Rayquaza spins about, clearing away the condensation and rocketing up towards its domain. The sky is clear, and space approaching, but the sky high dragon notices a tiny, single drop of water that has come along for the ride. Not an unusual event, as ludicrous momentum, combined with a forced vacuum creates odd, random results, but the green legendary likes to acknowledge them all the same. As it turns its great head for a tiny glance, the drop seems to accelerate in complexity and depth.

 

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A yellow eye stares through to Giratina’s red eye. The latter stares with grave intensity, trying to memorize each detail of this marvelous creature before it.

 

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Rayquaza recoils, nearly twisting into a disc shape, but the curious snake on the other side is too tempting to not investigate. They both stare, motionless, until gravity takes the moment from them. The single droplet loses its momentum, and spirals down, splitting the mirror and severing their brief tie. The green monster freezes, and the drop falls away. Rayquaza dives after it, leering at what it thought was a normal droplet, diving to the left and the right to get a different angle. It looks totally normal, it looks full of water, but normal is not what Rayquaza wants. Even with the sea below rapidly approaching, Rayquaza can’t help itself. A massive crash, and the drop is lost. The similarly massive dragon lashes out at the water, thrashing and spinning, smashing and crushing. Water boils, and a small water tornado forms before its rage is quelled.

 

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The green dragon’s thrashing means that no single droplet could be still enough to maintain a mirror. Giratina drifts away, the billions of watery mirrors it controlled returning to a relatively natural state. Palkia and Dialga would have already noticed this interaction, and carefully monitored the time and space. It wouldn’t do to have the Renegade Pokémon interacting with the old world at all. Giratina shatters a nearby crag, but even that action lacks a poignance when the shards immediately freeze in place, forming new floating islands. Peaceful, but no replacement.