Back to the distortion world.

It all started when I was born, Dialga and Palkia by my side, Arceus as my guardian.

We didn't always get along and as we got into a fight, I realized I would be better off alone.

I decided to follow my own path. My own ways and my own mind.

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Breaking out of a foreign pokeball, I let out a yowl of rage. A cry of discomfort and furiocity.

I stared at team Galactic, breaking time and space apart to find a way out.

Attacks and screams rang in my ears, throwing themselves my way without a thought. Without hesitation. Many pokeballs flew my way, Lucario's aura ball barely missing my tail.

A roar emerged from my throat, aura sphere firing from in my depths.

Trees shook massively, the sound of water rushing down from the distance as time distorted, rushing through fields and breaking barriers.

I let out a slight groan, small cuts on my shoulders as I blocked any pokeballs heading my way.

Even from small moments, I ed how small pokeballs were on the inside, refusing to ever go back there even if it meant giving my very life.

I let out another roar of rage, firing team Galactic with curse before disappearing into my own distortions. Back home.

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Back to the distortion world.

#Giratina