Raid Battle Yveltal x Darkrai - OUTDATED

The Far Past…

“We should not be here,” the wind whipped and whirled as she spoke; not a hint of it dying down was present. Her companion only nodded as they stood on the sheer cliff face. Above them, a great beast circled, beating its large wings as it soared through the air. 

“You know we have no choice,” he spoke in a hushed tone as he eyed the beast in the sky. She shook her head before responding, raising a hand to her temple.

“Your right, and you know your right,” she gazed at the ground before looking back at the monster. “So how are we going to do this? We can’t fight it,”

“No… we can not,”

“We could try talking to it,” he shook his head.

“We don’t even know if it can talk,” she tilted her head. “I’ve heard rumors that there are some pokemon that can not talk at all,”

“Well, how do you know that is one of them? If you have heard only rumors, then the likely hood of that being on is low,” she reasoned. She was strong in all ways, but especially in personality. A humanesqe Mr. Mime, with long navy blue hair that ended mid-thigh. He was a Mewtwo, dark and brooding, with a tail that split into two and skin covered in scars. They had known each other for ages; immortal beings tend to keep track of each other if they do not stay together, that is. 

“So what's the call, Gracidea? It is yours to make,” he grumbled; on occasion, he would lovingly call her Gracie, but how was not one of those times?

“Try to talk to it,” She said, looking worried. He only nodded before floating off the ground and into the air, heading straight toward the monster.

It had started to rain; he felt the water pouring over him. At first, it was just little droplets, but then it got harder and faster. Annoying, he thought as he quickened pace towards the beast.

It was large and dark, the hybrid son of Yveltal and Darkrai, the accused beast that rose from the ground every Halloween night, only to be fought off by those brave enough to do so. 

Suddenly before he even knew it, he was looking up into the bright glowing blue eyes of the beast, and it looked coldly into his purple ones. 

“Hello, I am -” he was cut off as the beast lashed out at him, snapping its wide jaws, but he dodged right in time. “Well, that is not going to work, time to try the other way,” he mumbled quietly. He readied an attack, hitting the creature directly on the shoulder, the beast only flinched. A glowing aura of lightning filled its mouth; the lone Mewtwo could not dodge and was hit directly with the beam of pure blue lighting. He fell and fell and fell, passed out into the cold dark waves below. He would eventually wake on a tropical beach.

She could do nothing but watch as he fell, she was too stunned to do anything, even though it was like everything was in slow motion as he floated down, hitting the water with a large impact. She had seen it all, how the beast attacked him unprovoked. It made her impossibly mad. The beast had attacked and injured, killed, for all she knew, the man she loved. So she did the only thing she could do, attack.

She absorbed the energy around her, glowing, holding the ball of power in the palms of her hands. She unleashed it right at the monster. It hit the beast square in the chest, and it yowled, falling for the sky before catching itself, beating its giant wings. She wiped her brow; the attack had taken much out of her. But it now had Gracidea in its sights, eyeing her up and down, how could such a pokemon create such an attack? With the swiftness of ten thousand horses, it flew towards her, crashing its wing into her as she stood atop the cliff. But she hung on as the beast soared back into the sky. She was hanging from its wing gripping for dear life. The beast glanced at her on its wing flapping and soaring about in an attempt to cast her off. But she hung on with an iron will, pulling herself up ontop of the wing, crawling onto the back of the creature.

Now on its back she readyed another attack as the fusion wriggled about still trying to fling her off. She absorbed power into the palm of her hand, holding the glowing aura. She punched hitting the thing in the back. It could do nothing but plummet down, fainting. Suddenly the monster disappeared into a puff of black smoke. The day had been saved! But Gracidea was falling, thinking quickly she harded the air making an invisible platform for her to land on.

She looked down, only now noticing a town below, on the edge of the water, an expansive ocean. It was a small town, slightly run down, a fishing village. The people had gathered outside there homes now that the beast had been deafed. They looked up at Gracidea pointing and cooing. She thought to herself that every halloween that beast must appear and terroize that town, she knew now that until the beast had been defeated permanently she would be there to protect them. She bounced down landing on harden air like a staircase, until she was on the pathetic shore of the town, slimy with algae. The people looked at her with fear in their eyes, wondering what she was about to do. But she only ran her hands threw her hair, looking about for her one true love, to see if he han washed up on the beach, but he had not. She would stay in this village for a few years to come waiting for her love and protecting the people. She never really became one of them though, even though she protected them they still feared her. A pokemon like that is not something to take lightly.