Silverus-Avian

CHAPTER IV - The Alternatum Unimaginably bright light burned into Silverus' eyes as the portal closed in around him as quickly as it had opened, forcing him to close them instinctively. He immediately began to feel himself being tossed around forcibly as bolts of energy arced onto and around his blue, glowing wings, jolting him in every direction as they did so. Psychic. That's all he had to focus on. Provided he maintained his power to the best of abilities, he might get through this thing in one piece. Opening his eyes again, he was surprised to see the blinding light had vanished. Instead, a long and winding tunnel shining in all colours stretched out in front of him, passing by rapidly as he was carried along through it at enormous speed. Its walls were smooth and evenly rounded, seeming to change in shape when looked at with a different angle, the light eminating from them refracting in a strange way as he did so. He guessed these were the extreme gravitational affects

CHAPTER III - Disturbance Lugia paced the dimly lit tower in a solemn manner, taking a second occasionally to rub his wings together anxiously. "So... you're saying that you can't guard the dimensions?" he said sternly, a frown upon his face. Behind him, a quadripedal, blue dragon-like Pokémon's deep crimson eyes glowed brightly as it stared forward, focused in thought. Telepathically, it grunted in some degree of irritation. "It is not that I cannot guard them. It's simply a matter of control." it murmured. Silverus, who was standing at the tower's entrance, listened with one ear as he stared out at the ocean far off in the distance. The Temporal Tower's location had always provided some pretty incredible views, floating on a mound of rocks thousands of feet above the mainland. It was not the first time they had been here. Many of the legendaries had a duty to attend to each other's territories, such as Dialga's, in times of need; his father had always told him that all

CHAPTER II - Solstice Silverus nudged a pebble around aimlessly along the floor of the cave with his foot as he steadily paced about, an expression of worry washing over his face. His body was still aching from the flight and he could feel his energy all but drained from him as he looked over again at Lugia standing solemnly at the entrance, staring out across the blue and green archipelago of his kingdom. He was almost identical to him - a great silver bird with long, slender wings, deep blue fins surrounding his dark brown eyes and lining his back and the tip of his tail. Larger in stature he had always been however; they were both fully grown despite the fact Silverus was younger.  "I don't get it. What in Arceus' name did I do to make you this angry?" Silverus queried with a mix of worry and frustration, staring at him as directly as he could. Lugia had always acted rationally and calmly in almost any situation they had been in, and it was tormenting how unusually silent and

CHAPTER I - The Limit Silence. The sea was always silent at this time. The sky was dark, the air cold and the ocean depths gloomy and empty. In minutes before dawn, the creatures of the night were asleep, those of the day yet to awake. A lonely place where one could quite easily lose themselves to the world. But, despite all this, there was one thing he was after which only here could be found. Freedom. High above the wispy clouds the silhouette of a legend arose and spread its wings, the first glint of the sun striking its shining feathers. The biting cold did not deter him, nor did the thin, untenable air. He did not obey the sky; it obeyed him. And now was the time for him to prove it. He opened his dark, jewel-like eyes as he stopped for a moment at the apex of his ascent. Taking a second to process the view below him, he inhaled calmly and closed his beak, stretching out his body as the wind began to run past him once again. It was time to be free. Slowly at first, he

Clang! Another projectile tore violently through the hunk of titanium beside him as one more alarm joined the cacaphony of others. "Warning! Critical damage detected to flank armour plating. Structural integrity compromised." a synthetic voice blared out methodically, prompting Hayden to grit his teeth and close his eyes as he winced in alarm. Had that one struck anywhere else, he was sure he would have been a goner. He took a short moment to look up at one of the several scuffed instrument panels above him as the murky, malfunctioning lamps in the cockpit flickered continuously. On it, a numerical LCD display illuminated the pattern of two digits in bright red, as if counting down to his inevitable obliteration. Three rounds to go. Three chances to make sure his tank wouldn't end its days as an oversized paperweight. After the last strike, however, Hayden had little confidence he'd last even that long. Fourteen platoons. Almost twenty-thousand men. He didn't wish to count the