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When Sam's body awakened the third power.
Far above the clouds.
In the ozone layer of the Hoenn Region, the sky rippled like disturbed water.
There, coiled among the stratospheric winds, was a colossal green serpent—Rayquaza, the Sky High Pokémon.
Its long body, over 100 meters in length, glistened with celestial power, its yellow-rimmed fins drifting with an ethereal current.
Its golden eyes snapped open.
The eternal guardian of the heavens had awoken once more.
Rayquaza's gaze pierced the earth.
Far beyond the oceans and mountains.
Across continents.
Fixated on Sinnoh.
More precisely, on the location of a particular human:
Sam.
A flicker of knowing danced in the ancient dragon's eyes.
"The inheritor…" it murmured in a voice not heard by ears, but felt by existence itself.
"…You're growing faster than I expected…"
A low hum of power resonated from its chest, rippling through the sky like a silent storm.
"…I look forward to our meeting…"
"Fight against the fate between you and me..."
Rayquaza's immense form twisted and spun, spiraling through the currents of the ozone layer with impossible grace.
The clouds trembled in its wake.
A great force was stirring.
And somewhere—destiny turned its eye.
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Hoenn Region — Northernmost Edge of Meteor Falls
Far from bustling cities and known maps, nestled deep within jagged cliffs and star-scorched craters…
…was a village untouched by time.
Meteor Village.
A sanctuary of the ancient ways, where descendants of dragon-worshipping clans guarded secrets passed down from the earliest eras of the Pokémon world.
At the village's heart stood a massive translucent stone stele, taller than a Garchomp and polished smooth by centuries of reverent touch.
Today, the air around it was electric.
Every villager—young, old, strong, meek—gathered at its base, eyes broad with expectation.
Suddenly—
"The Dragon God has spoken!!!"
The cry came from a hunched elder at the front of the crowd.
Her voice cut through the murmurs like lightning across a storm cloud.
"The Dragon God has sent a revelation!!"
She repeated it louder, tears glistening in her eyes.
"The Dragon God has sent a revelation!"
A hushed gasp swept through the village.
Immediately, everyone fell silent.
Hands clasped. Heads bowed. Knees lowered.
"Old Mother Zura," one man whispered, "please… tell us."
"What did Lord Rayquaza reveal?"
The old woman—Zura, eldest and wisest of Meteor's priestesses—stepped forward, eyes blazing with fervor.
With trembling hands, she turned to face the stele.
"Rayquaza, the Sky High Dragon… has spoken," she declared, her voice firm and radiant.
"The Inheritor has awakened."
A collective murmur rippled through the villagers like wind through ancient trees.
She turned back to the crowd, and her following words made every breath still.
"The Dragon God has risen to full strength."
"Because the Inheritor has stepped into his path…"
"…the doom that was foretold may now be shattered."
"A new future is upon us."
At once, the villagers dropped to their knees, pressing their foreheads to the stone-paved square.
Not in fear.
But in reverence.
For the first time in centuries, the prophecy was in motion.
After several long minutes of reverent silence, Zura reached into her ceremonial cloak and pulled out a small, unremarkable stone.
Its surface was matte black, shaped like a comet fragment, and cold to the touch.
But it pulsed faintly in her palm.
This was no ordinary relic.
"Zinnia," she said solemnly, turning to the young woman beside her.
A girl with crimson eyes, a black scarf, and a gaze as sharp as Salamence's wings.
The woman stepped forward and kneeled.
"Yes, Grandma?"
Zura placed the stone gently into her hand.
"This is our clan's sacred treasure," the old priestess whispered.
"It will guide you."
"You must find the Inheritor. You must go to him."
Zinnia's face darkened with purpose. "And if he needs aid…?"
Zura nodded.
"We give it. Everything. All of Meteor's knowledge. Our hidden techniques. Our resources."
"Even if it costs us everything, we will stand by the Inheritor's side."
Zinnia bowed low.
"I understand, Grandma."
She looked up at the stars twinkling above the cliffs.
Her heart surged with a wild and powerful emotion.
Destiny was calling.
And she would answer.
"I'll leave immediately."
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But Sam…
He knew none of this.
To him, it was just another bright, wind-kissed day in Canalave City.
And at this moment, he was standing at the gates of the Canalave Gym, facing three familiar faces—Ash, Dawn, and Brock—who were preparing to resume their Sinnoh journey.
"Sam!" Ash said with a wide, toothy grin, clutching his new Canalave Gym Badge in one hand.
"I've learned so much in the past few days with you!"
He bowed respectfully, fist clenched in pride.
"Next time we meet, I'll be stronger! I swear I'll catch up to you one day!"
"Pika-chuu!" Pikachu echoed proudly, sparking faintly with excitement on Ash's shoulder.
Sam chuckled softly.
"I believe in you, Ash. You too, Pikachu. Keep going—your path is just beginning."
"Sam~!" Dawn beamed, cradling Piplup in her arms.
"I'm looking forward to the next time we meet!"
"Pip-piplup!" Piplup chirped, puffing up its chest as if to say, "Don't forget me either!"
Sam reached over, lightly tapping Piplup's forehead.
"Of course. Take care of Dawn for me, little one."
"Wooo woo woo~!"
A dramatic sniffle came from the side.
Sam turned just in time to see Brock—hands trembling, eyes shimmering with melodramatic sorrow—grabbing his hand with both of his.
"Sam…!" Brock's voice wavered like a tragic soap opera actor.
"Parting is such sweet sorrow! I feel as if we are two meteors, destined to cross paths only once before returning to the stars!"
Sam blinked. "...What?"
Brock clung harder. "You've opened my eyes! My soul! My understanding of true companionship—"
"Brock." Sam gently slid his hand free.
"It's about an autograph, isn't it?"
A beat of silence.
Then, Brock's face lit up like a Christmas tree.
"Heh heh heh~" he grinned, eyes still squinting like always.
"Well, since you bring it up… Any word from Cynthia?"
"Soon," Sam said, smirking.
"Be patient. The request's been passed on."
Brock's transformation was immediate. He straightened up, fists pumping, full of sudden energy.
"Sam!" he declared heroically.
"Call me anytime! Storms, lava, or Team Rocket—I'm there! No hesitation!"
Sam raised an eyebrow.
He wasn't sure if Brock's eyes were still closed from emotion—or if that's just how they always were.
Ash, meanwhile, watched the exchange with growing confusion.
"Wait…" he turned to Sam.
"Sam, what does Brock want from you?"
Before Sam could answer—
"Ack—!" Brock lunged, covering Ash's mouth in a panic.
"Nothing!" he said too quickly.
"Just… guy stuff!"
With both hands on Ash's shoulders, he began steering the boy down the path out of town.
"Okay, okay, time to go!" Brock sang.
"If we don't leave now, we'll be camping next to wild Bidoof all night!"
Ash struggled. "Mmph?! Hey, wait—!"
Dawn, watching the two bicker and stumble into the distance, just sighed and smiled.
"Take care, Sam," she called, waving.
Sam waved back.
"Travel safe, all of you."
And with that…
The trio was gone.
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The sun climbed a little higher as Sam turned toward the harbor side of Canalave City.
His next destination was one of his personal favorites.
A quiet place filled with secrets.
The Canalave Library.
More specifically, it's a restricted archive, where ancient texts and hidden records were kept.
It was time to begin a new pursuit: researching the location of Garchomp's Mega Stone.
He had a hunch it was buried somewhere in the Sinnoh Region—but to find it, he would need clues only history could provide.
And history, in this world, was often buried deeper than any fossil.
As Sam walked, the waves lapped gently against the harbor walls.
Seagulls circled overhead.