Speaker 1: High among the towering, jagged peaks of the Hoan region,
the air was thin and crisp. This steep, rocky environment
was home to many powerful and resilient creatures, but none
possess a spirit as fiercely determined as a small blue
bipedal dragon known as the bagone Pokemon. Unlike the magnificent
Altaria or the swift scarmery that effortlessly glided through clouds above,
this little dragon was entirely bound to the ear stage.
It possessed a heavy, dense body and absolutely no wings.
Yet every single day the small crater, he would stand
at the absolute edge of the highest cliffs, staring up
at the endough s blue sky with profound passionate longing.
Its ultimate singular dream was t oh sore freely among
the clouds dry end. By this overwhelming desire, the brave
little dragon practiced relentlessly. It would sprint toward the edge
of the cliff and leap bravely into the open air,
flapping its small stubby arms with all its might in
of it. Ably, gravity would take hold, the small dragon
would plummet downward, striking the hard canyon floor below. It
endured countless falls tumbling to the sharp rocks and gathering
painful bruises. However, this relentless cycle of leap, I, n
g and falling triggered a remarkable physical adaptation. Through sheer
repetitive impact, The dome on top of its head hardened
until it became as tough and impenetrable as solid steel.
The other grounded creatures of mountain, such as a tough
lyron the quiet errin, often washed the little Dragon's daily
routine with confusion. They simply could not understand why it
refused the ace except its natural limitations. They believed it
was foolish to chase an impossible dream. But the passionate
fire inside the small Dragon's heart never wavered. Every single
time it fell, it slowly pulled itself back up, marched
directly back to the top of the mountain, and leaped again.
One quiet afternoon, the peaceful silence of the high peaks
was shattered by a violent geological shift. A sudden, massive
tremor shook the entire mountain range. The ground fractured, and
a colossal rock slide began to tear away the face
of the tallest cliff near the very top of that
collapsing cliff rested a fragile nest belonging to a family
of Swablu. The violin shaking dislodged and nests entirely, sending
the tiny, fluffy creatures tumbling helplessly into the deep dark
canon below. The adult altaria were too far away hunting
for food to hear their frightened cries. Standing on a
lower ridge, the bagone pokemon witnessed the terrifying disaster. It
saw the helpless swab blue falling rapidly toward the unforgiving
rocks without a single moment of hesitation. The brave little
dragon sprinted the edge and launched itself into the empty void.
It did not jump to practice flying. It jumped to
save them. Tucking its body into an aerodynamic dive, the
heavy dragon plummeted faster than the falling nest. It stretched
its small arms out, driven by an absolute desperate need
to protect the innocent creatures. As it closed the distance,
the passionate fire inside its heart burned hotter than ever before.
Its lifelong dream of flight and its fierce protective instinct
merged into a single overwhelming surge of pure draconic energy.
A brilliant blinding light completely engulfed the falling dragon in
mid air. Its cellular structure began to mutate at an
astonishing rate. Briefly, a heavy armored shell form around its body,
transforming it into shelguin. But the immense pressure of its
passion and its desperate need to reach the suab Blue
immediately shattered the heavy casing. The glowing shell broke apart
into a million shimmering pieces, revealing a spectacular majestic form,
magnificent crescent shape, blood red wings. Instantly unfurrol from a
blinding light, the little dragon had evolved completely into the
mighty salments. With a single powerful thrust of its new wings,
the massive dragon completely halted its terrifying descent. It moved
with incredible breath taking gri swooping underneath the falling Swabblue
and catching them gently upon its broad, safe back. The
majestic creature angled its wings and soared effortlessly upward, Slicing
to the mountain winds with absolute perfection, The mighty Dragon
flew higher than it ever dreamed, reaching the soft golden clouds,
before gently returning the frightened Swabblue to a safe, secure cavern.
As the sun began to set, casting a warm, peaceful
glow of quiet mountains, The Majestic Protector rested on the
highest peak. It closed its eyes and listened to the
gentle mountain breeze. Through relentless discipline and unbreakable spirit and
a deeply passionate heart, the Little Dragon had finally conquered
the sky, bringing a quiet, protective piece to the mountain night.