Speaker 1: Deep within the jagged, lightless depths of Terminus Cave, the
air was always thick and freezing cold. In this absolute,
unforgiving darkness, a small dragon was born. It was a
fragile Dano. Unlike the other creatures of the cavern, this
little pokemon was completely blind, its eyes covered by a thick,
heavy mop of dark fur. Its early days in the
world were filled with intense pain and constant frustration. Every
single step was a massive challenge. The small dragon constantly
collided with sharp stalagmites, tripping over jagged rocks, and tumbling
down steep, unforgiving ledges. The larger, older dragon types in
the cave, such as a tough and proud Drudgigon, completely
ignored the small creature. They believed that the deep, harsh
caves required flawless physical strength in the very moment of birth.
They saw the blind little dragon as a failure. But
what the little Dano lacked in sight, it more than
made up for an unbreakable, fiercely passionate spirit. It absolutely
refused to be a victim of the dark. Instead of
hiding in the corners and giving up, it began to train.
It trained harder than any other creature in the cavern.
It learned to feel the slight invisible shift in the
cold air currents to avoid the rocky walls. It learned
to smell the damp earth and track the scent of
its fellow cave dwellers. Most importantly, it threw its small
body against the cavern walls day after day, bruising its
skin but hardening its absolute resolve. Its passion was not
just a desire to survive. It wanted to come strong
enough to protect the small, weaker pokemon that hid in
the deepest crevices, like the tiny noibad, who constantly shivered
in fear of the harsh cave predators. Years of relentless,
painful discipline finally paid off. Driven by its fiery passion,
the small dragon evolved into his wireless Now possessing two heads,
its sensory input doubled. However, it also brought a chaotic
internal struggle. The two heads often disagreed and fought for control,
causing the dragon to stumble and fall all over again.
But no matter how many times it fell, the passionate
fire inside never burned out. Both heads share the exact
same desire to grow stronger. One fateful day the Ultimate
Tests arrived. A massive, fiercely territorial to Raneter wandered into
the cavern system, looking to claim the deep for itself.
The colossal Intruder was ruthless. It stomped heavily through the tunnels,
causing the ceiling collapsed and trapping a helpless group of
frightened noi bat behind a wall of heavy boulders. The
older cave dragons retreated in absolute terror, hiding from the
towering beast, but Zwilas did not retreat. Guided by the
frantic cries of the trapped Noibat, zwilers stepped directly into
the path of the colossal Tyrantor. The giant intruder unleashed
a devastating wave of dark energy. The heavy impact through
Zwiless violently against the cavern wall. The pain was immense
and paralyzing. The two had struggled to rise, their legs
trembling under crushing terrifying weight of the Tyrantor's aura. But
the passionate fire inside the blind Dragon refused to be extinguished.
It remembered every collision, every painful fall, and every single
bruise that had ever suffered since the date was born.
The darkness had never defeated it before, and it would
absolutely not defeat it now. Driven by an absolute desperate
need to protect the innocent, a brilliant, blinding light suddenly
erupted from the battered's wireless The energy illuminated the entire cavern,
forcing the giant to reantterer to step backward in shock.
The light expanded, swirling with intense, unstoppable draconic power. From
the glowing light emerged a terrifying, majestic creature. It was Hydriagon.
Three draconic heads roared in perfect harmonious unison, sending a
massive shockwave of pure power through the tunnels. It had
completely conquered its limitations, transform forming its chaotic physical struggle
in the absolute aerial supremacy. Six magnificent wings spread wide,
lifting it gracefully off the rocky ground, and it struggled
to walk on for so many years. Hydriagon did not
need eyes to see the battlefield. Its senses were absolute
and perfect. It unleashed a continuous overwhelming stream of dragon
post energy from all three heads simultaneously. The sheer force
of the glowing energy blasts pushed the colossal turanitter backward,
completely overwhelming the massive intruder. Defeated and terrified by the raw,
passionate power, the three headed dragon, the Tyranniter, turned and
fled from the cavern, never to return. Hydriagon descended gracefully
near the trapped neibat. With incredible precision and gentleness, its
powerful jaws carefully moved the heavy, freeing the small creatures.
The tiny bats nuzzled lovingly against their massive, terrifying protector.
Hydragone stood tall and proud in the darkness. It had
begun life as a fragile, blind creature, stumbling in the shadows.
But through pure passion, relentless discipline, and unbreakable will, it
had forged itself into the undisputed king of the caverns.