Speaker 1: The lonely shiny lapras. In the gentle sapphire waters of
the Orange Archipelago, where the ocean waves whisper secrets to
the white sandy shores, lived a very special pokemon. His
name was Loomy. Loomy was a Lapras, a majestic transport
pokemon known for ferrying travelers across the sea on its back.
But Loomy was not like the other lapras in his pod.
While his family had skin as blue as the deep ocean,
Loomy was different. Loomy was a rare shiny lapras. His
skin was a soft, sparkling purple, like the sky just
before the sun goes to sleep. Being a shiny lapras
meant that Loomy always stood out when the pots swam
together in the bright afternoon sun. Loomy felt like he
was too bright, too different. Sometimes he would swim a
little bit behind the others, hiding his purple glow beneath
the rolling waves, wishing he could just blend in with
the blue water like everyone else. Why must I be purple?
Loomy would sigh, letting a stream of bubbles escape from
his mouth. I just want to be part of the
blue ocean. One evening, a thick, velvety mist rolled in
from the north. It wasn't a scary mist. It was
soft and cool, wrapping the ocean in a cozy gray blanket.
The sun dipped below the horizon, and the stars were
hidden behind the clouds. The ocean became very dark and
very quiet. The pod of pokemon lapras gathered together to
rest for the night. They hummed their low, gentle songs
to each other, the vibrations traveling through the water. But
suddenly a small, worried cry echoed through the mist. Spheel spheel.
It was a tiny sphel, a round little seal pokemon
who had drifted away from its family in the fog.
The little spheel was bobbing in the water, unable to
see which way was home. The mist was so thick
that even the blue lapras, usually the guardians of the sea,
had trouble seeing more than a few feet ahead. Their
blue skin blended perfectly into the dark water, making it
hard for the little spheel to find them. The elder
of the pod, a large blue lapras with a weathered shell,
called out, we must help the little one, but the
mist is too heavy. He cannot see us. Loomy, floating
at the edge of the group, felt a flutter in
his chest. He looked at his own reflection in a
calm patch of water. Even in the dim light, his
purple skin seemed to hold a soft inner light. He
wasn't dark like the water, he was bright like a
twilight flower. Taking a deep breath, Loomy swam forward. I
can help, Loomy whispered. He pushed his way gently through
the water, gliding past the blue lapras. As he moved
into the open sea, something magical happened. The unique purple
hue of the shiny lapras seemed to catch the tiny
bit of moonlight filtering through the fog. He didn't blend in,
he stood out. He shone like a gentle beacon in
the gray mist. Loomy began to sing. It wasn't a
loud song, but a soothing melody that rose and fell
with the rhythm of the waves him him. The little
Losspheel stopped crying. Through the thick fog. He saw a
soft purple glow approaching. It wasn't scary. It looked warm
and safe. Come here, little one, Loomy hummed, softly. Follow
my light. This spheel paddled happily towards the purple glow.
He climbed onto Loomy's shell, nestling safely between the gray spikes.
Loomy turned around, his purple skin, guiding the way back
to the pod, cutting through the mist where no one
else could be seen. When they returned, the other lapras
were waiting. They didn't look at Loomy as the odd
one out anymore. They looked at him with wide, admiring eyes.
You found him, the elder said, smiling, because you are different.
You could be seen when we could not. Your lights
saved him. Loomy felt a warmth spread through his chest
that had nothing to do with the sun. He realized
that being a shiny lapras wasn't a mistake, it was
a gift. As the night deepened, the mist slowly cleared,
revealing a sky full of twinkling stars. The little sphel
was reunited with his family, and the ocean returned to
its peaceful rhythm. Loomy drifted alongside his friends, no longer
swimming behind them, but right in the center. The gentle
waves rocked him back and forth, rock and roll, rocked
and roll. His purple skin shimmered under the moonlight, and
for the first time, Loomy felt perfectly at home. He
closed his eyes, listening to the soft sound of the
water lapping against his shell. The ocean is big and
wide and safe and Loomy, the special purple laporas drifted slowly,
deeply into a sweet, peaceful sleep. Good Night, Loomy, Good night,
shiny friend.