Torn from the protection of her own world, cast into rage by the kin she mourned so long ago. His betrayal comes with a deep ache, one that threw her into a rage so blinding that she was forcibly forged into a form that threatened to tear her apart.
Her maw had been opened with a silent agonized wail, until red flooded the pain and she was contained once more.
This space, not build by her own hands, is her home as of now. She was hidden, not to be seen and she’s left to think. Left to think about this reality that she found herself in. She had felt her counterpart in her frenzy, pleading silently for her to stop.
She wondered if he was alright now, she hoped so.
She wondered of the chosen, brought by creation’s wielder to these lands unknown. She had not yet the pleasure to meet the creator’s chosen, especially as she had been so clouded.
From deep in the abyss she resided, she felt him. She felt the presence of the one who forced her into an uncontrollable fury, the one who she had mourned for centuries past. She feels him, and she is imprisoned.
And she hears the quiet plea of the creator far above.
Her roar sounded throughout the ancient crumpled temple. Above Akari, a portal was ripped open and a strong Hydro Pump shot through to strike Giratina. Palkia followed, landing above the fallen chosen and crouched to protect her. Her wings spread out, feathers ruffling as she used her whole body to shield Akari.