Legend of the Exile

In the swirling winds of pale-white snow, the Eevee padded up the icy slopes of Mount Coronet, his eyes filled with determination. With each pawstep, he drew closer to the disturbance in the twilight skies. The crux of all the good and evil was swiftly approaching as he ascended the snowbound trail.

At last, he arrived at the Spear Pillar, that ancient shrine built eons ago at Mount Coronet's hallowed peak. Mystical tendrils of sealed time tugged at the Eevee's fur as he climbed the marble steps, staring across the open sanctuary.

But then, Mythic froze as he saw the ominous figure at the far end of the shrine, standing before a large rock outcropping. Its pale fingers tightly gripped an old bronze staff, its breath shallow and chilling. The figure's eyes were turned up toward an eight-point diamond etched on the rock face, shimmering like glass.

Dread gripped at Mythic's fur as he stared at the mysterious figure, his paws prepared to sprint. But it was too late to prevent fate, too late to prevent the seal from lifting. The figure flung two glowing bells into the air and swung his staff high, shattering them both in a single strike.

Time and space stalled as the bells rang their last, their glittering fragments clinking to the floor, their final rings reverberating like dying screams. The diamond insignia upon the monolith flashed and melted away, revealing a faint shadow of an approaching beast.

And as the dragon emerged from the broken seal-- features carved with malice, his blood-red gaze sweeping across the land--Mythic's heart began to pound with terror, knowing that Giratina the Exile had returned at last.