#717: Yveltal, the Destruction Pokemon
When its life comes to an end, it absorbs the life energy of every living thing and turns into a cocoon once more.

Yveltal was not born, but created.

The Eldest One was first, in the days before time. Then Eldest became Creator, pulling Yveltal and its kin from the fabric of the universe. The Firstborn, and the most Beloved- Mew. Time and Space followed, then Earth and Land and Sea, and Fire and Ice and Thunder, and the Sun and Moon, and the Great Beasts that ruled the wilds, and the Mountain Guardians and the Forest Keeper.

Yveltal is the youngest.

For the first ten thousand years after the dawn of time, it merely existed. It knew nothing but the joy of life and freedom and the wind beneath its wings.

Yveltal watched the world grow and change- the Little Brothers and Sisters that the Creator brought forth- tiny, powerless creatures of grass and fire and earth, but so many of them, and so different, so full of life.

Eons passed.

And Yveltal grew old.

It rested in the forests, now, instead of soaring over the seas and visiting distant lands. The Little Brothers and Sisters were kind- they brought it Berries and other food, and they warmed it with their flames and sang it their music, and Yveltal thought it wouldn't mind dying, like this, surrounded by friends.

Little Brother Flame licked its face, and Little Sister Flower sang him to sleep.

And Yveltal slept.

It awoke, deep in the forest, alone.

The trees were tall and thick, and all the little Brothers and Sisters were gone. Yveltal felt young again, as it had been so many eons ago when the world was new. It was full of power and strength, and it called out for the little Brothers and Sisters, rejoicing- I am strong again, I can protect you!

You cannot find them.

Yvetal turned- the voice was familiar, a soft hum of kinship. One of the Elder Brothers, then.

Where are they? Where have they gone?

The Brother was tall and graceful, like dew on the grass at dawn. It cantered over to Yveltal and stopped a few paces short, regarding it with sorrow.

They are dead.

I cannot allow this. I am their protector. Who has taken them from me?

Brother watched him. Do you not know?

No. Tell me.

Eldest Brother created us all for a reason. The Brother tilted its head skyward. What is your reason?

Yveltal had never sought a reason. Life was its own reason. But it was true- each of the Elder Brothers had a place in the universe.

Perhaps I am a protector. There is a Forest Keeper and a Wish Keeper. I will be the Keeper of the Little Brothers and Sisters.

That is not your role.

Then what? I am not a great Bird or a great Beast or a master of the Skies.

You are the Destroyer. Youngest of the Old, Last of the First- you were created to bring an end to all that Eldest brother has wrought.

I…

You killed them, Brother Destroyer.

I couldn't have. I just fell asleep. You're lying.

I am Life. You are Death. This is how it must be. I'm sorry.

How?

You have been sleeping for ten thousand years. You cannot die- when you reach the end of your life, you will steal the life from the world and be born again.

But why would Eldest Brother create me?

Brother Life nosed a wilted flower; its petals smoothed and became brighter. I do not know.

A/N: A very brief drabble I wrote a while back. Unlikely to ever be continued, so please judge it as it is.