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I was greeted by a dull white ceiling once I finally regained consciousness. Finding myself on my back on some form of bed, any attempt to move was met with immense resistance. It was clear I was restrained, but my limbs were numb to the point I couldn't tell how. In all of my life I couldn't think of a single moment where my mouth had been any drier, and the cold felt like daggers on my leaking nose. Where was I? What happened? I closed my eyes again to momentarily organize my hazy mind, letting the silence of the room calm my racing heart. The last thing I could remember was leaving home to go to a friend's house. He had asked me to help him with something, but I couldn't remember what exactly for the life of me. Trying in vain to calm my hyperventilating self, I shook my head as much as my restraints would allow me to, and tried to scout the room as much as I could. There was little I could tell from such a restricted field of vision, but I could see the tops of what appeared to be many shelves. Turning my attention back to myself, the wildest assumption that this might be some sort of infirmary fired through my head. Perhaps I had gotten involved in some sort of accident and was rushed to a nearby hospital. But why the restraints, then? Looking a little bit upwards, I noticed a drip. It was impossible to look down at my arm, but by the curve on the cable it wasn't too far fetched to assume it was attached to me.

Across the room, a door was opened. I was momentarily stunned, unsure if I should try to reach whoever was coming in. Thankfully, there was no need to as they slowly made their way to check on me. It was a short, well aged doctor, his droopy eyes looking rather droll behind thick glasses. He cleared his throat and picked up a clipboard, reading it intently while pacing around the room. He seemed unaware that I was awake, so I decided to try and grab his attention. Unfortunately my first attempt to vocalize anything was met with an uncomfortable gag that quickly spiraled into a painful coughing fit. That did grab plenty of his attention in the very least, and he hurried over to me... or at least I thought so. I could hear his footsteps, but he stopped just short of my field of view. Soon, the coughing subsided, but it felt as if there was still a lump in my throat. He then walked over to me and adjusted his glasses, a stern expression on his wrinkled face.

-I wouldn't bother trying to talk again if I were you. We...- he paused, visibly uncomfortable-...had to make sure you wouldn't be able to. And besides, I don't think anybody would want to hear you anyways.-

My eyes widened with fear. What could that possibly mean? Where was I after all? Who the fuck is this guy? What have they done to me? I wanted to thrash around in panic but my better judgement told me that would lead to no good. From this position I was powerless, he could do whatever he wanted to me and I could do absolutely nothing to stop him, so perhaps it would be best to play along for the time being. I nodded in acceptance and kept staring at him, expecting any form of clarification. He noticed.

-You must be a little bit confused right now. I could tell you what's going on but really, it wouldn't change a thing. I just want to let you know, for my own sake, that this was never my idea. What I can tell you, is that it'll be over soon enough, looks like you're just about ready.

The next moments were a bit of a blur. Several men clad in black with a large R on their shirts came into the room and began pushing my bed out into the corridor. I was dragged around for what felt like an eternity, before I was finally left at a bright chamber. The men took off my restraints, but I was far too limp to offer much resistance. They carried me to an odd contraption, a board set upright where I was strapped onto. In front of me was a round shiny ball, held in place by several metal poles. To my right was a massive mirror that almost spanned all of the wall. It wouldn't take a genius to deduce it was likely a viewing panel. My mind was going hazy again, a chilling sensation running down my spine as my still shaken brain was firing any alerts it could find to inform my body that whatever was going on what not entirely OK.

And then what seemed like a flash lit up the room, coming from the mysterious object. It slowly opened up, revealing itself to be a container for a silver and blue Pokeball. Something was muttered in the room next to this one, and before I could process any further, I found myself enveloped by a wave of raw energy coming from the ball. And then, all went black.

...

I found myself in complete darkness. A void that seemed to consume my very soul. Oddly enough, I could see my body fine, albeit devoid of any clothes. I was curled up, floating amidst the nothingness. Is it possible, I thought to myself, that this is the inside of a Pokeball? I could move freely, yet this overbearing sense of confinement pierced any will to try and explore the void. After some minutes of silence, I once again heard distant voices, barely audible let alone comprehensible. Something shook me then. I shivered uncontrollably, overtaken by an imaginably large presence. My body inexplicably began to soak up an immense amount of power, far more than I could handle. The sheer energy made me feel as if my heart could explode at any moment. I stretched myself out, barely able to contain such vicious power within myself. It felt like my skin was about to burst, the pressure alone driving me into a primordial state of pure fear and confusion. As if heeding the need for adaptation, my arms and fingers stretched longer, losing their coloration. The center of my body swelled uncontrollably, as if expanding to suppress this insane energy. Plates burst from my back, along with a rapidly thickening tail. The discoloration of my skin left it a pearl white with the exception of my blue stomach, and it felt increasingly slick and moist. With a meaty stretch, my neck grew longer, and my mouth pushed forwards into a beak-like snout while all of my hair vanished onto my morphing head. The sensation was unbearable, yet faintly relieving, as if my body had been expecting this evolution for a while. Once the brunt changes subsided, I meekly stared down at my hands, spent and dry. They now resembled long white wings.

Looking down at my body, I soon realized I had taken the shape of a Lugia. It was all so sudden, I couldn't really quite digest this development of events. I was partially partially expecting to wake up soon, then have a hearty laugh at such an imaginative nightmare and go on with my daily life. Looking back down at my now massive hands, it struck me that there would be no such thing. My life was as good as over, or at least my human life. And with that loaded thought, came another one behind; a slight itch on the back of my consciousness, telling me to guard the majestic seas with all of my might. And might I had, so much that it was taking its toll on my very consciousness. The desire grew larger and larger, to the point where it was the only thing I could set my mind on. The seas needed me. I needed the seas.

There was nothing else I could ask for.

There was nothing else I needed.

Lugia...

Lugia!