Giratina snarled as the idiotic little dragon she followed rambled on. What was supposed to be a short walk to meet some other dragons that hated phoenixes had become nothing more than aimless wandering through a couple of fields, another forest, and up a mountainside, all the while being informed of the dragon “social norms” in this dystopian mess.

“Dragons here also like to have their egos stroked by being referred to by their titles,” Garble continued, oblivious to Giratina’s growing impatience. “They spend most of their lives trying to obtain fearsome and exceptional titles to replace their boring names, so the best way to get on their good side is to call them by their titles alone. Like, there’s The Terror of the Mines, The Sun’s Wrath, The Reclaimer of Mt. Dukaan Kendov and a few other really famous ones where we’re going. They’re probably not going to be too happy when we arrive because this is about the time of year they hibernate, but you should be able to handle them without a problem. Am I right?” Garble nudged Giratina’s leg with his elbow.

Touch me again, and I will rend your soul from its body, Giratina growled.

Garble blinked. “What’s a soul?”

Giratina’s eyes seemed to glow with excitement as she looked down at him. Do you want to find out?

“Uh, never mind,” he replied, turning away and looking at the mountainside. “So, as I was saying, they like to hibernate around this time, but a fight usually wakes them up. It also helps to fabricate something about riches and glory, since they love that kind of jazz. The hardest one to convince is the Alpha, though. I mean, I’ve only heard of the treasure hoard he’s gathered, and if it’s even remotely close to true, he’s got enough treasure to sate any dragon’s greed.”

Giratina rolled her eyes as she trudged along, wishing to be anywhere else but next to the miniature moron. Sure, it wasn’t like she had to keep him alive. He’d probably squeal out all the information she wanted if she only crushed one of his legs under her girth. She began to imagining crushing more of his body and a savage grin crept onto her mouth. It had been too long since she had a toy to break, especially since her “egg-mates” always rescued the dumb Trainers and Pokémon who somehow stumbled into her realm.

As they walked, she thought about her past, and the madness around her melted away. Thoughts were her only real friends, some of them going as far as to talk back to her. Sometimes they were friendly and comforted her in the emptiness of home, but others had ire that terrified even her. Warm summer days filled her mind one moment, and the yawning maw of the black hole beneath her home ate it up the next. She engrossed herself in so many thoughts at once, she failed to notice the soft grass become jagged granite or the air go from comfortable to unnaturally hot.

Below her, Garble stood at an enormous cave in the mountainside and gulped, looking up at the gigantic cavern. Glancing back to Giratina, who stomped by, he could tell she’d easily be able to walk inside without needing to duck. Scratches the size of his body carved out the solid rock above while the walls were lined with scrape marks from numerous scaly hides. From deep within, a warm breeze wafted past him and out onto the barren rocks surrounding the entrance, as if the cave itself was about to breathe fire.

“H-here it is,” he mumbled, twitching as he looked back at Giratina.

When all he saw was her backside stomping away from him, his fear vanished, and he tore off after her, yelling at the top of his lungs and waving his arms in the air.

“Hey! You’re going the wrong way!” he yelled, spreading his wings.

With a mighty jump, Garble forced himself into the air and flew up near her gold crest, wary of surprising her. He cupped his claws around his mouth and took a deep breath.

“Yoohoo! Equestria to Giratina! Can you hear me?” he bellowed.

As soon as he finished speaking, Giratina froze mid-step. Garble grinned as he lowered his claws, but his elation died as he saw her red eyes glow again.

Yes, I can hear you. Her voice took a terrifying edge in his mind. How can I not? You have yet to shut up for more than ten seconds since you offered to take me to this blasted place, and yet you still think it is a good idea to question if I can hear you?

Giratina’s head swung around so fast, Garble had little time to react as her crest slammed into the side of his body. Knocked off balance, he flailed his claws around and caught one of the mandible pieces. He shook his head, clearing the spots from his vision, and suddenly wished he still had them when he saw both of her red eyes glaring down at him.

Before he could react, her maw opened and she shrieked at the top of her lungs for the second time that day.

Can you hear me?

Garble nodded like a hatching, his pupils tiny.

“Y-you know,” he stammered. “Your c-crest is really pretty.”

Shut up, whelp. Giratina snorted, but the intense glow in her eyes seemed to dim a bit.

“No, really, it is,” Garble said, trying to lay on the flattery. “In fact, I think these dragons may like it too.”

If you try to flatter, suck up, or flirt with me one more time, Giratina said, her eyes burning again, I will eat your soul like a Heatmor eats Durants.

Garble opened his mouth to say something, but never got the chance as Giratina stomped her leg, causing the ground to shake. Amidst the rumbling, a loud roar came from deep inside the cavern, making both of them look into the darkness at the same time.

“I, uh, think they’re awake,” Garble said, fear edging his voice.

Good, Giratina grunted. They had better be. Nothing sleeps in my presence and lives.

As soon as she finished speaking, she strode into the abyss, head held high and girth ghosting through the boulders. With a terrified squeak, Garble took off after her.

“Wait! There was something I forgot to tell you!” he cried as the darkness swallowed them.

“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” Garble said as he climbed over the various stalagmites, following the trail of footprints Giratina was leaving. “I mean, I don’t think they would very much appreciate a dragon of your… uh, grandeur striding in unannounced.”

Then they will have to deal with it, won’t they? Giratina snarled as her head passed through yet another stalactite. Besides, it was you who told me about meeting them, so it’s your head if anything goes wrong.

“You seem extremely intent on killing either me or something else,” Garble remarked. “Have you ever tried taking some time away from living beings to relax? I hear some alone time works wonders for stress relief.”

Garble had just finished clearing a small pit of stalagmites when he noticed the angry glowing eyes of Giratina looking back at him.

Since you know nothing about me, I will let that slide. However, never speak to me about being alone ever again. I have spent millennia alone, so do not attempt to advise me on ‘stress relief.’ Understood?

“Oh, well then, uh, do you have friends in your world?” Garble replied.

What did I just say about stress relief?

“Y-yes! I meant, uh, I was wondering if you had any, er, friends back in your world. You know, so we can get to know each other better.”

I also told you not to try to flirt with me!

Garble gulped, fear gripping him for a second before he regained his courage. “I just want to know more about you!” he shouted, starting to back away from her. “I mean, why are you so mean to somedragon who is trying to be your friend?”

Sure she was about to rend him apart with her mind, Garble threw his arms up as her voice thundered in the cavern.

Because the last two dragons I trusted locked me away for over three millennia! My own brothers did that to me, so what makes you think I will ever trust another dragon ever again?

A tense silence followed as Garble peeked between his claws. He wondered for a while if he would feel Giratina biting him in half, when he noticed she stood there, one glowing eye still on him.

Draaf. I’ve said too much. She stomped away.

Garble waited until he was sure he was behind her before following again, his mind running afoul. The fact a beast like Giratina had siblings was scary, but the idea they had both forced her into isolation for thousands of years was even more terrifying. Dragon feuds in Equestria were a dangerous thing, especially after the last one between Kratotoa and Zasagamesh that left half of the eastern mountain hatching grounds in ruins.

“I’m, uh, sorry they did that,” Garble said.

Spare me your pity.

“Well, you know you can trust me, right? I’m way too small to even stop you from walking, so I doubt I’ll ever be able to lock you up for any length of time.”

And if you tried, you’d be dead seven times over before you pulled your claw back.

Garble allowed himself a small smile. At least she only threatened his life on the basis he did something to her.

Even if you did try such a thing, you would be dead long before a plan even came to you, Giratina growled. And yes, I can read your thoughts.

Garble froze at that, but another rumble echoed through the cavern before either one could say more. Glancing around, he shivered as he noticed the spike in temperature.

“We must be close…” he mumbled.

They had better be here, Giratina responded before stomping off in a hurried pace, stone fragments falling from the walls as she shook the ground with each step.

Garble yelped and ran after her, ducking and weaving his way around the stalagmites in order to keep up. A few large ones pressed in on him, and he had to slide underneath an arch of sediment, but eventually, a massive wave of heat washed over him at the same time a bright orange light lit the place around him.

“Holy!” he shouted, looking around the cave they had entered.

If the entrance was huge enough for Giratina to walk in without any problem, the space they had entered made her look small. The cavern was large enough to house some of the mountains around where he was hatched. Gigantic glowing pools of lava lit the area, some with rivers seeping off them at a glacial pace and even a few cascading down the walls. They all flowed down into a hole that boggled Garble’s mind, as if the cavern stretched into the very center of the planet. Fearlessly, Giratina marched forward and peered into the hole before turning back to him.

Is this the way?

Garble shook his head and walked towards the hole, shivering the whole way. “I, uh, actually don’t know,” he admitted. “I’ve never seen the den myself.”

What do you mean, you’ve ‘never seen the den’? Giratina’s telepathy shook the ground. You promised these dragons would help me and that you would lead me to them!

“I am!” Garble whined, rubbing his ears and temples.

Then explain how you cannot know if this hole leads to their dens!

Garble had no time to react as one of Giratina’s legs pressed down on him, crushing all the wind out of his lungs.

Fahral zey, hefhah!

A strange urge overtook Garble as she spoke and he mysteriously found the strength to answer. “I’ve only heard legends about this place!” he cried, hoping she wouldn’t squish him. “One of our elders told us how to get to the entrance. I told you all I know of this place. Honest!”

So I’m following directions from a fool hatchling remembering some old crone’s story.

Another loud roar echoed in the chamber, causing both Garble and Giratina to look back at the hole.

“T-that’s…”

Who? Giratina narrowed her eyes at the hole.

“The Terror of the Mines,” Garble whispered. “Terra.”

The roar echoed again as the cavern shook, loosening rocks from the ceiling. Giratina gave off a low growl as she removed her leg from the clutching Garble.

He sounds big.

“He’s the dragon that stole all the wealth from the northern kingdoms of old,” Garble said, slowly pulling himself up from the floor. “He raided all the diamond dog settlements and stole the Crystal Empire’s entire treasury all by himself.”

Is he who we are looking for? Giratina asked.

“He’s only one of the dragons that are rumored to live here,” Garble said, approaching the ledge. “There are others, like Sun’s Wrath—who aided the Pony Princess Celestia in stopping the Shadow Serpent’s invasion—and Zoniiz, the only existing ice dragon left.”

As soon as the words left Garble’s mouth, more roars came from within the hole, causing him to scramble back from the edge.

It appears they know we are here. Giratina snorted. And they apparently have stupid names. Who names themselves ‘Icicle’?

Garble looked up at her, confusion written on his face. “Who’s Icicle?”

The fool who uses the ancient language as a name, she hissed. The blasted idiot probably has no idea what it means.

“Ancient language?” Garble said with a tilt of his head.

Only dragons that were around when… never mind. The point is there was an ancient language all dragons spoke—even those like my brothers and Arceus knew it. Now, only old and foolish dragons use that language.

“And you know it?”

Giratina’s head twitched.

I am speaking to you in it right now, she said, her tone cryptic. You only hear it in your language because all dragons understand it in their own tongue.

“Whoa,” Garble said. “How old are you then?”

Giratina turned to him, her eyes blazing. I helped form my world, fool.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds before another roar rang out, causing both of them to look back into the endless hole stretching down into the heart of Tartarus.

I am going to see them, Giratina said before spreading her massive shadowy wings, each of her crystals glowing dangerously.

Garble yelped and grabbed onto her leg, causing her to snort before she bent and leaped off the rock, straight into the hole. He screamed as she dove, but Giratina let out a happy bellow, enjoying the sensation of flying and the tiny red fool’s cries.

The sound of crumbling rubble filled the room as Giratina’s six legs smashed the ground beneath her, leaving a series of craters in the igneous rock. Around her, lava poured down in one large flow, a perfect lavafall around a central platform. Glancing upwards, she saw the hole above extended far past what she could see. For the first time in this world, she felt uneasy; if she needed to escape, she would have to wind back up that long, dark path where other dragons could catch her along the way.

“Wow,” Garble said as he let go of her leg. “That was long.”

It will be longer getting back up. Giratina turned to the only other way out of their chamber.

An arch twice the size of the cave opening above loomed before them, tastefully decorated with numerous bleach-white bones. A tremor shot through Giratina’s spine.

“Whoa,” Garble said. “Diamond dogs, wyverns… what is that?”

He pointed at a horned skull hanging near the bottom of the arch, right above the lava waiting for it. It had a giant frill behind it with two large horns and a smaller one sticking out of its nose.

I do not know, and I would rather not find out, Giratina said as she started to walk forward.

The duo entered through the arch—wide enough for three dragons of Giratina’s size to walk through comfortably—and paused to take in what lay beyond.

If the cavern above was huge, this one dwarfed it. Jagged walls reached up into a ceiling of pitch black, the true ceiling nowhere to be seen. Around them, a lake of lava bubbled and frothed below large walkways leading further in. Some branched out into the walls where more archways revealed the vast extent of the lair’s contents: mountains of gold and jewels filled the alcoves behind the archways, some of them taller than Giratina herself.

Nestled between the many golden peaks, though, lay the leviathanic keepers of the hordes, basking in lavaglow. The ones closest to the entrance snored loudly, their black breath swirling above them like thunderclouds, two of them pouring brown rain down on them and their spoils. More alcoves similar to those stretched farther into the cavern, reminding Giratina of the great halls of ancient humans she had so enjoyed destroying long ago.

“Wow,” Garble said, his voice breathless. “That’s… and that’s…”

Giratina let loose a throaty growl as she took a step forward, the rock groaning beneath her legs. Immediately, she spied the ominous glint of their eyes opening and she froze, tensing as the set on her left met hers. A long and pointed head rose, the black scales glittering in the orange light.

“Who goes there?” he spoke, his voice rumbling like boulders down a mountainside.

“That’s Mountain Breaker, the one who gouged out the mountain the ponies made their capital on,” Garble said, his voice tiny and squeaky.

Giratina hissed at him as Mountain Breaker eyed her over, his fangs hanging out from beneath his scaly chops. She maintained eye contact with him, but saw him flex his claws, each digit as big as one of her legs.

“My, my,” he rumbled. “What an exquisite creature. Why don’t you come over here into my lair?”

If I did, your insides would soon be painting those walls, Giratina retorted.

He grinned, revealing his long teeth glittering with pieces of gemstones embedded in them.

“Temper, temper, young one,” he sneered. “You’d make a fine mother for my brood.”

I will rend you limb from limb if you speak to me like that again, fool, Giratina hissed.

As she finished speaking, the stone trembled beneath her legs. She glanced further down the pathway, wondering what else was listening.

Mountain Breaker’s grin fell from his snout, a puff of smoke escaping as he gave a loud snort. “Fine,” he said. “Be that way, but you won’t be able to deny Him.”

“‘Him’?” Garble asked, peeking around her legs.

Mountain Breaker narrowed his eyes at Garble before snarling. “You have the audacity to bring your hatchling here? Bah, he’ll be a snack once you are made into His broodmother.”

He is not my hatchling, Giratina said, her eyes and crystals glowing bright.

“Then is he your broodsire?” Mountain Breaker asked. “Either way, his death will be quick.”

Mountain Breaker began to rise from his hoard, shifting and dumping piles of gold and gemstones into the lava. Although he was much bigger than Giratina had initially thought, she still only put him at the size of a fully grown Arbok.

Only I get to kill him, she growled. Touch him, and I will put you through pain beyond mortal comprehension.

Mountain Breaker froze at her threat. He watched them for a few seconds before falling back down onto his piles of gold and gemstones. The mountains trembled, but only a small fortune dropped into the lava around him.

Satisfied, Giratina turned and trudged down the rock pathway, passing each alcove with her signature indifference. From within their depths of gold and scorched rock, intense glares followed her as she strode by, each one growing more menacing as she descended deeper into the lair. Garble ran between her legs, dodging each step long enough to cast awed stares at the dragons before darting away back into the safety of her shadow.

“Magnus, Spiral Edge, Thorntail,” he listed as they went, speaking barely loud enough for Giratina to hear him. “I thought… I thought they had all died…”

Runts, the lot of them. Giratina snarled. They are no bigger than a Steelix or Gyarados in my world. These are the legendary beasts that will help me bring down Ho-Oh? Pah! They would be naught but ashes after a single breath of his Sacred Fire.

She glanced down at Garble to see him shake his head emphatically, his eyes as big as dinner plates. Immediately, a chorus of roars rang out of each alcove, shaking the very air around her. Flailing her head around, Giratina roared back and flared her shadowy wings, each crystal glowing like a gemstone bathed in blood as she readied herself for a fight.

“G-Giratina,” Garble said, his voice shrill and terrified.

What, whelp? she snapped back.

Wordlessly, he pointed to a spot behind her, his arm shaking and the color draining from his face. She blinked at him, curious as to what was making him react like that and how she could elicit the same look in the future. As she began to turn, she noticed the roars were more organized than the random mad rabble of senile old wyrms she had taken it for. It sounded almost like….

“T-they’re chanting,” Garble squeaked, taking a step back.

Giratina looked up at the rows of alcoves behind them and noticed each resident had stuck their heads out of the openings, watching her.

“Kinbok,” they chanted, their voices rising in unison. “Kinbok, Kinbok, Kinbok, Kinbok!”

Leader? Giratina glanced back at Garble. The puny dragon had backed away quite a few paces since she had last looked at him. His gaze was still behind her, and his claw hadn’t moved an inch.

“Kinbok, Kinbok!” the dragons continued.

For the first time since she had arrived, a pang of fear struck Giratina as she slowly turned around. What could command such respect that an army of dragons would chant for it like a ritual? As she spun, she noticed other alcoves, some she had not even passed yet, had their residents watching her and chanting in the same chilling screams. Once she had fully turned around, she stared down the path of bedrock and magma and noticed what she had perceived to be the end of the walkway... was in fact not.

Glancing up, she noticed there were dozens of pillars holding spires of gold and other relics reaching for the ceiling from within an ocean of lava. A gigantic dome arched around the body of liquid rock, lifting up the blackened walls rife with claw marks as big as her legs. Jagged ledges littered the walls, each one barely holding the sheer amount of treasure piled upon them.

What in Arceus’ name?

Dreh ni hi seik dii for? came a voice from the dome.

“Kinbok! Kinbok! Kinbok! Kinbok!” the dragons behind her shouted.

Giratina felt the very air harden around her as she noticed a slight bulge growing from within the middle of the magma ocean, steadily growing as more of the molten rock bent to fill the arch. To her astonishment, a spire of pure obsidian pierced the surface, rising as if the planet itself was pushing it free of its clutches. As it rose, another spire broke the surface, followed by another and another until a row of them lined the ocean, leading straight to her. A low rumble shook the rock beneath her; she anchored her legs as firmly into the ground as she could.

The chanting subsided, the lair becoming silent. Inside the lava, an island of black obsidian rose up underneath the spires, forming a perfectly rounded shape that made Giratina gulp.

Arceus, she said, her voice shaking. It’s larger than a Wailord.

More of the island pushed itself to the surface, revealing more and more of its titanic body. More spires rose from the lava—marginally smaller than the ones on the monster's back—and continued tracing a path right to the outcropping she was standing on. Before the last spire rose, a pitch-black crest flanked by two smaller horn-like protrusions lifted from the lava, forming a W-shape as the rest of it hid the obsidian spikes behind its sheer girth. The crest kept rising as lava cascaded down the armored plate, leaving brightly glowing yellow lines tracing around the crest in a bizarre pattern, like some kind of mutant Tyranitar.

Rivers of lava snaked their way down. Two slits of pure white split the crest and widened.

Giratina took an involuntary step back as they opened into a set of blank white eyes that stared back at her.

Wo yin vodremt dii slumber? the voice asked again, the rocks quivering as it spoke.

Giratina felt a twinge of anger stab at her mind. Rearing her head back, she roared at the eyes and crest as loud as she could, shaking the air like he did.

Gein wo fund lost hin mir!

A rumbling laugh echoed around the room as the crest bobbed in the lava. The eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly.

You speak well, young one. Few are those left who speak the true dragon tongue.

The ground rumbled again as the crest rose further into the air, revealing a long, bladed snout that accentuated the crest perfectly. Teeth the size of Giratina's wing crystals hung down below the chops of the dragon, glittering in the orange light.

“Why did you come here?” he asked, his rumbling voice lowering. “That crown you wear, the stripes on your belly, and the exotic way you speak—you reek of a drakaina ripe for the taking.”

The dragon leaned in closer as more of his neck snaked from the magma pool. His tri-forked tongue flicked out from between his teeth.

“An unspoiled drakaina,” he cooed, his voice wrapping around her like velvet. “You will be the pride of my hoard. Our brood shall blanket this planet.”

You know not who you address, fool. This drakaina will remain unclaimed until the end of time. Giratina’s eyes glowed red.

“Vogahriin los vunek,” he said, his voice still smooth. “The Alpha is never denied.”

History will be made here today, then, she hissed.

The Alpha chuckled again as his head backed away, his neck looping in the air.

“Perhaps a deal, instead?” he asked. “You come to me with a mission, one you need my help to complete. I have not left this den in over seven hundred years, and do not plan to for many centuries to come...” His jagged tongue ran along his lips. “Ah, but should you become my broodmother, I might consider making an exception.”

Does the lure of glory and destruction not rouse you anymore? Giratina roared. Has your fat, lazy self lost the inner rage all self-respecting dragons nurse within their hearts?

A tense growl rang out around the room, causing the temperature to drop steeply.

“You would be wise to remember who you are speaking to,” the Alpha warned. “It was not I who entered your lair with nothing to offer.”

Giratina snorted, a burst of pink melting the rock at her feet. Your pride as a dragon means nothing if the fires of destruction in your belly no longer burn! Those on the surface cower at my very presence. What are you to those same insects? A legend? A mere myth? She spun and glared at the wall of dragons behind her. Whelp! Do I not speak the truth?

From behind a green dragon's leg, Garble poked his head out and nodded, quickly retreating after. Satisfied, Giratina spun back to the Alpha and and roared at him.

What say you now, wuth dovah?

A tense silence followed as she locked eyes with him.

A deep, throaty laugh made her spines stiffen. The dome began to shake, loosening streams of gold and gemstones into the lava. The Alpha's deep chuckle continued as the lines on his body brightened.

“You seem to think mere words will wound my pride and force me into actions of your design, drakaina,” he spoke in the same smooth tone as before. “But those mean little to me, for I know that if I should rise from this pit, I would lay waste to the world above, and nothing would stop me—not even my own kin.”

From behind him, the lava rippled again as two long lines made the surface bend. In perfect synchronization, two claws the same color as his teeth broke the lines, followed by walls of black as deep as his scales.

“My body throws the land into darkness when I fly overhead. My breath melts entire mountain ranges.” His voice rose. “I am the Alpha, the first, and the most powerful of all the dragons in this world. Before me, there was no light on this rock. I made the sun with my own breath, giving light to the world and all the snivelling creatures on it. To them, I am no mere dragon of legend.”

His eyes narrowed as he paused.

Wah niin, Zu'u los rah! His wings broke free of the lava, spraying the molten liquid around the dome.

“Kinbok! Kinbok! Kinbok! Kinbok!” the dragons behind Giratina began to chant again.

Giratina stared with a hard gaze at the Alpha in his majestic stance. Pure, unadulterated loathing seethed through her thoughts, demanding she put this pompous fool in his place. Creating the sun of this world was nothing compared to what she had done in her own; weaving the very fabric of reality with her wings and sheer force of will.

Then we are finished here, she spat back. Believe yourself to be whatever you want, but I will never bow to you or shout that you are my leader.

Turning around, she kicked a small trickle of rocks into his lava pit and took one step toward the crowd behind when he chuckled again.

“I told you,” he said, his voice still smooth. “The Alpha is never denied.”

The lava shifted violently as a claw the length of Giratina’s tail flew from the depths of the pit and reached out to her, raining lava onto her back. Giratina’s initial reaction was to scream, but she spun as the claw began to close around her and she lifted her foreleg. Immediately, the golden points widened into a trio of ferocious looking claws and she raked them across the Alpha’s palm.

An ear-splitting scream shook the air as the Alpha withdrew his claw, droplets of acid-green blood dripping from the wound and dissolving the stone below. His empty eyes looked at the center of his claw and Giratina stomped her legs before roaring her challenge at him.

You are no god! she screamed, her eyes glowing like small stars. I will rend you apart for touching me!

The Alpha’s gaze shifted from his claw to her as he dipped it into the lava. Slowly, he reared back and brought more of his body out of the lava. His neck went on for a few more meters until his hulking barrel sprouted from the magma, the glowing lines becoming thicker and brighter toward his chest. Two muscular legs flexed scythe-like claws on his digits, perfectly complimenting his wings. Their full span hid the dome’s walls from her vision. If he hadn’t treated her like a fool, she might have found him rather impressive.

“No dragon has struck me like that and lived,” he said, his tone cold. “First, I will tear off those claws of yours; then, I will teach you to give me the respect I deserve. Only when you have learned your place will you then be honored with bearing my offspring until the day you die.”

Giratina glared back at him, her stance solid and her gaze murderous.

And I will hang your skull on the cavern entrance when I kill you.

Author's Notes:

Sorry this is taking its time, everybody! Comet and I both have multiple projects going on at the moment, most of them large-scale and/or continuous with other writers as well.