“Poor Yveltal, it must get a bad reputation” you murmured as your starter (froakie, chespin, fennekin, ect.) nodded in agreement. You kept walking down the halls and passageways until you reached a larger room filled with broken machinery, furniture and wreckage of walls and ceilings. A large gaping hole in the ceiling indicated something blasted through it. The room was cold and gave you a feeling you were being watched.
You froze as you heard a low groan. You turned to see none other than a large pair of ice blue eyes staring down at you from a smoky black and blood red body. Yveltal was staring at you, feet from you.
“Oh crap….” You murmured as Yveltal opened its wings and