There was a kind of bad luck in this world called Lugia.
This mysterious incarnation of ocean currents had probably never imagined that it would be captured by a group of humans, then experimented on and physically altered.
At first, Lugia had been furious. It had finally awakened from its long slumber and escaped the endless seafloor, intending to build a nest on land and experience the nature of the present age.
Why the hell had waves of humans and Pokémon appeared to attack it?
If it had not confirmed that the island where it was building its nest was uninhabited, it would have thought it had occupied someone else's territory.
But later, Lugia could not help but wonder.
Was this its fate?
As a Psychic- and Flying-type Pokémon with a long lifespan, Lugia believed in destiny. Just as it had been born from ocean currents and possessed power so immense that it had needed to sleep.
After sleeping for centuries, it had suddenly awakened at this time, suddenly wanted to build a nest on land, and suddenly been discovered.
It had even suddenly been attacked, captured, and altered.
Something inside its body was gradually disappearing as well...
Lugia did not fear death. Its long life had made it indifferent to death, and after learning that even if it died or vanished from this world, the world would nurture a new "it"...
Death, something every living creature feared, could no longer harm it.
That allowed Lugia to face calamity calmly, doing and saying nothing. Like an observer detached from the world, it allowed those humans to do as they pleased with its body.
Even when its form began to change, Lugia found it quite novel.
Though that novelty would soon disappear too.
Now, perhaps only its curiosity about the world