Welcome to Gaia! ::

Everything is dark, but you feel safe surrounded by the darkness of the manor you have resided in for several centuries. It all changes when out of the blue, someone plucks you and whisks you away from the comfort of your resting place. All sorts of odd contraptions try to poke you awake from your half asleep state and you aren't very pleased about it. It's too early to wake up.

There is a lapse in time when they stop bothering you completely. You thought you could finally sleep again...until you realize you no longer feel the natural waves of Unova's environment. It's changed into something different. Something foreign. It doesn't feel right. Still, you are too tired to wake up so you try your best to ignore it.

Until a child's voice reaches out to you from your slumber. "You seem lonely..."

Then you realize: yes. You were lonely. You could no longer feel the comforting auras of your friends that visited you occasionally in your long slumber. You were no longer in the quiet darkness of your domain. You finally decide to see what is going on - enough is enough.

Transforming back from your rock form and normal form left you a bit stiff, yet feeling a lot more free than you were the past 900 years. You try to open your eyes but glaring bright lights blind your maladjusted eyes. You hear gasps around you.

"It's a Jirachi!"

"Whoa, never seen one of those before! Did it really come from that rock?"

"Quick, catch it!"

A ball strikes your head and before you know it, you are sucked into a dark but even more uncomfortable and unfamiliar place. You don't like it at all and struggle to escape - which you do. When you finally meet those accursed bright lights again, you unleash a powerful psychic attack to hopefully keep those attackers at bay. There are several satisfying thuds and you float away from the light to get a better view of your surroundings.

There are unfamiliar faces...humans...that are gawking at you. You see in their hands those spherical devices that had tried to constrain you before. You decide you didn't like the pokeballs. You especially did not like how those humans were looking at you with somewhat crazed looks. All you want is to be back at your homeland. To return to your manor where humans never dared step foot upon during your time awake.

You made a wish: "I want my home!"

You release all your stress, anger, and confusion in that one wish. The belly on your eye snaps open in response and you start to wonder if that's supposed to happen.

Suddenly, you feel very tired like all your energy is being drained. At the same time, you feel a new source of energy - an energy much like your own: The accumulated energy from the dreams of humans and pokemon. You reach for this source of strength. You need this energy - for the sake of your own dream. A mist begins to form around you and soon spreads throughout the building and eventually throughout Zatao. It is a symbol of your influence - a mist generated from your own dreams fueled by your newfound power.

For the first time in a long while, you feel like you are in control again. Everything that was not part of your home - those pesky humans, those too-bright lights - simply disappears into the mist and never reappears. Just as you wished. They are erased from existence because "humans" are not a part of your definition of "home." Then, images of your best friends - the native pokemon around your manor - come to life from the fossils around you. They first began as vague forms made from your mist of dreams and began to solidify to become as life like as any other pokemon in the region. Finally, you will your surroundings to change back to how they have always been. Who needed a port city when you could have a giant manor instead?"