A furious force of destruction that's as deadly as it is beautiful.
Hungry flames towered above Winnie as they consumed everything around her. This scene was so familiar to the little Wooper, but every time it replayed in her mind it became more and more painful. Winnie was unable to move, her legs numb as the smell of her burning blue hair reeked throughout the remains of her house. This putrid odor, though, was nothing compared to the stinging stench of blood from outside. The fire devoured every house in the her village, the light chasing away the night's darkness. The orange glow glittered on fresh maroon bloodstains, the screams of villagers being slaughtered echoed across the empty valley. Winnie struggled to move as her lungs filled with smoke and her throat getting dryer by the second. Her tear filled eyes looked out into the town square as mysteriously Pokémon killed anything that moved and stole anything the shone. Yet Winnie's eyes were glued to the silhouette of