It was an average day for the Sacred Ones. They were busy as usual, tending to their home. The Sacred Ones were the pokèmon Clefairy, Clefable, Jigglypuff and Wigglytuff. They sang to honour their planet, Moon Stone. But in the cavern events were different.
Singer Cleferan was in deep sleep, speaking to Moon Stone. It may be strange to some, that a planet could be sentient, but Moon Stone was. And it spoke.
I am changing. I hold a power. But the power will not be held. It wants to escape. I can not keep it longer. You must leave. I will spin off the temple mountain, you will travel in them, you will find a home. Do not leave the others. They may not hold me sacred, but they are my children. Take them, but not inside. They will travel in a bubble. You will see. Leave the temple mountain, I will free it, and be ready. Sing, and I will tell you when you must go.

Singer Cleferan awoke. Strange words, had Moon Stone spoken. But we will heed. Singer Cleferan sent a signal, and left the mountain. It was a thing never before done, at least for Singer Cleferan. Everything was changing, and it was reluctantly said for the good.

Jigglyala was a young pokèmon, not yet permitted even in the outer skirts of the temple mountain. Soon, though, soon she would have free run of it. But for now Jigglyala watched. Moon Stone was doing strange things, the temple mountain was squirming. Jigglyala’s quick eyes saw a growing buldge, and as it grew, Jigglyala began to be able to see right through it! And thne, it stopped. With an extra wriggle, the temple mountain popped from Moon Stone, and sat.

Singer Cleferan sang, and the Sacred Ones did. They gathered through the entrance and into the temple mountain. It hurt Singer Cleferan, to see traditions broken. It hurt even more that the others were in a part of Moon Stone. Times are changing, the thought echoed. But for the good?

Jigglyala was excited. A mere Jigglypuff, and deep in the mountain. A mere young Jigglypuff. She found herself one of those clear holes, and peeked out. The land was almost empty, and Jigglyala saw the sea bubbling. Moon Stone’s tears. And she saw Singer Cleferan, alone. The Singer was not coming. His knowledge had been passed down, and Singer Cleferan would not come. He had devoted his life to Moon Stone, and would remain. Jigglyala could not think why, but then, a young one was she.

It is time. The massive voice echoed, and it filled Jigglyala with a sort of fear, but yet filled with hope and other tinges of feeling. She was lucky, Jigglyala thought, she had a ‘Window’ spot. ‘Window’ was the word the new Singer had given the clear holes. And Jigglyala almost wished she hadn’t looked.
The temple mountain pushed up, driven by a bubbling red liquid that sprang and bubbled from Moon Stone. Jigglyala ached, but forced her eyes to watch. Rocks, red stuff, lava she remembered, launched away from Moon Stone, and the temple mountain hurtled through the broken atmosphere. Suddenly, Moon Stone was gone, and space was filled with rocky pieces. But Jigglyala ignored them. Right where the center of Moon Stone should’ve been, was a glowing creature.