Disturb not the harmony of fire, ice, and lightning, lest these Titans wreak destruction upon the world in which they clash. Though the water's great guardian shall arise to quell the fighting, alone it's song will fail, and thus the earth shall turn to ash. O Chosen One, into thine hands bring together all three. Their treasures combined tame the beast of the sea.

The moon was full in the sky; it's light casting a silvery glow against wreckage of the once majestic orbicular contraption. It was now garbage, nothing but worthless scraps of metal and wood protruding from mountainous expanses of debris and ash.

One man stood amidst it all, motionless as he stared out into the rolling waves of the ocean beyond. He wasn't sure how to feel, his face an expressionless mask that gave away nothing as embers rained down around him.

It was gone.

Everything he had ever worked for—ruined.

His entire body was numb.

There was nothing left.

But then, something in the destruction caught his eye, sparkling ominously beneath the stars, and he bent to retrieve it, eying the card with an apathetic face.

Mew.

His mind flashed back to hours prior, when those children and that trio of thieves were aboard his ship. Before he had lost everything.

"I had started with a mere Mew card." He had told them, "And now I have all this."

His body began to thaw, his voice a mere whisper against the wind.

"How it all began...and how it will begin...again."

A/n: this was something I was just toying with since I have severe writer's block on my other stories and seems to help.

Frankly, I never understood why the collector never made another appearance considering his final words in Pokemon the movie 200, so this story is pretty much an interpretation of how I imagined it would all go down. (plus a few extra characters)

Please review your thoughts, I eager to know what you all think :)