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Description
- Number: 125
- Global Number: 390
- Generation: Third
- Condition: Normal
- Rarity: Common
- Name: Sonelec
- Gender: Male
- Type: Electric

In a vibrant world where the skies were an endless expanse of azure and the fields stretched out like a patchwork quilt of greens and golds, there was a creature known as Zephyrion. He was unique among the inhabitants of this colorful realm, a being whose very essence was intertwined with the elements of air and light.
Zephyrion's appearance was as striking as the first rays of dawn. His body was coated in a soft fur of purest white and brilliant yellow, echoing the sun's own palette. His spines, a dramatic array of white and sapphire, mirrored the clear sky and the cresting waves of the ocean. His eyes, a gentle and soothing blue, held the tranquility of the clear sky on a perfect summer day. The swift blue boots that adorned his feet were gifts from the swift river spirits, enchanting his every step with the speed of rushing waters.
Legend has it that Zephyrion was born from a union of the wind and the sunbeam. His first breath was a gust of wind, and his first cry was a beam of light. As he grew, so did his connection with the skies. He could race alongside the wind, swift as thought, and leap into the air as if taking flight without ever leaving the ground.
The creatures of the field loved Zephyrion, for he brought with him the playful breeze and the warmth of sunlight. He would spend his days racing the butterflies and making the flowers sway in his windy wake. Farmers welcomed him to their fields, for his presence alone would pollinate a whole season's worth of crops, and his light would energize the plants to grow with vigor.
Yet for all the joy Zephyrion brought, he harbored a silent sorrow. He yearned to truly fly, to soar amongst the clouds and beyond the horizon where the earth kissed the sky. His spines, the sails to his wind, could only lift him for moments, but the freedom of the skies eluded him.
One fateful day, as Zephyrion sat upon the highest hill watching the birds weave through the heavens, an ancient spirit of the air descended upon him. The spirit had watched Zephyrion since he was a mere spark of light and a whisper of wind, and it spoke of a prophecy. Zephyrion was destined to bridge the realms of earth and sky, to become a guardian of the winds and a bringer of light.
The spirit granted Zephyrion a gift—a pair of ethereal wings, invisible to the eye but as strong as the mightiest gales. With these wings, Zephyrion could finally embrace the sky, his true home. As he ascended, his spines caught the sunlight, scattering it in a kaleidoscope of colors across the land below.
Zephyrion became a legend, the embodiment of the wind's freedom and the sunbeam's journey. His story was one of hope, a reminder that even the earthbound can find their place among the stars. To this day, when the wind carries warmth and the light dances through the sky, the people look up and whisper thanks to Zephyrion, the gentle guardian of the breeze and the bearer of the sun's boundless joy.

Description
- Number: 125
- Global Number: 390
- Generation: Third
- Condition: Normal
- Rarity: Common
- Name: Sonelec
- Gender: Male
- Type: Electric

In a vibrant world where the skies were an endless expanse of azure and the fields stretched out like a patchwork quilt of greens and golds, there was a creature known as Zephyrion. He was unique among the inhabitants of this colorful realm, a being whose very essence was intertwined with the elements of air and light.
Zephyrion's appearance was as striking as the first rays of dawn. His body was coated in a soft fur of purest white and brilliant yellow, echoing the sun's own palette. His spines, a dramatic array of white and sapphire, mirrored the clear sky and the cresting waves of the ocean. His eyes, a gentle and soothing blue, held the tranquility of the clear sky on a perfect summer day. The swift blue boots that adorned his feet were gifts from the swift river spirits, enchanting his every step with the speed of rushing waters.
Legend has it that Zephyrion was born from a union of the wind and the sunbeam. His first breath was a gust of wind, and his first cry was a beam of light. As he grew, so did his connection with the skies. He could race alongside the wind, swift as thought, and leap into the air as if taking flight without ever leaving the ground.
The creatures of the field loved Zephyrion, for he brought with him the playful breeze and the warmth of sunlight. He would spend his days racing the butterflies and making the flowers sway in his windy wake. Farmers welcomed him to their fields, for his presence alone would pollinate a whole season's worth of crops, and his light would energize the plants to grow with vigor.
Yet for all the joy Zephyrion brought, he harbored a silent sorrow. He yearned to truly fly, to soar amongst the clouds and beyond the horizon where the earth kissed the sky. His spines, the sails to his wind, could only lift him for moments, but the freedom of the skies eluded him.
One fateful day, as Zephyrion sat upon the highest hill watching the birds weave through the heavens, an ancient spirit of the air descended upon him. The spirit had watched Zephyrion since he was a mere spark of light and a whisper of wind, and it spoke of a prophecy. Zephyrion was destined to bridge the realms of earth and sky, to become a guardian of the winds and a bringer of light.
The spirit granted Zephyrion a gift—a pair of ethereal wings, invisible to the eye but as strong as the mightiest gales. With these wings, Zephyrion could finally embrace the sky, his true home. As he ascended, his spines caught the sunlight, scattering it in a kaleidoscope of colors across the land below.
Zephyrion became a legend, the embodiment of the wind's freedom and the sunbeam's journey. His story was one of hope, a reminder that even the earthbound can find their place among the stars. To this day, when the wind carries warmth and the light dances through the sky, the people look up and whisper thanks to Zephyrion, the gentle guardian of the breeze and the bearer of the sun's boundless joy.