Yanmega was the fastest flyer in all of Sinnoh. Everyone knew this and they would be happy for Yanmega, were it not that he was very smug about it. He often challenged other Pokémon to a race, and he won everytime, for about halfway, his Speed Boost would kick in. Thanks to this trump card, he even beat several Ninjasks. Never in his live had he lost, and everyone had to hear it every day.
One day, Yanma was sick of it. He said to Yanmega: "I have had it with your 'Blah blah blah' about you being all that fast. There are more important things in life!" "Are there now, little fella?" Yanmega replied, feigning kindness. But then his expression changed, and he and at the little Yanma he snapped: "I'll have you know that I am the greatest creature Mother Nature has ever made!" The brave little Yanma took a step back, but the sudden explosion of Yanmega did not scare him. "Oh, really now? Would you like to prove it? We are racing from the Survival Area to the Resort Area." "No, we are not", said the Yanmega, "You might hurt yourself!" He started laughing. But Yanma said, smiling: "I'd worry about myself if I were you..." "That does it!" Yanmega yelled, his voice breaking. "I will see you toworrow at sunrise at the Survival Area!"
At sundawn, the next day, the two dragonflies stood at ready. Yanma looked at Yanmega, but he raised his head, his eyes closed, as if Yanma was not worth looking at. The little Yanma sighed and pointed his view at the Kricketune in front of him and his opponent. When he knew both contestants were paying attention, the Kricketune started counting down from three. Then he shouted 'Go!' and the two winged bugs took off.
Yanmega speeded over the water, evading rocks pointing out of the water surface. Every now and then he looked behind him, and everytime, he was surprised to find Yanma almost being able to touch his tail. This continued until route 228 came in sight. Yanmega knew that Speed Boost would kick in soon, and that the difference in speed between him and that little brat would become bigger and bigger. Happy about this fact, he started accelerating. Looking behind him, he realised that Yanma was now further behind him than he had predicted him to be at this point in the race. Even happier about this, he continued into the desert, not suspecting a thing.
Yanmega fley staight into the desert. There was some wind, picking up sand and throwing it in Yanmega's eyes, causing them to tear. Yanmega proceeded deeper and deeper into the desert, his eyes red, only slightly able to see. The longer he was flying, the faster he was going and the stronger the wind was blowing.
Yanmega's whole body was aching, he could not see because of all the sand being pumped into his eyes by the wind. He had not the slightest idea of where the little Yanma was; the brat probably went back after he got so far behind Yanmega he couldn't catch up to him in a lifetime. Also, Yanmega thought, he couldn't survive three minutes in a desert like this. Only then it came to his mind that he himself might be in trouble if he would not leave the desert quickly. He speeded up again, reaching his highest potential speed. He wanted to finish; he wanted to beat Yanma. The sand seemed to be scraping off his exoskeleton and making holes in his eyes, like bullets piercing them.
Suddenly, Yanmega felt a sharp pain in his wing, like it was clipped by the sand; next thing he knew, his head hit something big. Dizzy from the collision and in severe pain caused by the sand, he felt so much self-pity he wished he had never been born. But he kept flying, because despite all this, he wanted to prove to Yanma he was a winner. He would cross a desert where that arrogant unevolved child would turn back. Slowly but surely, the strain on his body and eyes began to lessen. The sandstorm was ending, and the finish line was within sight. Yanmega decreased his speed, because he, the king, would stay unbeaten. After a long battle, he finally crossed the finish.
After Yanmega, the winner, sat down, a Nincada asked: "Where is Yanma?" Yanmega, still exhausted and in pain, replied: "He probably went back. That sandstorm was insane. He'll be here any minute with the others who watched us start the race at the Survival Area."
But when the others came, Yanma was not with them. Most figured he had lost consciousness in the sandstorm, and a rescue action was being prepared, just when a dot appeared at the horizon. It was Yanma, coming from the desert. After the initial shock, Yanmega felt like he had to congratulate Yanma for making it through the course safely. After he was told he lost miserably, naturally. No reason not to be smug about it, Yanmega thought.
But when Yanma came closer, he turned out to be unharmed; the sandstorm had not left its signature on Yanma's skin and eyes. Yanmega felt a rage coming up; how was it possible Yanma did not have to go through such things? Yanmega cried: "Why are you not harmed?" But Yanma only smiled. Seeing this, Yanmega shouted: "It does not matter! I have won the race! I am superior!" Yanma's smile became bigger, and he asked: "Are you really now?" Upon hearing this, Yanmega really felt how much his body was aching; his skin, his irritated eyes, his wings and his head. Suddenly, he collapsed to the ground, losing consciousness, the way he imagined Yanma collapsing in the desert when he heared he did not return.
When Yanmega came by, Yanma stood next to him. "I feel sorry for you", he said. "Your every wing movement will hurt you for the rest of your life. You will never race again. I truly feel sorry for you. I didn't expect you would be hurt this badly." "You knew what dangers we would have to go through?" Yanmega asked, confused and still in pain. "What you were going to have to go through. Why do you think I couldn't keep up to you? My Compound Eyes were activating, not my Speed Boost. Because I was flying more slowly than you, the sandstorm hit me less hard than it hit you. I was able to see with my Compound Eyes, so I kept looking for roads where the sandstorm was only slight. I planned this all far ahead to teach you a lesson, and I am sorry." "What do you think I learned this way?" Yanmega inquired angrily. "Sadly, nothing. I hoped you would place your survival instinct above your desire to win. But no, you kept flying, even though you hit your head. If you were not such a strong individual, you would have died after that. Strong, yes, but for the wrong reasons." Yanma concluded.