I collapse,
Breathe short, heart pounding.
This is it.
My relentless pursuers will soon catch up.
These cruel ghosts
Born of darkness
Have been forced upon me
By the nature of this dark world,
By their master,
Primal Dialga.
"Heeheehee!"
Snickers warn me of their approach,
But I am too weak to fight,
Too weak even to move,
Like a carcass ravaged by vultures.
I force my eyes to stay open,
Replacing my gray surroundings with life.
The sun rising, the ocean flowing
Time finally restored.
My vision is shattered by my adversaries.
They creep up
Savoring the kill.
I brace myself for death.
Only to see a…
Human?
She fights them off.
How, I know not.
She possesses incredible skills,
And I know this was destined.
She turns to me, enemies vanquished
And says,
"I'm Ivy. It's nice to meet you, Treeco."