Foreword: This is a rewrite of something I wrote awhile back. Quite possibly my greatest single tragedy, at the time it was first posted, it was rated m for lemons, but now in a rewrite I have decided to remove the lemons because it detracts from the plot. Enjoy

Disclaimer: I don't own pokemon.

Chaos, pure chaos, the very essence of life. Life was all around me, but in me there was a void. A lack of life. A void caused by thousands of years of solitude. Absolute, mind numbing, unbearable solitude. To prideful for suicide, to depressed for peace. I am a void. A void of emotions, my senses remind me all to well that I am still alive in the flesh, but to internal feelings I am numb.

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Giratina sighed as he layed his head back. Such poetic speech was the only thing that kept him from going insane. Not that it succeeded, as he already had brief moments of insanity, but it kept his mind from bring permanently lost. Some days he questioned if his mind had already fallen victim to the ravages of his prison. They put him here to keep the world safe, to protect people from his violent streak. What they didn't realize is that, it only made things worse.

Gone was the admittedly mildly sociopathic near deity, replaced by the insane hermit forced to be alone. Many times he had contemplated escape, but he was nowhere near ready yet. Soon, maybe he would be strong enough to challenge her. Or maybe he never would. That very thought had driven him to another potential method of death. Suicide. Perhaps in the cruelest decision he learned that he was unable to take his own life.

Unable to do anything else he turned to the one thing he looked for in the world. She was his inspiration to conquer. He was not driven by love however, but by pure rage. The maniacal desire to see her head leave her shoulders. He had lived her once, but that time had passed. Or had it? He questioned. Perhaps, he could forgive and move on. It doesn't matter much as neither choice is avaliable in this realm. Once he found reprieve then possibly, he might reconsider, but now all he had driving him was rage.

Somedays I believe I am very much insane, some days not so much. It feels add though I have no control over my thoughts, and I am met with the desire to kill. I only hope that if rescue ever comes, it arrives on a day of sanity. I fear that in madness I may kill myself or worse others. That may be my greatest fear. It wasn't even a concern when I came into this damned land, but after the years I have spent in this abyss I find myself more concerned for others then myself.

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The madness has spread surprisingly fast recently. The days when it can be fought off are becoming progressively harder to find. If help doesn't come soon then my mind could be lost for all eternity. At this point I am losing all hope of ever being freed from my prison, as much physical as mental.

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Giratina stood and paced around his immediete area, in a failed attempt to keep the demons at bay. They were not so easily denied however, and he began to glow. When it faded after a few minutes his legs were gone and his wings had become tentacles. Gone was rationale thought and in was untamed dark instincts to kill and maim. With a blood curdling scream he flew or across of the distortion world in search of nonexistent prey.

I felt something today. Almost like someone entering my realm, then leaving. Does this mean there is a chance for my escape? Maybe even rescue. I can't risk the second. I have to find the entrance they used, and fight my way out. I can't stand it any more. This world may have finally driven me insane, but I still have to find a way out.

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Giratina rose from his dwelling, once again in altered form to seek his exit. He had to find it before he lost control again. If he changed into that monster his odds of locating the exit went down dramatically, and if he did find it woe be to whatever is on the other side. There is no way that he was going to let himself lose control.

After several hours of searching and several internal debates, the exit was finally found. At last the chains bind no more. It looked so beautiful to Giratina, and how could it not? After uncountable years he was finally free. Chaos had given way to order.

Freedom! The joy I feel to finally be free it is a far more intense feeling than anything I have ever experienced. To know that I am not bound by the restrictions of solitude anymore had put my mind at ease. Unfortunately, joy must be tempered by caution. I must not be found out so I must remain alone.

Entry 1

Giratina stared longingly towards the other pokemon in living amongst each other. They had friends they could talk to and laugh with, while he had nothing save his mind. It was simply to risky to go converse. The appereance of a legendary rarely goes unnoticed, and he couldn't stand to return to that place.

My escape is possibly the greatest irony in history. I escape from absolute isolation only to be in a forced isolation. My caution is killing my mind. My insanity had returned much stronger than before. I fear that with actual targets around I may kill many in a fit of madness. No wait! I feel it coming on now. No!

Entry 2

"No don't let this happen to me now!" Giratina yelled as much against his will began to glow white. Only a few seconds later he appeared in his origin form, and with w deadly intent left to wreak havoc on the innocent pokemon in the area.

AN: This is a much larger departure then I had been intending, but I feel that this one is going to be a major improvement its predecessor. Anyways, at this point I am looking at two to three chapters before I wrap this one up. If you like it, go ahead and review with comments and ideas for the next story. I will more than likely do a M rated one next.