The war versus the legendaries started many decades before I was born. How many decades it was, I am not sure. The nearest I can think of is about forty to seventy years before my birth, a whole generation I think. History is not my strong point, never was. That is not my fault. It has destroyed almost all historical items and things like that when I was young, too young to understand war and death.

I was to young to know what war truly was, but eventually I got to learn like almost everybody else. I think of that as the day I lost my innocence. I was older then, not old enough to fight, but that doesn't mean I was not selected to fight.

I was saddened when the letter came. It scared my entire family so much my mom fainted! I also know child soldiers are bad, and I had heard so many bad things about this war. You can't say no either, if I tried I would be forced to go anyway, kidnapped from my home.

Desperate times call for troops to battle, so I was forced to fight a hopeless war. The war, often called the Death War, ended the lives of many famous and powerful Pokémon. Only some of the famous fatalities include Stilio the Treecko, Raian the Lucario, Flame the Quilava, Squirt the Osshawatt, team ACT, Team Pokémon, and many many more.

Those are the names that stand out in the crowd of famous deaths. Raian was known for his never give up attitude. It was reported that he had given up a short time before he died. Stilio and his friends were known for their belief in hope, and I heard their hope was crushed when or right before they were crushed by Groudon. Team ACT didn't stand a chance against Groudon and Mewtwo at the same time.

Team Pokémon, one of the strongest teams in existence, were quickly gone when they had to fight most legendaries at once. I wasn't looking forward the war. What could I possibly do? I was only a Squirtle! I knew I would die, but I hoped it would not be painful or slow, or both. I knew it was hopeless, but we had to keep fighting for our lives. The legendary Pokémon wanted to rid the world of all Pokémon because everyone was to evil, or something like that.

I remember training being brutal, but nothing like the war itself. I was only trained for a short time when I was quickly sent to the battlefield. When we were marching to the battlefield, nobody was happy, seriousness reigned. Everyone had grim faces and little to no expressions. This was likely to try and conceal the fear everyone was feeling, not just me.

We eventually got there, and we stood there and stared at each other. I found myself shocked because there were smaller legendary Pokémon, Legendary Pokémon children. They had lack of troops, but the legendaries didn't have a bunch of troops to begin with.

They were making their children fight in the war. It made me sick, sick to see both sides desperately trying to win a war that has no winning side. There are reasons for saying this. If we had defeated the legendary Pokémon we would have lost many people, if they had won there would have been no more common Pokémon, a barren land left after a ravage war. I was angry at how things were. I was fuming mad.

I kept my face blank however as I heard both generals yell "Charge!" Everyone charged at each other. I could say it was bad, that it was terrible. That would be an understatement. It was chaos, absolute chaos. Ice and other kinds of beams were getting launched wildly, groans of dying Pokémon could be heard around the battlefield.

Rocks and dirt flew flew the air as Pokémon attacked each other, fighting for there lives. Smoke screens and smog filled the area, poisoning enemies and allies alike. A massive bolt of lightning came down, leaving a broken circle of a crater 3 feet in diameter.

It was brutal to say the least. It was murder to describe it more accurately. It was nothing but murder, death and destruction. I was not ready for the harshness, even though I had heard how bad it was. I had known it would be terrible from the moment I was old enough to understand. I was a kid in a war, unprepared for the harshness of what lethal combat between creatures was.

I was a kid that had been taken to an unfamilier place to fight in a war that seemed hopeless from the start. I knew what I had to do. I closed my eyes shut as I started running. I wanted to live, I wanted to see another sunrise and sunset. Keep on living, or self preservation, that is a primal instinct within all. I was deserting and not looking back.

I had to live, my life would not end so soon! I ran around, looking for an opening. It was not to hard as the lines were badly broken. I managed to find one where I would not be noticed easily and started running. I ran and ran, not looking back. A few tears flew from my eyes in anger and sadness as I ran.

This certainly saved my life, because from what I heard there was a 100% casuality rate for that battle. It was called the battle of Bloody Fields as it was the worst battle yet for both sides. Thinking back, I don't know what happened to my family. I missed my family and friends without thinking of it much, but I had to keep running.

I knew I could not stop or I would have to face war again. I couldn't stop for a break, I had to live on my own and keep going. There was not a place on the world I could hide, not even in mystery dungeons. If I wanted to live I had to keep quiet, live low until the war's end or my death. I did not think that it would end before I died of old age.

I did not know what I would do, I did not know where I could go. I didn't have much hope, the situation seemed hopeless. I was lot in a maze that I could not get out of, lost in the maze of life. However, I quickly found the path. I found the path to the war's end. I found the path to inner strength. I found the path to happiness, and I found the path to hope.