Run.
The top has my destiny.
This monument which towers above the entire region.
Maybe I'll see my house far back in my hometown.
A quake.
A sign of awakening. The forceful summoning of two deities who would rather slumber in their seperate confines than be used to destroy what has managed to be maintained through the slumbering peace.
Something is happening at the top though.
Has one been successfully awakened? Have they been tamed?
Climb.
Not long until the next one awakens.
You are sure proud of yourself for awakening a mythical Pokemon that can mold the land to its tamer's ideals.
You look rather crazed as you expect my presence to do something.
But nothing happens.
I chase you to the Champion. And farther still I must climb.
There is a different blue in your eyes. One that will surely be my downfall.
Yet I persisted.
Perhaps because I know we are two halves of one being and should never be separated. Perhaps because you were the one who identified me as your equal, and I wanted to show I was no mere equal.
I wanted to show I was better.
I proved myself. Against you and against your father who was using you as a puppet king.
But you broke through your strings and flew off.
So I was left, dangling from my own strings. Newly crowned champion of my home. Hero to those who knew that pokemon and humanity had chosen long ago to stay together through thick and thin.
The puppet queen with no one to rule with.
So I went to Castelia.
In the hidden park is where I decided a nap was in order.
My pokemon had long ago been released.
So I slept eternally, recovering from falling from such a high perch I had climbed to.
replaying the gen V pokemon games while listening to colUors and mayhem: Universe A is a bad idea that i recommend to everyone.