Pokemon is not mine
I could feel my inner fire burning out.
I am dying.
It seems that my thousand years of time upon this land is up.
It is time I set off to another place.
To a place where beings go when they died.
I do not want to go there.
Yet I had longed for it at times, but always turned away at the last moment.
I was afraid.
Afraid of what death will bring me.
There was little that I had learned about death.
In fact, I had learnt nothing about it.
Thus, I fear it.
I fear the unknown.
I do not like the feeling of knowing nothing.
It makes me feel weak, helpless and inferior.
That was the reason why I had sought knowledge.
Knowledge makes me feel secure.
But now I am soon going to a place where I fear.
I wonder what other people feel when they die.
When my first human died, she told me that I was her best friend and not to be sad for her, after all, she is going to meet her mother soon.
Her mother.
At least she had her mother to look forward to when she die.
But I do not even remember what my mother name is.
I know nothing about her.
Time had erased my memories of her.
That is the effect of time.
Time changes everything.
There was nothing that did not eventually succumb to it.
It was too powerful, although you might not realize it at first.
You might think of it just another insignificant thing.
But, even now, it is changing you, so subtly that you did not notice it.
Time could make me die, even when a hydro blast of a blastoise failed to do so.
In fact, time is working its power in me now.
My inner fire is slowly burning out.
But I do not want to die.
I want to know more of death.
More of my mother.
More of time.
I want to gain more knowledge.
Just a few hours ago, I thought I knew everything.
But now, I realized that I had much to learn.
How ironic.
I realized this when I could no longer learn.
I don't have much time left.
I am dying.
Astriel the Ninetales is dying.
The end.