I never thought I would become a hero. Part hero, the true hero was my partner, no matter what the guild says. My partner was the one who made me strong. My partner was always, always, there for me. People seem to have forgotten that the hero wasn't only me; the true heroes were Grovyle, Celebi, and my friend.
I miss them. I wonder how they are doing especially with the future gone. The event was a few months back, but it brings tears to my eyes every time. The beach I am currently standing on is not helping my nerves. I wonder if they even have the ability to watch me and the guild. Probably not, being a future pokemon catches many paradoxes when time is changed.
The tears would keep coming back. I wiped them again and again, only to return into a whimpering mess. My vision blurred into the colors of the sky and ocean.
My feet didn't want to move. Try as I might, it stilled. I felt heavy. Was this feeling the same when they disappeared? No, I get a feeling it was much worse than this. Then, ever-so-elegantly, I fell unto the sand.
Beautiful is the sun that was setting beyond the calm sea, coloring of the sky a hearty red and orange. Beautiful are the bubbles that reflected the light that seemed to burst into tiny droplets. Calm is the area pertaining to all of these events. This might be was Dialga meant by world peace, but peace was impossible. I couldn't even have peace of mind getting back to the guild, keeping up a façade of smiles and cheers for tears and promises that could never be. Horrid are the things that are never true.
"Where are you now?"
An empty voice whispered on the beach. It took me a second to realize that was my hoarse voice, shaky and weak. I could weep for years if it weren't being an explorer. I suppose that's a good and a bad thing altogether. I could keep my thoughts off of my partner, the past, the unwritten future, and any problem that would be depressing. I was truly the hero in those requests.
The guild understood my sorrow, still the training was rigorous. The pushed me the same as before, maybe harder. I think it was hard because my partner wasn't there anymore, but we were the best exploration team I could name from my mind, and I will hold up to our team's name forever. We soared through the ranks like it was nothing. All the missions gave a challenge; nothing we couldn't beat while we were together. Now, we're not. Chatot is forcing me to take a break. I've been doing well on my missions. Did I let my façade slip? I've been doing missions for months, and only now Chatot gives me a break! I needed it. The choices were either him scolding me or letting me be.
Months, I told our story for months. I still am. Your courageous acts, dimensional scream, the truth about Dusknoir, time gears, Grovyle, Celebi, the Hidden Land, and everything I could fit in the incredulous story. Pokemon believed, some were more tentative than others, but it's my reactions to telling them everything, or so says Bidoof.
I heard the story sometimes when I wasn't telling it. I had to stop myself from guffawing on how some of the other apprentices would exaggerate our actions, how they seemed to make us so intimidatingly cool. Those are hyperboles, but I didn't want to be rude. That is only one side of the storytelling.
I detest the other side of how others would tell the story. I hear nothing about my partner, or Grovyle, or Dusknoir, or Celebi. I hear how I was the hero of time and found out that the time gears needed to be put back to Temporal Tower through books. Going up to the teller of the story and telling them politely that their version was incorrect took all my willpower not to attack them. This was ridiculous! I was the one who experienced it! They know next to nothing from what actually transpired. It wasn't just me! They should know that. I tried to stay calm while I was retelling the story that had the real heroes. I was fuming on the inside.
No one interjected when I was telling the story that time. They know they had no say that I couldn't tell the right one, especially when my heart ached with all the words I had to say.
There was another time I told the story. Someone had the gall to say that they never heard of my partner. I was infuriated, but I replied under a mask of peace that I had a partner. The pokemon continued to intervene with the story every time he found something contradictory. I was growing impatient with this pokemon until he hit the cord with "I never heard of Grovyle." I could understand if the pokemon had no knowledge about our exploration team, but this was Grovyle. Grovyle the Thief who stole time gears that froze the plains that sheltered them. The thief turned hero.
I lashed out on the pokemon. I admit I was at fault, but that pokemon wasn't a good listener if he kept interjecting into the story. He told him he never heard of Grovyle or Dusknoir! How is that even possible? They made a grand reputation in the past; it was just improbable to ever hear that. The pokemon ran off. I guess I was scary because I could see the crowd moving away from me slowly. I had to give out my reason for my actions and continued the story with an empty heart.
As time went on, pokemon from many places of the world heard the story. Knowing that made me so glad until I realized it was the incorrect version of the story. The guild knew of the predicament and tried to counter it. They knew of the true story without faux pas. No one believed us this time.
The pokemon would hail me as a hero before I went incognito with the help from the guild. I went under a different alias for a time just so the questions would quiet down and not many would inquire for my services. I tried. I desperately tried to tell them the truth. They believed, but for a moment, then they would only talk about the other version. I just told them loud and clear! Do I need Loudred to echo it across the whole world for it to finally get through to their dense brains?
The guild seemed to be slipping away from the grasp of knowing which story was real. Chatot belittled me one day, saying I was delusional and should take the credit. Sunflora was skeptical to my words. Bidoof tried to convince me that I was the only one who joined the guild at the time. I felt betrayed. The guild housed me and my partner, shouldn't they remember? The only one who didn't let a word about his standing was Wigglytuff. I don't know what he's thinking with just a look.
I was losing hope that no one would remember the deeds we did as a team. I didn't save the world on my own, I was the helper.
In Treasure Town today, I heard someone tell the story once again. I believed the teller was going to choose the wrong version to say. I was planning to leave until the pokemon said something that made the gears in my brain have a revelation that the pokemon knew what it was talking about.
A smile graced my mouth, and I decided to look through the crowd. That took my gratitude to the real story to worry for the storyteller. I wanted to shout and tell the crowd of various pokemon that this was the right story. The story that everyone should believe. The crowd caused uproar, chasing off the storyteller. I could only catch glimpses of the pokemon because of the mob. A blur of green and red dashed through the streets. Why did that look familiar?
I hid from the sea of pokemon, and now, here am I, in the beach where I first saw my partner. I always come to this beach whenever I felt bad. It would always lift my mood except all this breath-taking scenery reminded me of that time where I met my partner. Here, right on this beach with exactly the same view. The Krabby blowing bubbles and the sun setting beyond the sea. My first adventure started here, the adventure that was the catalyst for the whole world.
I could probably drift away here. It didn't feel too bad, collapsing on the sand. I let the dam loose and I was sobbing, begging for the team leader to come back. I was only strong because I was with my partner, now I was weak. I wanted nothing more than to explore with my friend.
Why did you…?
Where are…?
Why…?
Why was I here again?
Are these tears?
Why am I crying…?
