Well, here's the second fic. Yes, I know I'm terrible at writing introductions. Let's begin, shall we?

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon.


Loneliness. Isolation. Sadness. Depression.

These are the four things in life I know best. The four things I progressed through in succession.

I am an Absol; I warn people of natural disaster. For a time, they were grateful; they felt protected and safe.

Then, things began to change.

They began to notice how I always showed up right before every disaster. For a time, it didn't matter to them; they still viewed me as a guardian.

One year, a multitude of floods swept away the year's harvest and I was there every time, to warn everyone of the inevitable. The people starved, and became more desperate. Soon enough, I was accused of bringing the disaster upon them. If I could foresee disaster, they thought, then why couldn't I stop it? I didn't know if they truly hated me, or if it was madness brought on by hunger, but I began to feel lonelier. Everyone gave me a cold, harsh glare every time I walked by.

I had no friends to console me; the mere acceptance given by the people of the village was enough for me. However, it had gone.

Finally, a massive tsunami hit the village, and everything was lost. Mothers lost their children, and children lost their mothers. Farmers lost their land, and lost all who were on it. Fishmongers lost their families, and lost their only lifeline, their boats. And I was there to warn them, as the only thing not lost.

The people became angry; I was supposed to be their savior; why hadn't I done my job? They chased me away in the middle of the night, brandishing pitchforks and torches.

I had no choice but to run, run up into the mountains. I lived out the next few months of my life, isolated, in a dark mountain cave. I only wandered out for food and water, nothing else.

After my months in exile, I went back to the village one day . . . only to find a charred ruin. This time, everyone and everything was truly gone, and I had not been there to warn them. I collapsed in sadness. I had failed.

I don't know how I managed to wander back up to my mountain cave. I felt so horrible. I had abandoned the village in its time of need, and now it was gone.

My life lost meaning quickly; I had nowhere to go, nowhere to be needed. I became depressed; my ravenous appetite was consumed, and I lost my will to live. I betrayed everyone, why should I live?

Loneliness. Isolation. Sadness. Depression.

These are the four things in life I know best. The four things I progressed through in succession.

And now, the time has come to add a fifth thing to the list . . .

Death.


So, what do you think? Is it any good? Please review, and don't flame, as usual. Constructive criticism is appreciated. I could always use a tip or two to improve my writing.