A black sky.
Rain.
Thunder.
These details were insignificant.
Grasping the stick with his paw, signifying it as his wand, he knew he found the strength to overcome future obstacles. Each step along the dusty path in this bleak forest foreboded despair. But that would not stop him. Not now. Not ever.
He came this far. The amount of strain that came across him- what he has lost- what he has feared- he was not going to let that stop him. As a psychic, he would not allow his mind to succumb to the idea of failure; The word itself was taboo to him. He would stop at nothing to keep going.
The future: a mystery.
The past: blind and forgotten.
No matter. He would continue forth with his goal. Knowing what he is capable of, he desired to fulfill a destiny he had inherited. What that destiny was exactly, he'll never know. All he really did know was that he had to go up. He had to get higher. He had to prove that, above everything else, nothing would halt his progress.
There would be no mercy. He would not hesitate. He would not idle by as the world continued to expand. He controlled fire, and with it, he would ensure that anyone who got in his way would be ignited.
A minute flame began to flicker off his wand in the middle of the storm.
Staring into the flame, thoughts of the higher powers entered his mind. The Gods promised life and protection to all, peace and prosperity. But what about him? Here he was.
Abandoned.
Neglected.
And no memory.
Why was he cheated? Why was he lied to? "How dare they...?" he thought. They didn't care for him; No one cared for him. He was all alone, and the whimsical decisions of the Gods' made him doubt everything.
The rain extinguished the flame on his wand.
Happiness here. Sadness there. He could not trust the other Pokémon. Nor could he trust the God's with his life. Their condescending views brought him nothing but anger and hatred. He would challenge them. All of them.
Through a path of his own darkness,
over the despair that plagued his mind,
past the hope of civilians,
into the the light of the Gods,
and finally, at the door to transcendence, he would find unity- his purpose- his meaning.
For on this day, the power of Xeno shall be known.
And the world will fall at his feet.