Disclaimer; I do not own pokemon.
Once upon a time, there were two pokemon, a Sceptile and a Gallade. The two were fierce swordsman, the blades of the arms can cut steel like butter, their speed are as fast as the flash of lightning and their honour was what they carry high above all others. The two were friends, calling each other brothers ever since they were a Treecko and Ralts. Sceptile and Gallade created their own team, team sword, the team grew and grew and eventually became an army, its need to bring peace as war was looming ahead, but one fateful night, Sceptile was murdered. Some say Gallade did it, others say it was the enemies, Gallade grew corrupted, and his desire to bring peace became an obsession ever since Sceptile's death, his obsession clouded his judgement, and now, he can no longer tell who is friend or foe. He became insane, his blades ran through his own team, alarmed, the Team Sword had been disbanded, but Gallade continued his onslaught. However, Sceptile's son, a newly evolved Sceptile, killed Gallade, the son knew that Gallade was not responsible for the death of his father, but the madness Gallade caused was unforgivable, as the young lad slashed the chest of Gallade, the mad pokemon now realised what he had done. His last words echoed in the head of the Sceptile.
"I'm sorry… I couldn't save you, I'm sorry"
A/N pointless… no?