Each Past
Summary:
I am known to the Pokemon universe as something unattainable to most- a legendary. My entire life has neither beginning or end, and I will be trapped for all of eternity on this planet.
Like all my other siblings, I am made to serve a purpose. And that purpose of mine is to protect and guard the dreams of the slumbering creatures beneath me. I'm forever above you, all of you. I am your guardian angel, have been and always will be.
I see everything that has troubled you- each and every one of you- I see your past. Your torments, your pains, your agony- I'm here to take on that burden for you. Maybe I'll present you with a happier illusion when you sleep. Maybe that will help you to rest.
It's all right. You won't need to feel pain in your sleep anymore. I'll be there, doing my best, and give you even the tiniest bit of happiness for that fragmented period of time.
And in exchange, I'll take every torment and every surge of pain you have. I know it slowly destroys myself every day. But I serve no other purpose; I am only a tool in this machine called the universe. I never die, never live, only feel pain each passing day, but somehow, I can still feel this word, known to you as "happiness"...
If I wish for it, hard enough... will it come true? Can I create a past for myself? Can my life have an end? Have I finished my purpose in life?
But- I need to save someone who's drowning in the deepest of nightmares yet, someone so lost that he has become the definition of "nightmare" himself.
And then, when we can finally slumber instead of protecting the slumber of our fellow Pokemon, and fall into an eternal world of peace and silence, can we wake up again?
And will I be able to hold your hand and smile for once?
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But still I felt so incomplete—there is one more thing that's missing
And it is something only you can give —a special type of "magic"
Now let's promise... ("Don't let go of my hand") "Won't you please stay here with me—"
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Every Pokemon on this planet knows that we are separate beings, on a whole different level from them. We're Pokemon, yet we're so estranged and different from the common Pokemon you see in the wild every day.
We're nothing but mere creations of Arceus, born to serve a single purpose alone, so that this world can shine so brightly like a glittering star amidst the dark sky of this vast, never-ending universe. The concept of "life" to us is merely a detailed definition of it, yet we are foreign to the meaning itself. What is our life, anyway?
A cycle, with no end or start, destined to spend our eternity toiling away for the good of the Pokemon. We're selfless, only giving, never asking for anything in return. We don't think of our jobs as punishments; instead, we find a distant blissful happiness in fulfilling the desires of those strange creatures called "Pokemon".
I don't think that's what life is.
We've trapped ourselves behind the eternal mask of a frozen smile, taking on the pain of the Pokemon we protect, every day wanting to die, but knowing that wish would never be fulfilled. This twisted agony is like a blazing knife twisting inside our artificial hearts, consuming us with a raging, blazing suffering that was unable to be quenched.
We were like dolls, I would sometimes muse. Unable to do anything in this cruel world.
I see everything; I see all your pain and troubles, and I want to give you a glimpse of what "bliss" means.
I can see into the very depths of your consciousness—not for my own benefits, please understand—I can see each and every spark of pain that the life has thrown at you.
I'm able to take your agony and turn it into the ideal world you could never have—I let you touch this ideal utopia in your dreams. So you can smile and face a new day with renewed confidence.
Don't mistake me for such an ethereal being, I beg of you—I wasn't like this before, after all.
I have no past—my story is nothing but an eternal blank canvas streaked with nothing but black splashed over it. How many years, decades or even centuries had I even spent in that purgatory?
Floating, falling, floating, falling—like that of a newborn Fletchling finding its wings—it had become a part of my life, a part of me as I stared into the void, hoping that one day colour would fill it.
And then, one day, a miracle happened— because I saw, across the black that now had turned into a murky, stained glass mirror— I saw a creature.
One that was exactly the same as me, but like all mirror images, we were complete opposites.
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There is nobody else who would do, it absolutely must be you
And that's why, I beg you please—Can you stay here 'til I fall asleep?
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My magenta eyes were the only things that shone amidst the pure darkness, glittering, with the faintest trace of hope that had long diminished from the once shining beacon that it had contained thousands of years ago. But something seemed different today.
Instead of the blank space stretching out around me, I saw the faintest outline of a shadowed figure directly across me, his ruby-coloured eyes lit up in a million shades of red.
Gasping, I rushed forward, a thousand thoughts and questions propelling me forward, like a whirlwind behind me that pushed me forward— I had found my wings...
As I reached out, I realised that he wasn't there— only reflected in the clear, dark surface of a mirror that separated the two of us.
My wing brushed against the smooth glass, before I looked down, disappointed. "Only an illusion," I mumbled, forcing myself to rip my gaze away painfully from the reflection that kept staring at me with his unreadable red eyes.
I really was going insane.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry—" I told myself over and over again, not knowing whether it was aimed at the shadowy creature in the mirror or at myself. "I don't want to let go, but—"
I was stopped as something wrapped around me with a sense of warmth and security. My pupils dilated in pure shock, and slowly, I turned around, to see the creature placing a shadowy hand on my wing, reaching through the mirror with a slight smile forming on his misty, spirit-like figure.
A spark ran through me, and this mirror image I had imagined up in my mind had now become real.
"Do you want to go now? The Creator is waiting for us," he asked, resting his hand on my heart— a gesture of warmth and comfort and reassurance. I could see a burst of light erupting from the mark that he had left, a thousand different colours shining on my heart.
"You touched my once monochrome heart and made it shine so colourful... but now, your world has been drained of all colour in exchange. But can we... can we meet again one more time, and hold each other just like this?"
And then I nodded, and he smiled a final time before I entered the mirror, leaving the purgatory behind, marking out a new chapter of my life for myself.
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I want you to promise me
That I will always be
Within your memories
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And now, despite the countless number of Pokemon that I had saved from spiralling into despair, by granting their dreams and miracles, a punishment had to be doled out. A punishment that sent my saviour flying into the abyss of torment, where no dreams or happiness could reach him.
Every miracle turned into a curse, each wish became darkness, and all happiness became anguish. And the tears I cried, the tears he cried—
All of them were our tears of cursed blood, each miracle shining on me, each curse consuming his soul.
My mirror image had been thrown into a nightmare, becoming so lost in it that he had become nothing more than a nightmare himself.
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'Cause if I close my eyes I'll be all alone; I only want to hear you say my name, so
Until that time will come, just know—
I'm waiting for you...
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:The song extract used in this chapter was Magical Mirror by Kagamine Rin (Vocaloid), and the lyrics by SirHamnet on YouTube.:
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