Everyone has their own unique story. Most lead normal lives, wandering through the regions in search of Pokémon or someone to settle down with. I envy those people. My life has not been normal for over three hundred years. I was cursed at a young age by Flarimist, forced to live out an immortal life to repent for what I had done. I chose to live out my immortality saving others from themselves, stopping crime but remaining anonymous.
My name is Ash Ketchum, but I am now known as the Blue Sword. And my story begins in the rain.
I sat on a rooftop in the pouring rain. The water was dripping in rivulets down my head crest, falling onto my left handed blade. There was remnants of blood, not mine, on the blade. I had just stopped a mugger from killing a little girl. I couldn't be hurt, that was a part of my curse.
Maybe I should explain the details of my curse. You see, I am a normal human by day, but by night, I change. I become similar to a Shiny Gallade, though my blades were sharper and longer. I was made to be like this because of something that I have long forgotten.
I heard a scream coming from downtown Anoli Town, and retracted my blades, racing silently along the rooftops.
''Please, don't hurt us!'' a woman's voice cried. I landed on the rooftop near the source of the scream, watching without a sound. There was a woman, about thirty, with two kids who couldn't have been more than two. The woman's most striking features were her sharp green eyes and long purple hair. There was also a heavily muscled man who was holding a sleek, silver gun.
''I'll leave you alone. If you do exactly as I say.'' the man said, ''You have a very fine body.'' The man moved closer, and the woman backed away, standing in front of her kids.
''No.'' she said. The man shrugged.
''Then I'll have to shoot you.'' he said, and pulled the trigger. The woman covered her face and heard a slicing sound. She opened her eyes. I was standing in front of her, having cut the moving bullet in half with my blades. The two halves were on either side of me, lying on the ground. The man shot at me. Time slowed down and I raised a blade in front of my face. The bullet went straight at the middle, and was severed completely.
''My turn.'' I said, slashing at the man. The gun fell, smoldering and cut in half. I made a mock slash, cutting a small gash in the man's arm.
''W-who are you?'' he asked me.
I smiled. ''The worst nightmare for people like you.'' I said. ''Now, you better run along, or I'll do much worse than a mock slash. You should never bring a gun to a swordfight with me.''
The man nodded, racing away as fast as he could. I turned around to the woman and her kids. ''Are you okay?'' I asked.
''Yes. Thanks. What is your name?'' the woman asked.
''Just call me the Blue Sword.'' I said, ''And it's not a very good idea bringing young children this late at night.'' I retracted my blades. ''Try not to remember me. You won't likely see me ever again.'' I jumped onto the rooftops and disappeared from view.
''I'm Ayume.'' the woman said, knowing she could not be heard. She got her kids and walked away. I watched from a rooftop. How I wished for a normal life!
Ayume. Iris. Like the flower. I seemed to recall someone with that name from before I was cursed.
The next morning...
I woke up behind an abandoned parking lot. Since I was cursed, I only got a few minutes of sleep every dawn and dusk. I was now human again, with characteristic crazy black hair and dark brown eyes. I had long lost the excitement of my journeys, lost within the curse. My elbows and hands still ached from the remnants of the blades. I felt a long, straight silver sword with a golden handle, inlaid with turquoise. My sword, which stayed with me while I was human at all times. I could not remove it, and I had tried before, but it always returned.
''Have a good night?'' a deep voice lined with steel asked from the shadows. I looked.
''Shut up, Flarimist. You know that I haven't had a 'good night' for over three hundred years.'' I said. Flarimist dropped in on me from time to time just to remind me of his curse.
''I hear that you saved a family from a mugger last night.'' Flarimist continued. ''You know there is something about Ayume that you just can't figure out.''
I looked away. ''I didn't notice anything different about her from any other people I've saved.'' I said.
''After three centuries, you're still a bad liar. No matter. Xyrule has granted me an audience with you. I had to tell you something. I cannot give you the future, but I can say that she is intertwined in your fate. Be prepared. There will be a change in your life.'' With that, Flarimist was gone, melted into the shadows.