you are a hero after all
Ash swears it's not happening, but can't really believe it's true. The tales of Gods being demons and demons being nothing but dust on the cleft of Arceus's hoof.
Heroes are supposed to dispel any of those notions, but Ash finds that with the passing of each day, that's nearly impossible to believe.
It's an endless battle; always to win and never to lose. If you do lose, well, just smile and beat yourself up on the inside. Show love even though you feel like hate. People will like you better, and here Ash always wonders to himself.
Do Brock and Misty like him because he was strong? Because he was humble and showed a very profound sense of love?
Did anyone like him because he chewed everything up in the inside?
He's sure that under their breaths, they call him a pussy. He's sure that everyone really hates him.
But then, he's not really sure at all.
He doesn't want to really think about this right now. Fantastical beasts are attacking him now, the type that can't be caught or controlled by a cheap plastic ball.
he is a hero after all
There is always a legend (always always always) about a(n ever present) hero and his (eternal) electric wielding companion.
It's not like he doesn't like it; the fame grabs and touches and drives him insane. It fucks him, and Ash can't really discern it as a bad romance.
People always praise and worship where he steps. Holy footsteps by an unholy peasant.
And if asked if he is holy, he just shrugs.
Can't he say he is holy? He's transcended time and space, talked to mythological beasts thought phantasmical.
Talked to people who were dead. Been dead himself. Has been dead for a while.
Brought back from death by ghostly Hecates.
A legacy written in the sand.
heroes always die in the End
(the EPIC ALWAYS ends)
And Arceus is angry, very angry. Counterfeit is bad, very bad. He wants to punish everyone, everything.
Judgment takes form from His snout, a multicolor gather of jeweled raindrops. Launch and they fly into the earth like the pretty meteors in the sky.
They hit the earth where a teenage boy was idly standing by, trying in vain to calm a maelstrom through the use of words. A boulder is launched into the sky, and a frail body is crushed before he can finger those plastic balls tied around his hips.
He was the hero after all (and you are the hero after all), and heroes always die in the End.
(the EPIC ALWAYS ends)
He had a good run.
watched the movie, and it pissed me off for some reason. oh, it was cheesy. that's why.
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