For The Light s Refrain's The Beginning is the End is the Beginning Contest!
R&R, correct me, if it makes no sense at all, tell me that to.
Just who are you?
Was the question Levi asked himself.
Anyone could look at him and say, "There's Levi! He's a top Coordinator you know…" However, for Levi, no matter how hard he looked at himself in the mirror, he couldn't see what everyone else saw. He saw a child, a child whose face was now unfamiliar. When he looked at a mirror, he only saw a kid with short blonde hair and brown eyes that looked anything but special.
He'd won his way here by luck. And Levi hadn't believed in luck before. He'd sit there wondering and wondering just why he won and not the older, more experienced Coordinator. It puzzled him to no end. It must have been all just a dream.
Yet the proof he had beaten his opponent was sitting on his display case.
He thought back to that day and how exactly had he had felt. He remembered being… empty. That was it. Like the time he had finished drawing a beautiful picture and realized that it was complete. Like his life, and nothing more could be done to it. It was perfect.
And he felt empty.
When he though of other goals he could pursue, none struck him as worthwhile. Continuing a career with Pokémon was out of the question. He'd have to pawn his partners of to his younger siblings or release them. Going back to school seemed boring and useless. He had no need for schooling. He couldn't see what he would do with it.
He couldn't see what to do next. Just sitting here and doing nothing seemed like the best option for now.
But still, he waited for an answer to come to him. Staring at the wall across from where he sit, just waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting for an answer, waiting for a question, and waiting for an arrow to point him in the next direction.
But he had no clue.
He thought about his journey. The training he had done. Had it all been a waste? Levi had gone on a journey, and along the way, forgotten who he was.
As his thoughts came back in a full circle. He held up the tiny mirror, holding it at all different angles. Nevertheless, his reflection didn't change, as he wanted it to, to tell him exactly who he was. No. It stayed the same, no matter how he looked at it. He had always seen the same child, even though it had grown so strange to him. Tossing the mirror aside, he brought his knees up to his chin, a chin that too, had grown foreign.
His brain was straining for the answer, but still getting nowhere. He thought the answer was on the tip of his tongue and he could taste it. But he still couldn't find it.
With a sigh, he reclined back, his head hitting the back of a bedpost. Rubbing the side of his head, he thought. Just who is Levi Linford?
Just who are you?