As I sit here on this grassy knoll,
Waiting, just waiting to get home,
I feel like screaming to the world,
My secret, from this knoll.
My secret is big,
My secret is dear,
My secret is,
I'm not from here.
I'm not from this world,
Not even the next,
My world has Ash,
Who constantly saves the year.
I'm from the world that we Pokémon hold dear,
You see I'm not the species you hold dear,
I'm a lucario proud and clear.
I'm only here
Because of strife,
My mother has
Lost her dear life.
This is my story, a story of grief and strife of a lucario turned pokémorph in the human world. I am a 13 yr. old Lucario morph in a family that has paid no heed in this world to me. I have lost everything, family, friends, and even my beautiful mate, after team rocket destroyed my existence by killing my mother and causing me to live here.
Next chapter: Chapter 1: The beginning of the end.