Oh, a post? How long has it been now? About two years?
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon.
Can't any of you see where I'm coming from?
The violence, strife, wars, hatred plaguing the world…
Isn't it obscene?
Humanity is a plague;
Their chance has passed!
In order for the world to remain beautiful…
The slate must be wiped clean.
Obliteration.
The few chosen to survive will start anew.
Those not among our number, I'm sorry.
But for the sake of a beautiful world, this must be done.
Because beauty is fleeting,
I will make it last eternal.
I could destroy everything, everyone in an instant,
So beauty would never fade!
You understand what I'm saying, don't you, child?
Will you help me change the world?
Or will you protect this world?
And condemn it to a future of misery and death?
3000 years ago,
A terrible war ravaged Kalos
My ancestor created the Ultimate Weapon, seeking to take everything for his own.
That is the story they tell.
Using it came at a price, however.
The war was won in an instant.
But he was cursed to wander the world for an eternity,
Never being able to wash away the blood of those slain by his hands
3000 years later,
The weapon is unearthed,
The sky will be full of the light of a new dawn!
Instantaneous destruction of the filth desecrating a once beautiful world!
The death, the lives I plan to take…
There's just no other way!
I've tried to save them, I really did…
But my efforts were all in vain.
You can't save everyone…
The world is much too vast,
People will only take more from others
Until there is nothing left but squabble over the remaining scraps of hope.
The end has to justify the means!
Trainer? Why do you continue to interfere?
Don't you see what I'm trying to do?
"We can make the world beautiful if we work together"?
Don't you know anything of human nature?
It's impossible!
The strength to protect?
Do you even know what you're really protecting?!
A tomorrow that will only be worse than today!
3000 years ago,
My ancestor lost his beloved Pokemon
In a war that ravaged Kalos
He built a machine to give it new life
But his rage had not subsided.
He had suffered too much.
My ancestor converted machine into the ultimate weapon
The war was won in an instant.
However, victory came at a price.
His Pokemon left him,
Horrified by what he had done.
And he was forever condemned to wander by the light of the weapon.
The flower that now blooms in Geosenge Town.
Your friend asks me what will become of the Pokemon.
I feel tears brimming in my eyes.
Unlike humans, Pokemon are innocent.
They are wonderful creatures.
But they too must be destroyed.
It really is sad.
It isn't their fault that I must do this.
Humans and Pokemon have worked together
Helping each other flourish.
But humans are greedy.
Even among those who remain
They'll eventually become tools of theft and destruction.
It's come down to this.
The legendary Pokemon has chosen you…
I've asked you many times
Implored you to help me create a better world.
But I see you stand against me
Determination shining in your eyes.
We call out our Pokemon.
A battle to decide the fate of the world.
The day of reckoning is here.
The battle rages.
A fierce clash.
We seem evenly matched.
You just don't get it, do you?
I'm not trying to destroy the world!
I'm trying to save it!
Who will win?
I fall to my knees.
The fight is over.
I lost…
The legendary Pokemon took most of its energy back.
However, there is enough power for one last shot…
The ultimate weapon is a flower that bloomed to no avail.
Just like me.
I'll end it all here.
I can't stand the thought of living in such an ugly world.
I raise my hand.
There is a fire in the sky.
There's a bright light hurtling towards me.
Death rains down.
Everything goes white.
Then black.
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Endnote: Don't know if poetry is "legal"here. It is on dA.