Pokemon Mystery Dungeon- Expedition to Destiny

by The Wizard of Dim-Wittedness

In the world of Pokemon there is a strange newcomer who seems to have forgotten nearly everything. Even his name! Meanwhile, an Oshawott dreams of the world outside his village, having been sheltered all his life. Follow the forgetful and the inexperienced as a world filled with dreams opens itself to the endless possibilities.

As a baby is born into a new world, another leaves and says goodbye to all those they hold close and the world that once held them with a mother's love. But even when your body returns to the Earth, your soul travels on; and where there is death, life cannot be far away. But where does said spirit go? In fact, where does any spirit go?

This is my story.

Pokémon Mystery Dungeon- Expedition to Destiny

I was no longer. I could no longer feel the pain: the cold that pierced my soul, the sickening grief that was my heart beating in my throat as my life faded as the night does upon the arrival of twilight, was suddenly neutralized with an ethereal warmth. It was what they called "the arms of god," the unearthly yet powerful warmth and nirvana that accompanied death and its eternal rest. I could feel myself becoming one with his glow, the warmth passing me through its golden gates until...

I was no longer.

There was nothing, but there was everything. I saw, but saw nothing. I felt, yet felt naught but nothingness.

I cried, and I knew that I was dead, but by now I had all but forgotten the life I had left behind, and all that was left was a sense of longing.

Why do you cry?

I do not know, and my thoughts are quickly fading.

You are one who even in the arms of God, even in the warmth of heaven, still cries...

Tell me, my child. What is it that makes you cry?

"I cry," I say aloud, blubbering and sobbing, "because I do not want this."

Is that so...? he asked, pretending to be puzzled, But you are my child, your soul was born from mine. Why is is that what I and everyone else wants is not what you want?

"Because I'm not you, or anyone else!" I snapped, my heart once again forming a throbbing lump in my throat, the pain refreshing to my soul "I'm me..."

He did not respond, but I could feel him smiling at me with pride. Even in death, you contain the very essence of life in what is left of yours.

You are still yourself... he said, his happiness radiating through my entire being, Even after your soul has become one with mine...

It is you... Who has been chosen, and shall revive the life of a lost world...

"What?" I asked, having no idea as to the intentions of this alleged God.

It is you who shall be reborn as...

PIKACHU!