She wasn't sure what propelled her forward. She only knew this was the end of her existence. She had prepared herself for years for this moment; she had trekked through brutal, harsh climates, trained until her heart was engulfed in flames. Her purpose was fulfilled. Obviously, she did not know it was a false, weak purpose.
He stood in front of her, knife clutched in a fist. He was doing this for the good of Pokemon everywhere; yes, he, the young trainer, was going to destroy her. The Giratina, the sole embodiment of death, and yet, his most triumphant capture. He was never to give a thought to the turmoil that would come after; life everywhere would die. There would be nothing to eat. Cold hunger would fill the land…souls with nowhere to go—however that is another story.
As she closed the distance between her and her own destruction, she wondered how he was doing. Arceus, her counterpart, and the secret love of her life. He had never returned her feelings; that was certain. Yet she thought of him now, eyes glazed with regret at missing her possible chance of true love. He was out there, somewhere, now. Most likely the Hall of Origins, the safe haven he called home—she had been banned from there long ago. She would never now get the chance to admit her feelings. She would be banned to the fiery pit, never to see him again.
And as the blade struck its mark, she mouthed the tree words, three words one would never expect from her:
"I love you."
A/N: This took about five minutes, but I just wanted to do it. Please R & R-I hope you like!
