This is a short story about Arceus's sorrow. As you know, I do not own Pokemon, trust me you don't want me to. Enjoy.
The great creator who made the universe with his thousand arms. The noblest and proudest of all creatures to ever walk the Earth... or so it seems. I am Arceus, the strongest Pokemon to ever be. I have no pride in my title and I don't feel that I am any more noble than a simple magikarp, yet all around the world trainers long for me, for my power that they will never obtain but continue to waste valuable time searching for it. In search for what the humans call "true power" they often neglect to see how truly marvelous their own Pokemon really are, humans can be so ungrateful.
Do not get me wrong, I am not loved by all as it may seem. One Pokemon, mewtwo, once was thought to be the most powerful Pokemon of all, however when I was discovered by the humans he became undesirable and unwanted and then I became the real prize. Since then he had always wanted my strength, he wanted my title, my reputation and I would love to give it to him. My ability to change type is the most coveted in the world, however to me it is a curse. I am no particular type, but every type that there is. I long to be a single type, or even a dual type so that I could speak of my abilities and compare similarities with others, but I am unsure if even then I could for many Pokemon fear me. Other Pokemon fear my strength and power, and will not come near me as if I am dangerous. I am not, and I have no intention on being dangerous, however other Pokemon just don't seem to understand that I of doing so. The only ones who do not have any fear of me are my thirty three children, the legendary Pokemon of the world, mewtwo unincluded. Though they are my children, the first ones to set foot on the Earth, we have no family bond. They are all very independent and I'd say it's been more than a thousand years since I have seen any of them. The sad truth about them is, they don't need me the way most children would need their parents, yet another cost of being the strongest ever.
I am Arceus, the strongest Pokemon to ever live, but I have no pride in my name. I have no type and therefor no sense of family, I have no friends and therefore no sense of trust. I have all that anyone could want, and yet I have no happiness. I have millions of fans, yet no friends. I have thirty three children and no family at all. I have no one to talk to, but I have one simple message. To every Pokemon who wishes to be the best. All the magikarp who wish to be me. Every single living creature who wants to be the most powerful creature in the universe, the living god, just keep this in mind. You can have all the admirers in the world, but it is still very lonely at the top.