Pokemon is not mine.
I woke up.
Again, another thousand years had gone by.
Another thousand years wasted.
Another thousand years of changes.
I had slept through another thousand years.
People said that I lived forever, that I lived longer than they do.
But is it really true?
I might have forever existed upon Earth, but sleeping through most of the time. Knowing nothing of what is happening, until, the thousand years been up, and I woke up for seven days again.
Only a mere seven days.
Do I really live longer than they do?
If they counted the time I spent sleeping, then, I do.
But I do not count that, for sleeping is like death. You can do nothing while sleeping…
So, do I really live longer than they do?
And during the seven days that I am awake, people hunted me, for the wish that I am able to grant.
I can not even live my seven days of consciousness doing what I wanted.
I must hide from people.
Run away from people.
Evade people.
I wish I do not have that gift.
During the thousand years of sleeping, I have no contact with the world of waking.
I have no idea what happened out there.
I have no idea what had changed.
And when I woke up, everything changed.
It was terrible.
Having to sleep for a thousand years, eagerly waking up, only to find that all you had known had changed or disappeared.
Once, I had somebody whom was might be special to me if my time was longer, whom I can get to know better if my time was longer, whom might be the one I will spent my days with if my time was longer. She might be the one I loved, but no, time just has to tear me away from her.
It was pure agony.
I wish I am able to spend more time with her.
I wish I do not sleep.
I wish I do not have this horrible destiny.
I wish I am not Jirachi…
People refer to me as the wish pokemon.
But I call myself the wish pokemon because of my many wishes…