The squeal of a newborn, the mew of a kit, which droplet of water is it that forces ripples through the lake?
It is nearly time, but not quite. I peer through dimensions, trying to pinpoint the disturbance. What creature produces such a sound that awakens thou? The vision surfaces. I see, the self-sacrifice of the fish, to protect that which flies in the air. What is the farthest distance in the world? The love between the fish and bird, one is flying in the sky, the other is looking upon the sea.
I walk through the cave that witnessed such a beauty of life, yet why do I pain? I am the divine, I do not pity, do not feel. What could it possibly be, to pain me so. Was it the death of an innocent, or the wail of sorrow?
To look away would be unholy, this love is an event to be seen. I become visible to the unknowing, yet it does not care, of the godly being I am? Through its endless sobbing, my heart is filled with sadness never before felt. How can a normal Pokemon make me feel that which I have never embraced. I pity, and I empathize. Is it worth it, to interfere, just for a chance to see the hope, of men and Pokemon?
I gaze past the darkness of the cave. The spirit of the dead fish has gone to the Other One. I teleport through to the place of the dead. "Giratina," I call. The renegade dragon becomes visible in front of me.
"What may it be, that wills the great god to pay a visit to the one you condemned?" he sneers sarcastically.
He, who is desire, greed, betrayal. "A soul has entered your claws, and it is the one, that will show you wrong, no, it will prove US wrong," I stretch out my leg to receive the soul.
Giratina dips a claw of his into his portal, and with it comes out the soul. "Love is weakness, only those who fight for themselves, will gain real strength. You will understand one day, and you will choose to allow me to…" he cackled as I received the soul.
I quickly left the dimension. The words of the crazy stain the soul. I reenter the physical world, back to the cave in which beauty had transpired. It was the same scene, the flying being crying upon the corpse of the fish. I froze time, and deposit the soul back in the body. "Recover, and live" I whisper. "What?!" my life force is being drained, I back off from the fish. The flying creature, was grounded. Giratina had conned me. He had tried to use the soul to engulf me, but that was to be expected from him. The flying being had deevolved, due to his life being drained. The impure energy had saved me, or was it impure? The fish beside it, now alive, had evolved.
The deal I had made with the devil, resonated through my mind. "The year of 721, will be the time of judgement." He had honeyed his words, bent truths, and purged lines. What kind of judgement is death? Only time can tell.
