Prologue
It's hard for many of us to find things out, as it is hard to crack tough cookies. People just don't think clearly, and that's where they get tied in a knot. Using your head won't hurt, especially when you need it every day of your life. Here's a story about a Snivy who does and finds the answers to her identity after remembering a forgotten memory that was stuck in her head. My story's here, so… bon appetite!
When the world was still at peace, before the earth was wrecked in havoc by evil, an empty space of blue and red light intertwined together. There, the Brothers planned everything out, just before such had happened.
"Brother, I sense a strong light whose ideal shines brighter than no one. Do you see it?" The bulky deep black creature said, his voice echoing in the sky. "It… can be… do you think…?"
His brother, a magnificent vast white elegance, nodded in agreement. "Yes, I do. But the world needs both ideals and truth to be able to build a peaceful world, just like it is right now… how will we search for that…?" His blue eyes gleamed as he thought intensely. "…have you… an idea?"
The bulky creature nodded. "Sense the truth. That is your power, is it not?" He said with both confidence and silence, as if it was so easy to do, when it was not.
The elegant creature shook his head. "Please, Zekrom, do not take things lightly." He closed his eyes and waited for several seconds. He opened them. "I do not see anything…" His eyes enlarged as he felt something; something like a disturbance in the world. "Oh, I see a tense aura in this world… of truth… it is possible."
The bulky one called "Zekrom", gave a small smile to his brother. "As modern people say, 'I told you so.'"
Zekrom's brother shook his head promptly. "You act like a child." He said quietly. "No wonder truth and ideals are separate in this world," he added.
Zekrom proved wrong by showing concern. "Will this work?" He asked with intense red eyes that were just as tense as his brother's blue eyes. "Reshiram… will it…?"
Reshiram nodded with a big smile on his face. "Of course it will. It may take a while, but it will work."
Zekrom nodded, though he was not sure his brother, "Reshiram," was right. "I hope so…"