A world where darkness resides as its master… What am I doing here? The trees are dead, the ground is dead, all the Pokemon are dying off one by one, each a little more painful than the last each one struggles less than the last. So much blood as been spilled, so much life as faded right before my eyes… I shiver from the cold breeze that floats past this hell. Or maybe it isn't the cold. It could be guilt. It could be death finally coming back for me. But that would be too easy, wouldn't it? I couldn't go like that. Just alone here in a dead forest all alone. Without receiving punishment from my sins? Too easy.
Slowly I stand up, shaking off my pain with gritted teeth. I feel my own blood starting to dry at my leg where I had been sliced. So many want to be the ones to see life leave my eyes but they don't understand at all. So many want me to be dead but they don't know the half of it.
"Here!" I heard a voice in the distance call. "I could have sworn I heard something!" A mob of what sounded to be about fifteen cheered.
Resting time is over. Time to run again. I bound off into the dead woodlands. My eyes have sharpened and adjusted to this unrelenting darkness. It's always night time and there are never any stars. There are no phases of the moon; it's always new moon. Always. I catch a glimpse of a fallen tree and have barley a second to dodge it. Through the nightmare I run on, leaving all remorse behind. I push on. Numb from exhaustion I blindly run. What's the point though? What am I running from? The mob? After all of this, am I afraid to die at anyone's mercy but my own? Why do I even bother?
Sucking wind I lean against a tree and feel its bark crumble as I scrape the surface. The voices of the mob are distant now so I figure I have time to rest. Sliding down to the ground I catch my breath. I take a moment to look up at the sky. Of course I can't see anything but I like to think that maybe, someday, I'll be able to see the moon.
I squeeze my eyes shut. Darkness is all I've ever known. Darkness is where I reside, where I decide, what I control, what fabricates my soul. I am darkness. And I resent myself for it. All I want is to see light. Just once, I want to see light and feel warmth. Slowly I open my eyes. Shock shoots up my body when I see the new world I've opened my eyes to. A faint glow surrounds me with a gentleness I have never known. All around me the world has suddenly become visible because of this newfound glow. The trees and hills are no longer dark outlines seen in the distance. They all seem so real. Every crack in the bark of the trees is visible, each branch is in sight. Weirdest of all, everything has a dark silhouette behind it. As I move, this dark copy of myself on the ground moves too. It frightens me but no more than it intrigues me. That must be a shadow… I've heard about them but I've never seen one… But where is this glow even coming from?
As I look around, my eyes follow the source as it gets brighter and brighter until my eyes fall upon my arms. A soft yellow glow is emitted from them. When I follow my arms and down my chest and my whole body, I see I am engulfed in this comforting radiant fog of some sort. Could this be… light?