I had thoughts in italics, something happened and that got erased.

I don't own pokemans. I figure thats common sense at this point.

My best story, most likely ever. This is just a first chapter. Ill try to do one of these every week, but I know I'll lose interest in telling this story and it will just be another dead end. I'm sorry in advance to the people who this will inevitably disappoint.

A long, long time ago, a being existed. It was not born of the universe, nor of itself, it just was. The swirling mass of energy and power in the universe had simply coalesced into one being; It. It had existed for millenia, possibly since the beginning of time. It was the only being that in any way could comprehend infinity. It had no beginning or end. Its name was Arceus. Arceus had always yearned for creation, for something to pass the time, but did not know how. Arceus single-handedly created language, and was the first thing to think. At some point, Arceus realized he could create things that they themselves could create more things. He didn't have to be the creator, just the catalyst, the beginning. It was at that time that he created the great pokemon. They included the rulers of space and time, Palkia and Dialga. The rulers of sky, earth, and water. Night and day. He instilled all of his knowledge into these pokemon, and instructed them to go forth to produce a world. That they did. One specific pokemon he created was Mew. Mew was to be the mother of all pokemon. And she was.

Mew opened her eyes for the first time. She stared into the eyes of a white horse like figure, with golden designs strewn about its body, green eyes and a penetrating gaze. She looked down, and was met by a bright pink body, small arms and legs, and a very long tail, about one and a half times the length of her body. Mew had no words for this. Her first reaction to the stimulus was surprise, but it quickly turned to fear. She opened her mouth and screamed, not a scream shaped by societal expectations or previous experience, but primal fear. She could not comprehend her own existence, born intelligent. Arceus funneled his knowledge into her mind, and it was as if a switch had been flipped. She immediately knew not only how to talk but to telepathically communicate. She had access to a vast reservoir of knowledge. The only question she had that she couldnt answer was the purpose of her existence. She spoke, from her mind to Arceus' mind.
'What am I? What is my purpose here?' she asked, and was startled by the booming voice that penetrated her mind moments later. It wasnt a voice as much as it was penetration, as if it were being shot into her mind with force.
'You are my creation. Born from my mind and designed for only one thing: To create.' Mew thought for a few moments, but didn't follow.
'Why would I be created to create? Why couldn't you create? And create what?' This time, the voice didn't scare her. She noticed it had no quality, no timbre, or pitch, it was as if the answer to her question was always in her mind, and she only then became aware of it.
'I want a world, a world to rule. I created a host of other creatures to do other very specific things. Your purpose is to create new creatures, not as powerful as you are, but capable of thought and action, creatures big and small, with different powers, some more powerful than others. You will balance it, and it will be self-sustaining.' Mew didn't know where to start. How am I supposed to fulfill his demands? What am I meant to create?
'You will begin now.' and at that, Arceus disappeared. She did not know where he went, nor did she want to know. She was glad he was gone. She tried to imagine things, creatures, roaming around (on what) living their lives, and eventually, ceasing to exist. She realized there was a word for that; Death. It was not for another several millenia that she was able to create the first creature. It was then, because the earth had been created, and there were trees and forests, land and oceans, lakes and mountains, and she had an idea of what to create. She made small insect like pokemon to roam through the forests and eat grasses and fruits, herbivores to roam the plains, carnovires to eat them, powerful dragons to counter those, and creatures whose minds were so powerful they could attack with them, and creatures whose sheer strength could destroy rock and kill. She named each and every one of them, and made some of them male and some of them female, so they could procreate. Her job finished, she had no reason to watch the creatures make their first few steps into the world. In some ways she was still a child, and didn't care about the outcome of what she'd done, just that she had gotten it done. With that, she relaxed into a comfortable slumber in a temple, in a jungle, in the middle of nowhere. She embued the area with a negative charge, not electrical, but some sort of area that when entered would cause the intruder to feel horrible, a sense of forboding, a desire to leave. Her last action was to name the group of creatures she had just created. They would be called pokemon.

As Mew slept, new species developed. Species not quite fit for their enviornments died off, and a very special group became what Arceus came to call humans. They were devoid of magical power, for the most part, and had articulate hands. They became far more intelligent than most species, save the psychic pokemon. They built things, evolved from humanoid pokemon to full humans. They could not even be considered pokemon. They killed off all of the in between stages, the less human humans, until there was one central species left. Mew did not awaken because she was refreshed or tired of sleeping, but because she was shaken awake. Her eyes, dull and unused to light could not focus on the pokemon in front of her. She closed her eyes, and thought bewilderedly that it should not have been possible that a pokemon find her, that they should have been averted by the negative emotions being in the very area brought. The pokemon continued shaking her. She, in a small bout of frustration, flung out with her psychic power, knocking the pokemon into the roof of the chamber. Upon impact, the pokemon let out a loud sound, not out of pain but simply because the impact forced air out of its body very quickly. Dust and rocks flew from the crater the pokemon's body left. The pokemon's skull fractured in multiple places, its internal organs ruptured and bled. Bones everywhere in its body shattered. The pokemon died instantly. It fell to the ground, its destroyed body flopping against the side of the stone altar, before coming to a rest on the ground beside it. Mew shot up instantly, still not fully awake but aware that she had just ended the pokemon's life. She hovered over it. Her eyes began to clear, and she looked at it. Amid the pile of blood it sat in, it was apparent it was a young riolu. It had black appendages attached to the sides of its head. A blue body with black areas and small round knobs on the backs of its wrists and center of chest. She stared at it. She felt guilty for killing it. She willed the pokemon back to life, mending its woulds and bringing its soul back to its body. It opened its eyes, and stared blankly at mew for a moment. She teleported to the opposite side of the pillar, and took on the shape of a Riolu herself. She walked back around the pillar.
"Are you alright?" she asked, in voice, assuming the riolu would use speech. It did.
"I don't know. What just happened?" It asked, as it rose up onto its elbow, preparing to stand.
Mew wanted to ask it how it entered this place, but decided to save that for later. She assumed its curiosity overwhelmed its fear. She helped the reborn Riolu to its feet. "Who are you? I didn't come in here with you..." the Riolu said, and, after a few moments of thought, mew decided to be silent. She led the pokemon outside of the temple and disappeared. The pokemon's memories of that day would be blurred and confusing. It would quickly forget all about the events which took place that day. Mew watched, invisible, from a safe distance, back in her original pink form. She decided she would follow it, watch it grow. She followed in silence as it meandered its way back to its home. It stopped walking after what seemed like an hour in front of a small hill with rocks piled against it. The riolu rose its hands and moved the rocks. Mew was mildly surprised at this. She watched it enter, and collapse on the ground. Immediately, two fully grown Lucario rushed to it, and began talking to it, hurriedly. The male Lucario moved the rocks back into place, so Mew teleported inside. She watched from a corner as Riolu's parents comforted him.

Decades later, Mewtwo opened his eyes. He would not have knowledge of the world beamed directly into his mind. He would learn, like a human, but much faster. The water around him was draining, and he began to feel heavy. He had been self aware for quite a while, but had not experienced any feeling other than emotion. To actually feel, see, and hear, it was overwhelming. He struck the glass with his fist. Giovanni shielded his eyes from the flying glass with his hand, but did not step back. He walked forward, toward the broken tank, and began speaking to him.
"Hello, Mewtwo. I am your creator. I made you to fight for me, and that you will. We will be partners, equals." Giovanni looked at his prize. It was large, and white, with a purple tail that extended between his legs and all the way up to his head, with a bulbous end, starting at his stomach. He had three fingers on each hand, each ending in a bulbous round end specifically designed for unleashing psychic power. It had a second neck protruding from the back of his head and reaching the base of his neck in an arc, to allow more blood flow to his brain and allow him to think more quickly and intelligently. Mewtwo had no words to respond, but found that he, though he couldn't understand his words, could decipher the meaning of them by Giovanni's thoughts. Months later, Mewtwo learned the truth about team rocket and Giovanni. He burst out of a facility, killing a multitude of staff and wounding Giovanni. He left to New Island, and began to clone pokemon. Over the period of a few months Mewtwo's clone collection grew. He needed diversity though. More pokemon, different species. In an attempt to gather those new species, he attracted Mew's attention. After their confrontation on New Island, Mewtwo formed a grudge against Mew. He couldn't defeat her in battle, but he was fully capable of hurting something she loved. This is where the story really begins.

Decades later, the Riolu had grown into a Lucario. Mew had grown increasingly attached to the riolu as he aged, in a motherly way, but when he had grown into a Lucario, she found she was attracted to him in a new way. She told herself she would never do that, she would never fornicate with a pokemon of her very creation, but try as she might, that pokemon attracted her. She fought with herself, on the days that she stalked him, trying to decide whether to leave him alone or to reveal herself. What would he think of her? Should she take a lucario form? She pondered this as she followed him on a bright, sunny day. She sensed his presence before Lucario did. The incredible power he possessed, it spoke to her like a heat wave coming on. She immediately feared for the worst. Of all times, she didn't feel like dealing with Mewtwo now. She assumed Mewtwo was there for her, and that was her mistake. A psychic javelin, if you could call it that, smashed into lucario so hard that the tree behind him snapped when he hit it. He landed, many feet away, stunned, and unable to move from sheer pain. A shard of wood was lifted off the ground near him and shoved through his body, pinning him to the ground. It punctured his right lung, and he cried out in pain. Mew shot a psychic blast at Mewtwo, a psychic blast so powerful the wind was knocked out of him. She flew over to Lucario and formed a protective bubble over them. Try as he might, Mewtwo could not penetrate the pink bubble. Mewtwo flew away in frustration. Mew turned to lucario. Blood flowed readily from his mouth , and a pool was beginning to form around him. He looked at Mew.
"You're... that thing... from the... pyramid..." Lucario wheezed, his voice more a forced whisper than speech. Mew used hypnosis on him, putting him to sleep so she could fix him. She healed his fatal wounds for a second time in his life, and transformed into a female lucario. She didn't want him to be any more confused when he woke up as was. He awoke while she was away, gathering water. She could probably have conjured the water from the trees or from the ground, but wanted to get away from the situation for a moment. She kept her minds eye on lucario while she psychically gathered the water from a relatively clean stream a few miles away from lucario. She teleported back, but not directly to him, to some trees nearby. She realized there was no way to carry the water in without her psychic abilities, but hoped he wouldn't notice in his fugue. She entered the small clearing he was in, and greeted him.
"Glad to see you're awake, Lucario" Lucario looked up, and his eyes flashed in fear. He was probably still stressed from the previous day's events. She rose her paws into the air.
"I'm not here to hurt you. I saved you." Lucario calmed a little but, but still looked alarmed.
"How could you have saved me? I had a piece of tree through me. I was dead. And there was that pink thing..." She could get no closer without Lucario cringing, so she sat down on the ground, the blob of water still hovering in front of her.
"How are you holding that water like that... Is anything even real? What is this? What is anything? Why do you have such a strange aura?" He looked bewildered, he was finally coming to after the spell of hypnosis wore off.
"Well, I guess I have a lot to explain." Mew explained everything to him, save the fact that she was mew. He now believed that she was a lucario and that she had psychic abilities, and that the pokemon that attacked her was a sworn enemy.
"Well if it hated you, why did it attack me?" Mew had hoped he wouldn't ask this question, but knew it was coming.
"Because, I've been... Stalking you. I follow you sometimes." Lucario was taken aback. Why was she stalking me?
"It's too complicated for me to explain now. Perhaps in the future. But for now I must stick with you, because it might come back again." Mew knew Mewtwo's tenacious personality. Now that he had discovered her weak spot, he would attack over and over again. She could not afford to leave him for even a moment. Perhaps she had her wish... She'd finally gotten to meet him.
"Your friend just came here to kill me and you won't even-"
"He's not my friend. Not my friend."
"Won't even tell me what's going on?" Mew sat upright. She could tell him, tell him the truth. But he would likely hate her, she thought. He would never want to see me again if he knew the truth. I can't tell him. I cant.
"I'm sorry Lucario. I cant tell you, but there will be a day that I can, and I will." Lucario got up and began walking. He was unsteady on his feet for a moment, but he gathered himself and walked. Away. Away from Mew.
"Lucario wait!" she pleaded, and got up to follow. They entered a more heavily forested area, with dark brown trees with branches that looked like they would grab you if you strayed too close. She saw a multitude of forest wildlife, and thought vainly that she had been the one to create it all. He walked for about fifteen minutes, and broke into a run. She had not expected that. She noticed a large clearing up ahead. In it lay a collection of wooden houses. This was his home. He stopped running and turned around right before the clearing's entrance.
"Stop following me. Don't enter this place." he said, and went inside. She stood there watching him for a few moments. Lucario didn't look back. He entered a house on the far side of the clearing. She stared after him for a moment. It hurt. It hurt her to be rejected like that, to be told to go away. She never wanted this to happen. She teleported away and turned back into her normal, pink form. What did I ever do to deserve this? I created him and I can't even tell him who I am. She sulked, and flew toward the sky, toward her kingdom, her home, up in the clouds. She felt Mewtwo before she saw him. His immense psychical power was impossible for him to hide, even if he tried his best To hide it completely would need a psychical shield strong enough to alert his presence anyway. She groaned inwardly. Now was not the time to deal with Mewtwo, of all things. She just wanted to rest and think about Lucario. Mewtwo stopped trying to hide himself when she flashed her psychic energy. So I won't have the element of surprise today. Hmph. He thought dangerously. Mew turned to him, and unleashed hell. Mewtwo was knocked backward several hundred feet, and his limbs nearly tore apart due to the force of the blast. Mewtwo looked at Mew with a look of hate. He shot into a cloud nearby, obscuring Mew's vision of him. He knows I can see his aura, so why is he- Her thoughts cut off as an incredible blast hit her square on, knocking her to the ground. She left a small crater. "Mewtwo why are you doing this?" she cried, out of desperation.
"This world would be a better place without you, Mew, and I'm going to kill you." Mew looked at him incredulously for a moment, before rage took hold of her. This world wouldnt be a place at all if it weren't for me you insolent little brat! She took the form of the sky guardian, Rayquaza, and unleashed the most powerful hyper beam she could. Mewtwo tried to dodge it but she changed its path and it hit him square on. He managed to create a shield in front of himself formed of psychic energy, but it only weakened the hyper beam. It hit him in the chest, and he was sent flying. Mew transformed back into her docile, pink form, and watched as Mewtwo flew in an arc and began falling. He leveled out after a few moments, and began flying back toward her. He can handle more? Mewtwo unleashed a powerful shadow ball that sapped some of her energy and sent her into a tree.
"Ugh!" She exhaled, the impact with the tree driving air out of her lungs. She was angry again. How dare mewtwo attack her so mercilessly, after she gave him life? Mew flew toward Mewtwo, closing the gap quickly. As she neared him she took the form of a steelix, and attempted to hit him with an iron tail, but Mewtwo dodged it and shadow clawed the space between the head and first body link. This hurt Mew very badly. She screamed, and lost control of her transformation. In her original form, she tumbled through the air before gaining her composure. She tried to turn around to face Mewtwo but her face was met by mewtwo's fist. Blood exploded out of her small pink nose and she was sent flipping again. In order to prevent him from getting in another hit, she curled into a ball and created a protective sphere. As predicted, something powerful smashed into her little ball but she was unharmed. She stopped spinning and flipped herself into position to see him, directly under her, inches from the outside of her sphere. His right fist became coated in pure blackness, and he unleashed a powerful shadow punch on her shell. The sphere weakened, and she felt her grip on her psychic abilities fading. For the first time in the fight, she felt fear. True fear. She was getting weaker and Mewtwo was still pounding away at her. Her fear led to fury, and she channeled the last of her psychic energy into one powerful psycho boost. If this maneuver failed, she wouldn't even have enough energy to teleport herself to the Aether, where Arceus would protect her. She opened her shell and unleashed it on him, and it hit him right in the face. It was as if a gigantic fist had smashed him. His head snapped back, and he lost consciousness immediately. He flew straight at the ground, not slowing his fall at all, and smashed into the ground. He lay, unmoving, and she wearily flew down to make sure he was alive. Relieved she hadn't killed him, she flew unsteadily to her destination, the cloud portal to the Aether. She looked down one last time at Mewtwo, his body laying on the ground, one arm below his body, his tail pinned under his right leg, crumpled on the ground. She entered the portal.

The portal led to the outside of Arceus' interdimensional mansion, a realm he himself rarely left, a place for his creations to take refuge, and inaccessible to Mew's earthly creations. The mansion wasn't as much a mansion as it was a dense patch of fog. It had real, tangible rooms inside of it, but it looked like a thick haze from the outside. As Arceus had explained before, to enter a specific room, you had to imagine the room you wanted to enter and walk into the fog, and it would take you there. Mew imagined her room, a small, quaint little room, perhaps two feet wide, three feet long, and one foot tall. Mew liked small spaces. They made her feel comfortable. She settled into her bed, which was what the room was, a rectangular prism with bedding at its bottom. She curled up, and fell asleep. She awoke, and after a few moments of relaxing in her comfortable bedroom, she left. She imagined staring at a patch of fog and floated through the doorway to her room. She ended up right outside the patch of fog. She then imagined the clearing where lucario's house was, and entered the portal. It took her to that place. She stared at the village. It was still very very early in the morning, to her chagrin. Her fight with Mewtwo had sent her to sleep while the sun was still out, so she woke up far too early. She was used to passing time doing nothing though, and rested in mid air, staring at the house Lucario entered. It was a dark brown wood, one of the few with that color wood, the surrounding houses having lighter colors of wood. It had no defining features other than the wood. It had no windows. She was starting to drift into a pleasant doze when the door to that house opened. Lucario emerged, looking refreshed. He was carrying a basket. He had apparently slept even longer than she had. She morphed into her lucario form and waited for him to leave the clearing before greeting him. She was about to say hello when he surprised her.
"I thought you might do that" he said, and stared at her. She had thought she'd hidden her presence well.
"Good morning to you too, Lucario." Lucario shot her an annoyed look.
"You've confessed to following me. Your following me almost got me killed, and now you wont leave me alone?" Mew regretted her reply but there was nothing else to be said
"If I leave you alone, he'll kill you."
"Oh great. Just what I've always wanted. A psychopathic murderous..." He paused, looking for the right word "thing following me around, trying to kill me. Just glourious."
"Look lucario, I'm really sorry about this. I wish it hadn't happened." Lucario began walking toward some fruit bearing trees not too far away. There was a slightly beaten path leading to them, from the exit of the clearing. The sun was just beginning to come up, casting a beautiful glow over the plantlife of the area.
"Sorry doesn't cut it. You've nearly gotten me killed once already and because of you that might turn into twice." Mew decided not to tell him about the other time.
"Well... Get used to me. I can't leave you alone." Lucario shot her a glare. "For your sake." They walked in silence for the remainder of the trip to the trees. They turned out to be pecha trees. Lucario picked a few of those, leaving the underripe ones on the tree. He continued to do this to a few other trees, namely some sitrus trees, oran trees, and chesto trees. The basket was full. He began walking back toward the village. The trees here didn't seem so dangerous in the daytime. This time, when they reached the entrance to the town, Mew wasn't told to stop following. She was unsure at first, not knowing if lucario intended for her to take a hint and leave or if she was really welcome to come in, but when he looked back at her expectantly she went right in. As they walked past some of the houses, lucario already outside gave her odd looks. She assumed it was because she was new, but maybe they noticed something was different about her than other lucario. She thought detachedly that if Mewtwo showed up she would kill him. After a few more moments of walking, they reached Lucario's house. Lucario entered, leaving the door open. When she didn't follow, he said
"Coming in?" She took this prompt to walk in.
"And by the way, my name is Blue. If you didn't already know that." It suddenly struck mew that she had been following this pokemon for decades and never knew his name. It wasn't that she didn't want to know his name, it was that he was always just Lucario to her. Her concept of him was his face, not a name. The inside of the house was just as plain as the outside. There was a table. A chair, a bed, and a bookshelf with a multitude of books piled in it, on top of it, and around it. The single room home felt open and empty. Mew liked her bedroom better. Lucario walked over to the table and set the basket down.
"Well? Are you going to tell me your name?" She panicked, not having come up with a name for herself other than mew.
"Yeah, of course. Uhh... I'm-" She paused, brainstorming for a name.
"You're?"
'I'm Eve." Blue popped a berry into his mouth as he replied.
"I didn't think your name was a secret too."
"It's not like that! It's not... A secret."
"You could have just told me you didn't want to tell me your name. Its not like you're not already well-practiced at withholding information."
"That's a low blow." There was only one chair in the room, and Blue had taken residence in it, so she opted for the bed. She sat just on the edge of the bed. A silence permeated the room. It was a comfortable silence. Lucario continued munching on the berries. Mew stood up and walked over to the bookshelf. There were a lot of non fiction human books there.
"Where did you get all of these books?"
"What's your real name?"
"Oh, so that's how its gonna be. I see." She couldn't understand why he was being difficult over a pile of books.
"You haven't been the most forthcoming yourself there, 'Eve'" Mew giggled. At the absurdity of the situation.
"Is there something funny?"
"No, it's nothing."
"You're seriously trying to hide that from me too? Is there anything you don't intend to hide?" Blue said, in mock frustration. This only made mew giggle harder. Then Blue joined in. They fueled eachother's laughter, and after a good thirty seconds they calmed down.
"What were we even laughing at?"
"I don't know. Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you." At that, they were lost in laughter again. The sun shone brightly, though it was difficult to tell that with the door closed and no windows.
"Are there really no windows to this thing?" Mew asked.
"No. I don't want pokemon looking in here. They may respect my privacy enough not to come in here when im not here, but that doesn't mean they won't look in a window."
"Oh, okay." She was appalled by Blue's cynicism. What had led him to have so little faith in pokemon? Maybe me, she thought, before chastising herself. It wasn't her fault. Right?

They spent the remainder of that day talking, munching on berries, and on a trip to the lake Mew had gathered water for him at. They retired to Blue's house that evening. Blue opted to take the chair, but at her insistence, he ended up sleeping in the bed. She didn't do this to be kind, but because she didn't plan to stay there the whole night. She intended to leave as soon as he was asleep, so why force him out of his bed for a night? Eventually, Blue drifted off to sleep, and she teleported herself to the cloud gate, and shortly was in her own bed. She fell asleep quickly.