I struggled to drag my broken body through the dust. My dark hair was covered in sand, and my brown eyes turned white as all things from puddles to flames and craters on a once green land blurred before them. The few Pokémon and soldiers still alive had barely any strength to fight, let alone to be bothered by some other dying man.
" Guh... Hehe... Pitiful… 'tis the end? Nah… I still must know why… It…" I whispered, for as difficult as it was, it kept dragging me further away. I tried getting rid of my old sword, it's weight seemingly double the normal, but that got me even more tired.
I took a glimpse at the Zangoose that attacked me. Its master, frozen and shattered by my Weavile; as for himself, hit by a single, accurate Flame Wheel, the White fur made as black as an Umbreon's …
I did see one of those, y' know. I've been willing to catch an Eevee ever since, though it's hard to come across a Pokéball these days. Since That happened... Since that day, both Berries and Apricorns stopped growing were they were supposed to grow the most. Infected, my village was. I just watched, motionless, as they screamed and acquired shades of green and orange, giving more and more resemblance to It…
The memories faded, 'til I almost blacked out. There was barely any blood trickling through my wounds now. I kept crawling, but out of hatred. To know just why It did not attack me.
Ann gets close to breaking the house's door as she enters, panting, with a desperate look and tone of voice:
"Andrew, run aw… " Her saying is abruptly interrupted when she's violently dragged outside again, by what appeared to be a tentacle. Going beyond the door, I watch them run for their lives, often realizing it was useless. "It" turns around. Disappears for but an instant, pops up inches in front of my terrified face, gazes my eyes for the longest second in my life and vanishes... Ann and the others lay on the ground. Dead. While crying as never before - and I swore afterwards that as never again - I repeat the same thing:
"I'll find It… I'll find It… I'll fi..." And then I just sobbed.
Battlegorunds take the place of the dead village and I feel a lancinating pain after an enemy Slash:
-Gah... Weavile, Ice Punch!
My partner charges at the Zangoose, protected at the last second by its trainer.
Instead of mem'ries, the Dark. My body lied at the wasteland.
"I... I died? 'sit so?" I felt there was still life in me, although it slowly but surely kept on leaving.
"No. Not yet. " A bizarre voice echoed from the blackness all around.
"Who...? It couldn't be…"
"Darkrai. I may speak with thou through thy dreams; or better, the nightmare thou revivest. " Chills would be running down my spine at this point, were I conscient enough. Or I'd just have given a smart-ass reply and get put out of my misery. Hey, either of those sounds plausible.
"What are you going to do? "
"Thou art afraid, I feel, but only rid of fear shalt thou fulfill thy destiny."
Darkrai gave that single piece of "advice", and there was, suddenly, light... I was regaining my consciousness. Perfect timing, huh?
"W-what's happening? Where are we? " I'd ask, disturbed by the sayings of who we'd call Nightmare, back in the village.
"Let us meet again..." Went away the voice in the void. It all turned brighter and brighter by the second...
"Huh... I AM alive... But... Darkrai... - I lost myself in thoughts for a while – ...what's my destiny..? Huh? – I looked down as I noticed I moved – Oh... Typhlosion…".
