A/N: Hey! I'm back with this new Pokemon fanfic that was inspired by one of my bestest friends and I hope y'all will like it. For all those other people who want I'm Sorry to actually continue please tell me because I do like the story but I do not know what to do with it. Tell me what y'all think of this fanfic. And lastly I am going to say that I do not own Pokemon in the least.
Prologue
I closed my eyes in the darkness and knew, that even if I closed my eyes, all I would ever feel was the darkness that surrounded me. Even if I tried to a imagine the light that I craved, I could never truly see it and everything turned black again. I tried to imagine a little speck of light to guide me, just a tiny one, but it never stayed.
For I am stuck here, in darkness, for all the others want me gone. I wish I could see the light of the beautiful, beautiful sun. I wish I could talk to someone other than my demons. I wish they would not torture me as they do. I wish everyone didn't hate me. I wish everything would stop hurting. I wish I could get out of this hell. I wish I could die.
Suddenly the world contorted and I flinched, for I was still affected by what the others had done to me and had not recovered physically or mentally. I shut my eyes closed, afraid that the others were still not done with me. I waited, but nothing seemed to happen. I felt a soft light and overcome by curiosity, I gingerly opened my eyes to a sight that was completely opposite from my thoughts.
"Arceus!" I gasped as my creator looked kindly upon me, bathing me in his soft light. I moved forward painfully, attempting to greet him. He bowed his head at me and I bowed back, but for a strange second my head went through his. I gasped and asked, "So you are not truly here?" He shook his head and said, "I could not come physically for the reason of my body not being strong enough to travel to your dimension."
"Why are you here, Arceus?" I then asked rather bluntly for my being sick of being kept in the dark. "I am here to tell you that you are dying." I stared at him, noting the throbbing pain in my body. "I must hurry, for there is not much time left for you." he said. "Wait," I said, "What do you mean 'I'm dying?'" I asked tentatively. "After all the damage your body has taken from the others it has been breaking down." I attempted to move my sore and injured body and felt a huge burst of pain. I screamed. I could not hold it in anymore. Tears were starting to fall from my eyes for I was so weak that the pain overwhelmed me, inside out. I realized that I was crying not just from the physical pain, but from the mental pain too.
Arceus then started to chant an ancient spell that I'd seen him use on other Pokemon to heal them. Before he could finish the spell though, I felt my mind spinning out of consciousness and my body start to fade. While I felt myself dissolving I thought I heard the faint words of "See you on the other side."
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