They told me that everything happens for a reason. They told me that everything all ends on fate... But what is "fate"? Why does it decide what happens? Why can't I change how things end up? Why can't I choose my path? Why?...

The low howls of the wind blew around me as I walked down the dirt path. The gray, cloudy sky and the sagging trees emphasized the gloom of the world. I pulled my cloak over my head, and kept my short-sword by my side. For as long as I can remember, the world has always been gloomy. The whole world had this atmospheric feeling of despair. It was so strong that you could feel it if you just stepped outside and looked around. But, then again, it wasn't always like this...

It's because of all the other Pokémon. For reasons I don't know, they all became very selfish, and only worried about their needs. There were lots of problems between Pokémon. All the honest, naive Pokémon were being messed with by those who stole, or attacked without reason. Of course, I didn't do anything to them, but I can see that if others heard things like this, then they would fall in despair.

Unfortunately, I've fallen into this despair as well... how can there exist a world where the honest are lied to, and "trust" is scarce among everything else? Who could let this happen? It's unthinkable... I mean, I didn't have any problems when I was young. My family was normal, or about as "normal" as any other family with two Serperior's and me, a Snivy. I didn't have any problems there. We, unfortunately, lived secluded from everything else, so I had no idea what was going on outside of the forest I lived in. However, when I turned ten years old, I decided I would set out to see the real world. I didn't want to be caged up. I wanted to explore and see new places... as cliche as that sounds. Of course, my family didn't want me to go, but I explained my reasoning, and after a few days of thinking, my folks let me go. But, they always told me to trust no one, to keep to myself, and that no matter what:

"Don't mess with fate..."

At the time, I thought they were weird... What does that mean? And why should I keep to myself? Wasn't everyone suppose to be, generally, kind? Boy, was I wrong...

It's been six years since then, and man, a lot has changed. Things were definitely better back then. The air around the world was cold, and it always gave me chills. I spent a lot of time meditating through the years, because it was usually the only way to take my mind off of what was happening in the world. However, it became harder to focus as I heard stories of what happened to other Pokémon. It made me depressed. I even fell into the trap of a little Zorua...

He came up begging me to help his brother. I went over and saw that he was hurt pretty badly. However, while examining his wounds, the other Zorua, had pick-pocketed me. By the time I noticed, I turned around towards him, ready for a fight, but he jumped away, and ran off, laughing maniacally. When I turned around, his brother ran off, too. I had lost a few berries, and little money, so it didn't bother me at first. However, this was generally what happened to me all the time.

And, eventually, I became a very grouchy and irritated Pokémon. I didn't like being around others, and I generally steered away from them if I was to come across them. Did I like being this way? No. But, it's not like anyone can change over night...

Anyway, enough about the past, let me jump to the present...

I had just left from the last town, which was very quiet. Everyone hid in their houses, and never came out, unless it was an emergency. I stopped to rest a bit, and then left. The only words that I had said there were just the small chats between me and the owner of the inn, a Spinda. I thought about the last conversation I had with her...

It was just the two of us in there. I sat down on a stool at the counter, and asked for a small cup of tea before leaving. While I slowly drank it, occasionally letting it cool down, the Spinda decided to break our awkward silence, and start some small chat.

"So... where ya' headin'?"

"Hm... I don't know..."

"What? What da' ya' mean ya' don't know?"

I stayed silent.

"Hm... well, wherever you're going, may your fate lead ya' down a safe path."

"My fate?"

"Yea, your fate. Ya' know, like... the destiny the Legends set up for you."

"How come they're the ones controlling my fate? Are they controlling all of our fates? Why can't I choose my fate?"

The Spinda gave me an intrigued look.

"You're quite the curious type, aren't ya'?"

"I just want some answers..."

"Well then, why don't ya' go see one of the Legends, and ask them to fix things up for you? Of course, Arceus only knows if they'd be happy to oblige to the request from any Pokémon."

"But doesn't it bother you? That your life is set up by some being that has a higher power than you? Or how about the fact that the Legends have let our world fall into the mess it's already in? Don't you wish you had your own control on your life?"

"Look," the Spinda turned her full attention towards me, "we're given life, we live life, and at the end, we lose life. That's how it works. If there are ultimate beings controlling our lives, then the only thing we can do is live through it, and hope that we live a happy life. That's all there is to it."

I fell silent. I couldn't except that. Why are they letting our world fall apart? It doesn't make sense...
I stayed silent, and finished my cup of tea. Then I got up and left.
If the rest of the Pokémon feel this way about life, too, then... is that really the way we're suppose to live?

Like I said, I originally wanted to see what the rest of the world was like. And I still do. But, after seeing what's become of the world... I find myself more or less, just drifting around like a ghost, with no destination.

I have a new goal now. I know I might not ever reach it, but I want to know... Why? Why did this happen? How could fate let the world crumble like this?

I checked to make sure I had everything with me...
My cloak was wrapped nicely around me and over my head. Check.
I had my small satchel. Check.
I had a few Oran berries and blast seeds in there. Check.
My valuable petrify orb was in there, too. Check.
And my short-sword... Check.
I had gotten this sword from my father. Before I left, he told me the world was a dangerous place, and I should take this sword (Plus, since he evolved, he lost his arms. So, it wasn't of use to him, anyway). I didn't know how to use it, and I still kind of don't, but I'm learning. The blade was very smooth on one edge, and the other edge was extremely sharp and about as thin as a piece of paper. The whole sword was a bland silver color, with a black hilt. The only interesting thing about it, was the weird insignia, engraved around the base of the blade. It looked like an arrow facing left, with a zig-zag going through it. I didn't know what it was for, so I just ignored it. It didn't seem important.

"Welp," I said to myself, "I have everything. Better get going..."

So, what did you think? Too much for an intro? That's my concern, too much detail... But, whatever. I'll wait to see what you guys have to say...