Mew's Legacy

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Foreword

Over the years I've spent dwelling within the world of pokemon, I've learnt a great deal about how to write. Perhaps not as much as I should've, but I have learnt some, nonetheless. Two summers ago, I started the initial copy of this particular story. At that time, my mind was childish, immature. Since then, I've grown, both as a person and as an author.

I realized that the beginning chapters of the initial copy did not set the tone correctly for the path it followed in the later chapters. So, much to my chagrin, I found myself rewriting it.

It's a difficult endeavor. I, as an author, have characters I love. Oh, how I love my characters! But alas! For the story to progress, several must be scratched or re-evaluated. It's daunting. How am I to completely change the characters I have grown to love?

The plot, too, must change. So much so that it is no longer really the same story. Perhaps it starts mostly the same. I assure you, though, it will tread a different path. One filled with mystical beings, religious zealots, and epic adventures. I strive to achieve a higher standing in the writing world, so this shall be my legacy.

Prologue

A fell wind blows on this day most black. I understand it not, for the very essence o' the heavens weeps upon yonder daybreak. Why dost that vile fiend pursue me? What deed of mine own hast cast this fate upon my very soul?

The air snaps with a great bellow before becoming still. The pounding emanating from my chest is sure to alert my pursuer. Methinks that if I cast my body not into silence, I am surely dead, in sooth!

The stillness with which my heart finds comfort departs rather abruptly. With it flees my body and soul. Amazing, this power of instinct embedded within the many souls o' the land. My body flees of no command of mine own. Only my mind is left untouched by the forces of nature the Father created.

I find my mind dwelling upon the identity o' the vile hunter. What beings besides the Father and myself lay claim to the holy ability of teleportation?

The air snaps again. With it, another moment of rest. How e'er shall I contend with the hunter when the fiend chases me from hither to thither?

Mayhap 'tis but one of my many siblings. Nay, the fellow pursuin' me hast the eyes o' a predator. None, save the forgotten o' my siblings, lays claim to those eyes.

The eyes glower at me. From the depths of the predator comes a voice strengthened with the might of eons.

"Why do you run, little one?"

"Better to run, thou ill-formed, black-hearted blight upon humanity, than to fall prey to thy villainous designs."

"Villainous? You've got it all wrong, little one."

"Thou best inform me of thine intentions, lest I think ill of thee."

"Very well. You must understand, little one, that your presence in the worlds has caused a great uproar."

"Nonsense! Thou liest to a being most pure."

"I do not lie. You see, people don't like a being of your... divinity... wandering about. They fear a reckoning."

"The only reckoning they have right to fear is their own. I desire not to lay ill upon the flocks of the worlds. Dost thou understand not? What reason hast I to smite my followers?"

"None. But they don't know that; they won't believe that."

"Thou art but a fool! To where hast thou displaced the most commonest of thy sense? O're yonder? Mayhaps thou left it in thine abode?"

"Be reasonable, little one. See truth!"

"I hast little cause to truth. I hateth thee, yet still thou follows and keepest me from sanctuary. What reason hast thou to inhibit the emissary of the Father?"

"You seem to have hit the nail on the head, little one."

"Thou black-souled knave! Doomed to perdition art thou, an it pleases Him. Cast off thy villainous ways and come with me to the Father! I pray thee, see reason! Surely thou understands thy master leads thee down a path of wicked untruth!"

"Little one, your words cannot convince me of a truth I already know. Do you not see? I follow His teachings!"

"Begone, spawn of the forgotten! I'll suffer thy noxious words no longer."

"Enough! Little one, you know not of the powers you deal with."

"I know well enough of the powers. Thou follows not the Father, but his e'er vicious enemy. Enough of thy tenacious behaviors. I tire of thee."

"Little one, I tire of thee also. The time of words is over. I had hoped He would allow me to spare you, but alas! It is not to be. Goodbye, little one."

"Fiend! Foolish knave! Thou dares cut short my legacy? Thou dares go against the will of the Father?"

"Yes. Goodbye, little one. My master will have a righteous time with your purity. Sleep well, dearest Mew."

Who am I?

That is irrelevant.

W-what? Who are you?

That, too, is irrelevant.

What do you want with me?

Dost thou desire life?

W-what?

Dost thou want to live?

Live?

Aye. I can grant thee this boon. Dost thou desire this, a chance at life?

Live... I feel... as if I once lived.

Dost thou want to live?

...Yes...

I thought as much. Before I can carry thee upon the streams of time, I must know more about thee.

I don't know who I am.

That matters not to one such as I. What matters is whom thou wouldst become, not whom thou may hast been nor whom thou art.

Whom I would become?

Aye. I must evaluate thine essence... thy personality, if thou willst.

Personality?

Aye. Now then, shall't we begin?

I... I suppose...

Good. Tell me something. What does the word 'courage' mean to thee, young master?

Courage? What a strange question.

I pray thee, just answer the question.

Alright. Courage means standing up for what you believe in, no matter the cost. Courage is the ability to stare down fear, not because you don't fear it, but because you do.

Very well. Now I pose to thee a hypothetical. Let's say thou art walking down a magnificent street. It's a glorious street in the epicenter of a grandiose city.

Alright.

At the end of this glorious street lies an intersection. There are two paths. To thy left is a street paved with bricks of gold and lined with street lamps of diamond. To thy right is a worn dirt path. It's a rustic path, surrounded by buildings on each side. Dark and damp, it is. Which one dost thou take?

The right.

Care to elaborate?

Alright. A street paved with gold in the middle of a city cannot mean anything good. People with malicious intents would flock to it. A worn dirt path seems safer.

I see. Now then, another question. If thou were told several hours in advance that thy peers hast planned a surprise party for thy birthday, what wouldst thou do?

Well, I must have some awesome friends.

I'm afraid my question remains unanswered.

Sorry. I'd go to the party and pretend to be surprised. After all, if they went to the effort to throw a party for me, they shouldn't be disappointed.

Thy friends wouldst be very lucky.

No. I'd be the lucky one.

Mayhaps.

You done yet?

Patience is a virtue, little master, but yea, I hast completed my task.

You'll give me life now?

Aye. Good luck, young master. Fare thee well in thy new life!