"... Just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king." Viva La Vida
Ethan sat in front of a gravestone, the tears gone from his face now. Patting his shoulder was Champion Lyra, and she could do nothing to help her friend.
"I… She… Crys. She was always a pawn, huh? It's like chess. The king may be the most important piece, but they don't do anything. It's always the pawns. When you run out of pawns, you replace them." His voice was thick with grief.
Lyra didn't say anything. She had never known Crys, the girl who came before her. When Celebi's rampage had taken place, she and Crys had swapped places in different timelines.
But she could tell, from what Ethan had told her that Crys had been given the same task as her. She wanted to comfort her friend, but she couldn't find the correct words to say. After all, sometimes she felt like her life was only a game, nothing more.
Viva La Vida! Hey guys, I'm taking a temporary hiatus on this. You know, I have other fics to work on, and homework, and obsessing over Origin... Sorry.