Authors note: Schools out! Now that I have plenty of time to write, my updates will come quicker than before, I hope. Good news is that I have the entire rest of the story all planned out, and the Chronicles will end up with around thirty five chapters with my current plan. By the way, I received a lot of feedback that Azure's shadow self seemed to be just evil, but if you read it more closely, she might have been just trying to get her to fight back and show some courage for herself. While she may have been trying to kill her as well. It all depends on how you interpret what she was doing.

Does anyone remember how Eva said in chapter nineteen that something was holding back the negative effects of the Dark Matter, and it had to be something more powerful than even the corrosive black lightning. If you have already guessed who it is, good job. If not, you will find out soon. Also, that protection was destroyed when he fought Arcanine.

Also, I am pretty sure no one remembers this but back twelve chapters Medicham said he was going somewhere, and has not been mentioned since.

THE CHRONICLES OF

LEGENDARY EEVEE

Chapter Twenty Five: Scars of Hatred

A small black figure walked in the twilight, barely visible in the faint darkness that seemed to cover the area like a shroud. There was no wind to ruffle its silky black fur, and no water to quench its thirst in this devoid landscape, yet the brilliant crimson eyes which shone defiantly in the darkness showed no sign of weariness, only invincible determination….and sadness that could never be lifted. The purposeless stride betrayed its inner feelings despite the strong mask it wore over its face as it wandered from place to place within the endless mindscape. Nothing every changed, it was only what he had seen before but still he walked on, wandering in the darkness, carrying his own crimson light that seemed to emit from his black fur.

"Why?" Echoed a single word, addressed to no one, yet the sadness in the question could not be disguised. Once, anger burned within those brilliant crimson orbs, but now only burnt out rage showed within them. Memories of his other self often replayed in his mind, and were a torture beyond understanding to him. The black lightning was repelled by his presence, no longer able to twist him as it had. Even without purpose, the small black figure carried on, motivated by that which could not be understood.

Always in his ears was the music of her song, of things he did not understand, and things he longed for with all his being. A song of joy and grief, of happiness and sorrow. It was a song that carried the very essence of life itself in its sweet melody. It was the song that made him change. It was the song that made him see.

It was the song that made him cry.

Θ Michael's POV Θ

It was still raining, washing the ash and blood out of my fur and leaving me in numbing cold. The silence of the night was deafening, like nothing else existed beyond the pain and the cold sense of loneness. Mud was pooling all around me, still bearing that putrid smell that wouldn't let me rest, wouldn't let me forget. The wounds that still remained from my fight with Arcanine stung as my fur was plastered to my back by the rain. My legs were no longer broken, but they felt heavier and different. All my muscles burned, and I felt so incredibly weak.

"Azure…" I called out, hoping against everything that she would come bounding back to my side, to make me feel like life was worth living again. I wanted to say that I was sorry for hurting her, and tell her how I really felt about her. I just wanted to see her again.

Silence answered my call, and despair replaced the brief feeling of hope that I had clung to. She didn't come back, I was alone again. The same horrible feeling of worthlessness that I hadn't felt since Sparky had been captured returned, matched by the guilt that of knowing that I had hurt her. I still saw her begging for me to save her before her grip failed and she plunged to her death in the river. I promised that I would never hurt her, and that I would protect her. Now she was dead, and it was all my fault. I cried, even thought there were no more tears left to cry in me. It had stopped raining now, but the sun still refused t o show itself from the veil of clouds.

"Why am I never strong enough…"

A Murkrow settled in front of me and pecked at my back, thinking I was another corpse to devour. I swatted at it, catching sight once more of the long, curved claws I now bore. Wincing at the pain, I got up feeling every muscle protest in agony and stared at my reflection in a puddle of water. What I had seen in my mindscape was true. My fur was now a hideous patchwork of black and brown, along with my claws there was a bright sliver of red in my black eyes.

"Monster…"

I slashed at the puddle of water in anger, scattering the clear liquid until all I was staring at was the bloodstained mud. I wasn't even an eevee now, I was deformed, twisted. Somewhere in my mind, I knew that Shadow did all he could to save my life, but I still hated him for it. I didn't want to live anymore in a world that wished me dead, what was there left for me to do now but wander aimlessly in pain.

All of this because I was the Trinity, it wasn't fair.

Not knowing or caring where I was going I just walked forward, wanting the physical pain that would match the pain I was feeling inside. I had lost Sparky, and then I fall in love with Azure only to lose her too. Why was I always so helpless to save anyone close to me? Everyone who was ever close to me, only ended up getting hurt in the end because of what I was. I hated the prophecy that made this happen, hated the being that had chosen me to be their "hero". Why did they do this to me, I never wanted this.

Night came, and somehow it was easier to see in the dark than it had been before. I welcomed the blackness of night, so I could hide myself in the darkness. Hide from the silent glares of others, hide from myself, hide from the pain of being hated and alone in the world. The pain in my head never went away, even as I went numb from exhaustion. Sleep never came, no matter how tired I was, my revenged and pained mind would find no rest, even in unconsciousness. Still the question remained unanswered as I wandered in the black of night. What do I do now?

"…kill…Giovanni…make…him…pay…"

I remembered then the purpose I had dedicated myself to from the moment everything I had was taken away. The pain, it was his fault that Sparky was gone. The hunter had been ordered by him to capture me, but ended up with Sparky instead. If it wasn't for him, my best friend would still be by my side, and I would be happy. Azure would still be here, and Arcanine would have never hurt her.

"Its not fair!"

In a sudden unexplainable fir of anger, I slashed at the bark of a nearby tree, easily gouging the wood underneath. My whole life, I dedicated to saving others, helping them in their time of need. Now I was alone, and there was no one to help me. Everyday I tried to be a hero. Everyday I tried to prove I was still one of them despite everything. They shunned me, ostracized me because of the unchangeable fact that I was born a human. I scratched the tree again in rage, feeling the wood get shredded under my new claws was a release from all the anger I had been storing up.

Anger was so much easier to bear than hurt. I wanted Giovanni to be in pain like I was, the thought was fulfilling. The idea of revenge gave me strength, because there was nothing else left for me. It seemed fitting to destroy him as he had destroyed me. Anyone who tired to stop me would share in his fate. Why care about them, no one else cares about me anyway. Yet the rage left me feeling empty, and the pain never went away.

I collapsed on the ground, mentally and physically exhausted, and still sleep would not come. My head was pounding…voices echoing in my head. I held my head with my paws and waited for the pain to subside, but it never did, it only got worse. What was wrong with me, something was messed up in my head. The voice didn't feel like shadow, and there were so many and they were all incoherent and violent. Everything smelled like a corpse.

"What's happening to me…." I whispered to no one, and received no answer. I tried thinking of anything other than the pain in my head or Giovanni, but my thoughts always warped back. Then, after a few more moments of torment, the pain subsided and I went limp on the ground in relief. What was happening to me, was Shadow doing this? Again I saw the betrayed and hurt look in his eyes before it morphed into anger.

I turned my gaze to the black sky, trying to see through the veil of clouds and see the stars. Always before looking at the night sky brought me comfort, but none was offered to me now of all times. This whole time, no one had ever told me what to do. I learned that I was the Trinity because of Shadow, and all I had ever learned about the "Trinity" was a fractured prophecy that no one ever explained to me. Why did everyone keep me in the dark, if only I knew what to do then I could at least try. I hated them for it. Sudden rage made a spike of uncontrolled energy shoot off in the form of a Shadow Ball and struck a bush. I hunched my back and tensed up as small strands of Black Lightning danced along my fur, burning me all over. Was I losing control of myself? I rocked back and forth until my breathing was no longer staggered. Yet, the release of energy and the feel of the empowering black lighting, was so addicting.

I slept, but sleep brought no comfort. My dreams were always violent and dramatic, and the feeling of being coated in blood and shredding flesh under claws never went away. I woke up again while it was still night and simply laid on my stomach in place until I felt the sunlight of dawn touch me, and for some reason the pain seemed to go away a bit with the warming rays.

Resigning myself to the only purpose I had left now, I walked forward, having to rely on my energy to keep going. Even within a few hours, I was panting and limping because of the pain in my legs. All I could think about was finding Giovanni somehow and inflicting upon him the same amount of pain he had done to me. It was hard to think of anything else, and then…I couldn't remember.

Slowly the details were slipping from my minds, precious memories being twisted and blurred. I couldn't remember the name of Azure's trainer, or our own Rescue team name. I tried to remember, but with each passing hour something else was forgotten. I could no longer sheath my claws, and they scraped the ground where I walked. But above all else, the burning pain in my skull would never be completely erased. Every waking hour became an ordeal of pain until I could distract myself from it by taking my anger out. Splinters were still stuck in my paw from the night before when I slashed at a tree, and they stung constantly. All because I couldn't be strong enough.

"In a quest for power, nothing is ever enough."

"Who's there!" I shouted, raising my hackles and snarling while taking an aggressive stance. I spun around, trying to find the source of the eerily familiar voice. A twig snapped on my right and I spun around and shot a Shadow Ball at the noise, yet nothing happened. My internal energy was flaring up like fire, and it was getting harder and harder to control, and my fur was still standing on end.

"I am not here to hurt you." Sounded the voice again from behind me. I spun around with my teeth bared to see an oddly shaped fighting type with a white upper body and red legs.

"Who are you!" I challenged at the vaguely familiar figure, crouching down in an aggressive manner.

"I am Medicham." The figure simply responded, never once showing any sign of emotion on its stoic face.

"What do you want with me, stay away!" I yelled back, preparing to fight back. I took one step backwards, suddenly afraid that I would hurl myself upon the stranger I recognized as the one Gardevoir had been speaking to, back on the very first dream I had all those weeks ago.

"I am here to help you." The fighting type said calmly and took one step forward and I growled, suddenly feeling hostile and suspicious for no reason at all.

"I don't believe you, why would you help me!" I challenged.

"Because it is my duty, as it is yours to decide the future." He said. Taken aback by his powerful statement, I was shocked for a few seconds until I realized how close he was. I recoiled at the offered hand, hissing for no reason at all as I felt threatened somehow. Undeterred the old fighting type walked forward and rubbed me between the ears. Somehow all the tension vanished under the warm touch and some of the pain in my head went away. My fluffed up fur finally settled and I relaxed, ears splaying as he rubbed my fur. A second later he gave me space and backed up, and his movements no longer felt hostile and the pain in my head was gone.

"I've seen you before…in a dream that I keep having. There's always blood…the smell of death…and the outskirts of some city." I suddenly realized and said out loud. Ever since I had seen the horrid place in a strange vision, the nightmares of the horrible feeling of being coated in blood and surrounded by death never went away.

"It is a vision of the future, and your fate if you continue to walk this path." He explained. Some of the pain in my head was returning, distracting me and warping my thoughts.

"What am I doing wrong, I don't understand what to do!" I shot back. Why did everyone always have to speak in riddles to me? This was just like when Gardevoir met with me earlier, and told me nothing. Its their fault if something goes wrong while they choose to keep me in the dark.

"I think, all this time, you really do know what you have to do, and you can't bear to face it." He said in a single powerful statement. I glanced at him confused, waiting for him to explain more. I had no idea what he was talking about! Why was he being so purposefully vague.

"I still don't understand what I have to do. I am the Trinity, aren't you here to kill me because I am going to cause the end of the world somehow!" I challenged, feeling frustrated at how much he was not telling me.

"It is wrong to judge someone for something they have not done yet. I am only here to tell you what must be done." He said arrogantly, as if he was a leader of sorts.

"Your wrong, everyone just wants me dead!"

"Do you really think that? Sometimes what you see is not what's there."

"Tell me how to get rid of Shadow then, its his fault all of this is happening to me!"

"Shadow is not your enemy."

"Then what am I supposed to do!" I yelled and still no emotion showed on his stoic face.

"I think you know in your heart what is truly right and wrong, despite everything. See beyond all your anger and fear and hurt and you will know without a doubt what must be done." He said and paused before continuing.

"The Dark Matter inside of you that has been unleashed is the cause of all this. Emotion incarnate, feeling of hate and anger only make it grow. Ever since you have been infected with the energy of the Dark Ball it has been growing in you, feeding upon yourself. The black lighting that gives you so much power… at so great a cost… is the terrible Dark Matter that will set this world on a course to Armageddon." He explained, but his words seemed to have no meaning, it was hard to listen to him.

"I don't under…" I started but the fighting types eyes flashed and he said.

"Then I will show you."

And I plunged into the darkness again.

The smell of ash and death was in the air, seemingly suffocating me before the black void of nothingness changed to reveal the devastated outskirts of some city. Everything in sight was utterly obliterated, and this horrible unnatural feeling was stagnating the air. The all too familiar landscape no longer shocked me, and I took a step forward expecting to feel the caked ground or craggy rubble. Instead I felt something squish and feel sickeningly warm.

I looked down to see my paws completely covered in blood, so much so that it seemed to burn me. I looked around me to see Sparky lying dead beside a tree a huge gash in his. Many other humans wearing the infamous logo of the hated organization scattered around. In front of me was a man I had never seen before, yet somehow I knew him instantly upon sight.

Giovanni.

Any triumph I might have felt upon seeing him dead was erased by the strange weakness I was feeling. Each breath was coming harder and harder and I knew I A sudden wave of pain forced me to the ground, and a burning sensation spread across my entire body. Black lightning started spilling out from my fur, and the pain was excruciating. I screamed in agony, and the Dark Matter dissolved into the air and was scattered across the world. I heard several other screams in the distance before my chest clenched and everything stopped working and a sweet darkness enveloped me, making all the pain go away as I watched myself die, and the terrible foreboding feeling of doom increased tenfold.

Darkness returned and I felt Gardevoir's presence but I could not see her, as if she was far away. Her voice seemed to float on the air in the void, and the final line of warning was given to me.

"Death will decide the fate of the world."

I heard heartrending screaming from the black void before…

I woke up instantly as if I had plunged headfirst into an icy river. Picking myself off the ground, I looked around and saw that Medicham was no where to be seen. The afternoon sun felt hot on my fur, and I started to move when a fleeting message as if sent from afar sounded in my head.

"Remember this…It is the easiest thing in the world to strike back at someone who has hurt you, but the hardest thing in the world to forgive and let go…"

I walked on without looking back even as the words of his warning repeated themselves in my head. I had come too far to simply give up, not without a fight. My claws clenched into the ground as if into Giovanni himself, and I discarded the message the dream had sent me as I glared onward with eyes of red and black.

"Why save them…I hate them…"

Θ Several hours later, at nightfall Θ

Once again the gray clouds covered the stars of night, thick enough to even obscure the moon itself. My muscles no longer hurt and I walked on through the blackness, welcoming the darkness. Many of the nocturnal Pokemon now chose to flee rather than see me as I charged forward. My claws felt more natural now, and I no longer fought against the pain in my head. I welcomed the pain, it gave me strength, proved that I was alive. My energy had been getting harder and harder to control, and every few minutes a thin streak of black lighting would jet out across my fur, bringing with it a vibrating, addicting feel of strength. Despite this, I stopped for a moment, freaked out with myself at how different I was becoming. The metallic taste of blood was in my mouth, and I kept hearing people shouting at me, even though there was no one there. It was all an illusion, my mind was playing tricks on me, and it was working.

A huge black shape suddenly shot across the sky quickly, nearly invisible except for the large red covers over its eyes and its green scaly hide that did not hide it in the night. Each flap of its wings made a thudding noise, and it was getting louder and louder.

I didn't have time to react before the shape suddenly rammed into my side with the speed of a rocket, crashing through the undergrowth and tearing up the ground before taking to the sky again with a mighty flap of its wings. Coughing loudly and groaning, I struggled to my feet, weary from the constant mental battle going on in my head.

"DEAD! ALL DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU!" The figure shouted before the night lit up as a glob of purple fire formed in its mouth. My eyes widened as I felt the energy and malice in the air before I pushed out with my hind legs to dodge as an explosion struck the ground from the blast. It was easier to skid to a stop with my claws, and I quickly turned tail to change direction as another blast hit the ground near me, the force of it easily knocking me off my feet.

The moonlight suddenly pierced the clouds, illuminating the giant sky bound figure in silver light. It was a Flygon, and its eyes were narrowed into slits in sheer rage and fury as it roared.

"Its all because of you that Corvey is dead, because of you that my trainer is dead. If it wasn't for you-ARRRGGGG" It shouted before launching a golden colored beam on intense energy at me. With no warning, it was impossible to dodge the attack and it hit me like a train. I easily went flying several feet, colliding with the ground and tumbling to a stop, my fur burnt and all the wind knocked out of me. It hurt, pain like getting hit in the chest with a massive force. Curled up in agony, I struggled to breathe and the ground shook as the dragon slammed to the ground nearly on top of me. Its attack just barely missed its mark, otherwise I would be dead.

I was struggling to my feet when its clawed hand snatched me off the ground and held me in front of its face. It was squeezing so hard my rib cage was bending, and it was cursing me with a nearly earsplitting roaring voice. I bite the hand and attempted to claw it, but my teeth didn't seem to be having much effect. The need for air was making my head hurt, and it felt like my lungs were on fire. I struggled, but I was not strong enough to break out of its grip. Rage overtook me as I cursed my own weakness and thrashed around. I was tired of not being strong enough, sick of being so easily defeated.

"NEVER AGAIN!"

My uncontrollable internal energy condensed itself within me before suddenly expanding outward with explosive force. Black fire and lightning shot out in a spherical shockwave that blew the Flygon away and cracked the ground. I landed on the ground, the addicting feel of the limitless energy the black lighting offered was burning like fire in my veins. Black fire was dancing around my forepaws, and pinpricks of lighting were beginning to appear. The dragon took to the sky and fired a Dragon Rage blast at me, and I summoned my own energy, calling upon all the anger and pain and hatred that I had been feeling since the battle with Arcanine. The black fire surged and a blast of energy shot from my mouth and easily overpowered the ball of purple fire in a dramatic explosion.

"Never again will I be too weak." I roared and challenged the flying dragon type, letting the invigorating lightning run through my body, energizing me, making me feel strong. It flew towards me in a dive bomb and I countered its charge by standing my ground and choosing to meet its attack head on, blinded by the sudden influx of power suddenly flowing through me.

What was once warm crimson light became cold purple light as I rammed into its horny crest, wielding the emotion of hate as a weapon. The attacks cancelled each other out, but I wasn't done yet. I jumped up to meet the dragon and slashed at its face with my claws, enjoying the thrill of feeling flesh getting shredded under my sharp serrated claws. More lightning was pouring out, and the ring of black flames surrounding us flared up.

The Flygon screamed and crashed to the ground with a thud that made the ground shake. It rose a second later, huffing in anger and exhaustion as its face was bleeding streams of blood. I charged forward, claws tearing into the ground for traction as the black lighting propelled me to speeds that had always been unreachable. I slammed into its side, hearing its cry of pain once more. Leaping high to avoid getting bitten my its fanged jaws, I did a midair front flip and slammed my steel hard tail into its skull so hard its head hit the ground with the impact and its body slumped down. My heart was pounding in my ears a million miles an hour, and the thrill of battle was amplified by the addicting feel of power.

"Damn…you…" the dragon groaned, attempting to struggle upright. I roared, feeling a rush of power as black lighting surged and threw back the dragon a few feet. I felt changed, more of my fur was black, and my tail was now entirely gray and wisp-like and my mane was dramatically sticking up in sharp blade like spikes. Again it tried to struggle to its feet and I roared, smashing it again this time into a cliff face.

"Kill me then you demon, just like you killed *cough* all the others…" it choked out, coughing up blood. I bared my fangs, preparing to rush into the kill and tear its neck open and spill its metallic blood all over the ground and…

"Stop it!"

I clutched my head between my paws and stumbled backwards, shocked and appalled at what almost happened. The black lighting and flames disappeared as well as the vibrating feel of power. What did I almost do…what was happening to me. Tears started to come as the Flygon slumped over in unconsciousness, and I turned to flee. It was so much easier to run now, and the wind passed by in a rush over my fur. No matter how far I ran, I could never escape myself. I was turning into a monster. I laid where I was hunched up as the pain in my head returned. Morning was here, but the sunlight brought no relief anymore.

I started walking, not caring where I was going just trying to get as far away as possible from where I was right now. The knowledge of what was happening to me, frustrated me. I had no control over anything that ever happened to me, all because fate decided to make me its puppet. It wasn't fair, why did everyone else get to lead such a happy life, when I was stuck in this world of pain and despair. This was all their fault, the spirits that made me this way and Giovanni, I would make both of them pay!

I was done playing hero for them, none of that mattered anymore. I was going to avenge Sparky and Azure and prove once and for all that I was strong. I was going to kill Giovanni, make him pay for everything he has done. I don't care anymore about trying to save the world, I was going to kill him! I was not weak, not anymore!

The Flygon was the Vibrava way back from earlier in the story. The pieces of the end of the story are starting to fall into place. The final confrantation is coming...

Please review, it is very hard writing from the point of view of a character not in the right state of mind.