I'm walking
to the ferry.
There's a ragged man
along the side of the road.
He looks...
sad,
staring at the sky.
I keep going.
"Young lady!" I look.
"Has anyone ever told you
the legend of the hero?"
I shake my head.
"Before your time,
I suppose.
Before everyone's time,
really."
I turn fully,
and sit next to him.
"Will you tell me?"
He looks suprised.
"No one's asked me that in...
a century."
"In Unova, a long ways away from here,
a long time ago,
there was a person. They sought the truth.
This person was of such power,
Reshiram was called
and they fought.
Resiram deemed the person worthy,
and henceforth they were known as
the Hero.
This Hero was taught by Reshiram,
and gained all its wisdom.
The Hero was raised as
Reshiram's own kin.
They grew evil in all their glory,
and their country went up in flames.
Reshiram flew away from the Hero,
and they were left in the ashes."
"Thank you."
I glance back at the man
one more time
and step onto the ferry.
He waves goodbye,
and something about his long,
green hair strikes me.