The Forbidden One had his own name that was said to bring fear into the hearts of men and women. It was a name that, no matter how frightening its meaning was, had to be known. It was never heard in public, but everyone knew it because of the stories parents passed down to their children and the blind Elder in the center of the town closest to Mt. Coronet.
"Ye must save thee own souls!" The Elder yelled. His beard was crazy white, and it stopped at his knees, not being too noticeable, since he always sat near a white tree and wore a white robe. His bald head showed its veins when he screamed the following: "FORGET EVERYTHING YOU THOUGHT WOULD SAVE YOU. GIRATINA IS MAD."
What he said next was mentioned every day, the sentence starting at exactly midnight every time he did it. Yet, all who have heard it for months still shivered at the thought of it's meaning.
"THE WRATH HOLES WILL OPEN!"
It was a matter of time before something changed, though. The day before the Kalosian War ended, he continued the same chant of "Ye must save thee own souls! Forget everything you thought would save you. Giratina is mad. The wrath holes will open!".
However, on the day that the Kalosian War actually did end, The Town Elder had created a new chant, and those who had gotten used to the old chant were shocked, appalled, and scared.
"Hide. Run. Do what you can. The wrath holes are opening. Giratina is furious."
This chant ended exactly on Midnight. As if it were part of a prophecy, the Elder died without any known cause. As the tree he sat near turned to dust and faded into the air, so did he. The Elder was gone, and conflict was rampant. Chaos ensued. However, the Pokemon of peace, Kyurem, has lost his abilities of truth and ideals. Chaos would live inside him until he could be reunited with his new pieces, Reshiram and Kyurem.
Wrath Holes opened, and the only things that soothed the townsfolk were the soothing sounds of Port's words.
"Find my father..." the voice projected. It could only be heard by those near Wrath Holes, and as those were portals to another dimension that sucked up every living being within a 20 foot radius, were not heard by the survivors often. In fact, those that did hear it were considered crazy, and outcasts. However, they were the wrong ones, for the voice was true and pure.
There was only one man who experienced an attack from the Wrath Holes who was not driven mad by the Elder's words or failed to survive the Wrath Hole.
His name was Cyrus.
Cyrus was the son of a widowed female blacksmith, with no father figure in his life. His mother would always tell him the same thing.
"Emotion is a double-edged sword," She said. "When you are happy, you fell good, but you also lose focus. When you are angry, you gain endurance and strength, at the cost of destroying something irrelevant. When you are afraid, you stay away from what could kill you, but a true human doesn't flee from a battle, but they conquer. If you run, you are a coward. If you conquer, you either live and win, or you die with honor."
One day, Cyrus asked a peculiar question at the age of 7.
"Mommy, what about sadness? You never tell me about sadness, pity, worry, confidence.
"Ah, but only sadness is an emotion. Not pity, not worry, not confidence. With pity, you help those who do cannot help themselves. The same with worry. Confidence is one of the best feelings in the world, my son. With confidence, you can do whatever you want.
"What is sadness?"
"Sadness..." She dropped a tear, thinking of her husband. "Sadness is useless. It is like a strong worry, but for the past. The past is in the past, and what matters is in the future."
"But, mommy. You are sad." Cyrus had taken notice of his mother's tears.
"I cannot control my emotions, but you may find a way to control yours." She crouched down and hugged her child. "I love you."
"Is love an emotion?" Cyrus asked.
"Yes, my child, but love is, besides neutrality, the only emotion that matters."
Love created the Wrath Hole
Love had killed his mother.
Love had killed them all.
And yet, even then,
Love is beautiful
A happy thing
A thing that
Cyrus
never
felt
...
..
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