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With that over with…
Solitude: A Novel
Chapter One: Of Hope and Despair
As I drift deeper into wilderness, stars flicker like ember in the southern sky. Beneath me, soil is moist, pebbles irritate at these paws of mine, and every few minutes puddles lash out without notice.
How much further is the exit to this wasteland? There is no life here, not even plants that could thrive in these conditions. Clouds swarm overhead, sheeting the moon and stars. And now I realize I'm completely alone, not just here on the earth, but above in the sky, too. Completely alone, like I've always been.
You may have misinterpreted what was just stated. Of course in reality I've been amongst others, like Meowthtwo, my best friend. I've been around others, too, such as Charizardtwo, Vulpixtwo, Seadratwo, Dewgongtwo, Vileplumetwo, and the other … clones … All of them were, and will forever be, my family. I miss them with all of my heart, yet I remember them as only distant memories. After the incident involving Giovanni at Mount Kayna, Mewtwo finally agreed to our plea for wanting freedom. We all went our separate ways.
And so, that answers why I'm here, in the middle of no where.
My only desire is to continue traveling, but where to remains unknown to me. Somewhere, to a destination where I can be amongst other Pokémon who will accept me for who I am – a soul, not for what I am – a clone.
Out of all of my family, Mewtwo and I most suffer from the thought of coming into this world from science, rather than nature. But I know Mewtwo is the one who is in the most emotional pain, he was the one who had to undergo trauma more than the rest of us, after all.
I greatly respect him. He is suicidal, yet continues to live because of his unconditional love for us. Philosophical, intelligent, and devoted to our well being, I can not picture a better leader than Mewtwo.
Now we have all left him. Part of me is worried: Is he dead now? We're gone, so there is no point to him continuing his misery. Another part of me knows he is alive, watching over us all.
Something catches my attention. Lights! Many lights! Finally, this vast wasteland comes to an end. I begin making my way to this strange civilization, from walking to running to sprinting. As it becomes closer into view, I stop at a hilltop, gazing.
That was when I realized these lights were not natural ones, such as fires. They were neon lights. They highlighted houses; offices; buildings.
This place was not where Pokémon made home. Rather, it was an immense abode for humans.
Humans are what clones fear above all…
I turn away, knowing I shouldn't go any further. Then, I change my mind. If I am to be a creature of this world, I must learn to understand its other creatures.
At a slow pace, I advance toward the civilization, unsure of what is to come, but determined to face them…
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