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Chapter 2: The Unlikely Survivor from Mewtwo's Past
~Water. How much water do I have to fly over to find those mountains? They're almost as elusive as my past...~ Mewtwo trailed off. He had been flying east for hours, and he had finally reached land. The mountains, which he had searched so long for, were in his sight. But, what was this? A woman with purple hair speaks-"That's..."- and is cut off by a "mew." The woman shows the mew a picture of her daughter. "Isn't she cute? Children cost money, so can you please let me capture you?" A blizzard starts, and then an avalanche falls. "I'm going to fall.please, come back!" A "mew" is heard as it flies off. Mewtwo wakes up from his trance, with new knowledge of Mew's past. ~Are these memories Mew's? How am I seeing them? Is my consciousness more closely intertwined with Mew's than I had thought? Well, I must find out about this woman.~ Mewtwo searched the mountains, and soon found a very unlikely sight. A human campsite, near the top of the tallest peak. ~Could this be the woman from my vision?~ Mewtwo wondered.
A tired, yet oddly tough looking, purple-haired woman was gathering food. "Well, I suppose that there could be a lot worse things to eat," she said as she picked berries off a tree at the base of the mountain. "Only problem is, walking down the mountain and back up uses all of the energy I gain from eating. Unfortunately, I can't move my campsite without going down the mountain and back at least five times, and even then it would be rather dangerous. I really need to find some help soon."
Mewtwo sat down at the campsite. ~Whoever lives here probably wouldn't mind company,~ he thought. He teleported down the mountain, then came back with enough wood to make a fire. He then set it ablaze using pyrokinesis. The woman returned to find her campsite looking the best it ever had, with a rather large pokemon sitting at a roaring campfire.
"Who...who are you?" the woman asked.
~I think I should be the one asking you that. Humans aren't meant to live on top of mountains.~
"How...how can you talk? You're...you're a pokemon, right? I didn't know that pokemon could talk...even Mew never talked, at least not that I could understand."
~I'm not a pokemon...well, not exactly. Anyway, I don't speak in the way you humans do. I speak using telepathy. I'm not even sure if I have a 'true' voice.~
"Well, I can understand you well enough. Besides, after 21 years of living alone in the mountains, I don't mind if the first person I've seen can speak the way I do or not. Although, this is rather odd..."
~What is so odd about it?~ asked Mewtwo.
"Well...it was exactly 21 years ago that I came here in the first place. Tomorrow marks my sighting of the phantom Mew, and lost my communicator."
~Weren't you caught in the avalanche?~ Mewtwo thought aloud.
"How do you know about that? The only way you could have learned about that is through Mew...well, if you know how I came to be trapped here, perhaps you might know what became of my daughter."
~The little girl in the vision...she had hair just like one of the Team Rocket members that I had met...but, if you're her mother, then I'm not surprised in the least that you survived the avalanche.~
"She's in Team Rocket...that's the worst possible thing that could have happened to her. But...what did you mean when you said that you're not surprised that I survived. What are you saying about my daughter?"
~Well...she survived many...well, unlikely, situations, so I figured that it would only be natural that you could, too.~
"What do you mean by that, exactly?"
~Er...well...the best way I can answer is this-'Team Rocket's blasting off again!'~
"That makes no sense."
~Er...Hey! What is your name, anyways? I mean, I should have asked you sooner.~
"Are you ignoring me?"
~No. I will take you to your daughter. But first, you must tell me your name. Are you ready?~
"My name's Miyamoto. Well, that's what they called me in Team Rocket, anyways. I don't feel like telling you my first name."
~Oh, really. Well, if you can't tell me that, then tell me what you know about the mews. Or, at least, the one you met.~
"Mews? I thought there was only one." replied Miyamoto incredulously.
~Well, I think there are more than one. Besides...well...I could be considered...well...if you can have secrets, then I can, too.~
"Fine, I guess...well...about Mew...there was an ancient myth...Mew was thought to be the guardian of the mountains...it was believed to fly over once a year at sunrise...I wanted to see it, and I did...but...before I saw it, there was a blizzard, but it stopped when the mew appeared...when the mew flew away, the blizzard started again, and there was an avalanche...that was how I was stranded...and that day was 21 years ago tomorrow. I don't want to leave now. I want to have one final chance to see Mew again, since I haven't seen him since, and I feel that the most likely day to meet Mew is tomorrow."
~Well, human,~ Mewtwo said, old memories of Mew slipping him into his former self, ~I suppose that one more day will not hurt. We leave tomorrow, after Mew shows himself to me once more.~
Chapter 2: The Unlikely Survivor from Mewtwo's Past
~Water. How much water do I have to fly over to find those mountains? They're almost as elusive as my past...~ Mewtwo trailed off. He had been flying east for hours, and he had finally reached land. The mountains, which he had searched so long for, were in his sight. But, what was this? A woman with purple hair speaks-"That's..."- and is cut off by a "mew." The woman shows the mew a picture of her daughter. "Isn't she cute? Children cost money, so can you please let me capture you?" A blizzard starts, and then an avalanche falls. "I'm going to fall.please, come back!" A "mew" is heard as it flies off. Mewtwo wakes up from his trance, with new knowledge of Mew's past. ~Are these memories Mew's? How am I seeing them? Is my consciousness more closely intertwined with Mew's than I had thought? Well, I must find out about this woman.~ Mewtwo searched the mountains, and soon found a very unlikely sight. A human campsite, near the top of the tallest peak. ~Could this be the woman from my vision?~ Mewtwo wondered.
A tired, yet oddly tough looking, purple-haired woman was gathering food. "Well, I suppose that there could be a lot worse things to eat," she said as she picked berries off a tree at the base of the mountain. "Only problem is, walking down the mountain and back up uses all of the energy I gain from eating. Unfortunately, I can't move my campsite without going down the mountain and back at least five times, and even then it would be rather dangerous. I really need to find some help soon."
Mewtwo sat down at the campsite. ~Whoever lives here probably wouldn't mind company,~ he thought. He teleported down the mountain, then came back with enough wood to make a fire. He then set it ablaze using pyrokinesis. The woman returned to find her campsite looking the best it ever had, with a rather large pokemon sitting at a roaring campfire.
"Who...who are you?" the woman asked.
~I think I should be the one asking you that. Humans aren't meant to live on top of mountains.~
"How...how can you talk? You're...you're a pokemon, right? I didn't know that pokemon could talk...even Mew never talked, at least not that I could understand."
~I'm not a pokemon...well, not exactly. Anyway, I don't speak in the way you humans do. I speak using telepathy. I'm not even sure if I have a 'true' voice.~
"Well, I can understand you well enough. Besides, after 21 years of living alone in the mountains, I don't mind if the first person I've seen can speak the way I do or not. Although, this is rather odd..."
~What is so odd about it?~ asked Mewtwo.
"Well...it was exactly 21 years ago that I came here in the first place. Tomorrow marks my sighting of the phantom Mew, and lost my communicator."
~Weren't you caught in the avalanche?~ Mewtwo thought aloud.
"How do you know about that? The only way you could have learned about that is through Mew...well, if you know how I came to be trapped here, perhaps you might know what became of my daughter."
~The little girl in the vision...she had hair just like one of the Team Rocket members that I had met...but, if you're her mother, then I'm not surprised in the least that you survived the avalanche.~
"She's in Team Rocket...that's the worst possible thing that could have happened to her. But...what did you mean when you said that you're not surprised that I survived. What are you saying about my daughter?"
~Well...she survived many...well, unlikely, situations, so I figured that it would only be natural that you could, too.~
"What do you mean by that, exactly?"
~Er...well...the best way I can answer is this-'Team Rocket's blasting off again!'~
"That makes no sense."
~Er...Hey! What is your name, anyways? I mean, I should have asked you sooner.~
"Are you ignoring me?"
~No. I will take you to your daughter. But first, you must tell me your name. Are you ready?~
"My name's Miyamoto. Well, that's what they called me in Team Rocket, anyways. I don't feel like telling you my first name."
~Oh, really. Well, if you can't tell me that, then tell me what you know about the mews. Or, at least, the one you met.~
"Mews? I thought there was only one." replied Miyamoto incredulously.
~Well, I think there are more than one. Besides...well...I could be considered...well...if you can have secrets, then I can, too.~
"Fine, I guess...well...about Mew...there was an ancient myth...Mew was thought to be the guardian of the mountains...it was believed to fly over once a year at sunrise...I wanted to see it, and I did...but...before I saw it, there was a blizzard, but it stopped when the mew appeared...when the mew flew away, the blizzard started again, and there was an avalanche...that was how I was stranded...and that day was 21 years ago tomorrow. I don't want to leave now. I want to have one final chance to see Mew again, since I haven't seen him since, and I feel that the most likely day to meet Mew is tomorrow."
~Well, human,~ Mewtwo said, old memories of Mew slipping him into his former self, ~I suppose that one more day will not hurt. We leave tomorrow, after Mew shows himself to me once more.~