Intermission

I was told to watch out for him, when he came. To be aware and ready for when the one known as the Weather's Master awakened in this sad little meadow. Since I had nothing better to do with my time, I agreed. However, I wasn't quite prepared for the Pokémon she spoke of to just suddenly blink into existence here on the grass. I was expecting a Dragonair-like creature, maybe one that looked like a Tyranitar, but human? A human that was a Pokémon? Or a Pokémon that was human? Who can tell?

And he looked like the human that passed through this meadow before, the one that never saw daylight again. Looked like him, but didn't smell like him. Didn't act like him. Not quite like in the story.

This Pokémon, Raykyoudon, knew nothing about this world, yet knew everything. The golden eyes, full of innocence and wonder, reminded me of days when I was younger. Time changed that, knowledge changed that. Now, until she returns to let me know that my job is done, I must watch over this infantile Pokémon.

He learns of his own clothing, his own power, startling me both times when he played with them. He ate quite a bit of the fruits and berries that grew here in the forest and napped stretched out on the grass. Yet for all the playfulness, for all the laughter and joy he shines with, I can feel that there was a darkness somewhere, waiting to take him back. He dances around when there's nothing to do, and chases after all kinds of things. Butterflies, fish, Pokémon, wind-blown leaves, everything is a wonderful new plaything for him.

Then the night he made rain come down on this forest, I learned why he was called the Weather's Master. Every Pokémon I've ever seen that could affect the weather did so effortlessly. Raykyoudon did it as if the weather was waiting for permission to change. As if the sky and the water and earth and the sun were holding their breaths, holding in their power, waiting for him to make some motion that said, 'Shine brighter', 'Rain fall here', or 'Blow gently there'. He didn't think much of it. Just did it and kept playing around.

Sometimes I wonder 'Why here?'. Why does he insist in staying in this wretched little meadow? Sure there was plenty of food and the water was cool and clear, the grass soft and lush and inviting, but there was something more to it. There was more to this clearing than what he thought. And I couldn't bring myself to tell him.

Raykyoudon calls this meadow The Beginning, and I think to myself, 'Kid, you couldn't be further from the truth'. This is no Beginning; this is The End. The End of an innocent life, the End of an age of safety for Pokémon, the End of the time of the Chosen Master. What happened here years and years ago was passed down as a whispered horror story among my kind. It served to warn that the End was coming, though who was to know how that Caterpie knew of that event?

As for Celebi, she said I would receive a reward for watching Raykyoudon, so I keep watching. I stay here with him, -though I'd rather be far, far away- watching him. Teaching him. Playing with him.

Yet in all the time I've been with him, I kept feeling that same odd feeling. There was something waiting for him. Something horrible, yet necessary. Something that he couldn't live without, even though he was doing just fine without it for now. Celebi had said she couldn't find it yet, but once she had it, she would come back and relieve me of this charge.

So I sit here, watching Raykyoudon roll around in the flowers, laughing and making himself dizzy, and I think about this place and this Pokémon.

This Beginning, which was The End.

The Darkness that was coming but had to come to balance the light.

And Raykyoudon, who despite having all the powers of nature, was still missing something... but what...?