Celebi's eyes burned. Zerobi's were no better off, and Lucario would be among them if not for the fact that his numerous wounds drowned out any ocular pain he might have noted otherwise.
Despite this, none of them could look away. The protests of their bodies went entirely unanswered and the world around them went entirely unnoticed as they gazed into the light. It was not until many minutes had passed that Celebi noticed her highly inflexible body had been contorted in a manner which caused further discomfort. Attempting to adjust herself, she was finally forced to remove her attention from the object of interest, but felt the need to justify her actions to the others in the room.
"I do not understand the plot…" she whispered weakly.
"Me neither. Let's change the channel," Zerobi replied and jabbed at the soon-to-be broken remote with her scythe-like fingers.
"Eh. I've seen it, anyway," Lucario remarked as he leaned back, the old battery-driven television they had found giving off a buzzing noise as Zerobi fiddled about its settings. He had in fact not seen the episode they had currently been watching, but figured the majority had made their vote and there was no point in arguing. They were trying to keep Celebi company after all, being flower-ridden alone in an empty cave was apparently extremely boring. Who'd have thought?
So far they had seen a strange soap opera involving three men about to be evicted from their bachelor's pad. Zerobi liked this one. One show had two people throwing surprisingly complex insults at each other which made Celebi laugh so hard she almost fell off the flower; sadly they only caught the last 5 minutes of it and the closest TV guide was most likely lying in a heap of snow somewhere, discarded during the last century. Zerobi flipped between the few channels available to them, some cartoon channel, some news channel, nothing of interest came up as she let the remote rest before her and a show about cats appeared on screen. Trying to think of what to do, the cute meowing kept their attention transfixed on the television and none of them bothered to object. It was not exactly a show meant to stimulate the intellect, but what guilty pleasure is more irresistible than that of cuddly little kittens?
"Turn it off," a sharp and highly hostile voice sounded from the entrance. Lucario's trademark vigilance replaced by visions of felines playing with yarn, he failed to notice Zoroark marching in with a stride and a newspaper under her left arm. It failed to register on any higher level with Celebi and Zerobi as well, Zoroark generally never left her study and they had both been certain she had left Nomad's Land by now.
"Turn it off, or I'll kick it off!" Zoroark said more viciously this time, walking up to the side of the TV and raising her leg. Having always been quite poor with machinery, she had no idea how to operate it, but knew she had gotten her message across as Celebi made a startled jump and Zerobi scrambled for the plastic tatters that were once a remote. Still teetering on the edge of outrage, she threw the newspaper straight into Lucario's face and crossed her arms expectantly.
"Can't it wait…?" Lucario mumbled peeved as he slowly pulled the paper from his face and turned it around to read the headlines. Top billing appeared to be some legendary artist making a comeback, but the lines below it suggested that 7 people had died in an earthquake outside Saffron City. There was a large picture of much destruction; a large building had become part of the pavement.
He passed the paper over to Celebi, and Zerobi stood up to read it as well. She went pale. Or rather gained a bluish hue, barely visible beneath her black fur. Celebi didn't go pale, but the stems on her head curled up like the legs of a dying spider.
"What is the meaning of this!?" Zoroark burst out, unable to hold back her anger, "Have you yet to tell the other legendaries of our alliance!?"
"Wh-What's wrong?" Lucario stammered in surprise, looking between the others for some kind of answer. The downtrodden appearance of the two sisters suggested he was the only one in the dark.
"Our outpost in Saffron City, completely demolished!" Zoroark responded with fury, "Six dead, fifteen wounded and one legendary to blame for it!"
"That cannot be!" Celebi shouted in denial as she opened up the relevant pages and hastily started reading, "None of us would ever… How did this happen?"
"Wait… You mean, that hideout underground?" Lucario recalled a place of plants glowing in the dark, getting stabbed in the side and a particularly gullible ride, "Oh crap, don't tell me that bird's…"
"Bird's fine. Hideout's not," Zoroark stated bluntly as she forced herself to calm down, trying to remember the report she had received, "Complete cave-in. Groudon dug through the wall like it was made out of butter. Those close to the surface quickly escaped, and those further down got hurt but eventually managed to drag themselves out."
Zoroark swallowed hard and Zerobi noted the newspaper was dated a week ago, suggesting the news had just made it to this remote location. She wondered what else had been going on they knew nothing about.
"Out of those directly in Groudon's way…" Zoroark continued with a raspy voice, "… Only pieces left."
Her eyes were filled with sadness and disappointment as she looked at Celebi, who had a positively terrified expression. But soon Celebi remembered that she had become the only legendary left around, and it was no doubt her role to answer for this.
"Are you certain it was Groudon?" Celebi asked with newfound composure, sitting up straight and feeling like her healing process was coming along well.
"Red plates. Digger. Big," Zoroark clarified, or perhaps clouded the picture, "True, none of the victims got a good look at him due to all the dust whirling around, but the description fits nothing else, especially not considering the size. Why?"
"Did Mew tell any of you the story about Groudon?" Celebi asked another question while for some reason looking expectantly at Lucario.
"… Maybe? If so, I can't remember," Lucario admitted, having been told hundreds of tales about things that seemed unimportant at the time and most of which were unimportant still. He vaguely recalled making a joke about the name 'Groudon' sounding silly, but that could just be his confident wit overwriting the truth in his memories.
"Never mind Lucario, of course we know it!" Zerobi jumped in to remind them that asking an amnesiac for history is a poor first hand choice, "Groudon appeared, caused a drought in Hoenn and the two humans Brendan and May stopped it."
"You're thinking of Kyogre," Zoroark corrected her with disdain, "And that was a flood, not a drought."
"Almost certain it was a drought," Zerobi replied carefully, not wanting to agitate Zoroark but feeling safer than usual with Lucario and her sister by her side, "Half the continent's already underwater… Would they even notice a flood?"
"Not that story!" Celebi interrupted while wishing she had worded her question differently to keep them from going off on a completely unrelated tangent, "That was the story of Groudon's son. Like us Celebi, the Groudon heritage is nearly identical save for a few minor differences."
Zoroark and Zerobi were shooting daggers at each other, but eventually chose to listen to the legendary. Celebi wondered if her homely attitude had led them to lose a bit of respect for her, and considered that perhaps she should go back to acting high and mighty like the days before meeting Pikablu.
"But unlike us Celebi, the Groudon are male and do not die as they sire the next generation," she explained, the nature of legendaries a subject she was well versed in, "As such, there are currently two Groudon in existence, father and son. The same is true for Rayquaza, but not Kyogre."
"I am not particularly interested in hearing them shift blame on one another," Zoroark pointed out before ripping the newspaper from Celebi's hands and pointing at the cover, "One of them decided to kill us, and I will know why!"
"… Then let me tell you a story…" Celebi whispered as she closed her eyes, "… The story passed down among us legendaries regarding what happened three centuries ago…"
There was a time. As all times past, there was a time when it was the present, but the further away that time is, the less reasonable it seems. This was a time very long ago, so long ago that nobody alive today would ever humor the notion of everything once happening in the present, that anything could have come to pass instead of the future we know to pass.
A shrine stands on the banks of the great sea. In these times the great sea has yet to receive a more distinctive name, and has been charted about as far as a man standing climbing a tree can see. For rather a many ages it had merely been referred to as "the cold big wobbly thing with bity creatures in it" but that was even longer ago than this. Those alive in this era fashioned themselves to be civilized, holding that they were at the peak of innovation and knowledge, and as such a barbarian term like that was unsuitable. The great sea was simply water, after all. Poor drinking material but water nonetheless.
The shrine was not dedicated to the great sea, however. It had been raised in the name of two deities. Not that the deities would have minded sharing the spotlight, one of them was actually quite fond of the great sea as well, it was just that giving praise to a thoughtless formless entity seemed to be a thankless endeavor. The two deities were neither thoughtless nor formless after all, and had no restrictions when it came to helping people in need. Unaware of what they could do to please gods, a fantastic monument had been erected to their glory, built by men paid in wheat and beer. Every tenth lunar cycle, a suitable offering had been made at the shrine to ensure the people's protection, something the deities happily obliged with, and occasionally the sacrifice to win their favor with, which the gods had ignored. Appreciation was nice and all, but they had no intention of giving positive reinforcement for such crude behavior.
But this was all long ago. All of this was long ago, but the offerings had been a long time gone even at the exact moment where this story takes place. The two deities beheld their poorly kept shrine, eroded by the waves and looking more like a set of ruins than a place of worship.
"Empty. Again," Groudon exclaimed with disappointment as he bent over to examine the inside of the small building.
"Not a single soul beseeches us," Kyogre said in a tone that had that the classic I-told-you-so vibe to it, "It seems they have become fully independent… Or have they merely forgotten about us?"
"After all we did for them…" Groudon growled to himself. The moon was a slow and his moment to shine occurred seldom, the thought that nobody could spare a single night to see him felt very demoralizing.
"Please. No more agonizing," Kyogre pleaded while moving a bit closer to land, keeping her flippers on the seafloor to make sure she did not become stranded, "The time when they needed us has passed. Our role in their society is over."
"Ah, but can you not remember our days of glory?" Groudon reminisced with a dreamy look, "Like gods, they treated us with offerings and prayers, song and dance… Our beautiful worshippers…"
How he missed the tiny humans. After the last few disappointments he had told himself it was merely temporary, that man would come to him when disaster struck as they always had in the past. But recently, sleeping in his cave he had come to fear that his future was to be abandoned and forgotten.
Letting his heavy tail slam against the ground, he looked up beyond the great mountain chain (formerly known as the Tall Hard Stuff where Trog tripped and bashed his brains out) and started walking towards it. This displeased Kyogre.
"What do you think you are doing?" she asked as she pulled up even closer to land.
"I grow weary of traversing underground. Just a few steps above soil…!" Groudon said with determination, "If only a single one of them could see me, they would realize that we still exist!"
"No! You will not do this thing!" Kyogre shouted as she leaped out of the water and grabbed onto Groudon's tail with her large mouth. Groudon roared as he tried to swirl around, but her grip was too strong as she steadily pulled him back into the great sea with her. Feeling his feet touch the cold water, a shivering Groudon stopped resisting and Kyogre let go as a result.
"They are able to live on happily without us! Such was our intention all along!" Kyogre burst out with disappointment, Groudon turning around to lash out at her but feeling himself come short of words due to a localized but extremely intense pink light appearing by the horizon. The two deities awkwardly composed themselves as a small figure now hovered between them, having moved with admirable speed and control over aviation.
"Oh my, has it been ten lunar cycles already?" Mew asked, having sped up after feeling the two brutally powerful aura clash, "Groudon. Kyogre. How fare thee?"
"Ill," Groudon replied bitterly, "Our shrine, desolate once more. These anniversaries are naught but disappointment."
"Nonsense! After all, when else would I be able to see you?" Mew pointed out with a smile as she descended to the ground, "Besides, I brought something to celebrate!"
Taking a few awkward steps, Mew cursed her weak legs and decided to fly anyway, moving into the shrine while being followed by Kyogre's and Groudon's staring. In the center of the shrine was a bowl, covered in marks from cutting tools and colored by various dried up liquids, Mew depositing an item in it.
"What is it?" Groudon asked, peering inside the small shack to see the even smaller Mew approach the miniscule bowl and withdraw the same impossibly tiny object from it.
"A book!" Mew chimed excitedly as she flew out and held it up close to Groudon's massive eyeball.
"I can see that it is a block," Kyogre said while trying to sound important, "A block of what?"
"No, a boo-k," Mew corrected her while flying over to Kyogre and pressing it against her enormous chin, "A gift from modern science!"
Kyogre let her eye focus in as she lifted a heavy flipper and prodded the object, unintentionally pushing Mew back. It had a quaint and very unfamiliar sensation to it, something quite unlike anything she had felt before.
"You took this from one of those site-ys, did you not?" Kyogre asked with equal amounts of interest and accusation. Once mankind had learned the ways of farming, they had taken to permanently occupying several acres of land, the settlers using frightening tools to push away the local inhabitants. Both deities had little awareness of the current times, but this abrupt change happened before they lost their followers. Kyogre was not pleased with this development and had hoped humanity would revert to a more simple way of life.
"They… Cities are not so bad anymore," Mew tried to defend the humans, having grown rather fond of their pursuit of knowledge over the past few decades, "They have laws now, and they've stopped killing each other over every bit of disagreement… Well, for the most part."
Hoping to bless her elders with a fraction of the new discoveries she had made, she opened up the book and held it up for both of them to see. This was easier said than done, both Kyogre and Groudon moving so close to the small creature it appeared as if they were leaning in for a kiss. Both Groudon and Kyogre held their breath in an attempt to make sense out of what they were seeing.
"What are those colorless scratches? Are they symbols?" Kyogre asked as quietly as a ginormous whale god could muster.
"Alphabet… Letters forming words… Creating language without sound!" Mew explained happily, eliciting a confused grunt from Groudon. Mew almost took his eye out by pushing the literary device too close for further examination.
"They call it 'writing', a storage of words that lets them communicate with each other across place and time!" she continued excitedly while turning the book towards herself, "I am still learning to read, but this is no problem. Barely intermediate!"
"What does it say?" Kyogre asked with a newfound sense of interest. Mew remained silent for a few moments while squinting.
"… Well, who cares?" she whispered before splaying out the page she had chosen this exact book for, "What matters are the two drawings on this page."
The page to the right was merely a jumble of alphabet, but the left page showed a red hulking beast with claws visible and spikes jutting out from his sides, as well as a blue fish with four-fingered flippers and mysterious markings covering her body. Groudon inhaled sharply as Mew turned the book towards Kyogre, who soon found herself smiling.
"… Magnificent!" Groudon exclaimed in pride and joy, "They… They do remember us!"
"Now, you must tell us what those writing say!" Kyogre demanded with surprise rather unbefitting of a giant whale.
"Kyogre… Protector of the sea," Mew said quietly as the words jumped around her head, "And Groudon… Defender of the earth."
The two deities cheered and laughed, feeling things they had not in decades. They spoke of many things, times gone by with each other, the changes in the world with Mew, and all seemed to be going well on the surface. In truth, there was a matter of great importance on Mew's mind, and as the atmosphere eventually relaxed she decided to speak up about it.
"I did not come here only for celebration…" Mew whispered slowly, realizing both the legendaries giving her their full attention. She lifted the book with telepathy and set it back to rest on the ground for the time being, hoping neither of the giants would accidentally crush it before she could return it to the library.
"During my travels, I frequently came upon a great danger stalking these lands," she explained with a serious tone, "A fearsome being that sustains nourishment from the misery of others, spreading terror and despair from ocean to hill."
"Such a loathsome creature should not remain alive for long," Groudon stated bluntly. Many villains had come and gone in his time and they had a tendency to be killed by an angry mob or after messing with the wrong Pokémon.
"Indeed, but it is a rather accomplished trickster," Mew tried to explain as best she could, not entirely sure of the nature of this being herself, "If I were to bring it here… Will you help me destroy it?"
Groudon and Kyogre exchanged a quick look. The kind of look that questioned whether they should agree immediately or let two to three seconds pass first.
"Do we look that busy to you?" Kyogre asked with a genuinely puzzled appearance.
"We now have a name to live up to! A legacy to uphold!" Groudon shouted triumphantly while slamming the ground with his tail, "Dastardly fool shall cease its faulty ways or perish by Fissure!"
"I do believe it can fly, it is quite elusive," Mew recalled before nodding with a smile, "But I am certain you will arrange something. Unless, of course, I am able to take care of it on my own. This is merely an extra precaution, for I am unaware of its abilities in combat."
"If so, please let us know," Kyogre replied gently, "We shall remain here, awaiting your arrival. And…"
Letting her fin caress the beach, she found what she was looking for and pushed it out of the harmful water's way.
"… If possible, bring more blocks of book," she finished with an intrigued smile, "This new phenomenon interests me."
Time passed. The two legendaries practiced their combat abilities mostly out of excitement as no creature on earth could ever hope to best their might. After that they spent most of their days talking about old times and trying to flip the pages of their new book without tearing it to shreds. It was a great relief when Mew finally returned, having a new visitor in tow.
How this unfamiliar being had managed to elude anyone seemed a mystery, for it was as dark as the sun was bright. Even at the size of a regular human, it stood out against the morning sun like an eclipse. Groudon put on a serious expression and Kyogre moved a bit further out into the water, to have a better position for firing off a powerful Hydro Cannon. Mew seemed to be leading the creature directly towards them, and they prepared themselves for when she would sway to the side and let them free to annihilate her pursuer.
But Mew slammed face-first into the bluff with a painful thud. Although essentially being weightless, the impact of her body made a nice display of sand and dirt shoot up from all around her. Kyogre winced but Groudon remained stoic as the black creature set down and picked up Mew by her head in its long, terrifying arms.
"Pitiful Mew. Thou shalt not grovel before a deserted icon," he said with a voice so deep it even impressed Groudon. Mew gasped for air, sand in her face and tears in her eyes making any sort of vision impossible.
"This world naught requires protection," he picked up on a conversation unheard by anyone but the two of them, "It craves destroyers. Bringers of pain and death, creating the perfect breeding ground for fear and misery."
With a flick of his wrist, the specter tossed Mew aside and elevated himself to face the massive Groudon directly.
"I am unsuitable for this role," he admitted, though no bit of concession audible in his voice or visible on his person, "For decades I may reign, but it shall only lead to my inevitable demise at the hands of those who despise me. I only wish to reap the benefits."
"Quite cheeky, this one!" Groudon roared with all his might, beside himself with rage at seeing Mew hurt and a stranger having the gall to speak to him as an equal.
"Bringer of darkness! Do you truly wish to be annihilated so badly!?" Kyogre bellowed and started charging up a mountain-rending Hyper Beam, too furious to even consider anything lighter.
"I am the bringer of wisdom and guidance," he corrected her while doing his best to stare down two gods, "You are the imposers of false hope and meaningless morality. The people of this world have already begun learning the truth, denying you imposter Gods of your undeserving praise and-"
Unfamiliar with the etiquette of letting someone finish their monologue, Groudon reached out to crush the insect mocking them. But then he did not. He stayed his hand and opened his mouth in protest, something unusual groping around inside his being.
"Such an archaic mind," the black creature spoke while twisting his arm back and forth through the air, "You fancy yourself above those you protect, yet could not even begin to fathom the thoughts of a mere human being. Where Mew has merely wept, you shall resign everything!"
Hoping her partner would have destroyed the infidel or at the very least moved out of the way by now, Kyogre was forced to turn her head upwards and let loose the Hyper Beam, trying to limit the effects of its power to that of unfortunate flying-types. Groudon screamed and roared and stomped around in wrath and agony, his eyes bouncing left and right as if trying to escape his head. He lashed out in every direction to swat down the thing responsible for whatever was happening to him, the dark being merely moving out of his reach as Groudon accidentally crushed the shrine like tinder beneath his feet.
"You…! What devilish trickery have you wrought upon my dear friend?!" Kyogre screamed as she gasped for air and let the water cool her down.
"He is your dear friend no longer. His meager brain is devoured and he is now a mindless beast," the unlit menace stated remorselessly, "You wish to be a protector? Put him down before he brings ruin to the world."
"The depths beckon for your soul, miserable wretch!" Kyogre bellowed with untold fury as she leapt out of the water, only to be tackled to the bluff by Groudon. He roared and clawed at her, drawing blood from everywhere as she spun around and successfully threw him off. Once more she turned her attention towards the mysterious being, but he was gone.
She yelped in surprise as the legendary came charging towards her, and in a panic she used her powerful flippers to throw herself out to sea. But his charge did not stop there – It kept going, past rocks, through trees and almost certainly one or two Pokémon resting therein as he threw his massive claws and feet in every direction.
"Groudon!" she yelled as she saw the mindless destruction her friend was causing. She remembered what the darkened wraith had said as she followed the other legendary by sea past a forest, realizing Groudon was moving towards one of the human cities.
"GROUDON!" she shouted, more desperately this time. She had to calm him down, immobilize him, anything to stop this senseless rampage. He would not even look at her. There was no other way as she fired a Hydro Pump at him, knocking the massive legendary against the mountain's wall. Not a second passed as he returned fire with a Hyper Beam, striking her head-on and evaporating the sea around her in a display of destruction never seen before or since. Screams and roars filled the air as they continued trading blows, struggling and fighting, reshaping the very earth beneath them.
Seven days passed before Mew came around. She faintly recalled having had two separate but equally terrifying nightmares. One had revolved around all the terrible things in her life amplifying and enveloping her, bringing endless fear. The other entailed the end of the world. As she looked around, she was sad to realize that both of them had been for real.
The black shadow hovered beside her, impassive and silent. All else was destruction. Holes in the mountains, footprints and craters in the ground, even the heavens appeared broken as lightning fell like rain. Waves stood tall on the great sea, wet cinder and ashes graced the landscape in this dismal vision of the apocalypse.
"P-Please… N-No more…" Mew uttered breathlessly as she covered her head in her hands and began to cry.
"Do you fear the truth? I have only shown you reality," he stated and lay his terrifying arm around her, "Among the legendaries, only you are in constant pursuit of knowledge. Did you not wish to learn? Are you no different from the two giants and their mindless rampage?"
Shaking in fear and sadness, Mew moved away from this terrible being.
"Embrace it, child. Destruction is inevitable, creation coincidental. The world revolves around death and misery, to keep it waiting would be a sin," he clarified as he moved closer still, "Dispel the illusion, and all shall be known to you."
In this haze of hopelessness, the most unlikely memories came to light inside Mew. The cities with their stubborn humans and constant disputes, philosophers shouting whatever nonsense sounded right, scientists arguing loudly about matters too complex even for her, lawyer debating which is right in an impossible scenario…
"You are wrong!" Mew yelled as she flew up into the air, far away from his reach, "It is only from your perspective that the world revolves around misery! With enough time, I can prove it!"
The murky ghost instantly followed her and gazed deep into her eyes.
"Such desperation, trying to save yourself," he said coldly and expressionless.
"Do you fear the truth!?" Mew shouted back in his face, somehow channeling the many crude debates she had heard exchanged between people over the years. The evil spirit went silent. It slowly dawned on her that he was trying to think of an equally fitting response but lacked it. Perhaps he was not used to arguing?
"Interesting rhetoric," he spoke as he withdrew to a respectable distance, "As you wish. I shall give you ample time to realize the folly of your claim."
"What time?! You have already doomed the world!" Mew screamed, feeling the brutal aura of her two friends still going at it far, far away, "None can oppose Groudon and Kyogre! They will destroy everything!"
"They will do my will, and I will to stall it," the cold mist-like creature stated and began to soar away. Had it been any other Pokémon present for this, this next part would never have happened. But this particular Mew was unique. Her thirst for knowledge in a world of mysteries unquenchable.
"Wait!" Mew said as loudly as she could muster, feeling quite a bit out of breath after all that had transpired, "Wh… What are you…!?"
The menacing wisp stopped and let his arms rest by his sides.
"Humanity. An unremarkable and weak species. For hundreds of thousands of years they roamed the earth as mindless beasts."
"But then, a great man was born. A prodigy in every sense of the word. He learned how to bend nature to his will, turning wood into fire and producing food from seed and soil. He was the birth of science."
"Many sought the company of this man, making use of his discoveries and wondering what he would dream up next. His influence eventually reached beyond that of his fellow men. An immortal goddess, a Pokémon more ancient than time itself desired this man more than anyone. In all her millennia she had never witnessed anything akin to what mankind wrought, for although she was powerful beyond anything, she knew not how to create like humans."
"Advancing technology beyond anyone's imagination, the man soon fell prey to the short lifespan bestowed upon his species. He did not fear death. He was satisfied and confident that humanity would continue the progress of what he began. But the goddess was not. She felt a man like this was worth a million of the worthless apes that had come before and would follow, refusing to let him die. Descending to the earth, she stole the lives of several humans and Pokémon, sacrificing their freshly deceased bodies to reinvigorate the dying man and save him from the brink of death."
"None blamed the goddess. The man continued to live, and continued to bring about scientific breakthroughs, saving thousands for the price of a hundred. Both Pokémon and humans rejoiced and flourished, and the goddess became more and more invested in the man. She began to demand things of him. The man was to make her like him. Teach her how to joy, how to suffer. How to love, how to die. As his time arrived again and again, she would slaughter more and infuse him with their lives to keep him alive for centuries in order to fulfill her wish."
"At long last, the man completed his work. The goddess smiled in triumph, preparing to partake in his latest experiment. It was the last thing she ever did, for he could not teach her how to joy, how to suffer. How to love, how to die. She had already robbed him of all that by making him immortal like her. His knowledge let him transfigure this goddess older than time itself into an ethereal being, a wretched spirit without will or desire, bending reality and corrupting anything close to her. All so that he might finally be allowed to die."
"But he did not. The constant revival had rendered him immortal, the tormented souls of Pokémon and humans within not letting him stop. And so, he wandered the earth without a purpose or goal. His body withered, but he kept going. His mind twisted, but he kept going. Year upon year, decade upon decade, century upon century… Until all that remained was…"
He fell silent. An eternity seemed to pass as he slowly turned his head towards Mew, the two blotches of discoloration that was his eyes floating around his a face like running paint on a canvas.
"What am I?" he repeated, "I am the greatest human. I am the perfect Pokémon. I am that which usurped god."
I
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DARKRAI
Author's Note: I did a read on the first chapter of The Human Species in the hopes of turning it into an Audiobook. You know, so you can listen to the story when you're out walking, on the subway, playing games etc. Any bit of feedback is appreciated, tell me if it's good and I'll record the rest and if it's bad (English is not my native language, most likely more apparent in speech than writing) I won't waste my time. It should coincide nicely with the end of the story, which is rapidly approaching. Are you ready for it?
You can find it by searching for "Lonesome Wanderer Lucario Audiobook" on Youtube or following this link:
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