Chapter 2
Dreams are stories within itself. Dreams are not always so vivid but rather a painting with its own defined features and styles. Dreams are pages within different storybooks. Some talk about others; some talk about you; some don't make sense to any of us. This dream is weird. There was this creature, yet he was so foreign and so indescribable that it's more appropriate to reffer to it as alien. The creature was in a tube which was filled with a slimy green substance. There where these scientists monitoring this creature. They where tweeking this and that and where working hard tinkering some sort of code. They built an organic machine, however this machine was alive. He wanted to breathe. His limbs where full of energy, yet he was strapped down with a numbing insertion. As a matter of fact, everything up to the eyes where inserted and strapped, and put down like he was a rabid dog. He knew very well how things work. He knew that all these researchers are just exploiting him. It all didn't matter to him. He wanted to know why. Why was he put here when all they want was an eccentric killing machine? Why was he made to endure this suffering? Most of all, why does he dread this? He knows what he is capable of. He can break free by killing these people. He struggled, and eventually, he broke free. From there he was told what he knew. There was much chatter, which he predicted. He told them that he was inefficient and many of his factual knowledge that he knew. He questioned them on why they would build an organism if they just wanted some sort of machine. Unfortunately, the message did not get through well. Some scientists were left puzzled and didn't understand why the machine questioned his existance, while others were upset leading a few to leave the premises. He spoke more of his knowledge, yet, one by one, the scientists decided to leave. His creators, which I would've thought to be equivalent to parents, are leaving him coldly alone. He observed this, but he couldn't do anything else. He can not conform to their philosophy and standards. There he was left with one person. An intern in her first day. She was just about to leave, but, before she went through the door, she looked at him one last time. For whatever reason, she closes the door and goes to the creature. Her superiors asked her to leave, but she'll have to insist on comforting the creature one last time. They talked to each other and she comforted him and made him happier. After some shenanigans, she goes to the door to leave. Befor she could open the door, it exploded. Both were carried by the shockwaves and hit the wall so hard that it cracked. The creature got up relatively unscathed, but the intern couldn't move an inch. The creature went to the intern for the last time as the intern told her parting words. She passed away in his hands as he sobbed for the only person to even remotely care about him. He released her, flew up to the sky, and unleashed fury on the people that caused him pain. The people that made him like this. He proceded to blow up the buildings and transportation the people were in. Man, what a weird dream. So dramatic, yet so weird and predictable.
I woke up to see Pikes just about to nudge me. "Oh, you're not dead! Yeah, uhh not dead yeah hmmm…" This is one nervous Pikachu. He kept some distance between us and just looked tense about everything. I sat down with as little strength as I can muster. This proved to be a bit difficult as my legs don't work like they used to before. It is quite the weird experience since I had to find the presumable sole of my feet and use it like how it had usually worked. Then, afterwards, I remembered I had a tail now. A rather long appendage which I can luckilly control since it's just like a third arm. With all this, I, very slowly, got up from my experimental position of looking at my feet while wagging my tail, and sat upright miding the tail. Even I feel weird calling it a tail, since this is not what I envision if I had a tail. While doing this, Pikes looks ever-increasingly nervous and worried. I mean, who wouldn't? If I saw a person in a cave who just Twistered his way into sitting down, I'd be pretty concerned as well. Due to this irregularity, I told him to not worry about it and that I'll explain things to him if he wants one. This made him so much more relieved as he now knows hexs not talking to a crazy person. I also asked if he was fine since he looked rather woorisome just a little while ago. "It's okay, I'm fine, I was just really taking a gamble there;" he took a sigh of relief then kept talking, "anyway, I haven't seen you around here, so what's your name?" "I'm, uhh … my name is Xenos," I replied. Though, at least to me, it felt ingenuine, I guess the message got across. "Xenos? What a funky name. Where do you come from?" Well, I guess I can lump that in with my explanation on why I recreated The Exorcist trying to sit down. I told him that I don't live here or anywhere near here because I'm a human. I also told him that's the reason why I got up in that manner since this body is foreign to me. He was shocked, but he told me that humans went extinct a long time ago. "So, like, what are you then?" he exhanged. I told him, "Well, from what I can gather, I'm supposed to be a Mew." I knew I am a Mew now; well, I had a hunch at least. Pikes stood up, and begun examining me thoroughly and inspecting every fibre of me. He looked unsure. Thereafter, he sat down with a calm demeanor, grabbed from his backpack what I assume a notebook, flipped pages to a certain paper, had one more good look at me, and gave a little smirk. "Mister Xenos, and I shit you not, this is amazing." He grabbed this accessory thing and began scribbling on his notebook. "I mean, honestly, I'd never thought I would ever meet such a rare mon, but here you are." He began to record things. I asked him what he was doing and he simply replied, "It's my hobby. I'm a historian." When he said these, you could see the sparkle in his eyes. He continued, "No mon, here and villages near, take note of anything they observe but my dad showed me why it was important to take note of everything. However, I'm not limited to history since I just love taking notes whenever." I got up, with the best of my abilities, this time not recreating some cliche horror movie, walked, or rather crawl to him, and took a peek at his notes and what he was writing down. It was the same modified Latin script, the Unown script, using the thing attached to his paw to mark.
As I feared, I am being observed and written on. I knew that since I have a fair bit of knowledge of Pokèmon from when I was young. Even Mew was being written on in that world where it only exists in code; how much more if it is an actual rare species that is probably extinct? Now that's not the issue at hand, rather it is that I'm not mentally a Mew as I've been human for as long as I know. I told Pikes that I should be recorded seperate from Mews since I'm not going to think like a Mew but like a human person. "Oh, yeah, don't worry about it. I'm just listing, like, details about Mews in general." He removed his accessory and puts it on top of an ink well thing, which is subsequentently placed in his bag. "However, I have to list every detail down, otherwise I'd forget." I looked at the book and a page entitled '#151H Mew' shows a small drawing of an egyptian-looking depiction of a Mew as well as details and statuses that I wasn't able to thoroughly read. He closed the book and put it into his bag, wore it, and got up. "I see you have trouble walking." As if the wobbling wasn't at all obvious. "Don't worry, I have a friend who can help. You can leave here if you want to, but, seeing as you are unfit for travel, maybe I could get you a room at the local inn or you could stay with me for a while." Lovely. I said, gratefully, "Thank you for the offer. I guess I'll stay with you, since I don't plan on leaving any time soon." He walked into the forest gesturing for me to follow. I tried everything to walk at a steady pace, but all seemed to fail miserably. The upright strategy yielded the most profit as I can walked the most consistent with it provided I do wobble and get off balance from time to time. Crawling puts me more off balance, suprisingly, but is considerably much easier to traverse. Tiptoeing just makes things more wobbly and out of balance. I grabbed a nicely sized firm stick that helps me walk, so I wouldn't wobble every step or so. Mews tend to not walk anyway. From what I know, they levitate, which, sadly, I don't know how to do. Saying this, the ground was soft and a little muddy. Not enough to stick to my feet and hands thankfully, but the slipperiness is still there. As we seemingly gallivant through the woods, since it looks like we're going nowhere, I seem to notice an aftermath. Some trees smell of ash and burnt sap while others have just a mountain's worth of dew. There was some sort of tragedy here since wildlife seemed sparse and barren while plants and trees have shown unnatural signs that occur too frequently. As I spaced out and observed every bit of the forestry, my feet instantly felt a different texture. This is because we have arrived at the Connection Road; that's what Pikes says anyways. It looked Medieval or Roman in style. The cobble texture is definitely the defining trait. Aside from this, it was so much easier to walk since the road has a firm grip on my feet. The road is surrounded by forests in both sides, hills or mountains on one end, and a coast with what looks like a city on the other.
"The original name of the city, from what I can gather, is Porto Novæ Spes and the open sea as Idisati. Nowadays, we just call it Novaspi and Idest Bay. A nice river, which was originally called the Flumen Dei Novæ Spes, now called the Flumendy passes through and gives life to Novaspi. It's quite the beauty isn't it?" A beauty indeed. It's like Monaco or the south of France. It's one of those cities where, from a distance, it glitters ever so faintly and it gives this wonderful effect to the already beautiful city. I also have this itching feeling that if I question Pikes about anything, he'll pull out some historical trivia to go with description. We trek down the path towards the town and see the nice river flowing through the city. It's not Venice, sure, but there's a lot of water here since it looked to be built in the river. There is also juat an abundance of bridges, the likes of which could rival London's. As we arrive at the edge of this city, Pikes told me to wait here by the bridge for a minute or so. He then ran off into the city and did whatever he needed to do. I took to my senses to fill my curiosity. The bridge itself is built of wood and supported by stones. The river below came from both sides of the forest. The river is relatively clean and is deep enough to probably harbour a decent sized boat. I then turned my attention to the city. The city is amazing. It gives Venice and Southern France vibes and has relatively flat land. However, the people, or Pokèmon rather, seemed a little distressed. Their faces, which is weirdly expressive, tells of fear and confusion. I leaned back on the wood railing of the bridge, and took a better look at the townsfolk and the village itself. There are definitely no signs of invasion, which would be the biggest threat in this Medieval-Renaissance era. There are also no signs of plague and pestilence since an aftermath would leave survivors devistated and emotional. News could've affected this state of fear. However, from what I can deduce, no one is talking about these news, but trying to avoid it altogether. I thought of it hard, yet not one definitive conclusion came to mind.
By this point, I just spaced out completely and just admired some things here that where difficult to see back in the Old World. Sitting on the bridge out in the open sun is not grueling, but rather relaxing as the zephyrs softly caress my face. The sky is a nice gentle blue where birds fly in groups, just like the Old World. However, without warning, Pikes gave me a little nudge that cut me out of my state of trance. It shocked me enough to jump out, but, from the mere few interactions we have, he seems to be pretty good at the nudging game. "Yeah, so there's a bit of a ruckus in the city. Don't worry, you'll blend in nicely. Just wear this coat and this little shoulder pack, and you'll be noticed by no one except probably Alky." I was given a blue hooded puffer zipper coat, which was obviously designed for a two year old, as well as a shoulder pack akin to a more robust and handcrafted style. The coat fits nice and comfortably and the zipper and puffs from the coat made me feel colder than usual. It is quite the weird experience. I wore the shoulder bag and gave a thumbs up to Pikes. Pikes took a while to figure out what I meant by the little finger thing going up. Eventually, I told him that I am ready to go and so we went. I ditched the stick and got to walking fine, for the first few steps at least. Quickly, it became apparent that I needed that stick whether I like it or not. Since Pikes and I are about the same height, I grabbed his backpack which signalled him about my condition. We now walked slower; scratch that, we walked so much more slower than before. We begrudgingly trudge our way to his house. I say we, but it's more I, since I hate having to be limited by natural causes such as sickness, fatigue, and my feet not working like feet usually work. As we went through the main roads and side alleys, I've observed numerous faces all saying one thing, "Just what happened?" It's also a bit weird to get stared at, yet barely anyone did that to me. Maybe because they themselves are just as out of the ordinary as I am. Like seriously, I saw this long furry snake, this chicken with no arms, there's a living sunflower, and just all these other bizarre Pokèmon that I could not describe easily. This is like a whole new world. Well, to clarify, this is a whole New World, but, just because it's a new world, doesn't mean I'll just forget about who I am, and, more importantly, who I was. This city reminds me of just that: humans. Every architecture and design here started with humans.
As per usual I was spacing out again, while I am guided by Pikes to his house. His residence is surrounded by the river bend which means that only he really lives here since no one wanted to live near the river bends. Also due to this, there is a street that goes to it, and it's not just some back alley to get there. It is a full-on bridge, albeit a rather short one, to get from the city border to his casa. This gives it a nice scenic view when coming in and a great old forest surrounds it all around since, again, no one else bothered living there. I thought that now that we're home, I can finally just take in what I have and relax for a while. On the front of the door waits an Alakazam.