My fellow Arthenians:

I'll keep this Author's Note brief, and simplify my thoughts into one questions:

Are you enjoying the excerpts from the Great Text? I genuinely enjoy writing them, and while I'm more than happy to just continue along with the story, I am also willing to continue adding these every few chapters to provide more exposition and information that may help you guys grasp the plot more effectively.

Okay, I lied...One more thing:

You guys may notice that along the procession of the story Zoroark will be the only Pokemon of its gen to appear. This is because I haven't watched or played the series past the white and black franchise, and a lot of those Pokemon are... Well, just plain derpy (Vanilluxe?). So sorry if that offends you guys. I'll try to mix it up some, however.

ONE MORE thing: There is a section in here where our main character renounces his faith. If you find this offensive, I'm sorry. I personally am still a Christian (specifically Moravian), but it doesn't make sense for the main character to be any more. So apologies in advance for blaspheming or whatever the hell its called.

(Forgive me, Father.)

Now here's chapter three.

POI: Ben (Human, male)

He read again what he had transcribed... And as he anticipated, just as it had all of the occasions leading up to this one, it seemed all the more unreasonable.

Excerpt from "The Impeccable Existence"

The entire experience was a disturbingly rattling one. Rattling, and confusing. To comprehend what happened during and after the fact, one must first understand the preliminary events. To anyone with even the slightest rationale, what happened is nothing short of simply unlikely, but it delves deeper than that; implausible, perhaps even impossible? Yet, there isn't any other explanation.

The metropolis I had grown up in, the booming urban paragon which I had called home for all these years was the last thing I saw beforehand. I had one hand clutching a leash, which tethered me to the Labrador retriever by the neck; the pet that I had called my own ever since I could remember. My opposite hand, my dominant right, held a smartphone, across which my thumb danced, weaving yet another unnecessarily elegant text message to my mother (she always worried too much: "where are you now, where are you going, who are you with, when will you be home?"), when unbenounced to me, the battery of the device was on its last leg. I hit send to tell her that I was walking the dog to the park, and before I could ever relay that last thought to her, the life of the device inexplicably dropped from five to what had to have been some negative value. My eyes rose to meet Donald Trump's on a campaign advertisement.

Never sent... Never communicated to the Saint of a woman who had raised me, who had brought me up to the be the man I would later become. Never to provide some sort of closure to this poor mother of two who would, with supernatural spontaneity, lose her second born child to an unseen force. Never sent... As though that would be enough, it dawns on me. As though it would have been a suitable piece of information to explain to my mother why she would never get to see her baby boy again. As though I didn't have so much to thank her for, so many things I would have said if I had known, if I had gotten the chance. Tears well up in my eyes now, obscuring my vision, so I must expressly apologize for my script in the remainder of my recantation...

As though this ass of a presidential candidate had fired me from life, he was the final thing I saw before the carpet I stood on was pulled from beneath my feet. My closing vision, the final experience of such a beautiful world, and I had to have it be this putrid representation of the otherwise dominantly pleasant world. Maybe it is fitting, however; As I reflect, perhaps this is a symbol, this is the way that they see us...

Immediately after it came. The sole instance in my life that would shape the remainder as long as I am and as long as I will exist. It is without a doubt the most incredible thing that, I believe, anyone could ever experience. My eyes were drawn immediately upward to follow the skyward progress of a large orange ball of light, whose creator was not to be seen. This orb, this massive construct of what I am now drawn to conclude was pure energy, ascended to the point I need to crane my neck just to view it. At its zenith point, however, there was a flash of light as though lightning as struck, and the orange ball gave way to pink... Pink meteors that fell from the skies.

I looked around to see how others were reacting. Was this the apocalypse, I asked? The day of the rapture? But no, nobody seemed to be having similar thoughts about this anomaly. In fact, nobody seemed to be having any thoughts about it at all. It was confusing, certainly, to see everyone going about their business in the midst of a colorful meteor shower.

I stood where I was in awe, my dog pulling at the leash in my hand, seeing that I had stopped and wanting to continue forward process, but I was immobilized by the sight of everything. My eyes traced on such meteor from its highest point, following it down and along its trajectory... And then it struck one of the skyscrapers a few blocks down.

The mere force of the impact unleashed a shockwave on the landscape, as though I was inches from a jet as it broke the sound barrier. I staggered briefly, but regained my balance in order to watch the rest of the terrible spectacle. The tower was collapsing, the giant structure falling in what I perceived as slow motion. More meteors littered the ground around me, felling buildings, striking cars, people... And I was the only one who seemed to notice.

Everything else was peripheral, however; my eyes were trained on this skyscraper, this massive, looking figure experiencing both a physical and metaphorical fall from grace. It was falling toward me, falling...on me. On a direct collision course with me. I couldn't run, I couldn't hide; even if my legs worked, I couldn't outrun it. I closed my eyes and prayed for forgiveness to God, Jesus, to anyone who would listen...

And then nothing.

The juxtaposition of the chaos and the sudden blankness was nothing short of rattling. I didn't know what was going on any more... Perhaps it was all just a dream... A dream? A vision, a hallucination, a fever dream? An out of body experience, perhaps the result of the unknown ingestion of some hallucinogenic drug?

My body was cold, yet I felt an inexplicable warmth as though I was insulated by heated blankets. I opened my eyes and I could see nothing but white as far as the eye could perceive. They say white is the absence of color, but yet this didn't seem to be a blank space; this seemed to have purpose, to have depth; purity; righteousness.

Then, as I was beginning to believe that perhaps I had gone mad, and perhaps these were the padded walls of a psychiatric hospital, I saw it for the first time, and for the only time before as I live and breathe.

I looked upon the face of God.

I had been a faithful Christian all up until that one fated moment; always attending the church survives on Sundays; reading the Bible; praying at night, and living life in his honor. Those who subscribe to that religion, who I know now are mistaken, are taught that our Creator made man in his image, but as I encountered my maker, I knew that this was a falsified statement. My entire religion was spontaneously disproved, and yea and behold, I knew the truth!

I cannot possible describe what I saw. There are not words in the English language not any other language mankind is familiar with that could possibly deliver the image in my mind; that sight was mine and, to the furthest extent of my knowledge, mine alone. He was nothing like anything I had ever seen before, closer in appearance to an animal than a human. Golden embellishments throughout his body drew my attention.

It was instantaneous, knowing him. I had no memory of ever meeting this transcendent being before, never seen pictures, never read stories, never heard his voice. And yet I knew his voice, his face, his presence.

"My child," he said unto me, and I knew. I knew in that moment that this was my master, my king, my father, my friend. Never had I heard it before, and yet the sound came out naturally as though I had know him eternally, the word forming as naturally on my lips as they might suckle from my mother's bosom as an infant:

"Arceus".

This was met immediately with a smile, a smile that caused a wave of a supernatural comfort and pleasure to wash over me, a smile that made me feel as though I was finally home. The encounter was brief, and yet I learned so much in those few instances. He spoke unto me again, and even now it evades me- O', how I wish I could remember what he had said unto me- and then I was gone.

The next thing that I can recall is opening my eyes, feeling rested; feeling as though I had just woken from a deep sleep. Not a groggy feeling of drowsiness, but rather an unrivaled energy, an internal drive that was foreign to me. I looked around and was greeted by greenery, greenery and nothing more. I lay on my side, and was garbed in a brown robe, as might be worn by a monk. Beside me was a leather bound book in which I now write, and an ink pen with which I now write.

Everything, as I reflect, feels different about this place I am in; the colors seem unnaturally vibrant, and I draw a strange sense of... Adventure, perhaps? from the air. I have not looked around, but I've now reached the conclusion that this is nowhere that before I have been. I see no signs of civilization, or any sort of life, anywhere, and I suddenly feel alone.

Something is different. Not wrong, but different. I feel as though this day- no, the rest of my life, will never be the same.

May my words bring you knowledge and awareness.

Ben

He tucked the book and the pen into the large pocket along the left side of his robe and stood. Inhaling deeply. Pushing aside all anxiety, apprehensions, fear, previous premonitions, precedents for life, he headed forward. Looking for anything that might help him understand what was going on.

And so the Fated Emergence occurred.

Okay, I did the whole written recontation thing again. I couldn't help myself. I promise it's going to be normal from here on out.