/This is the first thing I've written in a long time. Some language. Not much else besides insane ranting.

Still very short though.\

When it comes down to it, most things we do are useless.

Mew was one of the oldest Legends, yet also the most immature. Sure, she knew many things about life and death, having forged both before, but she sealed away the thoughts that came with knowledge. Mew hated depression. She never understood why everyone forgot about the fun they had as a child and why they gave it up for a tiring routine of strenuous chores.

Mew herself was feeling a bit depressed.

Which was rather odd. She couldn't find anything amusing in the humid rain forest. She didn't know why she had gone back. The knowledge of where she was was enough to give her a headache. This was her home. A place where she was not welcomed by anyone, not even the native pokemon. Her presence had brought hunters and scientists and trainers and... people. Humans in general came to catch sight of the elusive Mew. They didn't see Mew. What they did see however, was a large rain forest filled with many rare pokemon. Poachers and lumberman came. The forest had shrunk considerably since Mew had left. With her sensitive hearing, Mew could barely pick up the noise of a saw.

As she floated through the dense woodland, pokemon hissed or growled at her. No one dared attack her. She was above them, a higher being almost that they weren't sure was even real. They did know it was she who brought the humans.

Humans.

There was one now. Another explorer, camera draped around his sunburned neck, no doubt searching for her. Well, this one wasn't quite looking at a map or taking aimless pictures. This one was a bit worse. Clutching a handgun in his shaking hand, he was kneeling down on the leafy thick floor. He was on the verge of suicide. Whatever the reason was, Mew didn't care. She was in a place she hated nearby people who hated her and she couldn't stomach another drop of hatred. It was ridiculous, Mew realized, as she came out from the tree canopy, that she should be trying to stop this. Humans were wasteful being. There was too many of them anyways. One wouldn't make a difference. But still she came out of the woods. The man looked up with astonishment in his eyes, and anger too.

"You. You came to me now? I have spent years of my life searching this forest for you and yet now you come when I plan to go? While I wandered this hellhole, my wife left me and married some bastard. My child doesn't even know my name. He was born while I stayed here.

"Maybe I'm crazy. I have a feeling that you know me. You watch me, don't you? Always never ending staring. My every move. You taunt me. You leave a strand of fur to make us think we have a lead. But you never appear. You hide and laugh. Yes, I've heard your laugh. It reminds me of a child, giggling at whatever amuses you. You think you're smart. You think you know the world. Fuck you."

The man shot himself in the head.

Everything gone for nothing.