Hello peoples of the internet. I am your leader, Super Myraah awesome dude. But you may refer to me as Myraah.
Its weird to think we're nearing the end here. I think after this one we have one chapter and then the finale where we reveal all secrets...
Can't wait! So I won't make you wait much longer either! Here! Read this!
"Is this your final answer?" Ghetsis asked, with a little bit of disappointment and hope in his eyes.
I nodded.
"I'm disappointed N. You had your chance to fix things, and you're letting it slip by. Good luck." His eyes darted away from me, and then he walked out of the room.
"What was that all about?" Hilda asked, giving my hand a little squeeze.
I sighed and looked up at the blank white ceiling.
"N?" She gave my hand a shake.
I blinked a few times. "He was wrong."
"Wrong about what?" Hilda pestered.
"I knew plenty of people before I met him."
"Tell me then." Hilda gripped my hand tighter, concern welling up in her eyes.
I sighed. "I used to live in this big mansion. With my real mom and dad. My mother would always invite her clubs over to the house to meet, they always thought of me as a little baby, saying how cute and adorable at the time in my big-boy suit. Whenever they came over I always retreated to my room, but would be called back down there. I liked spending time with my father better, he would show me neat stuff. Like how to build a tent, or like 'how to be a man.' They would throw parties every Saturday. Big extravagant parties that everyone went to. But then one night…" The words formed but stayed in my mouth, refusing to spill.
"What happened?" Hilda looked curiously at me.
"There was a fire… Only one survivor…." I explained, knowing the memory too well, as it haunted almost every night.
"Were you, that one?" She asked, not really sure if it was ok.
"Yes, I was." I answered. "I was only about 6 at the time."
"Mother and Father stood at the door greeting guests as they came in. I watched silently from the top of the stairs where no one could see me. Everyone wore these weird masks of all colors and of all facial expressions."
"Did you like living there?" Hilda questioned.
I nodded. "Anyways, as all the guests entered I sat at the top of the stairs silently. One guy I never really saw before walked in. He had this mask on that covered his whole face. One of the eyes was covered up with a solid piece of red glass."
"Ghetsis!" Hilda gasped.
I nodded. "He walked in and surveyed the area, I stared at him. Then he looked up, right at me. I was frozen in fear, no one ever noticed me up there. He smiled and waved. I fearfully waved back. Then he continued walking away from me. I immediately ran into my room and got dressed up, slipping my favorite mask over my face, the one that made me look like Zekrom. I slipped silently down the stairs to my mother and father's sides.
'Why honey you look lovely!' Mother gasped, making me twirl around.
'Son, you are looking like a real man every passing day.' Father laughed."
"N?" Hilda said silently, interrupting the story.
"Yes my dear?" I replied.
"What was your father like?" Small tears slowly rolled down her cheek.
"Well, he was the kind of dad that actually took time out of his busy day to pay attention to you." I answered, wiping the tears away.
She smiled, and waited for me to continue.
"Anyways, the party was lasting longer than usual, and I had retired early to my room." I continued. "I smelled smoke. I ran to the door, trying my best to open it. But for some reason it wouldn't budge, locked. I then ran to the window and threw it wide open. Flames licked the sides of the house and was coming close to me. I slowly climbed down and onto the ground. There were no screams, just the sirens of the fire trucks in the distance. I could see my mother and father's faces through the burning window. Father held my mother in his arms as he kissed the top of her head. They both silently cried. I ran as fast as I could into the woods. Crying all the way, trying to get away from the scene."
Tears slowly rolled down my face as I looked down in shame.
"N, its ok." Hilda squeezed my hand. "There was nothing you could do."
"No," I said firmly, looking back at her. "I could have stayed with them. I could have died with them, as a family."
"N." Hilda said softly.
A small soft smile formed on my face. "But I did that, I would have never met the love of my life." I pulled her towards me and gave her a kiss.
"Oh, N" She blushed, hiding her face with her hands. A small smile formed on her face.
"I love you." I whispered in her ear.
"I love you too." She whispered back.
"Oh, excuse me." A doctor walked in and saw us. "But you two need to get some rest." A nurse came in behind him, pushing a wheel chair. They helped Hilda into the chair.
"Get some rest, I'll see you later." Hilda smiled as she was wheeled out of the room.
The doctor flipped a switch on the wall and the room got dark.
I closed my eyes, letting sleep take me away.
Instead of having the reoccurring nightmare of my parent's death, I dreamed about the girl I cared most about in the world. Hilda.
So, a little backstory on one of our favorite characters. I think Reshiramgirl88 did a fantastic job!
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