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"Darkness is everything. Even when it appears soulless and empty, it has the power to create life and then thrive off of it as well. A great person has once said: from darkness you come, in darkness you live, and in darkness you shall die."

...Not sure where I got that from, but those were the only words I could think of at the moment. To be frank, those were the only words I knew... Well, not literally, I remember how to speak. What I mean, is that this sentence was the last thing I remember.

Everything before that was a blank slate, as if someone went in and took all my memories... Oh, and then there was also this blinding pain in my back. I sure was glad to have had something I could remember- pain.

It was like an itch; it started off small and in the lower parts, snowballing into a cataclysmic level of searing and absolutely scorching pain. Though, maybe I was just overreacting. I mean, I was in a dark pit of hell after all, who wouldn't be confused and scared.

I felt like I was falling through the air, with no resistance whatsoever. Building up speed and feeling it rush into my mouth as it hung wide open, catching all the flies that I could see. An eternity passed before I felt something else, but when I did, it felt like a blessing sent from above.

...Or at least until another wave of pain shot through my body, this one strong enough to wake me. And wake up I did, my eyes darting wide open and my body shooting up off the ground, as I yelled for a brief moment.

The first thing that hit me was the blinding light, coming in through a wide opening opposite of where I was sitting. I swiftly moved my hand up to shield my eyes from the dastardly sunbeams, rapidly blinking as I began getting used to seeing again.

Once I let my guard down, I began to frantically look around, searching for whatever or whoever might have caused that blinding pain in my stomach just now. I don't know if I was thankful or not that I didn't end up finding anything that moment, but I sighed in relief either way.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself with a simple trick, one that I had used... hold on a second- how many times have I done that by now? I scrambled to piece my mind together, to remember... but nothing came.

Alright, I don't remember that single detail- so what? At least I still remember where I am! And with that confident mindset, I exhaled loudly and opened my eyes again, taking in the scenery for a second time, now with a calmer and more collected outlook.

I was sitting under the mouth of a cave, stalagmites hanging over my head... or were those stalactites? No, stalactites were the sharp rocks on the ground, surely! I nodded and smiled to myself with confidence.

Behind me expanded a dark cave, inside of which I could see nothing, yet could hear a thousand or so little feet paddling and walking about. Probably nothing but insects and bugs, I thought to myself.

In front of me was the exit to the cave, through which light flooded in and beautifully illuminated the various damp rocks inside... Ah, how I love nature! I don't think I have ever seen something so beautiful in my life!

Aside from the stunning and obviously superior damp rocks, there was... something red. While I couldn't really tell what it was, it did look like blood... I moved my hand to the top of my head and scratched it, finding out two things.

For one, I was all fluffy and had razor sharp claws. Secondly, and more importantly, I found the source of the blood. It was me, I left it there. And as my hand brushed against the open wound I had no recollection of, I winced in pain and quickly retracted it back to inspect it.

The wound was older than I had imagined, as it has already stopped bleeding by the time I checked on it. Furthermore, I came to know that I was the sole culprit behind that beautiful red snail trail from my claws.

They were stained with the same red that coated the floor, only the one on me was dry, and the one on the ground was still slightly wet. Wet enough to stain other things. Speaking of my claws and my hands, I came to know of one more thing.

I remember I am a pokemon, I just do not remember what pokemon. Even my silky smooth yellow fur and my abnormally big fluffy gauntlets did not help at identifying my species. Aside from my species' name, what was my name?

My name is... My name was... Hmm. That was a tough question. I sat there, surrounded by blood with a gnarly gnash on my head, pondering about what my name was as if I had gotten amnesia. I scoffed at the idea. How could I get amnesia out of the blue? That was ridiculous!

I sat in silence for a few more moments. Wait... What if something fell on my head and then I had gotten amnesia? I snapped my fingers and grinned brightly. Good job me, you figured out you have amnesia! High five! I did just that, clapping my hands enthusiastically.

...But that's a bad thing, isn't it? I take that back; screw you, me! I crossed my arms and sighed again, taking another look around, expecting something to change... But nothing did. It was all the same as before.

With nothing better to do, I pushed myself up and began my slow ascension upwards, like a slow elevator... What's an elevator? I digressed, continuing to slowly stand on my feet as the pain in my side slowly subsided.

Before finally, it was gone for good, like a gentle breeze of wind. It came by, swooping in to say hello and left just as quickly as it came. I should be thankful that I finally wasn't in pain, but seeing as it was the only thing keeping me company... I'd rather have it with me than be alone, to be honest.

Once I was on my feet, it took a little while to get to know how to walk properly again, waddling from stone to stone before finally finding balance and standing proudly. Take that, gravity! I can walk!

When I could walk, I took a few steps towards the exit of the cave and towards the blinding light that fell into it. And the closer I got, the less I could see, my eyes watering as I stared into it. I wiped my tears and took my time getting used to the light.

At that time, I didn't know it was the sun. If I did, I wouldn't be staring right at it. And so, doing the right thing; I shielded my eyes and averted them from the light, wiping the tears away with the back of my hand. For a moment, I remember getting lost in that feeling... I was so fluffy I could cuddle myself for hours!

And I would, if it wasn't for the feeling of being watched, somewhere from the inside of the cave. And so, I stopped hugging myself and got right back to adjusting my eyes to the sun's rays. It didn't take as long as I expected, as about half a minute later I was blinking rapidly at the light.

Moments after that, I was able to stumble outside, supporting myself on the rugged walls of the cave and seeing outside for the first time in my life... or at least for the first time that I could recall. And compared to the dark cave, the serenity of my surroundings were... It was unimaginably beautiful!

The cave I was in before was bored into the giant wall of a high mountain, going up above the clouds and ascending into the endless skies and streams of air, as they pushed the birds through themselves and dragged along all unnecessary leaves and such.

The mountain itself was surrounded by a similarly beautiful and rich forest, blooming with love and abundance. There were pink flowers on the trees' branches, being gently swept up by the wind and carried over to the nearby pond, as they drifted aimlessly.

I stumbled further forward, eventually having to let go of the wall that was helping me stand straight. Unfortunately for me, I was quick to stumble forward and fall over to the ground, cushioning my fall with my hands. And even though I did that, I could still feel my brain being knocked about in my noggin.

And that pain... It came back again, more apparent and more extreme than before. I stayed on the ground for some time, kneeling and holding the wound on my head. Gathering my bearings was one thing, but understanding what came with the pain was another.

As the wave of blinding pain washed over me, I could see something, see... someone. They were standing alone in a dark void, devoid of any characteristics and blankly staring forward; staring at me. The only thing they had going for them was their distinctly blue fur, shining like stars and glistening with something in the darkness.

They were immobile, standing in one place and refusing to do anything, instead simply staring ahead like a soulless drone. They tilted their head at me, as if out of confusion, or curiosity. Their mouth opened wide to say something, but... No words ever came.

And then I woke up, the pain letting me go of its grasp and making me gasp for air. I was free... It couldn't hurt me anymore. But that thing, that someone... It was just my imagination, wasn't it? I could swear on whatever I had that I knew them from somewhere...

The memory was distant, but present. I couldn't put my finger on it, nor could I really do anything about it, but I felt like they were someone I knew once, and not in a friendly way. They looked threatening, scary even... Though, a blue person in my head was the least of my concerns at the moment.

I was in the middle of nowhere, with nothing to my name and no recollection of what happened to me or how I got into that cave... Right, and that wound on my head. I should probably find a medic or something.

"Medic..." Were the first words I ever spoke after awakening, my voice raspy and tired. It was like that of someone who has just woke up after a year of sleep. That reminds me of someone, though I can't quite recall who... I shook my head and sighed. Right. It was me.

Gathering the last ounces of strength that I had left after falling down, I pushed myself up with my hands and looked up, swiftly catching myself on a nearby tree branch and pulling my body up straight. Even though everything hurt, I knew that if I stayed here I'd be dead meat.

And so, with my right hand over my injured head, I moved forward through the forest, blindly walking through its serene landscape. It was calmer than I expected... Somehow, it felt strange that a place so beautiful could be so calm at the same time.

It felt like it was my sixth sense speaking, telling me that there would be no way in heaven or hell that a place like this does not crawl with dangerous people and such. But alas, even the smartest person alive can make a mistake.

I can't recall for how long I've been walking until I finally saw the daylight break through the trees' crowns, hanging low and eating up all the sunlight from other plants. Either way, it felt like I was walking for ages, and it was a relief when I finally got out of the forest.

I sighed to myself, almost happily, but definitely glad. Emotions were another thing I'd have to learn from the very beginning; I don't think being happy about discovering you have amnesia is a good thing.

But alas, after a long crusade, I was in the middle of nowhere. No roads, no settlements, no nothing. None that I could see anyway. I was alone, wounded, with nowhere to call home and nothing to my name.

A valuable lesson that I learnt that day, was that no matter how dark or grim things may look, you must persist forward. Giving up would mean giving into the temptation of surrendering; something that I would never do until death.

I took a deep breath and exhaled through my nostrils, feeling a new fire burning inside me so brightly that it could illuminate a whole cave. So with my teeth and fists clenched, I moved forward into the unknown that was the wilderness.

I don't know who I am. To this day I still do not know. All I know, is that I must move forward, that I must keep persisting. If not for myself, then for the people that remember me.

This will serve as my diary, and with the downtime I have currently, hopefully I'll be able to get to present day before anything else happens.

-Vehemently yours,

XYZ.