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Long ago there lived two seperate lives, one lived in fear and the other one forgotten. This is the story on how their two lives came together.
Parallels are prevalent in our world for example, darkness and light, good and evil, war and peace, happiness and sadness, etc. It seems that these parallelisms tend to be seen in the lens of black and white rather than one in gray. In this gray lens people who believe in different things could be brought together. I had wished that people and pokemon could live in harmony but I was taught differently.
The story that will unfold will show the bitter truth of mankind. I remember the harsh red that burned across our village, the smell of death tickled my nose. All I could do was stand in fear as everything I knew at a small age was taken away from me. I was taken in by many kinds of the orphanages no one wanted me, every human feared me until I met the man who would change my life. His long green hair reaching to his back caught me at first because I have not met that many people with hair like mine. Though it was his red piercing eyes that gleamed with something that seemed odd but I didn't think of it during the time.
There was someone who actually wanted me in their family. He told me his name was Ghetsis, that was what I was expected to call him. He took care of me and later adopted my two older sisters. One day he found out about my ability and at that moment all I could think of was he was going to send me back. I mean who would want a son with such a freak of an ability. However, instead of giving me away his mouth broke out in a grin. He told me that I could go play in the back yard with the pokemon that was on the property. I met so many friends in the yard and so many happy memories until next week. Red and rotten flesh pierced my nose when Ghetsis called me back in to see the new pokemon that he had told they brought in. I was too shocked to move as the poor zorua hung on for its life. Ghetsis had opened my eyes that there were a lot of people in the world that saw pokemon as mere tools and when proved weak they were thrown away like garbage. I stayed indoors in that room nursing that poor zorua back to health. The zorua did in fact live and later became one of my most trusted friends.
Though there were many days after where more injured pokemon came in, some of them didn't even make it into the next day. The problem in the world are the people, they don't deserve pokemon as companions and what compainians they were as they cried out in pain about being released from their suffering. That slowly shaped my life as more and more of my friends came into my life as they laid there. I’m older now and we finally have enough followers to help restore the balance in our damned world. I could hear the murmurs of the crowds as I walked down the aisle of my coronation day. My knights dressed in their white and gray uniform looked at me as if I were a god. There were splashes of red on my throne as I came closer to it. My bittersweet childhood memories flooded back to me as I was reaching the aisle. As I sat upon the pedestal the weight of the fate of every pokemon fell onto my shoulders. That day I became a savior, people fell to their feet when the coronation was complete. Darkness was then born.
In the farther side of the region there lived another young man.
I was always a quiet child in my family. I was a surprise baby to my mother in childbirth since my parents expected the birth of my sister only. My sister and I never really got along even when we were little. She was always given everything she asked for, because of this she slowly learned how to be greedy. I was always tossed aside by her and forgotten by everyone around me. She was very well loved by teachers and peers alike, she would put on her mask and pretend to care about everyone but in reality she possibly forgot about the person she had just had a conversation with. I had friends once but she never liked the idea of her creepy brother to have any friends. Et tu brutus. My own parents forget that I exist sometimes, they spend all their time taking care of my sister and she asks for a lot of attention. It’s okay though. I don’t like being in the spotlight.
There are times like on our 8th birthday when my parents have remembered me. This year dad got two pokemon eggs from one of his breeder friends. I was really excited because this is the first time I would make a friend in a long time. The egg sometimes chirped as something was going to hatch from the egg. I heard squealing coming from my sister downstairs. I went to check on her and she was holding a newly hatched gothita. She squirmed in my sister's grasp as she wanted to not be smothered to death. I went back upstairs to see if my egg had hatched yet but nothing yet. My sister brought her new friend everywhere she went. Day after day went by as my egg still hasn't hatched. I grew concerned because eggs do not take this long to hatch. I almost gave up hope until day eight. On that fateful morning I saw the egg cracking, I was jumping in excitement as I would meet my new friend soon. A black fluff popped up from the egg and it was a deino. The deino was trying to get the rest of the egg off of its body. I went and helped it of course. It was very small for a deino, but just because it was small doesn't mean that it isn't strong. As the deino noticed my scent it head butted me backwards, air left my lungs. I thought it was wanting to harm me but I felt it nuzzling me and chirping joyfully. I wanted to name my new friend but I didn’t know if the deino was a boy or girl. I collected it in my arms and brought her downstairs to see if my parents could tell me. When my mother saw the deino she gasped and gave me a small smile. The deino is a girl and I gave her the name Nyx.
Nyx and I did everything together. She was there for every laugh and tear. We grew up together there good times and bad times. Nyx is the best friend anyone could ask for. My sister and I are both eighteen now and are anticipating our first pokemon journey we will embark on. I went to the lab at a different time than everyone else. My sister and her friends emerged from the lab with their new friends. Thoughts swarmed my head as I entered the building. Negative thoughts flooded me. I felt a head butt and looked down at Nyx who gave me a big reassuring smile , as she was telling me everything will be okay. Bright light filled my vision as I entered the professor's room. Light was then born.