Epilogue

Amazing how simple it looks, the dust lazily drifting through the blinds of my window. Each speck, unnoticeable, concealed by the flaps of the blinds. Then, throughout the smallest of gaps, sunlights pears through, and each speck bursts to life, visible for all to see. It's incredible how something so insignificant, something you step on everyday, something so pathetic, can shine like a diamond in the sun.

But I suppose I'm not one to talk, I'm a speck of dust unable to reach the sunlight the leaks through the gaps. I'm a speck of dust that doesn't shine, because I will never get the chance. But that's okay, I have my own sun. I can remember her face, the sound of her voice, the feel of her skin.

I guess I'm the moon to her sun. She shines bright, bringing joy to all those that her warmth reaches. I bring out the sinners, the despair of night, the darkness that resides within. I will never shine on my own, I always need her to help me. Even at opposite ends of each other, her light reaches to me.

She is my everything. Without her, I would not find the strength to rise in the sky and use her warmth to brighten the darkness that I bring with me. Without her, I am nothing. I would not even be visible in the sky.

Unnoticed

Forgotten

Useless

Pathetic

Everything I wish not to be. But I have her, or at least, I did. It was pleasant, to feel. It was harder than I imagined, but I pulled through in the end. Unfortunately, I couldn't outrun the crash.

And then I fell, I fell down with rocks cascading down with me. The wind was whipping at my face, I could feel the salt pelting against my face as the ocean beneath me drew ever closer.

Soon I hit the water, hard. Death was breathing down my neck even before I began my fall. Now he was grasping my throat, taking what little oxygen I had left. And I couldn't fight him, I could only stare into his cold, empty eyes while he grinned wickedly, as if sharing an inside joke only he and I knew.

The whole "move towards the light" thing is bullshit. I'm assuming the light is supposed to be heaven and the darkness is supposed to be hell. And by moving towards the light, you'd go to heaven. There was never a choice, just darkness. Everywhere I looked there was darkness.

Where was my sun?

Where was my light?

I'm nothing without my sun, so where is it? I know that I didn't die as a nobody, so why is there only darkness. Left, right, behind me, nothing... wait

Above me

There it is, the light to my darkness. I should go towards it, but its hard to move. My body feels like lead, I can barely move my arms.

Come on you stupid ass loser. Fight dammit. I kicked out, pushing myself towards the light.

That's not enough, go to your light you pathetic piece of shit.

I kicked out.

Just a little more.

I kicked out.

It's only a few feet away.

I kicked out.

One more and you're done.

I breached the surface, gasping for air. I looked around, rocky cliffs to my left, and a vast ocean to my right. I looked up at the cliffs, searching for a castle. But there was none. There were no castle walls, there were no Pokemon flying in the sky, there was no clashing of metal against metal, and there were no battle cries.

So where was I?

That was my last thought before darkness once again took over my consciousness.

Which brings me back to my current situation, the dust made of diamonds. I don't remember how I got here, or how long I've been here. All I can see is the dust glinting through the cracks of sunlight streaming through the window.

I felt weak and yet, energy coursed through me, demanding that I get up. I pushed myself up and swung my legs over hedge of the bed. A bed eh? So someone fished me out of the sea. I dropped down the two inches that separated my feet from the floorboards. I took a deep breath and heaved myself up, unsteady at first. I steeled myself and took a step forward, but I only succeeded at slipping and falling to the ground.

I hissed in pain and anger, I felt so strong, filled with energy, so why the hell couldn't I lift a limb? I growled at my own weakness and pushed myself up again, this time, not even pausing to take the dramatic first step. I powered through the lack of sensation in my body, forcing myself through the door.

I stumbled through, but caught myself on a table that held no chairs. I steadied myself before taking a look around. It was small room, it had a wooden countertop with wooden cabinets above them that created a U shape at one end and a door at the other end. I was tempted to check the cabinets for anything, bit the entire building was riddled with cobwebs, mold, and rotten wood. Even if I found anything, I doubt I'd be able to use it.

"What do you plan to do now?"

My head snapped in the direction of the voice. There was an old man who stood next to the closed door, half in the shadows. I was certain he wasn't there a moment ago.

I snapped out of my stupor "What... what do you mean?" I said in a shaky voice.

He tilted his head to side "Are you going to go back? Or go somewhere else?" he asked

What? How the hell did he know? "Look, thanks for saving me, but where am I? How along have I been here?" I asked him

"It depends, you can be here for a minute, an hour, a day, a month, a year, a decade, it's your choice" he said.

What the hell did that mean? It was my choice as to how long I stayed here for? Was he offering me palace to stay? "I don't get it, I can choose how long I'm here for, are letting me stay here for as long as I want?" I asked him, confused

"Choose, would you like to go back to the battle? Only a minute after you had left it? Or would you like to stay for a few years? Perhaps a few centuries, it will only feel like a second for either decision" he said

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm giving you the choice, go back to your old life and continue fighting, or wait with me, and start a new one, in a new time. But no one's to say that that time will be better than the one you were in" he said

"Who the hell are you?" I exclaimed

"Irrelevant, choose now"

"So, you're saying, that I can start a new life in a different time, or go back to my old one?" I asked him, he nodded

My laughter must've sounded hollow "You're fucking crazy old man" I said before sighing to myself. Suddenly I became oddly serious "Will they be okay without me?" I asked him.

He tilted his head a little again "That is for you to find out"

I chuckled at his response, expecting nothing less than his cryptic answer "Arceus I'm insane. I'm so fucking insane" I muttered to myself, rubbing my temples with my hand, as if to clear my head

"Have you come to a decision?" he asked me

I peaked at him through my fingers

"Yeah, I have"

"Why did I save him you ask?"

He was answered with a series of low, menacing growls "Because I need him for later, or rather, I will need his decedent for later" he said

There were more growls, unintelligible to the human ear, but he fully understood them "Yes, I have decided as to who will be the chosen one"

The growls grew in volume, protesting against their leader's decision "SILENCE! I have made my decision, and as Arceus, the creator of the world, you should respect that decision. In the end, your protests are useless, for you will be thanking me for him when the time comes" Arceus said.

One voice spoke up out of the powerful group of legendary Pokemon "Hm? What was his choice? Well, let's just say that he left that shack ready to fight a thousand armies to get back to the woman he loved. I doubt anyone of us would've kept him from her.

A moon shines bright, not because of its own light

Not because it has no dark, not because it has no spark

A moon shines bright, and won't cease to stun

But that's only because it reflects its sun