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What deems a Pokemon to be a god?
While most Gods are purely based upon texts and scriptures... some of them are rumored to live amongst us, but what truly determines it?
The unanswered question I have always asked is why worship them if they give nothing in return?
Some express promises of an afterlife which they have only ever been preached, empty promises are what they are.
A pointless endeavors are what they are.
Some mons will live and breathe the word of Arcues, yet what has he done for them?
I can tell you what he has done for me, nothing.
Yet Giratina... lord of antimatter or even what others would call The Devil is often painted in a negative light and slandered.
Devil or not, he has given me purpose and unimaginable strength.
However, most will adamantly deny and shun the teachings of Giratina, yet those mons are the same who will leave a begging child on the street as they claim ignorance once they perish.
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I was that child who Pokemon scorned. Who Pokemon kicked over and acted like was nothing...
"The Disaster Pokemon" as they called and shouted when something did not go their way...
The Devil himself could have never been so cruel.
Cruelty seems to be hallmark feature of Arcues, a form of dualism if you will. While a majority such as myself as ignored; there are a special few who are granted immense power...
These are mythical Pokemon.
Pokemon who are given a taste of the power Gods possess, whether it be raw strength, speed, intelligence or even abilities some consider to be unnatural.
I see them as they are. Unstable Pokemon who must be controlled...
And though I could rant on and on of my distain for everything they represent... I knew once knew one very very well.
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A Drifter's POV
September 16th, 1895
Years have passed since I picked up this journal and much longer since I've written in it . . . my writing and drawing was definitely at the lowest it had ever been.
Five years since I've been gone, it's sickening how quickly time seems to slip when you're hiding from yourself, though even reaching the other ocean didn't seem far enough for me.
Five years... the only reason I even realized the date was the ticket I managed to buy—I nearly thought it to be a printing error, but it only made me realize how close the next century was too.
I had always heard the superstitious types speak of what a new century meant for the world and it seemed to follow even with going as far west as I could.
All of it nonsense, if I had not bought the damn ticket then I would have never known... not that it really mattered anyhow; even sitting here on this train with a few more hours to go.
Cyprus always did say that running from your past was the same as running in a circle . .
Cyprus . . . by Arceus is he even still alive . . ?
Was anyone from that time alive . . . what the, no I cannot think that way...
These thoughts plagued my mind continuously as I felt a knot forming in my stomach . . It always overwhelmed me, but closing my eyes followed by a deep breath slowly eased my nerves.
The hum of the train's wheels turning against the tracks was something I could focus on to block everything out...
My breathing stayed steady, but an uncomfortable feeling washed over me as I opened my eyes . . . except, what was happening?
Looking around I was indeed in the same train cart that I had boarded, but there were no Pokémon; along with that was he windows seemed to be pitch black, not as if it were night time, pure darkness and I slowly rose out of my seat.
"Hello..?"
I called out as a chill ran down my spine and I heard that all too familiar voice .
"Ahhh... is that really you?"
Turning back and forth I couldn't see the source, but finally a pair of red eyes cut through the darkness and stared me down... it was like I couldn't move.
"Heheheh—here I thought you were dead~"
He spoke to me and my breath hitched, my claws unsheathed themselves.
"I-... No... you are not real..."
I managed to choke out and a clawed hand was placed against my cheek, something was thumping quick... is that my heart..?
"Fufufu~ when will you realize that you are mine?"
That icy tone stayed perfectly smooth and that hand suddenly slipped to my shoulder with a light squeeze... my claws had blood all over them now and that memory...
"Hehe... weak minded as ever . . . now, wake up~"
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"Wake up!"
A voice snapped me from my dream? And I sprung to life with my hands slapping against the unknown mon's shoulders... a few seconds more and my claws would have unsheathed and there would have been blood...
But the terrified face of a small mon stared back at me, a Kirlia who looked like the color had been drained from them.
"I... uh... Shit, are you okay?" I managed to ask, still being at a loss for words from that.
"Yes... Yes!" The other choked out as I removed my large paws from his shoulders and he backed up a few rows. "I.. I wanted- to inform you that we arrived..!" The poor kid was a mess.
Wait, we arrived?? That made no sense... we still had a good few hours left.
"Oh... I appreciate you for that hah—I just have terrible nightmares at times, I meant nothing by it." I said as I looked in my satchel to get the poor fella a few coins, but I realized my journal wasn't there.
"Ah, is this yours..?" He said reaching down under the seat and grabbing it.
I gave a gentle nod as he handed it back to me and placed his hands in front of his lap.
"Well... the train departs in a few minutes and I doubt you want to go anymore east..." he said, motioning me to follow.
I clutched the book as I placed my hat atop my head. "I once again apologize for that, I've... always had that problem."
He glanced back as I stepped off the train and he looked down to me from the entrance of the passenger cart. "It's fine sir, at the very least you have some control over it."
He gave a gentle bow to me and I fished a few gold coins from my bag before presenting them; though he seemed a bit apprehensive. "C'mon, if your bosses don't like it then just don't tell 'em" I said with a wink before turning.
"Ah, sir! What is your name? I-If I may ask of course.." The psychic-type said a bit nervously, but he seemed happier and I turned back.
"Name..." That was a good question, though I did have one, it was dead to me and I glanced around before spotting a few mons shoveling coal into the engine—it made me chuckle. "Cole, you can remember me by Cole."
I gave a wave as the train started and stuffed my journal into my bag, but a photograph slipped out—I had nearly forgotten I had any, but as I grabbed it from the grass I sighed soft. An Absol and Zeraora stared back at me, it made me feel uncertain, yet I crumpled the photo and took a deep breath.
Turning back to the little town I arrived in, I read the large sign... Evostone.