She was the latest in a short line of heroes. One had stopped a meteor large enough to destroy the earth. Another had prevented the collapse of time itself. The third brought hope, and warmth, back into to the world. All life would have ended, if the Tree of Life had've been pulled into the sun, but still, someone saved them.
Those heroes had overcome insurmountable odds. How? It didn't seem possible. When the world was threatened a human appeared and saved everyone. She couldn't possibly measure up.
Their figures were carved in an ornate marble statue, water pooling around the base. The stone courtyard was slick with rain, and few Pokemon were in the street.
Sighing, Vulpix jumped onto a bench and gazed upon the statue. Her tails flicked and her shoulders were hunched. 'Why me?'
She listened for a long time, but heard no reply. Things had always followed the same pattern. A human would appear with no memory, befriend a local, and lead some ridiculous adventure until the world was saved. Everyone knew the tales, they were legendary, and for a moment she had dared to think she would join them but instead, she sat, alone in the rain, waiting for ghosts to answer.
Her brows furrowing, she bared her teeth at the statue. 'Why me, huh? Why any of us? Am I so different from them?' Her voice rising, her fur bristled and stood on end. 'What made them so special? Were they that much stronger than me!'
'On the contrary.'
She jumped at the voice, hissing involuntarily. Claws out, she whipped around to find a large grey Pokemon stroking his chin, a Dusknoir.
'Pardon me,' he chuckled, 'I did not mean to frighten you.'
Her ears drooping, she shook her head and released a long breath. 'That, that's alright.'
'You know,' he mused. 'It is a strange thing, that a human should be needed to save us Pokemon.'
Her eyes growing wide, she glanced at Dusknoir. He wore a wide smile, and a thousand yard stare, as if lost in memories. After a moment, he chuckled again. 'Humans are terribly weak. They cannot fly, or breathe fire, or achieve near anything a Pokemon can. I believe that is why humans save us, time and again.'
'I don't follow,' she said carefully, eyeing the stranger.
'A human does not any special powers. All they have is their humanity. Their compassion, willpower, and love.'
A sudden snarl upon her lips, she glared at Dusknoir. 'Pokemon have those things too!'
'Exactly!' Dusknoir pointed at the statue. 'Pokemon have those things too. In addition to everything they already have. Humans have only what they are, and those around them. Pokemon evolve all at once; strength, physique, potential. Humans are different. They are in a constant state of evolution. Each moment fuels what they will become because they have nothing else. Only hope, their humanity, and their need to become something greater. Thus, their potential is near infinite.'
Her chest felt tight, and she fought to keep the tears from eyes, hoping if nothing else, the rain would mask her emotion.
Dusknoir's gaze softened and he smiled fondly upon the statue, upon the second hero. 'Perhaps a human only becomes a Pokemon to allow them to better connect, better fit in our world. Perhaps they already had everything they needed. The only thing missing was connection, a bridge, between them and us.'
She wanted to respond, to say something, but no words could fit past the lump in her throat.
Rising slowly, Dusknoir turned to leave. 'Humans are terribly weak. That is why it is such a joy to see them thrive. Little one, I cannot wait to see what you become. I am certain you will be great, and if you are not, that is okay too. After all, you are only human.'
