The Moments of My Life (2015 PKMNWatties 1st in One-Shot)

The Moments of My Life: A Pokemon One-Shot

<Ages before Modern Kalos; Ancient Geosenge Town; The Great Kalos War>

Smile; please smile for me, Lunette. I will never see your lovely smile again, and I need it. I need something - something to drag my sorrows down into depths so low they'll be buried; something important to make the scale the way it should be, with the optimist standing higher than pessimist; I just need something to make me feel the way I should be feeling. Please. Please, I beg you.

"Don't say that, Crescent! Don't say that!"

With each growing minute, the blood gushing from the left side of my body grew heavier, thicker, redder. My own heart did a double flip in my ribcage; I understood my time had come, but even if I did, getting past the fact was still accumulating in my throat like a lump, and my nerves were all over the place; they were like a thousand lines interconnected to one flickering bulb, each line already splaying and fizzing with open electricity. I felt like a clock, a gear with one chunk gone. A whole with one part cut off. I felt complete, but yet I felt so empty. Was the glass half empty, or was it half full?

My end was near. Very near.

Lunette, you must accept it. Fate has its reasons. My time has come. I must leave this world.

Her sobs only grew denser, uglier. She buried her beautiful face in my soft, bloody dark fur, her face coated in grotesque red splotches. She was ruining herself. Ruining her ravishing self for the trivial me. That I couldn't allow. I had vowed to protect her, keep her safe with everything a little umbreon had in its passionate heart, during this war that introduced the Kalos region to a new shade of horror, blood, death. My end wouldn't change that.

Lunette, you must get up. Otherwise you'll never live the day. You won't survive! I existed to protect you! If you don't live for me, I am a failure! Even the words I spoke began to lose strength as the power drained from my body. If my precious trainer didn't survive, I was a truly a mistake in this world. My purpose in life was to protect her. I must fulfill.. m-m-my m-m-mission..

It's coming closer, Lunette. Hurry!

This was a war. People wanted us dead. I had been stabbed by the enemies, shot brutally with an arrow. Who was to say she wasn't next? This fight for the freedom of pokemon and trainers alike.. the fight to have them united.. the other humans didn't want that. There was only a rare few who would nobly fight alongside us...

She shakily brought herself up from my fur, her clothes soaked with my spilled blood, her face contorted, different than it had been just a few hours ago, lovely and perfect in every way. She met my eyes for a second, and I painfully twisted my lips into a grim smile. The biggest my muscles would allow.

She quickly rummaged in her bag for something.

An oran berry.

She needed to know I was helpless.

Lunette, with her usually gracious hands trembling, brought the berry to my mouth, attempting through her sobs and tension to force it in my mouth. I turned my head away, not accepting. I was nearly dead. You can't bring someone back from the dead. You can't heal a huge wound with an oran berry.

She tried some more, each time my mouth refusing to open for the blue treat. My trainer begged me, pleaded with me, her dark hair flapping in the wind, her charming face pale and drained, her eyes strictly rejecting my pleas to stop crying, but I couldn't accept the berry. It would do neither of us no good.

The dark blue rings on my body faintly glowed, signaling my close end. That was when I had an idea. The idea to end it all. To give the one person I trusted and loved more than a single person could love my best wishes, a memory of me. Strength to make sure she didn't quit because I was gone.