Each Past 「Pokemon Watty Awards 2016」

Chapter 3 ♦ Past

♦  Dedicated to FluffyDerp for being the most fabuswagilicious person anyone could ever ask for, being so random it's scary, being a stalker-ish Altaria, and for always being there for me in the depths of PM and my comment section no matter what! Thank you so much, and be swag~! ♦

Welcome to Chapter 3 of Each Past! :) I actually have a legitimate schedule for this now. I'm going to try updating every Friday, but if I'm busy, it'll be once every two Fridays, and to make up for that, I'll have a better quality chapter.

And no, I donut have any idea what is going on in this chapter. XD

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Deep inside his abode that he has carved out for himself in "heaven", the godly being raises its elegant head as it watches the thoughts of the legendary Pokemon of dreams. He does not intervene- "it is not time yet", he thinks.

With that, he steals a final but unnecessary glance at the creature before abruptly halting the flow of thoughts that he had been hearing in his mind.

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I could only look on— my entire body was paralysed with fleeting pain. I closed my eyes, feeling the last reserves of my energy pulse through me in rhythmic, refreshing beats.

Take me to Arceus' residence, I thought, vision now having faded to an absolute black.

A spark of pale magenta made a tiny slash in the world of unconsciousness that had trapped me, enlarging to a large rip that caused the inky darkness to melt and crumble to pieces around me, disappearing beneath my wings and body, and opened up to become a realm of pink, purple and the occasional yellow.

And then, the vivid colours that flashed before my eyes fused together into a pure, blinding white, and I felt my head spin and throb, as the light spilled over my shivering form, coursing through each vein like renewed, energy straight from Heaven itself. My wings found the strength to quiver and move, and a lightheaded, airy feeling engulfed me as I saw a blur of sky-blue and green pass by.

Grunting, I turned towards the sudden flare of colour, folding my wings and aiming at the center of the small opening. I had to time it just right— any faster and I would risk serious injury; any slower and I might be trapped here forever.

It was fortunate I had teleported multiple times before— this was nothing.

The white swirled around me a final time, and the brilliant colour faded to nothingness around me as I inspected the dense forest that hung around me, streaks of vivid dark green contrasting against the pale canvas of the sky.

It looked like a regular forest, but each tree was positioned in a manner that was too perfect, its branches and trunk way too upright, and the flowers were all in full bloom despite being rare, seasonal ones. 

No, this was just what Arceus' mind had created— the perfect vision of a forest. It might be a forest today, but it all depended on Arceus' mood whether to change Heaven or not the next day.

I hadn't visited Heaven many times—I had only gone when it was absolutely necessary. Otherwise, I preferred to keep to my duties and obey the Lord. Still, I had came often enough for me to navigate this ethereal forest and reach Arceus' lair.