Each Past 「Pokemon Watty Awards 2016」

Chapter 6 ♦ Sacrifice

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❝ Who cares where we are, what we have to do, or whether we're even alive?

It's worth it as long as you're with the one you cherish most. ❞

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Cresselia

The meadow hummed with life, a sensation that I wasn't used to feeling.

The crisp, grassy scent drifted to my nose, overwhelming at first sniff, but I soon got used to the feeling. The sky was a pleasant shade of bright blue, gentle sunlight filtering down through my skin, causing me to shudder— ironically— in happiness.

Now I knew why I had missed the daytime so much— it was such a beautiful feeling, and I couldn't believe that I had just about forgotten every part of it. The only thing that had lingered in my memory was a faint, indescribable impression of bliss.

I had been so lost in that single memory— a memory that wasn't even mine— that I had nearly forgotten my purpose for entering a Pokemon's past.

Entering a Pokemon's mind is a privilege, not to mention an invasion of their privacy, I snapped at myself briskly. Remember your purpose of coming here. I stopped myself from giving a firm nod, and instead inspected my dreamlike surroundings.

At the very least, it seemed pleasant— but I was still suspicious. There had to be something more substantial to their past— not just a picture-perfect life in the lush wilderness of a meadow. After all, they had to have something more substantial, something that made them... who they were, and something that changed their life; that made them special.

Disgruntled with the less than satisfying pace of the flashback, I willed the recollection to move forward a little.

The milk-white clouds melted into a different position from their previous form, but the aromatic fragrance of the fresh greenery around me remained as calming as ever. I waited, knowing that the still, unmoving scenery was about to change any moment.

As I had predicted, there was the thumping, rhythmic sound of fur-coated feet against the soft earth. Raising my head, I felt the gentle breeze whistle past me, and two figures emerged.

They were seemingly ignorant to my presence— and that was normal, because I wasn't technically a part of their past. I was merely here as someone higher up; a mere observer. Someone merely here to learn a fact or two about their history— purely selfish, for my uses only— but I tried to push that thought out of my head.

The pair of Eevee seemed young— naive, even. They were small, easily allowing me to tower over them. Only a few years old, at most. Their brown fur was a deep, healthy shade of caramel, but was tousled with the trademark messiness of a wild Pokemon.