Amnesia: The Sinnoh Chronicle

In The Beginning

Be not fond of the dull smoke colored light from hell. Remember the clear light, the pure clear white light from which everything in the universe returns; the original nature of your own mind. The natural state of the universe unmanifest. Let go into the clear light, trust it, merge with it. It is your own true nature, it is home.

Many people will tell you, 'don't go towards the light.', but at this moment in time in the void of darkness, I reached for it as if it were an old friend. Ready to embrace the warmth that was starting to take over my outreached fingers, endlessly waiting to be engulfed in a sea of light.

Why were so many afraid to take the extra step into the unknown abyss?

Nearly there, I just have to reach out...and touch it....home...

My fingers grazed the misty wisp of the 'light' and I was instantly blessed with warmth throughout my hand. I reached with my other to capture the light and bring it closer to my body to share this feeling, but my arm would not move. It instead reached downward towards the black abyss, beckoning to another entity deep within.

I turned my head and saw nothing. Pitch black.

The light that had welcomed me before was now distancing itself from me. I shot my hand out, grazing the light again as I began to plummet into the darkness once more. I watched as the light faded into the never ending distance, never going out, but shrinking to a miniscule size.

As I fell, the cold wrapped it shrill hands around my body, engulfing me in a blankest of bone chilling cold. It clung to me as if it was sapping the warmth out of me, and I was more than certain that's exactly what was happening.

I closed my eyes as I waited for the inevitable death that was upon me.

But it did not take me yet, for it was not done with it's play toy.

Instead, it spoke. A voice all too familiar, and yet, completely alien.

He is more than a hero, he is a god in my eyes – the man who is allowed to sit beside you, he who listens intimately to the sweet murmur of your voice, the enticing laughter that makes my own heart beat fast. If I meet you suddenly, I can't speak – my tongue is broken; a thin flame runs under my skin; seeing nothing.

Hearing only my own ears drumming, I drip with sweat; trembling shakes and I turn paler than dry grass.

At such times,

Death isn't far from me.

I closed my eyes and smiled, ready to embrace the absolute which was death.

As I fell further into the depths of darkness, the faintest sound of...something bombarded my ears, growing louder and louder with each passing second, pummeling my eardrums. The winds picked up around me and I started to sway, a few inches here and a few inches there, but as the sounds began to rise to the point of unbearable noise, my body was violently tossed every which way.

I kept my eyes closed and my breath even, what happened to my body was now at the control of God*

I fell for hours in the abyss, wishing for anything solid to come within my grasp, and praying to the heavens above that this would all come to an end very soon.

-Unknown Region, Unknown Location-

"Shit. I shouldn't be out here this late. My pokemon aren't strong enough to handle anything out in these wilds. Maybe I should head back.."

I looked on towards my destination point and then back behind me, the faint glow of my town illuminating through the overgrow. It was a small town, hell, too small to even consider it one, but everyone was nice and friendly there and we were close enough to the professors lab for protection if the Pokémon in the area got too aggressive.