Whispers in the Dark「Pokemon Fanfiction」

Tʜɪʀᴛʏ﹣Eɪɢʜᴛ • Hᴇᴀʀᴛ Rᴇᴀʟɪsᴇ

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Heart Realise

She woke in an unfamiliar cave, pale grey walls of stone surrounding her—at least, that was what she had gathered from the data in her mind.

It wasn't as if she was confused or unknowing about anything. No, she would be ashamed of herself if her memory had failed her—instead, her mind was crystal clear. There was no cliched of memories rushing back to the surface—that couldn't happen if they were already in place, after all. She could recall every single event that she'd been through for the past ten years.

Perhaps knowing that she had been aware of what she was doing made her an even bigger evil. It was as if a glass wall had separated her from her senses; her muscles, bones and ligaments—and she couldn't control what she was doing. She could watch herself.

Did that made her any more deserving of forgiveness—of a second chance? Probably not. She should have tried to fight back earlier—tried to resist before Giratina crept into her mind.

Instead, she'd been too afraid—she didn't want to incur his wrath for some abstract reason. Was it because she was a selfish creature in the end? Because deep down, she did want her sight back—just how far was she willing to go to obtain it?

No, she reassured herself. Even I wouldn't do that. I wouldn't hurt so many innocent people just for the sake of one Pokemon's wish. Mother has told me that I was always the inferior one. It's not worth it to make a wish at the cost of others.

Sitting up, she spent a few moments to just think—and part of her let out a bitter laugh about how her thought process mirrored that of the white-haired teenager whom she had just been watching. Then again, both their thoughts were true—if bringing back something precious to them meant that many others suffered, then it was better to simply live without that something.

I don't need my eyes to see it. The words in her mind were stilled and quiet. I don't need my eyes to survive, but I know that this world deserves to live—I want its beauty to be seen by many others.

Maybe this was how she could repent. If she told herself that she couldn't have done anything—and if she went to join the battle right now; this time on the other side, she could at least make up for some of her mistakes. Not all—that would take more than a lifetime—but some of them.

It wasn't as if she despised her former master. She had been the one to stay by his side, after all—she'd stayed that way for years, and her mind had picked up every trace and quirk that Giratina possessed.

He really wasn't a bad Pokemon. He was kind, and he was acting this way for what he believed to be the eventual good of humanity. He wanted to do good—but his ideals were too twisted;  too deeply rooted in his shadows of the past.

Giratina did try to raise me in what he believed was the correct way. A small smile spread across her face. And I guess he liked having me by his side. He had been lonely for so long—and I'm grateful to him. He really tried to be the parent I never had,

She wouldn't dream of hurting him—not when he had given her so much. Yet, she hated to think of the number of people that would lose themselves when he won—it seemed that there was no choice but to fight him.

Why am I even thinking like this...? A snow-coloured paw wrestled its way to her head, and she gripped it, trying to get rid of the headache she'd brought on herself. Why do I feel so vulnerable? I want the control I lost. I want to stop being a child...