Each Past 「Pokemon Watty Awards 2016」

Chapter 16 ♦ Wish

♦ Dedicated to silentdroplets because reasons also thanks for being a vv good irl friend. I'll try to hit you less in future and good luck on your future (and current) books !! ♦

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❝ Being a hero

isn't like what they say in fairytales.

Because a hero knows

when they have to

let others save the day. ❞

Cresselia

A hero of justice, the Absol had told us.

I had never liked fairytales. Even when I was first created, I had never felt much of an emotional punch—or connection—to those perfect beings that existed within the creased pages of dusty books that I never paid much attention to.

They were just too perfect. Something about their flawless personalities and ability to do everything right irked me—even as a young, unknowing Legendary who'd just been created, I was never one to read these stories in my free time.

If creatures such as them had existed, there wouldn't be issues like these happening in the world. The hero would be able to do everything. They would be able to erase all of our problems and sadness with one simple touch.

I'm certainly not a hero, then. I wouldn't have wanted to be one either—despite my current job, I was one to have darker thoughts in the corners of my mind, but I wasn't a hero. Maybe I've tried to be one—maybe that's why we're lonely. Because we tried to be heroes—and in the end, we were disconnected from other Pokemon. We stood on a whole other level—and thus, we became lonely.

Breaking out of my trance—It was becoming much easier to fall into one than it had used to—I tried to analyse the situation. Jirachi seemed to be thinking along the same lines—she turned to me, a slight frown settled on her face as she spoke.

"This is something we cannot help," she uttered in exasperation. "His problem ties back to the root of Mother Nature itself. I understand that he emulates these heroes, but surely there is another way to save them? Another way to deal out this supposed justice?"

Meloetta sighed—she had been a few metres away from us, keeping an eye on the Absol and trying to make small talk with him, but she now flew over to us. "I believe that this is Arceus' way of justice," she replied, melodic voice stained with sadness. "A traditional method that we need to break away from eventually."

"Justice is wretched," I suggested. "In trying to save others, look how reckless we become. Even if we had not intervened, he would destroy himself over time. In seeking people's approval, justice has become something that imprisons his mind."

"Perhaps it will not be the case this time..." The Melody Pokemon lowered her head. "At least, I do hope so. He has been struggling for such a long time—and I want to help him. I want to help him to stop clinging on to this destructive idea."