Each Past 「Pokemon Watty Awards 2016」

Chapter 17 ♦ Chosen

❝ One wish

one heart-shattering moment of desperations

can destroy

your entire life. ❞

Cresselia

...Why am I even doing so much for him?

It had been two days—two days since we obtained the fourth element of Arceus' laws—the very laws that had been instilled into us from the very moment we had been created. Laws that we were supposed to swear by—and here we were tearing our education to pieces.

Maybe the Lord wouldn't even call us Legendaries anymore. We weren't doing anything to help the world anymore, and we hadn't done anything to deserve such a prestigious title. If anything, we were dragging this word through nothing but filth in the eyes of others.

I was happy for my brother, however. Yes, he was on a different side for me, and I was aware that he would do anything in his power to stop me—that was the extent of his utter hatred—but I was glad that for once, our side were switched.

He's working with Arceus, is he not? A small smile crossed my face as that thought drifted into my mind. Years and centuries ago, he was sworn enemies with our Creator—he really has come a long way. It almost makes me proud of him—in a strange way, of course.

It was at times like these that he felt the most mortal to me—yet, it pained me that it was for all the wrong reasons. Still, he was now on the path to improving—and I determined to bring the Legendary back to his former personality no matter what.

I did treat him as a little brother at times—and I wouldn't stop.

But I had to go back to the topic—just why was I doing so much for him? Why was I doing so much for the very creature who wanted me dead—not that it was possible as of now—the very creature that despised me with all his heart for throwing him into an endless nightmare?

There was also the memory loss to think about, however—if I paid more attention, there was a clear lapse in my thoughts. Recollections of old, worry-free days were starting to drift from my mind—and a icy fear licked at my heart, reminding me that the bundle of memories were tied together with nothing but a fragile string—a thread that could very well be broken at any moments.

This was Fate's—Arceus'—way of telling me that I was running out of time. This curse ate away at my mind each moment—no matter how insignificant it may have seemed; no matter the millimetre of myself that I lost, it would all snowball into something much bigger over time.

Some things are getting unclear to me, I panicked. Like the time we met—the exact details of it are getting blurry. Gaps are starting to form in this chronological logic of mine.

So why? If my own thoughts and recollections were so hazy—why was I willing to go so far just for this? To create a past for both of us—one that I had thought necessary for the Legendaries' eventual happiness? If I couldn't remember, what was the point of this kindness?

"Hey." A voice broke me out of the trancelike state I'd been in—perhaps I'd been too engrossed in my own thoughts; I had barely noticed what was going around me or what I was even doing—and I looked up to see Jirachi staring at me with an annoyed gaze. "Snap out of it."

Tensing up, I gazed at her in surprise—and her next sentence was coarse. "I understand that you feel upset about your memories, but I have already warned you about it," she stated. "Yes, you were worried, but you decided to continue on nonetheless. That proves that deep down, your decision is already made—and besides, you cannot do anything about this now. You can only continue—and win."