On Wings

On Wings of Jagged Lightning

 I am Zapdos, Bird of Thunder. I fight Articuno.

I didn't in the beginning. I remember that I once flew side by side with her, and two others. Once I rested in temples, and spoke to humans who understood my words. Once I wasn't as I am now.

I don't remember why that changed, only that this is better now. I don't want to remember. The endless battle is enough. Before it was different, but too much. Articuno agrees.

Once, I commanded legions of electric types. I spoke to them, taught them. No more.

Because back then there was pain, something I can't remember and don't want to. Something I learned that made me decide to reject it, to forget it, and to do no more than fight. Articuno learned the same, or maybe different, but she does the same so it doesn't matter.

The islands change, the ocean rumbles, but I take comfort in the unchanging battle. I can't win, because still another stops me. I can't lose, because the same other stops her. But I can try. That doesn't change.

The two others I flew with long ago appear only rarely. We attack them without response, until the third stops us. One cannot see us, the other will not. I don't understand why they remain tied to the-

Why they don't fight. I live to soar on my wings of jagged lightning, to battle. Why do they reject that? They must understand that-

I don't understand why they do not fight, why they remain as...what they are. They understand, it is clear, but rather then-

- they remain. It is a mystery. Surely, they can see that to remain - as they are is suffering. The only way to escape - is the moment of battle.