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You ran and ran,
not trying to be the hero,
just trying to survive,
The light was pink,
you could hear pokemon roaring, screaming in pain in the streets below you as rouge mega evolution
overtook their bodies,
A flash of black and green ran in front of you, Zygarde guiding you towards
the blooming flower of death,
The strange pokemon occasionally
stopping to check if you were still
following, or if you were still breathing.
You kept on running.
even if your legs felt like collapsing,
even if your breath hitched.
At one point the hat Naveen had given
you so long ago had flown off in a gust of wind.
You didn't chase it.
You jumped over the roofs,
climbed over the rubble.
Until Zygarde came to a halt.
Staring up at the-
-You chose to not remember this part-
The rest was just a blur of flowers,
of sparkling light booming over your head.
Of pain overtaking your body as Zygarde mega evolved.
Of pink, way too much pink.
After that, it took you a couple weeks before you dared to step your foot into Zone 20.
And when you did, you felt like your heart was going to explode, like your body was no longer yours.
You just caught a couple of pokemon for Mabel and never entered again,
spending the rest of the day cooped up in your room at hotel Z, reading the letter given you by AZ over and over.
They called you the hero of the city,
the brave trainer who was chosen by Zygarde.
You didn't feel like a hero at all.
You were a coward.
You weren't special, you were just a random person who had been dragged into this mess, barely older than a teenager.
You were such a coward.
The danger was gone.
Why then do you still wake up, in the middle of the dark night, after visions of terror filled your dreamscape?
Ange is dead.
Why does your breath block in your throat whenever that faithful night is mentioned, why do you have to escape a conversation about the past?
The past is gone in time, the past is dead.
Why do you have Absol always out of her PokeBall, following you like a white shadow, are you maybe hoping that she could warm you in time? In time for what?
There's nothing to be scared about, no danger is coming, you big child.
Coward
Coward
Coward !