I seethe with anger.

I forgot how long ago it was when I lost everything.
The avalanche that killed my family spared me.
Everything that I loved was lost.
I went to the nearby town that winter to ask for help.

Nobody came.
No trainers.
No rangers.
No police.

Not even the Pokémon.

I hate everything now.
I hate life and wished that avalanche took me too, then I would be with them.
My family.

The town people who turned their backs to me now tell me to keep my chin up, to smile.
That everything Wil be okay.
But. Time for touching words like that has long ago passed.

I now live alone.
No Pokémon come near me anymore, not even when I approach ones known for their bloodthirsty nature.
Ironic that the time I crave to have my pain end, I cannot find a way to end it.
I curse that creature who dared to taunt me when I saw the avalanche crush my home with my family inside.
My mom, my dad, my siblings.
All gone.

And that beast did nothing.
The great white beast with the golden ring.
It did nothing to help me dig them up so I could lay them to rest.
All it did was watch me with those eyes.
Red and green eyes.
I hate it so much.

I had heard stories of a great Pokémon that watches over all of us.
But I think that is a myth.
If it was real, it would have stopped these awful things.
I've heard stories of Pokémon who shaped the landmass, raised the seas, control the wind and who governs over life.
But they are monsters.
Everything is a monster.

I hate these young trainers who approach me to talk.
Their greedy little eyes beg for anything I have, I usually tell them to scram.
Others come looking for fights, they don't come far.
They give up or I throw their bags into the river.
I don't care.
I lost too much to care anymore.

Wild Pokémon I once played with as a child look at me and flee.
I have no love for them anymore.
I have no love for anything anymore.
The once childish wish to see a legendary or mythical Pokémon has now grown into a vengeful want to punch them.
I lost my tears, I lost my happiness, I lost my hope.

Hollow.

That's the word the people now use to describe me.
Hollow as a shedinja.

I walked again up to the clearing site where I buried my family.
Whithered flowers sit upon the stones I strained my muscles to move here.
I feel the tears want to come.
But they dried up long ago.
I hear the footsteps of someone approach, I turn to see Nidorino.
He got one look at me and fled.
Probably one I used to play with when he was a Nidoran.
I took the flowers off the stones and put new ones on.

I can feel the Pokémon in the woods around me watch as I do my rutine, my ceremony.
As they always do.
I do not care.
They never were here.
They never helped when I needed them most.
I continued to clean the stones of moss and dirt before laying in the grass between the two biggest stones.
Mom.
Dad.
I curl into a pathetic ball between the stones as I have done.
This is the only time I have felt anything in the time I have been alone.

I hear a sound.
The first sound I have heard in a long time from doing this ceremony.
I don't know where it comes from.
A whimper, a cry.
I feel myself shake.
It was me.
I cry.
The first time I have cried since I buried them.

My painful cries must have started the Pokémon who looked on, I heard them cry as well.
A cacophony of painful crying fell upon that clearing.
I don't know exactly how long I cried, but I know that it was a long time.
I was tired when I finally stopped. I got up and wiped my face to clean myself up.

That's when I felt it. A presence.
A large energy like I felt before. On the day of the avalanche.
Standing before me was the beast.
Its head atop a long neck with its red and green eyes looking down at me, the golden ring around its belly gleamed. It seemed to stand while floating off of the ground.

"What do you want?!", I scream at it, "Why do you mock me like this?!"
I feel drops leave my eyes.
It only looks on.
"Why?!..why... why?", I have no energy for this and fall to my knees.
Ragged breathing shook my chest as I cried silently.
It still stood there for some reason, I don't know why.
This Pokémon of obvious importance and rarity.

This Pokémon that I hate.

"Why did none of you help me when I needed you?", I finally asked, "I have been alone. Why have you not?...."
It understood what I was saying, it knew what I was feeling.
I could see it in the eyes it had.
"I just want to go away.", I whispered, "I am clearly not wanted by this world."
The beast heard me. It heard me and ignored my plea for rest.
"Why do I have to suffer?", I asked, "Why do all of you want me to suffer?"
It just watched me as I began to cry, cry harder than I did before.
I held my face in my hands as I cried.
It was there I felt a puff of wind on my hair and something on my shoulder.

"You were never alone."

I looked up when I heard the voice.
The beast.
The puff of wind was it blowing it's breath on me, the thing on my shoulder was the paw of a small pink Pokémon.
I bowed my head again, "I must be going insane. Or dead."
The pressure was gone.
I looked up and the beast was gone, in its place was an egg.
A white egg with green and red markings.
I knew it was for me.
The beast must have placed it there.

I walk into town with the egg in a little carrier I made from a flaffy's wool and vines.
It had been days since I first started caring for the egg.
The wild Pokémon started to come nearer to me again, fire types want to hold the egg to help keep it warm.
I need a pokéball to catch it when it hatches.
Trainers who had run into me before seem shocked by this egg.
The store clerk was surprised when I told him I wanted a pokéball.
He let me look through his selection of balls and choose a special one for this Pokémon that would hatch any day now.

I was woken from my sleep by scratching coming from my egg.
A small voice was squealing inside of it.
It had to be almost ready to hatch, it was two days after my trip to the Pokémart.
I picked up the ball and backed off of my makeshift bed made from soft grasses and mareep wool.
The egg started to crack.
It glowed and hatched.
A ralts.

The little eyes of the Pokémon looked around before setting on me, its little arms reached to me.
I could not help but to pick it up and hold it.
Little ruby red eyes.
"Hello little friend.", I said and cried in happiness.
The ralts squealed with happiness and did not fight when I tapped its head with the special ball I got for it, a premier ball.
It took only one shake and I caught the ralts.
I called my little friend out so we could feed it a sweet berry and go back to bed.
It curled up in my arms as it slept peacefully.

I had trained my ralts into a kirlia in the following months.
It was beautiful and before long it became a gardevoir.
That Pokémon became my best friend.
I was happy again.
The wild Pokémon in the woods showed me to a tree house, one in a big tree that would be safe to live in.
They had made it in secret and never thought of a way to tell me before now.
The beast was right.
I was not alone.
I had these Pokémon as my family.

I never forgot about the white beast or the pink one.
I never forgot my family or my grief of those horrible times.
Gardevoir and I walked along a street before it pointed out a library, a sign was advertising a sale of books on legendary and Mythical Pokémon.
I agreed to go in and buy one. Gardevoir's curiosity was endless and I thought it wanted to read about other Pokémon.
I bought the book and gave it to gardevoir, who began to read enthusiastically.
Its face was happy and we were done with shopping so it was time to go home.

On the way up I decided to stop at the Graves again to visit my family, I was surprised to find flowers blooming around the graves.
Gardevoir tugged on my sleeve and pointed to what it saw then back to the page it was on.

The great white beast. It was standing at the graves.
The same beast who gave me a reason to live, who gave me my life back.

I looked at the book and took in a sharp breath.

"The alpha Pokémon. Arceus."