Since then, Mew had been quiet. Stuck living with her Uncle Mew while the other Legendary were probably in the fight of their lives against each other. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing that she was stuck in his secluded, nice little den that she's called home for years now. It was more that she felt upset, lost... Like she wanted to be in the action, or wanted to do something more than stay in that boring ol' house.

     For Mew, everything could be a game, everything could have fun in it of you tried hard enough to find it. But now, as she was seemingly stuck with no one but the old Mew, she found life just sorta dragging on and on. She didn't dare try and make her life more interesting by joining the battle, not that she would make a difference anyways, right? Or perhaps go out on the surface and do something, but then she'd be at risk of...

     "Why don't you go outside, talk to other pokemon, do something!?" This was one of the rare cases that the elder was actually home, having time off from wherever he went. He looked more old, more fragile than normal to Mew. He just wasn't the same, always stuck on the couch when he actually made it home, like his spark and personality just sorta disappeared from him. Mew took note of this rather quickly, only driving her further and further into her boredom and... emptiness.

      "I have reasons..." That's the answer she had been giving him for weeks now, and each time he would just sigh and skim over the same old newspapers over and over again, as if scanning for something he may of missed the first hundred times. Mew told herself that she was going to wait, wait until this thing that she knew hardly anything about, nor wanted to know about, just faded away like the sun does beneath the clouds every dark night. She kept telling herself that she would wait for her evil counter part to strike again, this time though she wouldn't have any sort of insight or knowledge about it, which did cause a slight risk. She was falling apart, fast.

     This wasn't healthy for her, she knew. 'Me and Mewtwo are friends, right?' She kept asking herself that, the dull hope that she could just go visit him if she really wanted to remaining present. By judging from their last failed meeting, however, she couldn't bring herself to see him again. Not that she was necessarily scared to, she just didn't want to do anything to make him even more angry. She looked to the older Mew who was already fast asleep on the soft couch, in a way getting ready to reset the daily schedule of this new, boring life Mew was now almost forced to endure. 

     And so, when this next small conflict came to her this abnormally quiet morning, she didn't know exactly how to process it. Everything was so quiet, Uncle Mew still fast asleep. Mew just sighed, preparing the batch of cookies for the good side, the good Legendary. Now, Mew was no coward, but this seemed a much more effective action than trying to actually join the dispute first hand. Although, nothing comes without its risks, even the simple act of providing food for a certain side in this situation was a dangerous move.

     "Smells great," Mew commented on her freshly baked dish, putting it off to the side with the other good ones. Although she wasn't the best at baking, she did find a sense of joy in it. She made another batch, this one, she kept telling herself, for Mewtwo. As a way of escaping the boring, same everyday life, she was going to face her fears and talk to him, talk to anyone really. It was a start, and It would be so much better than staying in seemingly hiding, doing absolutely nothing every single day.

     She watched as the oven beeped, and she put in the fresh dough and levitated to the exit. She touched the knob, giving it a slow turn to ensure she didn't accidentally wake up Uncle Mew. She slowly pulled it open, the cool air being a slight comfort to her, and she levitated outside of the house... her house. She closed the door gently behind her, the small 'click' afterwards ensuring the older Mew's doom, signaling the end of her seemingly easy world.

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     Mewtwo had hardly moved, hardly done anything with the time after that night, the beautiful sunset of that weary night lighting his mind up even now. He so desperately wanted an answer, an answer to what those sensations and feelings were. It was so much better than those stupid humans, he told himself over and over again to not forget. It was almost hurting him, his pink counter-part having really hit him close to home.

     So far, he had made nothing, no blueprints or plans in his head, no machines or gadgets made... just the simple clicking of the clock being the one thing he did focus on. Perhaps he slightly wanted Mew to come back, perhaps if even for one last time. She had made no 'visits', or more properly break ins recently. He was almost missing her just  simply coming up behind him, usually putting her soft pink hands across his neck and waiting for him to give out his burst of annoyance.

     'What am I thinking?' He was upset with himself, thinking such positive feelings towards the one who he, even now, wanted to hate more than ever, for reasons he couldn't properly explain "Why Why Why!?" That seemed the million dollar question now, and Mewtwo put both hands against his forehead. He had even found her invading his dreams, so much flashbacks and variations to that shameful day.

      He needed her, wanted her to come back, even if just for a moment. He was so hurt by her, more than anything else in the whole world, but at the same time it felt like she was the only cure. She was the only one he had really ever had a normal conversation with, the only friend  he had. A friend... a seemingly shameful and non-honorable word for him. Go figure, too, that it'd be her that he so willingly referred to as one. As he looked on and on, back and forth between the walls of his house, he knew something was going to be different about today. The atmosphere, all the tension he could slightly feel traveling beyond the sky, it was all leading up to this moment, now. Already on edge, he sat up in his chair, looking out the brief sets of clouds peaking through the glass panes.

     It was all too late when he sensed it, sensed the overwhelming power and the deep sorrow of another, and he knew then that he was a fool. He took off, this time willingly letting himself fight for the other side, the wrong Pokémon as he prior would tell himself. And so he flew, faster and faster, to the one who he knew needed him the most. He wouldn't make the same mistake twice...

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     The fear, the anger, the hurt all dwelled up inside Mew. It was now that she realized just how helpless she truly was, how small she was in this large world. She was one Legendary out of hundreds, and she knew that there were others who were neutral, so why had she been the one who suffered from so much torment caused by the stupid dispute. Darkrai held her head up painfully by the fur on the back of her neck, the sensations forcing her eyes open to see the large smoke in the place she once called home.

     Darkrai, the sadistic grin still on his face, watched as the fire decapitated the cave in all its entirety. Mew was in a state of being petrified and of being empty beyond belief. The salty droplets ran down her cheeks, all collecting on the ground below. How could anyone be so violent, so determined to ruin somebody's life. Soon, a new faint energy arose from the ashes, already battered and broken by himself. The older Mew barely flew away, and Mew about wailed her eyes out in relief. She thought he had died, and that was the thing that was driving her over the edge. She felt a new part of her body work, a new energy rise within her.

     "I thought you were dead..." Darkrai said it coldly, Mew's eyes building up in rage. She squirmed and squirmed, but the more attempts she made the more he tightened his grip. The older Mew snarled, hovering above the flames. It was only then that he realized her, the pink creature nestled between his hands, that he froze. Darkrai instantly understood his body language, his claws extending and resting next to her neck.

     The older Mew coughed. "Let... her go! Your fight's with me!" His eyes held desperation, anger. His parenting-like skills took over, and he was desperate to keep her safe. Darkrai only grinned. "I might..." He pressed his claws right smack into Mew's throat, and she again fell helpless to the pain. There was something weird that happened when she was around Darkrai, or any of the bad Legendary. She couldn't ever seem to use any sort of her powers, as if they were all sucked away from her. Perhaps it was fear, this a suggestion due to her powers all being linked to her emotions.

     "Gah! Stop it! What do you want!" The older Mew roared out, not daring to move from his spot. Mew felt like... a bother. A literal child, just watching the scene unfold before her eyes helplessly. She probably could do something, something more than stare at the wiser pokemon desperately trying to fight for her. She felt like a nuisance. Darkrai released his grip on Mew, Mew immediately catching herself with levitation, something that she could still do. She was about to take her leave, following Uncle Mew's pleading eyes, but something stopped her.

     "GO!" Uncle Mew yelled to her, and Darkrai started his attack at the older Mew. Mew, instead of going, running away, flew at Darkrai. Due to the unexpected surprise, Darkrai was knocked back and his attack dissipated. Mew then rushed over to Uncle Mew, levitating next to his side. She wouldn't leave him again, not wanting a repeat of this ever again. She would fight alongside him, not run away and let other people fight her battles. Uncle Mew told her to go, leave before Darkrai recollected himself, but she whole heartedly refused.

    "Curses! You'll all pay!" Darkrai, learning from his prior mistake of just letting her go free, made a note in his mind to not quit until they were both eliminated. He disappeared, re-appearing behind both of them. It was as if time was in slow motion, Mew only seeing Uncle Mew's face of disbelief as he charged for Mew. She made a mistake, and this time it seemed that not even she was going to be able to fix it. Just as she saw the brave, older Mew diving in the way of her, she had the gut to let out a panicked screeched as the attack blew right through the older Mew, tearing him from the inside. Her mind was black, she had messed up. She should've ran when she had the chance, not of been in the way of the once lively pokemon, the one who she wouldn't be able to sit with and talk about stuff, cry into the arms of, and most importantly, love. As his eyes swirled upwards into his head, the empty white eyeballs creeping to his face, Mew could barely process what had happened as he was slowly fluttering downwards.

   "N-NO!" She completely ignored everything around her, breathing deeply and her eyes welling up immensely. She didn't care if Darkrai would strike her dead mid plummet, she just focused on rushing to her Uncle Mew... her hero in life. He hit that ground, the hole in his dying chest spurting out globs of blood. She ran her paws all along his body, it still being mostly fresh to the touch. It was all to sudden, to... real for her to process.

     Darkrai was actually frightened. He looked at his hands, the blood of Mew still stained to his claws. He looked down, the horrifying image of the helpless two creatures causing him to shake his head slowly in disbelief. He had just killed a pokemon, with his own bloodied hands. That had been the first death during this whole battle, this whole pointless dispute, and he was the killer. He found his own breath rising, his own heart aching at the horrifying sight below him.

     Mew sobbed on his chest, now feeling the real emptiness in this world. This world was so big, and she was so small. It only made it worse when the older Mew coughed a bit, blood staining now his teeth and lips. Mew choked on her own salivation, the sight of his own blood choking and suffocating him. "g... go..." He bled and bled, the words choking out of his throat. Mew hadn't listened to him before, but maybe now she would actually do it. She tried to think of happy images of her Uncle Mew, not just the bloodied image painting it's way slowly into her mind.

     Darkrai held his hands, not thinking twice before he made a hard sprint away, anywhere but there. Mew held her head in disbelief. This wasn't happening, it couldn't be. But the more she thought of all the things she just lost, the more reality struck her. Even though he said to go, that it was better for her to just leave and not have to endure this painful moment. But at the same time, what was worse... having to leave and know that she'd just never get to see him again, or not leave and have to ender seeing him like this.

     "N-No!" Mew said it plainly, and the older Mew tried to reply, but blood was the only thing that came out. "I-I... I can't leave you!" She curled her hands on his chest, tenderly licking and crying into him. The smoke from the destroyed cave was just now reaching them, and any faint hope of him surviving was completely shattered. The older Mew let her, the brief feeling of drowsiness, sleep tempting to take over him. He held on, for the sake of Mew. He didn't want to die, he was granted with the gift of never having to worry about death from age. He so desperately wanted the pain to go away, it hurt more than anything he had ever felt before, and he just wanted to be happy again, with Mew keeping him company and them getting to enjoy a nice, warm cup of milk over the fire once more. But, sadly, he knew he wasn't going to ever get that chance again, and it hurt him even more than the wounds he was enduring that she would be forced to see it all crumble away from her.

     "I'm... I'm s-so sorry!" She kept blaming herself. Maybe if she wouldn't of been so careless and hadn't got in the way, she would've never even been a concern for Uncle Mew and he could've fought the murderer off. She was careless, useless, and now a pokemon was dead because of it. Uncle Mew, with the little energy he had left, shook his head.

     "I-It's... not your... fault my child... blame... Darkrai..." Mew kept shaking her head, not wanting to believe this anymore. "N-No... You tell him that yourself! Please hold on!" She kept saying to herself that she could save him, save the one she loved so much. Uncle Mew didn't have the strength to confront her, instead he tried to contact the one who he knew could be the only one who could really help Mew through this. No, not Cresselia. But the one he had been reading about through Mew, the countless adventures they had shared together... Mewtwo.

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     Mewtwo could sense it now, everything close enough to where he could at least teleport the remainder of the way. He was severely angered, and already in hot tears. He knew he was far too slow, far to late to do much anything. He had came to help, to prevent what he assumed happened... and now that he sensed the wreckage and grievance in Mew's usually pure heart, he couldn't spare another second. He sensed the feeling of death looming around the battlefield, and he also sensed it was a Mew who was giving off that aura. He was a bit confused, for there had only been one Mew that Team Rocket, and really anyone knew about. But now he had sensed two, the one he had grown so fond of, and the other... near-death one.

     With a burst through the air, he was at the crime scene, a shocked expression staining his face almost as much as the older Mew's blood was staining the ground below. Mewtwo was speechless, backing away a good amount of feet, the sight even startling him a bit. For a second he thought it was the Mew he grew to know and become greatly fond of... but she, somehow, looked even worse. Mewtwo was in a state of disbelief, whoever had caused this was... pure evil. He, honest to heart, was a good pokemon. He had a good heart for literally any other pokemon, except for of course one... but now he knew that he probably had the biggest heart for that pokemon. It was the humans who he had a problem with... but never would he ever do that, cause the bloody scene that he was seeing now.

     "Come... Come here..." The older Mew said softly, signaling him over. Mew hadn't even noticed him, and she still hardly could understand what he was saying over the wailing of her own sadness. Mewtwo didn't know what to do, his eyes still watery. He walked up to the two pokemon, each pokemon who he'd never thought he would listen to so intently. Uncle Mew reached out one of his weak hands, the feeling of sleep now high on his mind. Mewtwo reached out too, touching his hand lightly. In an instant, he could see flashbacks, flashbacks of both Mew and him, and Mew and Mewtwo... all the highlights flashing through.

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     "Daddy?" The small Mew reached out to wise, older Mew. He took her small hand lightly, cradling it with his for a bit.

      "Yes... do you know where he is?" The small Mew nodded her head, her eyes resting on the male's. "Right there..." She pointed at him, and he grinned a bit and shook his head.

     "No... I'm... your uncle... so where's your dad?" He had said it as a way of getting new information out of her, because she was committed to the idea that was his kid, despite him trying to tell her over and over that it wasn't that way. Truthfully, he knew that she had to be one of four Mew's kids, because there were only a few number of Mew that were known for existence. But he didn't quite know where they were or the exact combination she contained.

     "Uncle..." She thought and thought on that, her small tail swaying back and forth. "I don't know... Uncle..." The older Mew facepalmed a bit. How could a child be so oblivious, judging by the fact that she wasn't necessarily a baby, but she was big enough to at least know the scent of her parents. That wasn't the case, however.

     "Well..." It dawned on him. How could you just lose your child? Especially with the small number of Mew's that there were to this day, you just simply couldn't accidentally lose her. Was she... abandoned?

     "What are we going to do now Uncle Mew..." It was the name that she gave him, one that would stick for a long time. "We... We can stop by my hou-... no, our house for a bit," The small pink creature nodded, a new excitement dwelling inside her. Never before had she felt so happy, it seemed.

     "I love you Uncle Mew!" The older Mew nodded, leading her, her tiny paw closed tightly around his, all the way to the secluded little cave.

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      Mewtwo blinked, the memories just fading away completely from his mind. He found the sadness, now that he knew a bit about the significance that this older Mew had to the one he knew, and he knelt down beside him. The older Mew breathed in deeply, the power of sleep being to strong for him. He exhaled, preparing his final words.

      "You... You're doing great... Please, take good care... care of her..." He blinked once, barely opening his clear white, bloodied eyes. Mewtwo let the words sink in, every part of him just wanting to cradle her in his arms. He needed to be a comfort for , needed to be there for her now more than ever. "I... I love you too, Me-" It was at that moment that his heart beat its last beat, the darkness forcing one last painful quench of his fragile body, one last painful quiver to escape his bloodied lips as death took over his form.

     Mewtwo could hardly watch himself, the last words striking him like a bullet. The smoke was now covering the area, and they each knew it was completely over for him. Mew sat there, tears streaming down her face, and her gently holding onto his hands. "N... N-" She couldn't speak anymore, painful lumps blocking her words mid-sentence.

      Mew didn't want to leave, didn't ever want to leave. The one time, the one person who'd she'd ever grown so attached to was now gone, gone forever. He was like a parent to her, a guardian angel. Not once did she ever feel sad or hurt by the fact that she didn't ever really know  get  meet her real parents. He was enough, the only parent she needed. She could remember all the good times they had, all the fun games and songs they've sung, every cartoon they've watched, every breath they've shared. If she would've known it was all going to end like this, one day they'd be so happy, then the next he's gone, maybe she'd of done even more, spent more time with her Uncle.

     Mewtwo showed no sort of anger, no sort of deviousness or sly tone in his eyes. He reached out, putting his hand gently on her shoulder. At that instant, not being able to handle any of it alone for any longer, she turned and almost tackled Mewtwo, embracing him tightly and weeping deeply into him. He put his head down, putting both his hands against the back of her head, letting her get everything out. He held back his own tears, his own sadness. He needed to be there for her, and that was exactly what he was doing, being a comfort.

     There they each stayed, each letting all the pain between them and the loss of such a great, inspiring pokemon just soar out. Against the wind, a slip of paper flew out of the still burning house, the paper being unharmed. The paper flew right past them, soaring off into the distance elsewhere. On the paper was a picture, the picture that Mew had drawn for Uncle Mew that inspiring night. Despite everything else he had been going through, he cherished that Picture more than anything. It was the thing that kept him going through all these troubled times, the thing that made him want to keep going. He saved that picture right on the windowsill in his room, wrapped nicely in a picture frame.

     As the night carried on, the two found themselves non-moving, the scent of a new day peaking through the clouds. The birds got up to sing their little song, the sun carried on as normal, everything seemed like a perfect day. This war was going to end, that the Legendary knew. It was only a matter of time, the older Mew's death would not be in vain. As the soft sobs started to die down, Mewtwo now finally knew the emotion he felt for this little, amazing creature. That feeling was love, not the broken, false kind... it was real love.

     Mew felt the same way, from that moment and on. Maybe there was some faults in there lives, maybe there would be a few problems along the way... but nothing was going to shatter them. As the sun just peaked over the clouds, the dim rays hitting the fallen Mew softly, they could each see the newfound peace laying in his body. He looked to be in peace, and this was the sight Mew chose to see. To see the true hero buried beneath the rubble of this broken world. Besides... True hero's fall in much more glory than people who stand back and do nothing. No way, Mew told herself, would she let this get to her. As she looked over the sky one last time, the orange-ish look putting her in a brief sorta trance, she knew that this was only a temporary drawback. Life would continue on as normal some day, because after all...

     Everyone Falls Sometimes...

     End. Believe it or not, that was the saddest thing I think I've ever really written. The Ending was what got me, a pretty heart touching image I had from that... Vote if you enjoyed this book, and I'm thrilled to start a new one. Anyways, hoped you enjoyed this book, and it was by far my best. If your new, a follow would be appreciated. Bye for now... and if your seeing this recently, I'm going to be tweaking the beginning a bit to make it better fit for the Pokémon Wattys. So, check back later and do a complete, re-run through of this book when it is completely done being edited and what not. Thanks, bye!