Darkness has never been so... dark. It consumes and devours it's victims with just one swift snap of its jaws. How much pain could one little lie cost? How much heartache could one face? How much blood could be spilled on the battlefield?
How many wars have their been? We've lost count... All too many. All too much... Too much death.
Peace, love, justice. They seemed so far away, yet so close. We reach for it, only to fall short of our goals. That is... until a hero stepped up to the glorious plate of death and fought for all we desired most.
That man, that trainer, that son. He was what people feared yet loved, the very bane and boon of the world. His name no one knew, for he never spoke, his cold and blank stare was enough to convey messages. With his electrifying partner in crime the two saved us. And yet... we seemed to have forgotten all he has done for us.
The noble man fades away into nothing as time slowly ticks by, and we lie in wait for when we will need his help once more...
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With a soft yawn I rubbed my eyes, looking at my grandfather with a blank expression. I loved his stories as a young.. well younger child, but as of late he's been telling the same one over and over, going on about a trainer that saved the world. Surly we would know who it was if it actually happened.
He stood with a grunt, his partner Pokémon Marowak helping him up. My grandfather was in his late eighties, but appeared to be early sixties, the wrinkles on his face were mainly laugh lines of a good and happy life. He was more broad in the shoulders and was tall, nearly six foot four, which in turn meant he towered over me by a good two feet.
My favorite feature of grandpa was his eyes and hair. His hair was originally dark brown, but as his age shows it's turning flecks of grey, making his hair to be like the sand. On the other hand, if one where to look into his eyes, they would find two orbs of warm caramel that shined with anything he said.
I smiled at grandpa as I hugged him, "Thank you for the story. I needed a good break."
He chuckled at him, smoothing down my pale green hair, "I can tell you enjoyed it by the bedhead."
My face flushed and quickly fixed my hair. How embarrassing, I can't get my hair to ever work with me, but to have a bad bedhead after only thirty minutes? My luck sucks!
With a flick of his hand, grandpa helped me flatten my hair, "Don't worry over it, I know this old bag of bones can get boring from time to time." His voice was playful as always, patting Marowak's head, who agreed with him.
My heart twisted as he shot his arrow through me with too much kindness than I deserved. Grandpa and I are so close, but sometimes I take him for granted in ways that would kill onlookers from depression. It's not like I try to! Yet I do it anyway, without much thought. Curse myself for being so absent-minded sometimes.

"Grandpa!" I whined, "I didn't mean it like that."

He chuckled lightly, "I know. Now you better get going, or you'll be late for dinner."

I sigh and hug him again, I get to see him so rarely nowadays, due to the fact grandpa and dad weren't on speaking terms, but when I do see him, its for a brief moment. At least that's what each hour visits feel like.

Bidding by to grandpa and Marowak, I rush out the door to my bike. I stayed later than I should have this time around, but could dad really blame me for it? I guess he could, but I'd still go to see him.

My mind wanders away from me as I rode down the dust path to the forest up ahead. I tend to do a lot of thinking when I ride my little yellow bike, its rather relaxing. Yet most of the time I get lost if I'm not paying enough attention. Letting out a yawn, I slow down till I come to a stop.

By now I have reached the half way point in the forest, and the sun was slowly sinking to the ground. I'm late. I groan loudly, "Dad is gonna kill meeee!" Pressing the heel of my hand to my forehead, I tip my head.
At least I was in the forest. For as long as I could remember, I loved coming to the forest and exploring, attempting to find all kinds of the wild Pokémon and draw them in my notebook. Granted, mom has said she always took me to the forest when she was pregnant. So she blamed herself for my love of nature.
A song started to play in my head, one mom sang to me all the time when I would get scared of something. She calls it the Forest Spirit.
It's such a pretty, soft tune, usually played with a flute or ocarina. I think it's a lullaby of some kind, but mom never told me who she learned it from.
As I walk my bike, I hum the tune softly, eyes half lidded as I blindly walk, not exactly paying attention as to where I was going. I didn't really care, if I was to be honest. The forest... I always seem to feel so calm and happy when I'm here, even when things aren't going my way. It was strange, my mom always said, that a young child like me (but I'm not a child, I'm 12 years of age now! Practically a grown up trainer without Pokemon) would be so addicted to the forest. It was unnatural, but hey, she did the same thing when she was young too.
"Moriko...." A soft, gentle voice called out from the trees. "Moriko, please come to me child."
I glanced around, completely taken by surprise from hearing my name "W-who's there!?" I don't usually get scared this easily- oh who am I kidding? Of course I'm scared!
"Do not fear, young one... please... come..."
The voice faded away in an echo, the wind picking up. The leaves that had fallen off the trees from autumn soaked away with the breeze, spiraling and dancing... Beaconing me to join. I obey their call, leaving my bike by the dirt road, I skip after the forests children, giggling softly.
"I'm coming, don't leave just yet!" I call out to the odd voice I had heard.
What sounded like a lovely melody in the wind began to fill my ears as I ran. I listened to the forest children, trying to make out what was said.

Young forest spirit, young forest spirit
Awaken tonight, awaken child
Hear our plea

The voices faded in and out of each other, all young and gentle. It was strangely calming... and... I loved it. Almost as if in a trance, I slow to a walk, finding myself in front of the heart of the forest. The elder oak tree.
The elder oak tree was said to be the oldest and biggest of any tree in our world. The long limbs reached out, covering her younger brethren from the light Rain that began to fall.

Spirit dweller, Spirit dweller
The one who sees,
Save us, save us
The last of thee

The voices faded as did my vision. The last thing I see is the ground rushing at me, before darkness greeted me.