In Arceus We Trust.

You find it everywhere in this country. His face on every arci bill, our national currency, ringed by the words.

Statues of him stand tall at each corner of his holy temple, with the phrase inscribed around the base of each.

Every border crossing in Arceustan has it blazoned overhead.

And he knows what you're thinking (or so he says), and people are afraid to think differently, much more to speak out.

And that's how my life has always been.

What...? You thought I was just a disembodied, third person narrator?

Nah bro.

My name is Milwaukee Escanaba Tojo (if you think its a weird name, then screw you), and this is my written account of my lived events.

I'm a Braixen. I'm five foot, six inches tall, and I never intend to evolve. Why's that? Well...

If you know Braixens, you'll know our average height is about three feet tall. The average height of a Delphox is five feet tall. If I evolve, I'm either gonna grow two feet, or grow by 67 percent, meaning either way you slice it, I'd be freakishly tall compared to others of my species.

I do not wish to be freakishly tall compared to others of my species. In fact, I do not wish to be taller than anyone, except really small Pokemon perhaps.

But that's a tangent. I was being really serious and all with that intro, but I kinda blew it, huh? Well... I don't wanna go back and erase, so you'll just have to deal with this botched beginning, I guess.

But if you remember what I was talking about at the beginning, you'll notice that Arceus is very, very present in every part of our lives. Which should make sense, right? I mean, he created everything, and he united the warring nations that existed all over the planet before he stepped in, so it makes sense that we'd worship him in everything.

But... it just feels weird... as I walk down the street, seeing the same person over and over, its just weird. I mean, yeah, Arceus did invent marble, and iron, and wood, but he didn't build the statues. He didn't build the skyscrapers. He didn't even build the holy temple he lives in. It doesn't seem fair that he gets the only credit.

But who knows? Maybe that's just crazy talk.

I don't have far to walk. I work at a coffee shop just around the corner from the apartment, where I live with my Aunt Mackenzie. The holy temple is just half a mile away.

I don't know why Arceus chose to live in this city. Its a random choice, to say the least. Its a sad city, in a sad state, pretty much smack-dab in the middle of a region of sadness. 

I hop into the apartment building, and run up the stairs to the top floor. It's not so bad, only five stories. I carefully put my key in the lock, and turn it carefully, carefully, trying not to make a sound.

*click!*

*creeeeeak...*

So much for silence.

I (and everyone else downstairs) hear Aunt Mackenzie's heavy pawsteps galloping through the apartment as she comes to greet me. I enter the apartment, and brace myself.

*WHAM!*

She slams into me, delivering a bone-crushing, yet downy-soft hug like only an Arcanine can do.

"Where have you BEEN?! Your shift ended half an hour ago?!"

"I walked slowly, I guess..."

"But without you I was so booooored!!"

"Sorry Auntie..."

Sometimes I wonder who's taking care of who. I make the money, I pay the rent, but I'm technically in her care. But I love her anyway, because she's awesome.

"So! How was work?"

"It was fine. Not too busy today."

"Ah. So you're not tired right?"

"I mean, I'm a little tired..."

"Not too tired for yakisoba, are you?"

My ears perk up. Its never a bad time for yakisoba. She grins at me, and we run to the kitchen to eat.