A gentle piano played, note by note, an orchestra slowly hissing in as a single voice hummed.

I soon became aware of my own breaths and the crick in my neck. Attentive enough to notice how cold and wet my skin felt, trembled of the cold overcoming me. Back to knowing everything.

"I've seen the world,

done it all,

had my cake now."

A light voice sung like air while an angel's cord hummed in for a single breath. I couldn't find the strength to open my eyes. Only pull them for brief moments, capturing single blurred images. I was somewhere familiar. And my head was killing me. There were many other people. A girl sat with a curious face towards a glowing light. The light from a screen. The sound came from there too, a beautiful sound which furthered my headache. The words only picking through my mind as I struggled to give sign of my life. "M-M-M-M," my lips were refusing to unpress themselves from one another.

"She's awake!" a voice cried, its assurance giving me strength to keep fighting my eyes open. Faces of people moving like screen shots closer and closer to me. A boy with ginger spiked hair and caramel eyes rushing over with mouth agape.

"Leaf!" the trainer cried, his honey voice dripping with a past fear.

"When you and I were forever wild,

the crazy days,

city lights,

the way you'd play with me like a child"

The air in my lungs trembled to come and go, my lips numb as I forced a stutter, "B-Blue?"

"Will you still love me,

when I'm no longer Young and Beautiful?"

His arms engulfing me as the accompaniment chimed with a low bell of a church. Many more arms suddenly wrapping around and feeding me their heat. Voices upon voices ringing out. I didn't think I even knew these people.

"You saved Copycat!"

"You're a hero!"

"Thank Arceus you're alive!"

"I swore you were dead. You had no pulse---"

"Stop being a negative Nancy, Aster!"

"Will you still love me,

when I've got nothing but my aching soul?"

I was soon fully conscious and could keep my eyes open to record the scene. The box soon came to my attention as my laptop being opened, iTunes playing. My words still choking in the back of my throat, all I could do was point helplessly and furrow my eyebrows together.

"Hehe!" A green haired child giggled, winking her silver eye to me. "Copycat thought playing Big Sis's favorite music would wake her up. Big sis was sleeping for a long time, for a long time. This is Young and Beautiful by Layna Deel Ree."

I coughed out a snort of amusement as the crowd lifted from around me. "Lana Del Rey. And, Eos, please don't run off from your parents again," I actually didn't like the singer too much, but the song was from the 2013 movie rendition of The Great Gatsby. It was a beautiful song and the story itself was wonderfully heartbreaking. As the main character Nick was almost impossible to remember, because he was just there. But he was there. For Gatsby until the bitter end where betrayal had cut the line.

Nick never spoke about his opinion. Very reserved. But he was there for Gatsby even when everyone else left. To tell the story without spoiling it, the story was a love triangle where everyone was fool and the narrator was simply part of the drama. He was the only one I liked because he knew it was going to end badly, but never once faltered at being a friend to someone lost in the past. The entire book referenced a billboard in Ash Valley, eyes of God watching over all the time. That was how I saw Nick Carraway. He was the eyes of God.

Daisy Buchanan played with the boys, her heart torn between a past and present love. I hated her. She just played and played and played even when it was obvious that many were going to be hurt. I almost think she was doing it to hurt her husband.

Her husband, Tom Buchanan was just as horrid. He played with other women and his wife knew about it, and he blamed his woes on others. I really didn't ever believe he loved Daisy, but he claimed it when hell was starting to break loose.

Jay Gatsby. The man I pitied the most. His mind like a child's. Wanting to go back to the past and relive it. He never understood that no matter how hard he tried, you can't repeat the past. He hid for so long, hoping Daisy would find him and they would live a happily ever after. I hated Gatsby for seeing that, and pitied him for he truly did love her.

But that ending, it lead there at every point, yet I refused myself to see it until the words were set in stone. It was undeserved, to sum it up.

Alright, I am obviously not a Nick Carraway in keeping my opinions reserved and have gotten carried away. But, I did suddenly analyze the story line to wake up my brain which was clouded with cobwebs.

"Oh that grace, oh that body,

Oh that face makes me wanna party."

People all around the run down room were smiling to me with relief in their eyes. My heart swelled, soaring to new highs as people I didn't even know cared about the fact I was breathing. Blue's cocky face formed into an endearing worry pricking roses into my cheeks. Though, one had to wonder. "How did I get here? I was in the storm, pushing Eos away from a falling home when it all went black." I started to cough violently, saying more words that I should have.

Blue tried ushering me to lay down, "You're still pretty beat up. You need rest, Leaf."

A young girl, around Eos' age curled up with a snickering grin pulling at her lips as her big eyes blinked at me with fascination. "A boy ran after you only a few moments after you left. The rest of us just stood around and gawked. Eos came back soon after. And then the boy entered covered in bruises and scratches carrying you like a princess."

"It was Big Bro! It was Big Bro!" Eos cried out with uncontrolled giggles.

"He's my sun,

he makes me shine like a diamond"

Like clouds had invaded my throat, my words were fogged with a new sort of grace, "Red?" the crowd almost turned obsolete as my heart panicked, throbbing like a beaten drum. "Where is he? Is he okay?" still in poor shape, a storm of coughs crawled up my lungs as I swung my head around the room. Pain in each of my movements.

"Will you still love me,

when I'm no longer young and beautiful?"

The young child whose avocado hair held droplets of rain nodded airily, Eos' silver gaze snaking over to where Red laid. He was only a few feet away, soaked to the bone in water while his paper skin was covered in blackened marks and fresh scratches.

"Will you still love me,

when I've got nothing but my aching soul?"

I pulled my own battered body across the dust encrusted floors beside his. Red's slumbering face just as it was every time I had seen it, his lips drawing open to shape the smallest 'o' to breath. Tenderly, I brushed his moist locks from his face to see his relaxed eyes closed restfully.

"I know you will. I know you will.

I know that you will."

At the slightest sense of change, his rufescent eyes trailed open, giving the room a flame of new light.

"Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?"

"Hey..." I breathed to him, my throbbing head slightly subsiding. The trainer didn't stir, just stared up at me before a ghostly smile sketched into his expression. His fire bringing heat to my face, starting a war within me.

"Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?"

Blue placed a hand behind me, shocking me with a power all his own. I turned carefully to see his face. The war only raging further, how did I fall in so far with these two?

"After a bit of asking around, the locals to the Sevii Island chain informed me that on the seventh island of Quest there are old abandon ruins inscribed with ancient writings. The older ones said around a decade ago a research team had taken up exploration in the Tanoby Ruins there."

My face fell as I subconsciously reached to my bag and pulled out a burnt research log. My fingers flipping to the first entry. Tanoby ruins, right there, "Mew..." I hushed in a bittersweet melody. I knew in my heart the end was coming, my chest turning the lock to keep the wild feelings down. It was all coming to an end. All of it.

"Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?" The music grew quiet, skidding on itself to kick in a new song. Though I pulled myself over to shut the screen down, leaving the rest of the refugees to scuttle about their own business as the typhoon outside raged for its last stand.

"Yeah." Blue said, giving a smirk as if he believed this was the best thing he was doing for me. "Now I am getting tired of waiting. Once you and Red are all rested up and this storm is passed, we will take the break before the repeat to fly over to Quest Island."

I only could nod my head to him, leaning back against the shelter's rustic walls beside Red. My eyes following each person before I uttered, "Thanks, Red. For saving me." The aura of soundlessness engulfed the two of us, leaving me to simply track Blue with a heavy heart.

"No problem." A hand slipped its way over to me and intertwined its fingers with mine, gently squeezing tenderly with his soft palms. It felt like a perfect fit as his heat spread up my wrist. My thumb brushed the top of his hand as I squeezed back, my mind begging to drift back to sleep.

And so I did, still holding onto one of the two people who resided in my heart.

It was the last chance I had I would later find out.

It was a light breeze and the essence of sea water that brought me from a dream world of flashes which I could no longer recall. I was greeted with the great vision of the churning sea racing below me, cinnamon feathers tickling my skin and a strong arm holding my around the torso. I must have let out a small groan because the next greeting I had was, "Hey! Good morning sleeping beauty!"

My skin crawled, sending shocks up my spine as I jolted up. "B-Blue! Why am I on your Pidgeot?" I squeaked, feeling the speed drowning me.

"Because you wouldn't wake up back on Fortune Island," his tone hissed with some sort of anger. "So I picked you up and we are now riding to Quest Island. Red is on Charizard over there." On instinct, my head swung over to the left.

The laconic boy was pressed up against the slender neck of his persimmon starter. The fire dragon extending its muscle-wound wings to glide on the trade winds, the water just a foot below broke apart from the sheer pressure of Charizard's swiftness. Red looked from his focus over to Blue and I, giving a curt wave before resuming his original detatchness.

I was quiet for a moment, observing how the sun of the clear day glazed over Red and his partner like heavens light, "... This is Pokemon Red. Charizard don't know the move Fly."

"Just because they can't learn the move Fly," Blue spoke with an air of superiority, "doesn't mean they don't know how to."

Once we had arrived on the Island, our party took no delay in searching though the island. Out of caution, I let out Vulpix as the wild pokemon came at us violently. Something had been agitating them. All attempting to abscond us from entering the rundown caves which bordered a jungle like terrain. Though, once we entered the maze of chambers, no pokemon dared to enter our area.

We explored a total of six island caves, my muscles screaming in pain for most of the exploration. Each cave had mini mazes of grey stone walls covered in thick layers of dust and ancient plants snaking between the bricks. On walls I could occasionally find an ancient language sketched in, untouched by weathering. Though they seemed burnt by the salty waters residing below.

When we arrived to the seventh island cave, I held Vulpix in my arms, her mahogany fur starting to finally grow over her old scars of the past. Still, the gash on her ear, parting in a V would forever stay.

The sun was beginning to make its decent for the day, peeking over a pyramid of the seventh ruin. The rusted stone steps climbing up to a still standing entryway, my breath heaved heavily to keep my sore limbs moving. We held silence making our way up. I scouted out the carvings which were inscribed on each brick, images telling a story of birth. The story of the first god. The creator of pokemon. The story of humanities beginning roots. How humans hunted the pokemon, only halted by a creator.

Some could say it was respected, but truly, it seemed feared in those drawings.

A voice began speaking to me and me alone. The unmistakable grasp of psychic powers clung to me. Though, unlike Mewtwo's, this predominance felt versed and serene, "You are right. The creator of pokemon hated humans for a time. All they did was hurt the ones around them and the world. Humans were the ugliest and most horrid creatures to roam Pokearth. One could have inquired why they even came to exist if they just were an unassailable parasite."

I listened, running my fingers though Vulpix's sleek fur. Really, at this point, I had nothing to fear from this voice.

"The creator of pokemon, though, did not attack humans unprovoked. She shielded the weak and defended them. Her power terrifying the mundane creatures called humans. Her utter disgust with them sparked war." The speaker hesitated, whether recalling the tale, or recalling painful memories. "She battled continuously, day and night, with no rest. It took a great toll on the creator of pokemon. She weakly flew here, to Quest Island to hide. To heal."

I pondered to myself about how close it seemed to Mewtwo.

"But she was found. Like an injured beast, the creator of pokemon was weak but most fierce. And scared. Yet, her opponent was a mere child. How could a defender of the weak, attack one of the weakest? The child... Took care of the creator of pokemon. The child gave the creator of pokemon a place to call home in the jungle palace of her people," the voice grew airy, bethinking a better time. "They treated her as a god. Well loved by the people. And she in turn fell in love with humans. They were beautiful and loving if ever looked at hard enough. Even the coldest person could hold a brilliant fire. The creator of pokemon was there so long, she had forgotten she was a god. One who was supposed to be protecting... So she was punished."

It was as if I could imagine it, an empathetic link growing as I felt the sways of emotions that the speaker was experiencing. The fear. The surprise. The belonging. And then the great sorrow that ensued. Yet, I did not believe the voice was bestowing these emotions to me. I just knew.

"Arceus, the creator of all. He reminded the Creator of pokemon her place... Destroying her home." The voice seemed on the verge of tears, the pokemon in my arms brushing her muzzle into my arm. "He sent great oceans to flood the jungle. It drown so many of the people. Her home almost completely destroyed. But--- it was never supposed to be her home."

My arms fell in closer to the fox in my arms. The pokemon sensed my feelings and began to playfully bat her paw against my hair. Looking down at Vulpix, she gave me a cat-like smile with her endearing eyes glittering. I smiled back, returning my stare ahead. Red and Blue waiting on each side of the entrance to the final chamber of the pyramid. The two of them giving me their signature faces.

As we entered, the room was shaped like a large key. All the walls drawn upon with the ancient writing on the dark crumbling stone. A boulder of broken roofing here and there. "Once she left, the creator of pokemon became a Mirage. She feared to make contact with humans again. She feared to fall in love once more. She was in the programming, but was never meant to be found. The creator of pokemon transformed into others to hide, hoping humans would ignore her. Yet, some humans she could never resist to not play with them. For they reminded the mirage of the child who found her injured those hundreds of years ago."

"Wow..." Blue hushed, awestruck by the ruins. But my eyes were glued to an ancient carving of the hailed god. It was poorly done, yet for being drawn in stone, was well. The drawing was box like and faded. Vines of a dark evergreen shade falling in the way from the open ceiling. Just below the one of the Pokemon creator was one of a child, reaching up joyfully.

"Yet somehow, the creator of pokemon was found. She was beaten by a new rising enemy. And a child found her injured and hidden in another form. The creator of pokemon feared this girl, for she knew the girl was a danger to her own existence. But, the girl was kinder than the child had given herself credit for. That anyone had given the girl credit for. She took the creator of pokemon in with open arms, even though the Mirage was disguised as something so weak. Then over time, the creator of pokemon and the girl became friends. And the creator of pokemon once again fell in love with all that are human."

The Vulpix in my arms began to struggle before leaping from my grasp, causing my arms to collapse in on themselves. "Vulpix!" I called out, though I already knew that was not her true name. The fire fox ignored my note and trotted over to the far wall where the old drawing resided. She stood on her back paws, pressing her front ones into the etching of the child as her six tails flicked about.

"I'm home," the voice spoke aloud to the entire room, snapping Blue and Red's attentions.

A gorgeous light indescribable with words but blinding to the eye swallowed up my final team member.

Once it died down, a fire-type no longer stood.

This one was cat-like. Her long back feet angled downward so that her toes could skim the ruin's floor. Hot pink soles of the creature's foot standing out. The rest was a small mauve body with a long tail coiling up in the air. The creature had small kitty shapes ears, one run though with a scar but didn't take out the flesh. A single paw rested on the drawn child's face. It gradually slipped down as the pokemon turned to face us.

Her eyes like the wings of a Morpho butterfly crimped with a heartache as her muzzled mouth pulled into a simper.

"Welcome, my friends."