Chapter 28/Prologue 2
A Moment Lost in Time
Then he was gone.
I gasped for air and tried to reach for my fallen pokeball, but had lost control of my arms. Blood was still gushing out of me and all I could do was fight to keep my eyes open. I looked up and at last, I was able to appreciate the true grace and beauty of my location and of the moon.
A bird came down from the moon.
I coughed uncontrollably and my body shook.
The bird landed in the clearing, it was enormous, its huge body easily filling up the space between heaven and land. It gazed pensively down at me and gave a single quiet 'kaw'. The sound conveyed something like grieving, lamenting.
It wasn't your time.
That's what the bird said. It didn't open its long beak or anything but I could understand it just fine all the same.
Not your time.
I was near death. My breathing now dangerously thin. My eyes scraping against their sockets to look at the bird.
Will help you. Your friends will.
The bird wasn't making any sense. I couldn't even understand it anymore. In fact, I couldn't understand anything at all. My eyes rolled unconsciously towards the moon, high in the sky and stopped there. My breathing ceased, I was dead.
Fire fanned out from the bird's beak. It bathed everything in bright searing red and orange. Instead of burning, the plants responded vibrantly, they suddenly turned verdant green as burning fire flooded into them.
But I was a little different. I was already dead. The bird's fire flooded into my body but my soul had already departed that shell. The fire encompassed my departed soul and formed a new body for it. One that suited my true nature more easily.
The bird took off into the dark sky. Into that starry night. Toward that great white moon.
A teardrop in the sky.
The great bird was disappointed. It couldn't transform me into Entei yet. I wouldn't know until later, but I would need my friends for that. Friendship is one hell of a thing after all.
Giovanni never realized it but that power he was so into finding was dearly connected deeply to that term— to 'friendship.' Of course he would probably scoff at that thought, but nonetheless: it is, and always will be.
Yes, I needed my friends. They needed me too. And we didn't even know it. Was it fate that we complemented each other so easily? Was it fate that all three of us were chosen by that bird to become its dogs? What is fate? Can it be changed the same way we changed time? Were we fated to change time? Or did we go against fate itself to change time and alter the timeline?
Two hundred years in the future, Celebi would gather us (now as beasts, we had since died as humans and been reborn) and bring us to the past so we could battle Mewtwo. Or rather so we could distract Mewtwo while our alternate past selves traveled to the night I died and altered the time line.
Isn't that strange? Why couldn't Celebi directly take us to that night, why did we have to fight Mewtwo while our past selves saved me?
How did Celebi even know? It's a time-traveller, so is it doing it even now? Going back into time and guiding us into the past so that this moment can remain the way it is now?
I don't know the answer, to any of those questions, but it probably relates back to fate. The moment was just structured like that.
This is the destiny we selected, after all.
I was running through fields, forests, caves, deserts, mountains, and sometimes even through towns and over oceans. It felt great to run, and I was amazingly fast. I covered mile after mile and I wasn't alone either. I had two great friends who always ran with me. I couldn't get a good look at them but one was characterized by yellow and the other by blue. Together, the of us friends visited many lands, made many friends, and became legends.