Bang, bang, bang! I heard three gunshots. I thought it was just some humans shooting at some targets but I was wrong. I heard a whooshing noise and then a thud/crashing. I cocked my head slightly and floated next to the bush I was picking berries off. I was going to make some of my Oran berry pie that I make once a month. However, I chose not to pick the berries, I chose to figure out what made that noise…
I slinked into the shadows and remerged from where the sound had come from…
I was in shock. She was a Cresselia. I thought she was dead until she looked at me and shuddered. She shuddered because I was a Darkrai. "I mean you no harm," said I softly. "I am not a normal Darkrai. What people say about Darkrai is wrong. I do not cause nightmares nor do I want to. I have no intention on harming anything, really. I respect humans and Pokémon alike. Cresselia isn't any different.
"I've overheard human's Pokedexes saying: 'Folklore has it that on moonless nights, this Pokémon will make people see horrificnightmares,' or 'It chases people and Pokémon from its territory by causing them to experience deep, nightmarish slumbers.' I've also heard 'It can lull people to sleep and make them dream. It is active during nights of the new moon'. I believe these statements are bullshit. They don't even describe me."
The Cresselia nodded slightly and fell asleep. "I see…," she said happily. "However, I'm very sick… I could use some help… will you help me?" She was just a little one, so I decided to pick her up and carry her.
"Yes…," I nodded. "I don't want to hurt you. I have no reason to…," I sighed. The small swan fell asleep in my arms. I caressed her as I floated back to my tree in the woods.
My tree was interesting. Before I became a good Darkrai, I used to go in people's houses. They had some interesting things like fireplaces, couches, beds, sinks, bathtubs, etc. Therefore, I decided to decorate my tree the same kind of way. I had found some old furniture at an abandoned junkyard that no one seemed to care about. I even found some old books lying around the junkyard, too. I learnt how to read and speak English. I read about how to fix pipes, build things, reupholster furniture, reseal wood, tile floors, build fireplaces, etc. I wanted to be able to help people, but I knew wouldn't be able to… they'd be scared of me.
I sighed and laid the little yellow, pink and blue swan on my bed. I looked at her body, realised that she had been shot, and somewhere inside were the bullets that brought her down. I palpated her kidneys to make sure she was all right or not. They were fine, meaning that she hadn't succumbed to lead poisoning, yet. Besides, I only found two bullet wounds.
I saw that the sun was coming up and I floated over to one of my couches and fell asleep. Some say Darkrai don't sleep, well, they're wrong. I sleep during the day, to save energy. Dark types like me usually don't care too much for the sun, but sometimes I float around during the day to soak up some sun. It feels good and it's a good source of vitamin C.
However, I couldn't sleep. I was worried about that Cresselia. She was sick and possibly dying. She opened her eyes and looked around my house. There was something different about her – her eyes seemed to be a dark blue, like the night sky just before the sun goes down. Her eyes sparkled when she looked at me. She didn't see me as a monster, but more like a friend. There was going to be a full Moon tonight, so I could see why she would be so active. She hummed a beautiful, ancient melody to herself.
I had no idea what it was, but I knew it was the Cresselia's song. They sing it before they die.
"– NO! You aren't going to die on me!" I paused. "Please… you're not going to die, you may think you are, but I don't think you are. Just singing that will attract other Cresselia and you know how they hate my species."
"S-sorry…," she stopped and closed her blue eyes. She wasn't shiny, so I wasn't sure why her eyes were bluish. I didn't feel like asking, as I don't know her well enough.
I slinked back into my couch and fell asleep.
A/N: Tell me if you like it or not.