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Written By: Shadowwolf
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Why... why would most creatures of this realm rely on violence to resolve the world's problems? From what I had seen, something sinister should befall the world... I feared it, the ultimate destruction of the land. I dreaded that day... the ultimate demise of sentient life. The end is nigh.
And there I was, a world cleared of the presence of humans but torn apart by the madness of the local Pokémon; a region that was previously tranquil, but had plunged into devastation. From across the lands, Pokémon had been mysteriously undergoing a transformation. This strange new turn in evolution seemed to be caused by an ominous force known as Shadow Energy. This strange phenomenon gave rise to Shadow Alakazam, who commanded an entire swarm of Shadow Pokémon in which his goal was to assimilate the world into darkness. He was once a wise and peaceful psi, but no more. Of all the characters I came across, why was it him who transformed? Could it be a hidden personal ambition? To make things worse, a legion of proud Dragon Pokémon, calling themselves the Blackclaw Dragoons, opposed his rule but they would not do so for benevolent reasons. Their desires were to seize ALL territory and control the residents to do their bidding. Why had these creatures been insisting on unwanted carnage, when there was already so much grief?
Those who survived and escaped the darkness were the Peacekeepers. As a response to the upcoming war, they formed an army of valiant Pokémon who were willing to give their lives to protect their homelands and families. The Sol Council controlled the decisions of the Peacekeepers... however, they blamed me; for it was I who represented misfortune and disaster to all; for I was an Absol, unloved by all and scorned from battle. I was dubbed as the Oracle of Disaster, the Dark Angel of the Apocalypse. I wished to fight for the sake of ending the conflict, but they saw me as bad luck to their cause. And so, I had been wandering across the unknown, searching for a niche in this ashen world. No longer should I rely on the aid of others for my own goals.
Each day grew darker. The forces of nature were brought into a chaotic state, due to the rise of Shadow Pokémon and so the weather became another powerful enemy. Somewhere in this land, a storm was tearing away the flesh of the innocent. Rain shot down like blades, the winds ripped away the earth, the thunder's force was tremendous enough to even make the electric Pokémon shudder in fright. Close by, a blizzard should have struck. I had pitied the foolish souls that dared to venture through it, for none should escape the retribution of the dark ones. And likewise, I had pitied the Dragoons martyring themselves against the Shadow Pokémon in the name of their so-called pride. Destructive and weak-minded they were, in the sense that they were wasting the natural resources they burned, and suffocating their own race. Why should it end like this, because someone had the audacity to imbalance the natural state?
The way to salvation is sealed away. The sun's light had failed its duty to repel the darkness, moonlight vanished in the fog of war; the seas raged, their wrath unbound... the balance of Order and Chaos was faltering... something was amiss. There was another force causing this, there must be. I must destroy it... I must find it... I must... kill it... unveil yourself, demon! I must find it... even if my own end was nigh.