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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 12:32 pm
Moonlight's wardenBy: Shiguya Retomasi Catagory: Pokemon Status: Incomplete Rated: M for violence, mild language Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon Summary: They say time heals all wounds. That given a chance, even the most painful things can be worked through. Tell that to someone who owes his very existence to a group only looking to create a weapon.
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 12:34 pm
As it is, I've come to the decision (though that will probbly change down the road... again) to keep this one between friends. Still, I'm debating growing up and just posting it on ff.net, though that remains to be seen.
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 12:35 pm
The hollow boom of a clock tower echoed through the still night, piercing the silence with its commanding chime. 8… 9… 10… 11… 12. Midnight; such a strange time. Some call it the darkest hour, when only things of evil roam the streets. Others say it is a time of transition; sun and moon exchanging control in a celestial ballet… but, for me it is a time to roam. Unlike others, who live under the light of day, I do not. By the pale rays of moonlight I walk this earth, a shadow of another… Mew. But, am I really destined to just be a shadow, to walk only in the moonlight while so many others can experience the sun? Is it my fate to be denied that which those born into this world have?
A gentle breeze swept across my body, carrying with it the delicate fragrance of Pecha blossoms. It brought a deep longing back, a hidden desire to experience the things that others take for granted on a daily basis. Why, that is all I want to know; why am I denied even the simplest of joys just because of the circumstances behind my own birth?
I guess it would be wise to properly introduce myself, seeing as by now you must know my name. I am Mewtwo, the product of a madman funded by the corrupt group of humans calling themselves 'Team Rocket'. That is one chapter of my life that I am not proud of, but I cannot deny it.
They created me as a weapon; a living engine of destruction to be used by their power hungry leader: Giovanni. He used me: tried to bend my will to his own on two occasions; nearly ending my life the second time. I hated humans, and those Pokèmon who would serve them. But, as fate would have it my views were changed by one selfless act.
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