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The Dark Type	By : Manifest Destiny Category: Pokemon > General Views: 36309 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 17
What Blue Eyes See #3
Being Me
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Tick-tock goes the clock. Or so the song goes, anyway.
Being me, I never had a chance—or any desire for that matter—to really understand what that meant. I guess it’s a human thing; recording time and history. That’s what a clock does. Thought up and made by humans, it measures time as it passes by. For me, that never really mattered. I could stay in one place for as long as I wanted, usually until it bored me. Being me, I was blessed at birth with an ageless life and a free pass through all of time. Lord Dialga saw fit to let me wander freely in his domain, under some kind of wisdom that I assume he would call “Above you” if anyone but his brothers asked. I was one of only two beings in the universe who didn’t worry about where I had to be because I could change when I was.
Being me, I loved it.
If I were to tell you of all the things I’ve seen, you would probably die of old age. I’ve been everywhere and almost everywhen. Some points in time are too chaotic for me to be; mostly the points before time started. Not even the Time Lord can venture to when he didn’t even exist yet. The end of time also feels out of reach for me. Can’t exactly swim without water, right? The fun one can have with time travel is without words. Seeing the runt of the litter become the leader of the pride. Empires changing rule when I last appeared to them. Courageous humans and their Pokémon companions being written into the chronicle of ages for their actions, when just five minutes ago I was watching as the event unfolded.
Whenever I found myself in a time period that had libraries, I grew ecstatic. Internet is faster, but I prefer books; less passwords to deal with. Humans love to brag. Libraries are some of the biggest halls of fame ever conceived. I would sneak around the shelves and aisles looking for anything in the tomes of the time that might interest me. They’re quick to write down wars, I’ve noticed. Who started it, who won, and how badly the others lost. I love finding and reading up on interesting events I missed since my last appearance. If I was lucky, I would get to go back and watch. I never have been, though. Lucky, that is.
Being me, and what I am, my plans for my own future never come about the way I like. I can see the past and future around me like how you could read the words printed in a book. But I can’t see my own future. Tomorrow is just a mystery for me as it would be to anyone else. I may have been given a great gift, but it always angered me. Going forward or falling backwards in time is easy to control. Time flows around me like sand. Where you are is “now”. The sand around you in any given moment is your “present”. If I want to go backwards, I follow along the current faster than it moves, arriving before time can get there to make it the “present”. To head toward the future, all I have to do is go ahead of where the little grains of moments are coming from, arriving ahead of schedule.
The annoying thing about what I can do is that I can’t ever manage to land exactly when I want. It’s infuriating sometimes. I can sense time as well as the Time Lord can. That rock over there fell from that mountain, and will not move for another fifty-three years. That’s easy stuff. But if I pick a point ahead of me and slip into the time-stream, I may end up sixteen seconds before it or end up a hundred years after it had past! I can never get the pattern down. I never find out what it is I’m missing.
Being me, that shouldn’t bother me. But it does.
It used to bother me a lot less. Whenever it happened, I was sometimes lucky enough that I could wait it out and I would get to when I wanted to be. Other times, it would just mean a month stuck in a time period I didn’t choose before I could slip again. I usually found something to like whenever I landed, but still, it was annoying.
It’s been almost five years since my last timeslip. Five. Years. No one else but me could possibly dread the consecutive passing of one thousand, eight hundred, and twenty-six days as much as I do. All that will change is another anniversary—ugh, why did humans come up with that term?—of my great failure will have passed. You can’t take someone who lived like I did, witnessing entire ages sift past, and force them to watch Monday become Tuesday for years at a time. You just can’t!
But I did. I did this to myself. I could leave right now if I wanted. And I do. I do so badly. You have no idea how it was after my first month after we landed. I just wanted to run away from it. From him. But how could I live with myself if I did? I’m stuck here in a constant war between boredom and guilt. I can’t deal with the standard progression of time, but I can’t do anything to get myself out of here.
For the first year all I really did was wander around. Being me, I should have been used to that kind of lifestyle. But not like this. After I… lost track of him… I didn’t have anywhere to go. Sometimes I would just detach myself from the world around me and just drift. I’d lose months at a time. They still happen sometimes… I got to be more careful.
Everything changed for me when I found him again.
I can’t say I’m sure what I would have done if things went differently. I guess I saw him, and saw an end to my guilt, end to my boring prison. Maybe that’s something I did to push him away. I saw him, and I was happy. I smiled. I asked him a question I really shouldn’t have.
He yelled at me. Louder than he did when we landed in this time. He threatened to kill me. He wished for it all to end. He wanted to die. I knew he wouldn’t—at least not for a while—but the words were sincere. And that must have shaken some sense back into me.
In that short conversation, I saw his future. It was blurry, as could be expected from a chronologically-displaced person, but I saw a few things that gave me hope. I saw people, heard names, and watched events unfold.
Then, I made a plan.
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Oh no!
Oh no…. no no no…
I let it happen again.
Dammit all
When is it? What is today?
Okay… It’s April now. Funny things, month names. That’s at least one thing humans made up that I enjoy. It helps to remember things if you can associate names to them.
Now… April…
Oh no…
No!
It’s already happening! He’ll die if I don’t do something. He’s my main link back to Coralis! He can’t die yet!
Where is he now?
Oh.
The Ruins.
Perfect.
I’m sure The Alpha won’t mind if I borrow the place for a bit. He’s tied up anyway. Old fool.
I think it’s about time I check up on my unwitting helper now anyway. His future’s changing today, after all.
I used to love new futures.
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To Be Continued…
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