Dancing the line of Memory.
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Category:
Pokemon › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,347
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Pokemon and make no money from this story.
Dancing the line of Memory.
Even if I said I was sorry, nothing could undo this mistake. It’s far too much to expect anyone to forgive, human or Pokemon.
I wanted to create a perfect world, a world free of pain and torment. In doing so, I also took away hope and adventure, and now I see the error of my ways. This team is disbanded, Team Crystal will never exist again- not under my rule. I’ve done what so many want to do, I’ve changed the world, and I now wish I had never tried to do such a thing. I was the most Powerful Pokemon Trainer on Earth. I’ve captured each Legendary Pokemon, and even created Pokemon have rested inside of my Poke’balls.
It is through those Pokemon, that I’ll make this one wish.
I wish I had never become what I did, never did all I did..
And so I, and my organization’s efforts are forgotten. Team Crystal... It was an organization that took over the entire world, that saved the world from itself, but in that same instant, did so much damage. I was the leader, with some of the worlds most Powerful Pokemon at my side... and now all I want is to start over.
Hopefully, we have retained every bit of information about us, Team Crystal, and destroyed it. I am not real, not anymore. There never was an Ivysaur who could take on Suicune. There never was a Blastoise who could blast through steel doors. There never was a Raichu who could dig a whole underground city. There never was a Kadabra capable of toeing the line with Mew. There never was a Pidgeot who could fly to the moon. There was never any of them, and there was never someone like me. Someone who wanted to help, but all they did was hurt.
.... Never...
— Jaliso Stone, Leader, Founder, and Owner of the Disbanded Team Crystal.
The Journal entry seemed so strange, so utterly absurd, yet at the same time the Professor couldn’t help himself as he pocketed the entire book of odd writings. Writings of a world where one person... had completely taken over and ruled with an iron fist.
Perhaps it was just the mind of a lunatic, or maybe... just maybe... He’d found the truth. Why the world had no memory of five, blissful years...
From the beginning, this... is her Story.
I wanted to create a perfect world, a world free of pain and torment. In doing so, I also took away hope and adventure, and now I see the error of my ways. This team is disbanded, Team Crystal will never exist again- not under my rule. I’ve done what so many want to do, I’ve changed the world, and I now wish I had never tried to do such a thing. I was the most Powerful Pokemon Trainer on Earth. I’ve captured each Legendary Pokemon, and even created Pokemon have rested inside of my Poke’balls.
It is through those Pokemon, that I’ll make this one wish.
I wish I had never become what I did, never did all I did..
And so I, and my organization’s efforts are forgotten. Team Crystal... It was an organization that took over the entire world, that saved the world from itself, but in that same instant, did so much damage. I was the leader, with some of the worlds most Powerful Pokemon at my side... and now all I want is to start over.
Hopefully, we have retained every bit of information about us, Team Crystal, and destroyed it. I am not real, not anymore. There never was an Ivysaur who could take on Suicune. There never was a Blastoise who could blast through steel doors. There never was a Raichu who could dig a whole underground city. There never was a Kadabra capable of toeing the line with Mew. There never was a Pidgeot who could fly to the moon. There was never any of them, and there was never someone like me. Someone who wanted to help, but all they did was hurt.
.... Never...
— Jaliso Stone, Leader, Founder, and Owner of the Disbanded Team Crystal.
The Journal entry seemed so strange, so utterly absurd, yet at the same time the Professor couldn’t help himself as he pocketed the entire book of odd writings. Writings of a world where one person... had completely taken over and ruled with an iron fist.
Perhaps it was just the mind of a lunatic, or maybe... just maybe... He’d found the truth. Why the world had no memory of five, blissful years...
From the beginning, this... is her Story.