To whom it may concern and Arceus,
This is nothing more than a message of a past that is no longer remembered. This is the only memento of a past that belonged to someone that will not recall who she is. Question is, if it is not remembered, did it even happen at all..?
My name is Fei. I was born and raised under the care of a trainer with a funny name that I can no longer recall. My mother and my father were no longer a part of this world when I reached the cursed time of preadolescence. The two of them died in an accident. Or so I was told.
I wasn't treated any differently after the event. I grew to be fairly normal despite their absence. I was showered with love by the trainer (I received bangles from him as proof!), the Pokemon owned by said trainer, and frankly, I have loved as well.
At the time, it was puppy love. He was just gorgeous, funny, sweet. I was captivated in no time flat. Maybe he used Attract or some sort of charm. Regardless, I was deeply in love with him... and shamefully, I admit that I still do.
I would always run off to the woods with him. I spent most of my adolescence with him. The giggles, the laughs, it was so stupidly innocent.
I'm tainted. I'm dirty. I'm filthy.
Time passed fairly quickly, we grew to love each other oh-so-dearly. My trainer wasn't against it, my trainer encouraged it even. We thought we could spend our whole lives together: to love and to be loved.
Then the dead rose.
Rose from the sunken earth they did, ripped through the dirt from the depths of hell and into the world of the living. Arceus, what did you bring upon us?
The world was in calamity.
And I lived. I lived to tell the tale.
We left. My poor trainer and their poor Pokemon. What of them? I fled with him. At first, I was weak, I was protected by him. But eventually I learned. With my very two eyes did I see that only the strong survive and the weak died.
That love we shared? Within a few months, it diminished and withered till finally it reached the breaking point. And dear Arceus, he only did me one wrong.
He tainted me.
I was scared, frightened. But I've learned, and I did what I had to do. The strong live and the weak die.
I killed him.
And I ate him.
My sanity? I'm still perfectly sane. Like I said, I did what I had to do in order to survive. I was starving and he was merely sacrifice.
And I did that for many more. The screeches of other survivors as I ate them live. The sound of scuttling feet as their comrades fled to save their own arses. The bittersweet tast of flesh and blood with a mix of salty tears as I devoured them. I vaguely recall a time where I danced among corpses. I miss dancing. The chimes from my bangles as bounced against each other with the rhythm. I enjoyed life.
I don't want to die, Arceus.
Have I done wrong?
If anyone were to remember my story, take heed of this warning: never follow the Alakazam. For you will forget. Just as I will soon.