New Bark Town | Dawn
Where.... where am I....?
Through the air, a pair of autumn gold leaves danced across the low sky. Holding onto eachother through their stems like a pair of star crossed lovers, on and on they went, circling through the crisp air. Xatu could taste the sea, water. He could feel the chill to the wind, the scent of fish.
I... have I never been to the sea...?
It was dawn, morning. He had walked for so long, so many days, without stopping. He never knew where he was going, what he was doing. There was potential, oh how he knew there was potential, but what of his purpose? Have I done wrong? The avian knew he had acted for a reason, he had insulted and spat on the most powerful creature in his world. But he knew that he had felt something. There had been a reason, a why to his actions. I had felt a fire in my gut.
But where is it now?
Xatu walked slowly, moving through the ghost town. What was he, a Harbinger? A legend? He had no title, nothing to hold as his own. The avian moved past the ruins, charred remains of the town and various other brutalities, making his way straight to the water. The water at the very edge of the town... It called to him. The rebel knelt, bending his knees to pull his face close to the water. Inside he saw a reflection, a corpse looking back at him. In the crimson eyes he saw nothing, not rage, not hope. Xatu only saw colour and nothing.
The dual type brought one wing up, flicking the water's surface with his wing tips. How is it that something so precious, so powerful and important, to make me hate Honchkrow, how is it that that something can just.. vanish? Have I truly made a horrible mistake?