08-02-2017, 03:18 AM
The blackened face of my new ally and friend quick falls flat to the sight of a dark grimace. My face hangs heavy at the overwhelming misjudgment she had placed on my shoulders. Be I prime, I am no stronger than before being given the power to use this ‘Omnilium’, if not even weaker. I retain my psychic prowess and all my mental sanity, yet still my inner energy feels unbalanced and unfocused.
But, I digress. This Pokémon before me, she had begged for my aid, just in hopes that someone, anyone, would help. Yet as she explains the situation further to me, I can see that it’s most likely a suicide mission to attempt such a rescue. My gaze falls on the midnight-colored Pokémon once again.
‘I am truly sorry.’ My voice sounds. ‘Even though I am Prime, I cannot ensure victory. Omni seemed to imply that I would be reborn were I to pass on, this means that I am not invincible, just immortal. Like that of Ho-Oh. Are you familiar with that Pokémon? Well, my primary concern is your safety. You, unlike myself, cannot be reborn. I would grow sorrowed if I were the reason for your epitaph.’
The Umbreon looked up at me in disbelief. Was she horrified that I did not fall through with my promise? I respond quickly to her depressive state.
‘Fret not, I still wish to aid you, as promised, I think we need only take some time to formulate strategy and give me time to practice my new Prime powers. Will this satisfy you?’
But, I digress. This Pokémon before me, she had begged for my aid, just in hopes that someone, anyone, would help. Yet as she explains the situation further to me, I can see that it’s most likely a suicide mission to attempt such a rescue. My gaze falls on the midnight-colored Pokémon once again.
‘I am truly sorry.’ My voice sounds. ‘Even though I am Prime, I cannot ensure victory. Omni seemed to imply that I would be reborn were I to pass on, this means that I am not invincible, just immortal. Like that of Ho-Oh. Are you familiar with that Pokémon? Well, my primary concern is your safety. You, unlike myself, cannot be reborn. I would grow sorrowed if I were the reason for your epitaph.’
The Umbreon looked up at me in disbelief. Was she horrified that I did not fall through with my promise? I respond quickly to her depressive state.
‘Fret not, I still wish to aid you, as promised, I think we need only take some time to formulate strategy and give me time to practice my new Prime powers. Will this satisfy you?’
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