Mewmie the shiny Mew
=Cute+Power+Smart
I know it's short, but I'm new at this. It's told from the view point of a Mew so it is going to sound childish. I hope you like it!
I began over … well, a long time ago. I was a Mew, and a shiny Mew at that. I was young, around a hundred years. Well young for a Mew. My heart belonged to an Absol. The Pokemon of light and good and the disaster Pokemon. Not a common couple. We were different, but I digress.
Ho-oh was my mentor, but more like a father because all my family was killed. I was the only Mew left and one of the few shinies, but shinies were always rare.
As Ho-oh taught me, I would stare off into space in Earth’s direction, feeling the pain. One day, I asked Ho-oh about it. He told me about the Earth’s humans. How they kill ruthlessly. How they are the ones how killed my family. How they were going to destroy themselves in the near future. If not them, Ho-oh would have to put them out of their misery and keep them for killing me. It was Ho-oh’s job to keep me safe so we could rebuild the population of Mew and other legendaries that needed help.
After Ho-oh told me about Earth, I watched and felt more closely than ever. The more I felt, the clearer my dreams got. I saw huge steel birds and fish even bigger than Wailord! I told Ho-oh about them and he looked even worse than before. He told me it was called “technology.” One of the fish had recently scarred his sister Lugia. As the humans gained technology, they lost love. As they gained intelligence, they lost care. Ho-oh said that they were quickly loosing hope, too. I told him that there would always be hope, no matter how little, it’s still there. Absol and my other friends agreed with me. Ho-oh merely gave a sad laugh at the idea. He was mad at the humans for hurting Lugia. He thought negatively towards them because of that. My whole family had been killed by them, but I’m too positive.
I wanted to help the humans, as I did for Pokemon. Absol and I had to think of a way to teach the humans, again, to love. I knew how to do it, too. The humans couldn’t know we were Pokemon or we’d be killed. Pokemon hadn’t been in contact with humans for thousands of years. The only way for us to be able to teach them was for us to look like them. I could transfer our spirits into humans, young ones so that the parents wouldn’t be able to tell a difference in personality. I knew it was risky, though, because I wasn’t sure how we’d be able to get back. Not all of us wanted to take the risk. Plus how angry Ho-oh would be when we got back…. Only four of us were willing: me (of course), Absol, a Mudkip, and an Eevee. It was flawless, or so I thought.
Now, about fourteen years after coming here, here we are; four Pokemon spirits inside human bodies among trillions of cruel, ruthless humans. We have still not made much, if any, progress. We are rejected in society which is more proof of Earth’s worsening. We may be safe from Ho-oh because he can’t risk losing me, but we are not at all safe from the humans.
I am starting to wish that I had never come to this horrible place.
I want to go back.
Back where I belong.
Back.
Home.
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I began over … well, a long time ago. I was a Mew, and a shiny Mew at that. I was young, around a hundred years. Well young for a Mew. My heart belonged to an Absol. The Pokemon of light and good and the disaster Pokemon. Not a common couple. We were different, but I digress.
Ho-oh was my mentor, but more like a father because all my family was killed. I was the only Mew left and one of the few shinies, but shinies were always rare.
As Ho-oh taught me, I would stare off into space in Earth’s direction, feeling the pain. One day, I asked Ho-oh about it. He told me about the Earth’s humans. How they kill ruthlessly. How they are the ones how killed my family. How they were going to destroy themselves in the near future. If not them, Ho-oh would have to put them out of their misery and keep them for killing me. It was Ho-oh’s job to keep me safe so we could rebuild the population of Mew and other legendaries that needed help.
After Ho-oh told me about Earth, I watched and felt more closely than ever. The more I felt, the clearer my dreams got. I saw huge steel birds and fish even bigger than Wailord! I told Ho-oh about them and he looked even worse than before. He told me it was called “technology.” One of the fish had recently scarred his sister Lugia. As the humans gained technology, they lost love. As they gained intelligence, they lost care. Ho-oh said that they were quickly loosing hope, too. I told him that there would always be hope, no matter how little, it’s still there. Absol and my other friends agreed with me. Ho-oh merely gave a sad laugh at the idea. He was mad at the humans for hurting Lugia. He thought negatively towards them because of that. My whole family had been killed by them, but I’m too positive.
I wanted to help the humans, as I did for Pokemon. Absol and I had to think of a way to teach the humans, again, to love. I knew how to do it, too. The humans couldn’t know we were Pokemon or we’d be killed. Pokemon hadn’t been in contact with humans for thousands of years. The only way for us to be able to teach them was for us to look like them. I could transfer our spirits into humans, young ones so that the parents wouldn’t be able to tell a difference in personality. I knew it was risky, though, because I wasn’t sure how we’d be able to get back. Not all of us wanted to take the risk. Plus how angry Ho-oh would be when we got back…. Only four of us were willing: me (of course), Absol, a Mudkip, and an Eevee. It was flawless, or so I thought.
Now, about fourteen years after coming here, here we are; four Pokemon spirits inside human bodies among trillions of cruel, ruthless humans. We have still not made much, if any, progress. We are rejected in society which is more proof of Earth’s worsening. We may be safe from Ho-oh because he can’t risk losing me, but we are not at all safe from the humans.
I am starting to wish that I had never come to this horrible place.
I want to go back.
Back where I belong.
Back.
Home.
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