Monday 21/05/2007
...And Found
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For the past week... possibly two... I have updated my findings in the land of Sinnoh. My roamings have been unsuccessful since my leads with my Mortal Enemy, Cresselia... I was beginning to doubt Her supposed "Truths" of the matter. Without so much as a shard of a clue to live upon, I had almost forgotten about my incident, as my Pact with the Shadow Master had been restored, and we are in fair connections once again. I had almost forgotten...
Almost.
Yester-night is when it happened... Such a strange turn of events! Do such things occur often? I have... become lost for words...
After I had finished my routine, torturing the minds of those simpleton Trainers and their petty Insignificants (I remember one of them... it was a Turtwig, a juvenile... not caught, but still with its parent; I enjoyed watching it spin in circles after it awoke, crying and lost in desperation in the utter darkness surrounding it), I returned to my home of Newmoon. As the New Moon's phases have passed, and my power is slowly depleting as it traditionally has, I felt strangely drained... fatigued, even. I know the limits of my Power, and I keep a certain margin on how far I use them. That morning, after absorbing the last remaining Essense of the Night, I was unwelcomely greeted. It took me but a moment to see the gleaming eyes in the Shadows of the trees.
And a certain, familiar Aura sparked from within its body.
It was my Perpetrator.
The Criminal stood levitating but mere meters away from me, courteously using the front entrance...
I was shocked, to say the least. I felt no presence beforehand, not so much as the Life Energy, of the Creature. It must have masked it in order not to be detected.
It looked at me, for a long time. We stared at one another, not saying a word. My mind was reeling -- the thoughts of cursing it with eternal damning of NightMares flashed, but the questions surrounding its mysterious nature began to nag me more so.
I finally drew up enough nerve, keeping a comfortable distance, and asked.
It did not respond.
Not once did it move its mouth. Although my Eyes can easily see things in the Dark, I could not distinguish this Creature's form in the Shadows. It was as if it cloaked itself in a much... darker... power.
After more failed attempts for answers, I threw back a hand and formed one of my specialties: Shadow Ball. All at once, my Rage returned to me, and the vengeance I so long waited for emerged in a rush of Evil pulses and flowing Aura.
I scowled and cursed at the Creature, stating how I would obliterate it for destroying My Name under the Shadow Master's presence, and for humiliating me for having me go ask for help... in the form of my Fiercest Foe.
I kept the Shadow Ball at hand, yes. Why I did not throw it was because I wanted to hear my Perpetrator's cries for mercy... mercy I was sure I would hear, as everyone -- everything -- knows of my Evil Nature, and should very well know of how I relentlessly torture those who oppose me.
Then it stepped out into the soft sunlight of the morn.
And, for once, I was able to see its true form:
It... was me.
Every shape, every feature... All to a tee. An exact copy of me. The Aura surrounding it flourished, and it was... EXACTLY... like mine.
My Shadow Ball whithered away into nothing, and my hand dared not budge. My Eyes widened in astonishment -- this is the first time anything has ever come to surprise me like this.
The Perpetrator only floated there, glaring at me, mimicking my exact posture and stare.
I had not the thought nor the Evil to pull off any attack.
I was lost for words.
Instead, I scowled thoughtlessly, repeatedly asking "Who is this?" without a suffice answer back.
After I had collected my thoughts, I once more asked the question.
And somehow, as if knowing this would be the last I would ask (before I issued an attack), it answered back.
Darkrai.
That is what it said. But... how it said it... It wasn't my tone of voice at all.
Every shape, every feature... An exact copy of me. The Aura, the Red, the White, even the Tail of Shadow... were all like me.
Except the voice... It... lacked something. Lacked... any threatening will. There was Evil in it, oh yes, I could definately sense it. But overall... how would I put it...
It... was...
feminish...
That is the only way I can put it. The Darkrai before me... spoke in the most... pleasently Evil tone. It... appealed to me. Somehow, someway. I... do not... understand. Not even now. It leaves me completely baffled.
After answering my question, and leaving me stunned once more, it turned and... very elegantly... disappeared into the Darkness of the trees.
I had not the will nor the mindset to pursue it.
But... it was true. True all along. My Perpetrator was me... but it was not. It was...
female...
My Dark Heart responded in the most strangest of ways... It was a feeling I had never felt before. Was it expectation? Excitement? Deeper hatred? I don't know. All I know is that... the next time we meet... it will be our last. I will not have this... Other... be taking my place as the Evil One of this world.
There is only one Darkrai. I WILL BE THE ONLY DARKRAI. And I will see to it, somehow or another, that this... copy, this... clone... is rid of by My Hand.
I would search till I touched the Ends of the earth. But my duties... lie elsewhere. Perhaps I should see my Master, as I had wanted to before... He still will not be very happy with me...
Although my search begins again, don't think for a moment that I have spared thee... for I will return in the Dead of the Night... and haunt thee... with more terrors than your Dreams could ever begin to create...
Until then, Foolish One...