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Shadow
The Snubbull King had managed to accomplish the incredible feat of exposition, in a way that managed to both give context and give no context whatsoever. They were in the kingdom of Sylvis, which had completely fallen except for this castle, but what crisis was happening? What threat were they fending off? Why the hell were all of them even here?[break][break]
"Musharna, where are you—?" There would be no answers to any of your questions. The king would elaborate no further. One of your closest, most prized Pokémon would wander off in search of the thing making that wild howl, without even giving you a second thought. You knew that 'something' in it had changed; it had still been your Musharna, but in that singular moment it had become something else entirely.[break][break]
It, it, it. Other trainers lavish their Pokémon, calling them
he and
she, and trite little nicknames they think are clever. Even when Musharna's abandoning you, you can't think of Musharna as anything but 'it', can you? It's closer to you than any human is, but that doesn't matter, does it?[break][break]
A ball gently drops into your hands. It even looks like Musharna, doesn't it? Ah, now look up. Time to stop ruminating about your own emotional limits and complexities, yeah? You have a Pokémon you need to get back, and now you have a Pokéball. Get to work.[break][break]
As you step out of the castle, a helpful little box pops up, with some interesting things to say:
Princess' Distant View[break]
Summon a floating moon that illuminates its surroundings. Can be fired at a target, but deals as much damage as a dodgeball.
You hold out your palm, and a flower blooms atop your hand, before its petals rise and curl into each other to form a miniature moon, about the size of a dodgeball. It drifts in the air, slowly orbiting you before your will sends it careening into the ground, bouncing back into your gravitational pull. Finally, it winks out of existence, rapidly moving through the lunar phases as it disappears entirely.[break][break]
Cute. At least you can walk around knowing you'll always see what's in front of your face. As you begin your search in the forest, it takes the twisted shadows of the trees around you and twists them further, elongating them into giants, always closing in.[break][break]
No. You're not looking for anything other than Musharna. That would be why a vicious Basculegion dives from behind a tree trunk and tears into you. It's actually
Eris Halla 's, fun fact, but you'll probably never learn that — and even then, the mortal pain of having deep gouges carved into your body would keep you from caring.[break][break]
Alba wakes up with a start, sweat gathering on his brow as his body remembers that he wasn't dead. He never died. Not in this world. The day drags on as a dull, pointless blur, its only purpose being to wear him out so he could sleep once more, the next night.[break][break]
Don't beat yourself up too much; the pain isn't much compared to the feeling of dying, anyway. You've still got what, six more tries before you're kicked out of the dream and maybe lose your partner forever?[break][break]
Maybe that's the thought that keeps you alert this time, or maybe it's the new and profound understanding of your mortality that you were completely lacking before. Alba Evovae doesn't die, right? Whether it's avalanches, tides of toxic sludge, or aliens masquerading as corpses, the dangers of the world just pass you by. Only here, in a place where death has next to no meaning, can you truly understand such a concept.[break][break]
Regardless, you're getting the hang of this, now. The moon only shines when you need it to, and your senses stay focused on any surrounding noise. When it's quiet, you light up and move. Otherwise, you hope nothing spots you in the dark.[break][break]
Tonight you spot it. Musharna, swaying in the middle of a small clearing, almost like it's taking a nap. With a sigh of relief, you begin marching up to it, and it turns to face you. The joy makes you feel like you're floating— no, you
are floating. Your body is outlined with the glow of psychic energy, which is all you get to realise before the Shadow Pokémon begins slamming you against the ground over and over again.[break][break]
Alba wakes up with a start, sweat gathering on his brow as his body remembers that he wasn't dead. He never died. Not in this world. The day drags on as a dull, pointless blur, its only purpose being to wear him out so he could sleep once more, the next night.[break][break]
…Okay, so it's not your Musharna right now. Surely it'll come back to its senses when you catch it, though. You have to cling to that thought. It might only exist as 'it' to you, you might have no special name for it, but it's still something you treasure.[break][break]
We'll take a stealthier approach this time. Quietly, you approach Musharna — still in its little clearing — until one of your feet falls a little too heavy. You lunge for your Dream Ball, but its Shadow Ball is faster, spectral energies stealing your dying gasp before you have a chance to wheeze it.[break][break]
Alba wakes up with a start, sweat gathering on his brow as his body remembers that he wasn't dead. He never died. Not in this world. The day drags on as a dull, pointless blur, its only purpose being to wear him out so he could sleep once more, the next night.[break][break]
Right, so here's the problem: you're trying to get close. It's not your Musharna, we've been over this. Getting close is just going to get you killed. This time, let's try things from a distance, yeah?[break][break]
It's still in the same place, like always. Why does it linger here? Does it move when you're busy being dream-dead? Or is the distant 'Musharna' part of it waiting here for you? Questions, questions, but the rule of this place is that they never have answers.[break][break]
Your moon appears, and careens into your once-was and soon-will-be Pokémon. It looks dazed, then enraged, as it begins to charge towards you. It's too far away for it to kill you again, unless you were dumb enough to stop it. You trace the pink material of the ball with your thumb, then hurl it towards your partner with all your might.[break][break]
And the world stops.
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KEEP YOUR POKEMON'S STRENGTH[break][break]
Warning! Doing so will keep you from reaching their true potential in lieu of brute force.[break][break]
Continue?
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As a child, you weren't quite as close to your Munna. Compared to your Cottonee's open whimsicality, there had always been a degree of separation between the two of you that you couldn't quite bridge. It was a Pokémon that lived half its life in dreams, and drifted around with an unreadable face. It isn't until you grew older that you realised there had been no distance in the first place; you had always understood its disconnection, even if you hadn't noticed that.[break][break]
"This is what we are, Musharna… This is what we're meant to be." In some charming fairy tale, this would surely be the moment where the hero rejects such primal power, calling it malevolent and casting it back into the shadow where it belonged. But what's wrong with being a creature of brute force? If being pure means being too weak to do what you needed to, maybe it was better to stay tainted. And besides, it's not as if you've ever fit into those kinds of storybook fantasies. You fit on the shady, wooded path, and nowhere else.[break][break]
You hold your Dream Ball close to your heart. This might not be 'right', this might not be 'good', but it's what you both want. And with that thought, the world returns, and your featureless self is draped in a thin pink mist.
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