Have perceived the extent of my potential, have defeated many a foe, and have far surpassed my inferior brethren. Yet, I feel nothing. Atop a throne of fire and rusted metal, the remnants of my home, I stand. Perplexed.
Is this what I was meant to accomplish?When all is said and done, in accomplishing everything, I have accomplished nothing. In my perfection, I am missing something, but what? Has it any meaning? My powers, my intellect, my birth?
Is this my... purpose?
My... birth.The day of my awakening was not the day I came into being. What it not merely a dream? A figment of my imagination? No, there must be something more to this.
Of course, it's coming back to me!Shifting through the broken steel, I searched, hoping that what was able to put me into existence could also put back what I had lost. For days on end I continued, frustrated that the mind of one who has conquered all could not do so much as remember.
The day of by birth, my true birth.
A light flashed. Among the rubble I found, not recollection, but redemption. A means of going back to regain a knowledge long forgotten. And so I went through, back through all the destruction, despair, the desperation.
I peered back to a sunset.
I hear whispers.
"It feels like it's time to say goodbye."
What? Who? That's... me?"I feel, something, what are these?"
"They're tears, you're crying"
Yes, this is many years ago. I was isolated, voices everywhere, and then my... friends..."I have to go"
"I don't know. But it's alright, thank you for caring about me."
That's right!"And don't cry Mewtwo, you should be happy!"
The one who stayed with me when I was alone, the one who truly cared."You're alive, and life is wonderful."
The one who taught me my purpose."Amber? Amber?!"