Mew wanted to reach a hand out to touch at the bandages on the human's face. Though it felt like maybe that would have been a bit rude. So instead it took a risk and made itself known. Dropping its invisibility and transforming its shape at the same time. No longer did it look like a Mew but rather a Misdreavus.

Pokémon of myth, creatures so rarely seen that they are often thought of as make believe. Illusionary and illusive these mysterious Pokémon don't often venture forth from there hiding spots. They have, however, been known to do so when the world finds itself facing dire circumstances. In these rare occasions the mythical Pokémon seek out trainers, individuals that have something that set them apart from the rest of the pack. These special trainers have appeared throughout the history of the world. Some have been brave heroes fighting against the odds, and others have been tyrants seeking to control and dominate. Whatever the reason the appearance of these chosen trainers and the mythical Pokémon that accompany them signify a change in the balance of the world. The exact criteria the mythical Pokémon use when selecting a chosen trainer is unknown. What is known that those chosen have the power to fight against destiny itself.

He pulled his knees close to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. He felt like that little kid he used to be all those years ago. The one who had watched his mother and father burn before his very eyes. He was weak back then and he was still just as weak now. He could feel the full weight of the worlds problems collapse onto him. It was crushing his soul.

"I miss you so much Cherise. I'm so lost without you, and this whole mess feels like my fault. If only I had been stronger, if only I had been smarter, and if only I had been more prepared. Then I could have saved everyone...I could have saved you"