Izlude Hecarim the Zorua
I sighed a great breath of relief, as I quickly learned that they were Dreamcrafters, along with the Raichu that just entered the fray. I began to carefully tread toward the group, yet my heart was still pounding. Even though I was on their side, they more than likely will not recognize me at first. I had to be wary, too, as not to be ambushed by other Pokémon that may be around. On top of all that, I was still bogged by the multitude of thoughts and emotions surging through my mind, particularly the curse that Arceus plagued me with. I simply had difficulty dealing with the fact that, to the average person or Pokémon, I essentially became a horrendous demon from the depths of hell. I still vividly remember the fearful expression of the young girl, and despised the thought that she could possibly become a lunatic as she grows up because of it. The worst part was, that it was caused because of the selfishness of a deity. Ugh, damn it all!
As I finally caught up to the group, I tried to converse, but my words were quiet and vague. "Are you guys Dreamcrafters, too?" I softly asked, my voice shaky. I found myself unable to audibly speak any further without jumbling my sentences beyond recognization, so I decided it was best to stay silent for now, and try to regain my cool. I deeply inhaled and exhaled, in an attempt to calm myself down, as staying in a flustered state would certainly be problematic. Besides, I had faith that the curse could be broken! It would be a long, difficult, plight, but it would be well worth it in the end!