A collection of PMD short stories as to why there are some humans who were reborn as a pokemon an why some humans wanted to abandon their humanity and completely erase their humanity, as memories, body, and spirit?
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It all began twenty years ago. My name is Mienshao. Im just like your everyday pokemon living on a town with a guild like many other places; Treasure town being one of them. I’m already forty summer years old. Our celebrations of age are based on each passing season. Also, I am Gallade’s wife, as he was also my husband. We were just like your average couple living the everyday life as normal. But I’m not here for our love life. I am here to tell you about our child. My child who is smiling in his sleep next to me is having good dreams about us.
On one night, Gallade and I were hanging out in the evening star gazing the night sky, along with the common Volbeat and Illumise. Both of us were already mates by then. Just as we slept that ordinary night, I had a vision. That vision was one thing I could never forget.
“Huh? What is this place?” I find myself in a rainbow-ish place of sorts with peaceful playing like chinglings on top of the mountains. It does not last long as I felt a strange burst of energy all over myself. With a couple moments, I hear a feminine voice speaking deep within my head.
“Hello there Mienshao. My name is Mew. I came here for you to send you a foreboding message.” I am agape. Mew herself … came here for me?
“A message?” I assure her.
“Have you ever heard of the humans?” She asks me about humans?
“Well ... I know that they are a race that died ten thousand years ago. Never to be seen again. Their deaths are unknown.”
“You are right. The last of their kind died years ago. But there are survivors. Just before the cause of their extinction, a few groups of humans fled our world to another place. Thus they have survived the unavoidable for those who stayed on this planet.” Just as she finishes, her voice turned … sad. “But those survivors became lost. Lost their way to the right path, slowly, they only began harming each other. Innocent children were infected by the feelings of treachery and insanity. Thus their offspring carry this corroded moral. Just yesterday, another innocent survivor died. It’s just this survivor … is different.”
Wondering what she meant different. It could be something unique, "What makes it different?”
“Have you ever wondered where the souls of those who died go?” Just that question gives me a response to say no. She opens her right paw to reveal something small and white glowing, “Normally, they will return to the stars. The truth is, this soul ended up in your own world. I need a couple who can carry this soul. I find you and your mate best suited for the job. But I must heed you a warning. As your husband will mate you for seven nights, both of you will be represent visions about the soul I will implement to your mate as he passes it to you. Through those visions, you will learn about the sad life of this innocent human survivor. Why he killed himself to spare his innocence? Mienshao. As you raise your infant child, I hope you realize that there are some things not meant for everybody to learn.”
As she pressed the light into my stomach, I slowly pass out in the comfort of soft black.
“Remember my chosen one. One thing that I ask is to raise this child to the best of you and your husband’s ability. Make sure that your child will never see himself as a human. Make your son think that throughout his life, he was a pokemon from birth, you are his mother, and your husband is hi his father. Though his soul may be that of a pokemon, he will have moments in his early life visioning about his human past. That was his human self, talking to all of you. Overcome those visions of your child by convincing him that the humans are long gone from your world. But … if your child gets curious about the humans, never tell him he was once before, for this human soul wanted to start fresh all over again, completely void of his humanity.” That was the last thing I heard from Mew before I woke up.
Within the next day, my husband shared the same dream from Mew. Both of us were hesitant at first. But we promised to each other that we can overcome this trial from Mew and raise this upcoming child that mew gave to both of us.
During those seven days, both of us learned the story of this survivor named Omel. He was an average human being of sorts. He looked not too young yet not too old. Though he carries no elements like us pokemon, his knowledge and emotions are quite similar to those of psychic type pokemon. But through his own kin’s mistreatment to him, he became lonely. Worse, his kin never left him and they continued their senseless provoking to him. Eventually, he lost his enduring composure and went to an outrageous anger to his kin, along with his innocence. Even if his parents did everything they could to their child, they failed to save his remaining sanity. Thus, the child ran away out of misery and accidentally kills himself in the process. Yet, even if his innocence was gone, he was still seeking his lost innocence, making wishes to have it back.
That is, on our last night making love on the seventh night, we finally understood the moral that Mew has to give us, along with that innocent child’s reason for running away with his kind.
Back in our time in the present, I can’t help but look back at the time when Mienfoo finally gets to see the world after living inside me. Here I am cooking breakfast for all three of us this morning while my husband and son are having training outside. And I think their personalities fit for each other.
“Good morning mommy! Daddy taught me so many things again today.” Hugging me makes me smile.
“What did daddy teach to you this time Mienfoo?” I ask him, though I don’t even need to ask because I know Gallade so well.
“He taught me how to become flexible by exercising my body.” I just pet him for a moment.
“Get in the table now. Mommy needs to set our food now.” He happily follows my husband as they continue their father and son relationship. As I finish setting up the table, all of us eat our food laying on the table.
“How does it taste?”
“Great meal. That’s the wife I know. Say thank you to mama Mienfoo.” Oh Gallade, you're too fatherly as well as I’m too motherly.
“Thanks mama. I love you so much! You two are the best parents ever!” Oh Mienfoo my son. You may be Omel once in the long forgotten past. Now you are Mienfoo my son. I hope that when the time he passes away, he will never suffer from his human kin again and stay with us as a pokemon for all of his life.
Forty winter seasons later:
Eighty winter years old is my now. As you know me, I am Mienshao’s wife, Gallade. I believe you already know about my dear Mienfoo, my treasured son. I am coming of age now. My son is now also like his mother, a mienshao.
As I write this book and diary for my son’s wedding anniversary, I will now reveal to him the story of the child both of us envisioned by Mew sixty years ago, with my own imaginative twists to Omel’s original story. Maybe his leafeon wife will love it too. As I write this, I remember those nights that we make love in the most intimate ways possible. My wife has forgotten about it (the dreams), but I still remember the whole story.
The deeper Mienshao and I continued in our intimate love those years ago, the more we came to learn from the mistakes of the surviving human race so that Misao, my Mienfoo who is now a mienshao, will never have a life that Omel had.
But I completely hold on to the promise that I will never name my son as Omel. Omel is already gone, nothing more but his reincarnation that came true for him. I believe that every word I’m writing here was the life of Omel spoken to us.
I can see through the distance of the night sky my son running away from me, his sister, and his mother. I plead for him to come back and help him with his problem. Doing the best I could to catch up to him, I ride my plane and chase him down and maybe … give him some hope.
But … I am too late. He brought a knife and stabbed his life out during his flight. It is followed by an unseen meteor going towards him. I have no choice but to avoid the meteor. Right before my eyes, the meteor took not only his ship but also my dead child. I lost my son. I am so terrible. I failed as a parent. My wife and my other child can only cry to the heavens.
Here is the tale of my son. Omel.
My name is Ale, I’m just like any other human being on our flying ship wearing an all-out white clothing. It goes the same to my wife Uve. We were on this flying ship, along with a small group of humans, as we are looking for a new home for the human race.
I remember the day when my wife gave birth to Omel. We were so proud of each other. Something tells me that we were going to have a child like many others that we have on this flying ship. Hearing the laughter of my child was heartwarming. One day, we will live on our new planet with our child happy and carefree. But I was not aware just how much we human survivors were suffering from loneliness. Being away from many of our kin just breaks our heart. But there is not much we could do, they are already gone. We are the last of our kind.
I remember the day when our child was four years old. He is now ready to make new friends. Though both of us were worried for our child’s welfare, we let fate decide the outcome and did what we could to guide our child. It wasn't until we retrieved our child crying that we come to realize that our child was being hurt by a bully in our ship. I don’t know what I should advise my child other than telling him to cope with the problem. I mean, our life here is just like ordinary human society life. Right?
The day when my child finally goes to school was the day that my child can make a name for himself. It was the day we were waiting for. But I would NEVER imagine that my child would be scammed by his own kind. He did what he could but he didn’t do it right. Both of us did everything we could to make it a success for Omel.
Both of us blamed him for his mistake because of his failure. I was young at the time. But I can’t help but feel like I’ve pushed my child too far to his brink. The more he stayed at his school, the more Omel became isolated to everybody else. And the more he isolated himself, the more he started to hate us as well. Why can’t he show similar personalities like his older sister?
I did ever discipline to make him a better person, though they are seriously painful on the inside. Why was not his life BE LIKE AN ORDINARY HUMAN?! Why must he be different? Both of us cared for him, yet he refuses to become an ordinary person. Why does my child only follow his emotions and ignore everything else?
Being a unique individual is pointless because of our society. It is a tradition I truly believe that was right. We must never outshine others by our own individuality whether it is good or not.
It was during his teenage-hood that I have come to realize it from my own child, not only my mistakes … but the mistakes of my own race.
As I checked at his school to know what would be his next broken rule, that one particular day when we found the planet we were seeking, would be the last time as a human to hear the voice of my child.
“Made A! Made A! We have an escapee on the ship. Subject Omel 62593 riding Miniship 0001. Capture attempts are now initialized!” the sounds of that alarm bought me fear. It wasn’t until the radios are in Omel’s control. How was he able to do that?
“Hello there … human beings,” Hearing a raspy and tired voice from my child stopped my tracks. From his breathing, he was tired from crying so much like he continuously sheds tears. “Aren’t you guys’ sick of your own kind? Bullying, harassment, extreme exposure to insults, and NOT BEING YOUR TRUE SELF?!” It had daunted me to hear my child so furious as if he brought judgment to all of us. I was riding my own ship in order to save my son from his own suffering.
“What have I done wrong?” this thought kept going to my head
“What is wrong with you humans? I have had ENOUGH of your society’s rules and regulations. You wanted us to live like beings with no purpose! Don’t you know how much you hurt me for the last sixteen years?! I am HURT GRANDLY! I’ve had enough of my life and I am willing to kill myself in the process!” my son lost his sanity from his point.
“As I start my countdown in five … I have a way of saying goodbye from all of you. Four … come on my family, save your son and his childish innocence from humanity’s society! Three … ‘cause if you don’t, I have a prophecy to give to EVERY LAST HUMAN living within that ship. Two … within the next hour that I die here in my ship, a meteor storm will chase and MURDER all of you down!”
“SOOOONNNN!” I did my best to shout out to him.
“ONE! … REQUIESCAT EN PACE OMEL!” hearing that stab from his flesh in my radio felt like my chest was torn in two. I was too late. My son committed suicide. And it’s my fault for all of this.
Fifty minutes has passed. Our time of judgment will be coming soon. As I finish writing this, the inevitable will come to all of us human beings. Ten minutes ago, all of us received a report that we were trapped in an upcoming meteor storm that is impossible to escape. Those last words from Omel only struck me with eternal fear and shame.
While we human survivors are going to burn down in hell, only Omel will go to heaven. I think all of us humans deserved it. No wonder our society was lost from beginning to end. We are forever lost by the dark history of our kind.
If there will be any survivors … like there should be remaining, I hope they all start as innocent beings again. Maybe they won’t repeat the mistakes and curiosity of our true original ancestors.
As I placed my pen down, I wrapped my gift book for my soon to enjoy. But as I hear the knock, I forget wrapping up the gift and open the door. It was Misao.
“Oh … dad. Uh… hehehehe. I’m sorry to disturb you. Mom wants you to join with us on our dinner. I’ll show you my wife and child too if you want.” I smiled at him and grab his hand as I pass the book to him.
“Happy New Year my son. This is a gift for you. The best story I can create.” My son … oh how you cry like your mother does.
The hug is always a welcome to me, “Thanks papa, for giving birth to me. Life is so wonderful. I hope it stays this way forever.” I know it will. Omel.
“It will be my son. Isn’t life as a pokemon wonderful?” I ask
“Yes it is.” that’s the answer I want.