This is the revised Shadow Beauty, adding in a bit more feeling and emotions portrayed by that Gyarados. Yes, I want to win awards for one-shots, and I think this'll be a great revised one to vote for. ENJOY!
SHADOW BEAUTYMelancholy. Impalpable.
These words were permanently locked inside of my head as my lengthened body floated in the cerulean ocean, still from any motion. My heart pounded whenever thinking about how appealing I was; I would find myself hiding underwater from humans, hoping their taunts and laughs wouldn’t be heard. Throughout life, I learned to worship how ugly I was, since that was what I was. Hideous is such a strong word for one Pokčmon or person to use, but it was the perfect word to describe me. Beautiful was not what I considered myself being, since I was indeed not attractive.
It was more of a death-like curse; I had so many reputations as a naturally-born evil Gyarados, why would I be considered attractive like others, such as Bellossom or Milotic?
A pasty-white smolder powerfully sprayed my hurtful eyes as a stream of water encased the lower section of them, readying themselves for a emotional waterfall. Subsequently, tears rolled down my rough cheeks, the white shade softening from my vision and completely evaporating into oblivion. A moderate haze circled around my body as the drops of warm water crashed into the empty, sparkling ocean and combining with the water body.
I glanced around dejectedly, my cobalt-colored scaled body paralyzed under the dark moonlight sky. As the stars brimmed with ceaseless energy above me, burning in hot white fire, my scarlet eyes glittered and looked around. I closed them, malicious depression flaring up inside. I could feel dark energies flapping over my skin, ugly elements of life wandering in my head. It felt as though everyone knew I was ugly, even though I thought I was the only one.
Every Pokčmon, every human; they all knew how atrocious I was, so why could I face them and say I was stunning?
I was indeed in the worse state; could I live another day feeling this way?
I was very fortunate to live the years that I did, but my time was nearing. I needed to leave this Earth, and move on to a place where I could stay miserable for eternity. It would at least save everybody from witnessing my ugly descriptions.
A spark enveloped my scales as I sadly stared in the water, a reflection of myself displayed in the ocean. I could feel my bones shaking, my head hurting intensely. My heart felt cold, and my breathing was beginning to slow down. Everything was falling into place, and I wouldn’t stop death at this moment. However, my supernatural powers kicked in and saved me; the yellow sparks shattered from my structure, leaving golden glitter to dance across my scales. I glared back in the cerulean sea, a slight smile lifting my lips. I witnessed myself again, only this time, more attractive than before.
For the first time in my life, I felt as though I was at least average-looking, something I could work on from there.
Was this for real? Had the sparkles brought out my beauty inside?
I was about to scream of my joyous future when one heartless, shivering word reeked in my head, damaging my thoughts and tossing them away so easily.
This was indeed an illusion, and I didn’t want to be tricked. I just had to give in; some things weren’t meant to be beautiful, and others were. I was not beautiful. I really was not gorgeous. Or was I?
Beauty came in so many shapes, forms, sizes, colors, textures; everyone had to have it except for me. I considered myself attractive at one time, and those were the happiest days of my life. I could remember myself talking with one Pokčmon, playing with humans, even sometimes battling other Pokčmon.
But that feeling somehow faded away and never returned, so I set myself aside from others to save them the burden. Somehow, some way, I needed to unlock the beauty inside of me; it would lift my confidence, and boost my spirit into ecstasy.
But could I? Would I have the guts to look deep inside of myself and say that I was fairly striking?
I heavily closed my eyelids, a faint whisper traveling inside of my ear. I had to say that I was beautiful. Otherwise, my confidence would completely fade away, and I would go into a deep depression state. I didn’t want to follow that path anymore, but the chances were likely. The light whisper coincided with the beating of my racing heart, creating a musical tone altogether. Suddenly, all went silent as a silver key was pictured in my head, turning to the right before disappearing.
A black shadow, shaped exactly like my snake-like body, floated in my mind, staring with angry golden eyes. Using my deep intelligence, I shot my eyes open, my breathing becoming harder and harder. I felt very different; it felt like I had gotten worse. I unlocked something that needed to stay away from me. I felt worse. I felt like I was going to evaporate into the ocean, never to be seen again. However, I could admit one thing; beauty came about.
Even though I felt worse, I did feel beautiful. You might not understand, but I felt like I was more confident about myself in a dark way. But I strategically thought for a second; beauty came in some many forms, maybe mine was of a new structure.
But why did I feel beautiful, yet more depressed than before? I was positively confused as I stared into the sparkling ocean. I saw an improved reflection of myself; I had indeed gotten beautiful.
I don’t know how, but it felt like shadow beauty came into me. It wouldn’t be the best kind of beauty, but it would at least satisfy me. Shadow beauty. The words echoed in my head as I blinked my sparkling scarlet eyes. I was positively satisfied; shadow beauty made me feel better with attractiveness, and that was all that mattered.
A settling silvery haze drifted above the open water body, sparkles dancing across the haze as the moonlight’s glow sprayed the vapor intensely.