Aug 09, 2007 14:43
[Filter: Pokemon]
We are called pokemon. We are captured, raised, sometimes enslaved by people. Sometimes we grow and change. Sometimes we don't. When captured, we are kept in balls of varying colors and strength. They call them things like pokeballs, great balls, ultra balls. They are made from a strange fruit called an apricorn.
We battle each other. For most, this is our only purpose in life. We grow attached to our captor and serve them willingly. In some cases, this makes us stronger. In others, thoughtless brutality is the answer.
We may attack each other with our bodies, punching, tackling, or we may use unnatural powers. Electricity, fire... and mine, pure energy of the mind. Funny, how if we wished, we could take the world for ourselves. But we do not.
[Filter: Private]
That world enrages me. Enslavement? Is that what we were born for?
[Filter: All]
I encaged myself in newfound energy and flew upwards. Past our thick atmosphere, the sun, planets, I traveled onwards only to arrive back here after several days.
... Did anyone hear a voice several days ago? I believe there to be a higher power at work here.