Chapter One - Mew's Thoughts

It was the heart of winter. Snow fell vigorously upon the land. A blanket of white now sheltered the once green covered Tree of Beginning. The TOB was a giant rock formation that looked like a tree.

This natural wonder rose hundreds, if not thousands of feet in the air. The view from the castle tower’s balcony was the best place to see it from.

Many species of pokemon inhabited the rock. Mainly because it gave shelter from the humans' pokeballs, and was so full of life.

All around the rock formation sprouted spikes of crystal. Nevertheless, within the center of the tree, lay the biggest crystal of all. This was what kept the tree alive; it’s heart. However, the crystal was not the only thing keeping this rock alive.

It would not be complete without its, if you will, ‘guardian’. Mew; a small cat-like pokemon with big navy eyes and a long slender tail. Its arms were slightly short, and it’s feet were long.

This mischievous little critter was, unfortunately, the last of its kind. Although being legendary and all, it was said to be immortal, and the very essence of that which is good and pure.

For the past few days, the poor creature had been having restless nights. The reason; nightmares. Replays of her pointless battle against her counterpart. However, it wasn’t just that. It was how he had aimlessly put the pokemon clones against the originals in battle. A brutal battle; even though there was no death.

Now the Mew sat in a small enclosure where she kept all the toys she took from the palace. She sat on the ledge, and behind her, in a small cave, were her piles of toys and gadgets.

Below was a small water feature. Across from that was a tree, which leaves hung from thin vines over the water. She looked up to where the sun would shine through. There was a gap in the ceiling; but it was like a window; with a layer of crystal instead of glass.

Although now it was dark, and it was nighttime.

“Mew...” She sighed. For some bizarre reason, whenever she thought of him, she’d get a funny feeling inside. But this feeling wasn’t unknown to her. After all, she was that which is pure and good. And to her, this feeling, was in some sense, love.

“A conflict of no purpose, along with the reminiscence of you; that of which is the essence of abhorrence and malevolence, is all I dream of...None shall be proficient to comprehend that thou art merely misunderstood, and deep within the heart of thee, thy has an integrity unknown...” She thought and closed her eyes to picture him.

Everyday she’d ask herself why and how she had developed such a strong adoration towards him. Was it not him whose intentions were to plunder the world into darkness?

Was it not him who had attempted to erase her existence, and the human race? According to her memory, yes.

But then, why feel the way she does? A question most bewildering.

Mew flew through a tree stump, which was actually an illusion, which led to a thin tunnel. It was like the vein of the tree in some way. On the inside it was green, and had small green bubbles rushing in one direction.

Mew flew through the tunnels and out a secret doorway that led to the heart of the formation.

She had created a huge crater in the wall; rectangular and ovalish, and directly behind the crystal. The floor of it sunk down into the wall. She filled that up to the top with red and white rose petals.

This was where she slept. It was nice and warm from the crystal’s energy, and the room was lit very dimly during the night from the crystal’s aura glow.

Mew curled up into a ball and lay down on the petals. She dreamt of the day he would return; proclaiming he loves her, as she would want him to. How he would gaze deep into her eyes with his violet ones.

How he would her in his arms, curl up, put his tail around them; wrapping her in his gentle grasp; not wanting to lose her.

She sighed and in her sleep whispered, “Mewtwo...”