Mew's POV – as Ren and Terra talked:
I like him.
It's strange to admit that, even to myself. But it's the truth.
I like Ren.
At first, I followed him out of curiosity. A human from another world, that saw us as fictional, dropped into ours? How could I not be interested? I wanted to see what he would do—how he'd adapt, what he'd change, what parts of his old world clung to him.
But I stayed.
And I don't know why.
I've lived for millennia. I existed before the fossil Pokémon walked the land. I watched as the first humans crawled from dirt and began shaping the world. I've seen empires rise and fall, watched legends fade into myth, watched legends be born and die.
Time doesn't weigh on me like it does for others. I've had more conversations with ancient trees than I've had with people. I've seen almost everything.
So why... him?
There's nothing especially powerful about Ren. No prophecy, no chosen mark, no radiant aura that screams importance. His knowledge is helpful, yes, but not unique. There are Pokémon who can rewrite time, who remember futures that never happened. Compared to that, a human who knows a few interesting things about the world isn't special.
But still—I stayed.
I pretended to be a child. His sister, even. I walked beside him through forests and cities, ate sweets just to tease him, curled up beside him at night like I belonged there.
And somehow... it started to feel like I did.
I don't understand it. I've watched humans love and lose for centuries, but this is different. It's not power. It's not destiny. It's not even logic.
These thoughts spun in circles as I drifted quietly westward, away from the noise of Cerulean City. The sun had begun to dip behind the hills, painting the sky in colors no artist could recreate. I flew low over the river, the wind tugging at the illusion I wore—hair, skirt, the fragile skin of a human form I never quite felt comfortable in, until now.
Eventually, I reached the far side of the water, where trees gave way to stone. A cave mouth yawned open beneath a cliff, half-shrouded in shadow. To most, it was simply "Cerulean Cave."
But to us, the Legends, it had another name:
The Cave of Convergence.
It's one of the few places where we can meet without tension. Without rivalry. A place of old pacts and older silence. Every five centuries, we gather here—not to battle, but to exist. To speak.
And today, I came alone.
The interior of the cave was silent.
Cool air flowed through the ancient stone corridors, whispering past crystal-lined walls that shimmered faintly in the dark. My bare feet made no sound as I padded deeper, and I needed no light.
Eventually, I found him.
Floating in the center of a wide, starlit chamber was a small, closed-eyed figure. Pale light shimmered off the still pool below, catching on the golden head crests that arched above his face.
He didn't look up. He didn't need to.
"I felt you coming," he said softly.
"I know you did," I said, walking closer. "I came to speak with you."
He opened one eye, golden and distant. "You rarely ask for help."
"I rarely need to." My illusion dissolved. My tail curled behind me, familiar and comforting. "But something's different, Uxie."
His gaze lingered on me for a long moment. "You speak of the human. The one from the other world."
Of course he knew.
I sighed. "I've watched humans for ages. I've met so many. But this one… I don't understand. There's something about him that draws me. I can't explain it. I keep thinking about him. Wondering what he's doing. If he's okay."
Uxie tilted his head, expression unreadable. "And you want to know why."
"I do."
He descended slowly until his toes nearly brushed the surface of the water. "You want me to look."
"Yes."
He was silent for a long time.
"You understand what you're asking?" he said finally. "My insight may show you more than you want to see. Or less than you hope."
I nodded. "I'll take the risk. I just want answers."
He closed his eyes.
A soft golden light radiated from him, washing over me in gentle pulses. I felt it brush through my mind—memories, emotions, flickers of moments. It was how he got context for his knowledge, from the minds of others.
The light faded.
Uxie opened his eyes, and they looked… almost sad.
"Well?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
He hesitated. Then said, quietly, "The answer is not one I can give you."
"What?" I blinked.
"You must find it yourself. Knowing it now would change you. And it's not necessarily a good thing now."
I frowned. "You mean it's dangerous?"
"No. Just… important. This is something that has to be earned. Lived. Understood. Or it will mean less."
I floated in silence, torn between frustration and understanding. A part of me wanted to press him—to demand clarity. But another part… felt he was right.
"Fine," I whispered. "I'll figure it out on my own."
Uxie gave a faint, rare smile. "You always do."
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Mew's POV – Unknown Location:
The sea shimmered beneath me like a sheet of molten glass.
I hadn't flown far—just far enough that no one could follow. With a pulse of power, I slipped across the horizon, and in the blink of an eye, the mainland vanished behind me. In its place, a small island came into view—lush, green, and untouched. Few knew of it, and even fewer came. No towns. No roads. Just cliffs, trees, and open skies.
And Pokémon.
They noticed me the moment I arrived—how could they not? A shimmer of pink light, a gentle ripple of aura, and suddenly I was there, hovering at the edge of the jungle. Curious eyes turned my way. Some of the younger ones—a Riolu, a Skiddo, a few playful Emolga—perked up and scampered over with bright smiles and eager steps.
"Mew! Mew!" they called—not in human words, but in chirps, trills, and body language. But I understood.
They wanted to play.
I smiled, soft and sad. "Not today," I said gently. "I'm sorry."
They hesitated, sensing the shift in my tone. A few gave soft, disappointed sounds but didn't follow as I drifted upward and away, toward the large mountain at the heart of the island.
He was already there. I felt his presence long before I saw him.
He stood beneath a great tree, arms folded, cloak drifting in the breeze. His eyes were closed, but I knew he was aware of me.
"You're early," Mewtwo said, still not looking.
"You're grumpy," I replied.
A faint smirk tugged at the edge of his mouth before he turned to face me.
His form was calm now. Controlled. The anger that once clung to him like armor had faded. His eyes still held weight, but the storm behind them had quieted.
"I didn't expect you to visit," he said, his voice even.
"I needed space," I answered simply. "And you like the company."
"That depends on the company."
We stood there in silence for a moment, the breeze stirring the grass around us.
"How have you been?" I asked finally.
He glanced toward the sea. "Better. The dreams come less often now. I no longer wake up expecting to fight."
I nodded slowly. "Good. You deserve peace."
He looked at me again. "So do you."
I didn't answer.
Because as I looked at him, I felt... uncertain.
Mewtwo was like me. Made from me. A reflection—twisted and reforged by science and pain. I hadn't created him. Not really. But a part of me still felt responsible.
He was family.
But then again, weren't they all? Every Pokémon—every creature of this world—I shared a connection with them. I was the source, the thread that tied species together. But with Mewtwo, it was different.
And it made me feel things I didn't know how to name.
"I checked on the Trainers," I said quietly.
He raised an eyebrow.
"The ones who came here. That day." I floated down beside him. "They're doing well. The boy with the cap—Ash—he's still running around chasing dreams. And the others, too. Brock's working as a breeder now. Misty's helping run the gym now."
Mewtwo looked down slightly. "I erased their memories."
"Maybe," I said. "But something stayed with them. Not the facts, not the island or the fight—but the feeling. The lesson. They remember kindness."
He was silent, but I saw his hands curl slightly.
"They talk about compassion more than they used to," I added. "About understanding each other. And Pokémon."
He closed his eyes. "That day shouldn't have happened."
"It did. And something good came of it."
We were quiet again. The wind moved through the branches overhead.
"I should go," I said softly.
He frowned. "That quick?"
"There's something I need to figure out. I just came to check on you."
He didn't press. Just nodded.
I floated closer.
Then, without a word, I hugged him.
He stiffened for a moment—still not used to gestures like this—but didn't pull away. Slowly, he returned the hug. His aura flickered, confused.
"You're doing well," I whispered. "I'm proud of you."
He didn't reply, but I felt it in his aura—a shift, a calm, a flicker of warmth that hadn't been there before.
I pulled back.
"Don't get moody when I'm gone," I teased lightly.
He smirked faintly. "Too late."
I smiled.
And with a shimmer of pink light, I vanished into the sky once more.
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AN: I wasn't originally going to post this, but it felt like a good idea at the time, sorry if it's a little confusing.
If you have ideas on how I can progress the story, or even simple advice on my writing, please feel free to tell me.