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4F: The Subjugated King

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I’d like to warn you.

I’d like to warn anyone.

I’d like to tell someone what the real plan is. I’d like to tell them what happens to ones who aren’t assigned to work alongside them. I’d like to tell them what their beloved boss really intends to do with them… and with the King.

Honestly, I’d settle for telling the King. He seems like a reasonable fellow.  And when you wake up, he could tell you.

But there are so many barriers to communication. For one, I’m locked in my cell when I’m not needed.

For two, the King doesn’t know I that exist.

For three, even when I do see someone who isn’t my master, they can’t understand me.

Finally, though you will understand me, it may be too late when we meet again.

The worst part of this is that when I was human, I was unsurpassed in eloquence. People came for miles to hear me orate from atop the castle tower, and even in our youth my dear brother begged me to write his speeches.

And now I’m stuck here, enslaved by a narcissist who would twist the very legacy I left behind, who has through some perverse sort of abuse convinced a child that different races can never get along. Now I’m stuck here, listening to how some freakish descendent of the old king is going to awaken my brother’s friend and destroy everything I worked for.

And I can say nothing, do nothing. I’ve tried to kill the bastard, but that wretched device has done something to my will to fight. I cannot even express my dissatisfaction with murder, although I suppose that’s not, in fact, communication.

My current plan is hardly ideal, but his intentions toward his king are murderous. Is he foolish enough to use me? I hope he is. I’m undead proof it would remove the King’s ability to communicate with the rest of humanity, but wouldn’t all of Pokemon kind like to know what the one-eyed bastard has done to their would-be savior? Every Krokorok in the Kingdom went after the Cofagrigus who took me. I’d gladly face the same fate to spite my master.

But there’s a maiden I’ve heard those freakish shadows mention. A maiden pursuing my element, who has apparently found you. They’ve recommended to my master that he lead with me against her should she defeat his King, on account of some Pokemon or other she normally starts with. Of course, if she makes it far enough, if she wakes you, she’ll lead with you. That would be ideal.

And I, the greatest orator Unova has ever known, shall communicate my displeasure to Ghetsis in silence. I shall throw a match to last living love of my life and let my contempt be known. It will be my honor to be felled by you, Zekrom. Now wake up, and wake up soon: a new queen awaits you.
My entry for this week's #LiteraryFanFiction 4F competition. The prompt was communication.

This story contains big spoilers for the first Pokemon Black/White game, not the second. It is specifically set in the White universe with a female PC, as most of my works tend to be. It also contains copious use of the word "bastard" and a stated intention to commit murder, but the latter is no worse than the games and the former... well, this is deviantart.

I meant to read it a few more times before posting (I drafted it Monday or Tuesday), but health problems of mine and more family crises are getting in my way. I could have to go at any time and may not be back before the deadline, so I posted it now.
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AlternateMew's avatar
The emotion is wonderful. I could definitely feel the hatred written here. Nice use of Zekroms' theme, too. The narrator succumbing to the Ideal. (I didn't mix those up, right? Zekrom is ideal and Reshiram truth?)