Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24304510-20140416200630/@comment-17970636-20140619015830

Sven lowered his head.

"That's not the worst part though..." He said, his voice a rustle of leaves.

"in the cave, I saw then, fantastic beings... Kyogre and Groudon... They were under both groups controls.... And before I knew what was happening, Four of my support squad were dead... The other three got burned too severely to move... they didn't survive... Then... there was me... Me and my old pokemon... A Sceptile... He didn't survive the encounter... However... DOS did... And for that, I'm thankful."

He took in a shallow breath.

"We tried to catch them regardless.. and they lost their lives... I got cornered by a group of Team Magma's houndour, as well as Team Aqua's Spheal. They caught me and dragged me between the two groups where they took turns attacking me and my Pokemon... DOS and Flare managed to make it through... Sceptile died after Groudon used Overheat."

Sven gasped, trying to stop, but he continued.

"I survived, and managed to make it out... But after that... I don't know what happened. All I do know is that Night isn't a creation of my mind... He's something else entirely. A ghost type, I don't know. But I can tell you that I have killed many a person. I don't know how many.. But the number goes into the dozens."

He looked up and his eyes were clouded, glassy, devoid of emotion.

"My name... was Zenith."