"Did you know?
It is impossible to outrun your own reflection."
After having their eyes opened by their little visit to the well, and despite only dying and reincarnating less than a day earlier, they were dead tired. Deciding to relax just outside, they leaned against a nearby tree, put their flippers behind their head and stared up at the stars. As they did, their thoughts began drifting to their past lives. Like just about everyone, they had good and bad lives. In some their sole focus was on the whole Ascension thing, others they simply wanted to bring hope, and then there were the ones they weren't proud of. One in particular was their least favorite to look back on... Treating their companions like replaceable tools, repeatedly turning their back on everyone, and eventually dying bitter and alone. They decided to just sleep this horrible feeling off and closed their eyes, unaware that their own past was about to come back to haunt them.
Blinking their eyes open, they looked at their surroundings, only to find that they were no longer at Benni's farmstead. Rather, they were in what looked like a vibrant forest straight out of a watercolor painting, with a small mountain and a waterfall pouring water into a small lake a short distance away. Figuring there was no harm in taking a relaxing swim, Lyric began to pull themself over. They dove in and swam around for a short while, deciding to surface by the waterfall to get a good look at their own amazing body. They popped out, landed on a rock that led into the waterfall, turned their gaze, and instead of seeing the good-looking Brionne they were, they instead saw
them...
From the dark blue hair to the cold green eyes, all the way to their worn and torn attire, there was no doubt. They were looking at their past self. The identity they were least proud of. Of it's own accord, the reflection began walking towards the waterfall, and stepped through with ease, and Lyric scooted back towards the edge of the rock, ready to fire off an attack.
"What's wrong," their counterpart taunted.
"Don't tell me that you had all those lifetimes after me and you still couldn't do it!" Lyric knew they were trying to goad them into attacking, into starting a fight that they knew they couldn't easily win.
"There's nothing special about you, Lyric. There never was." They let out a low growl, glaring down at the Brionne.
"Were it not for that special soul you got from Xerneas, you'd just be another face in the crowd. You haven't been able to make any sort of difference in the week you've been here. Just progressively make things worse, without being able to actually save anyone. Your so called 'friends' know it too."
They tried to speak up.
"Ralon-" Their counterpart wasn't having it, however.
"You had to kill Ralon with that stake you stole from Velli. The Sylveon that, may I remind you, now knows you're out there somewhere!" They just hissed with anger.
"And now I'm stuck being a part of you here while you go around and mess everything up for everyone! Useless Pokémon they are, they might've had a chance if you weren't the weak link!"
They wanted to bad to tell them off, to tell them that they were wrong, that they weren't a weak link. But they couldn't. Not in the headspace they were in. Their counterpart was spewing out all of their fears that they kept hidden. Everything they tried desperately to convince themself wasn't true. The corner of their thoughts they had tried constantly to keep from invading their normal thought processes. The waterfall darkened, and the lake with it.
The reflection scoffed, their image distorting.
"No answer? Well, a̴̳̺̺̭̔̀̽̅̈́in't that a shame. Per̵̹̉̋̓̂͝͝haps you'll have one for me n̸̥̖̙̲̾̂͒̆͑̾̾͜ext time." With that, before they could even blink, Lyric was picked up and thrown into the water. Suddenly, they immediately woke up, rolling over several times and breathing heavily. A few beads of cold sweat ran down their forehead. Why was this only happening now? Did it have something to do with the way they died? Was it their overwhelming feeling of guilt for the horrible things they did in that life? Despite all of their questions, they couldn't help thinking instead about those final words.
"Next time."
Did they really intend to start popping into their dreams from here on? They couldn't even consciously do anything, lucid dream or not. For now, they just prayed that the realm of their recent nightmare stayed far,
far, far away from reality. They didn't want anyone else to see their own worst side... nor did they even want to acknowledge it around anyone else, or even themself...
Leaning back once again, they closed their eyes and silently prayed for a good dream this time, as they waited for dawn to break so they could get back to work.
Out of sight, out of mind...
... Or so they hoped, anyway...
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