God? - OUTDATED

It was a black kind of day, the kind where the clouds are so dark it looks like night. But the rain fell gently like a soft mist rather than sharp full droplets. On this day, she stood in the field outside the house with her head tilted up to the sky. So that those soft rain droplets fell gently, kissing her face. As the chocolate brown and white emolga staired to the sky, the wrappings around her wrist and tail grew wetter and wetter, expanding from the water and slipping off only to be caught in the wind flying up into the sky and out of sight. She turned to watch them fly, gazing lazily after them. Wondering for maybe a second before turning back to the east. To a lost little island.

Oh, how she wished that the wind would catch her wings and she could fly away into the sky out to the east. But the wind never came, and her wings would never catch it. So there she stood gazing up into the sky, hoping to peer through the black clouds up above where something wretched stood.

The beast was an abomination, that is what some called it, the ones that had the rare chance to see it, that is. But an abomination was far from what the creature was. Those people did not know why they thought it, maybe because it was created out of science rather than naturally. This scared the people; they did not know how they knew this; they just did. Some convinced themselves that it was just a thought, to put it in a box and move along. But somehow, the box would always open itself again.

The emolga knew of this knowledge; it had seen the beast before, once in a glimpse of a dream. Not really a dream; the sweet emolga never did dream, so it was more like something just out of the corner of your eye, something that you can see but not quite process.

She only ever had one dream ever in her life, and it was right after she had hatched. As she lay sleeping on the couch well, the others discussed her very existence right out of earshot. She dreamed then of god, Arceus. Of his thousand arms that forged the world, and why.

She stood on a glassy plane; it was a floor of water and glass, both simultaneously. A foggy blackness stretched onwards in all directions. She turned about, looking around, seeing only a red dot. As her misty half-thoughts spun, she stepped forward towards it without any sense of control. She walked for what felt like miles but took only seconds before stopping; the dot had not gotten any closer. So she looked up; the sky was full of thousands of stars, not stars, lightbulbs and glow-in-the-dark star stickers plastered against the inky darkness. The lights hung early still, too still not a single gust of wind to move them. Then they blinked and he blinked and she blinked and the whole world blinked. It felt suffocating. Thats when she saw him there, in the sky, Arceus.