As I made my way to the battlefield...I could see all the pain, The war and lives...taken. Over what...a trivial disagreement? A huge shame it is that lives...have to be wasted over such a measly small solvable issue. I...I wish I could have done something about it. But...I lack the strength to...stop such a thing. Feeling so useless...and helpless...in a war. As I stood a distance and tried to ponder my choices. I...don't know what my Father was up to. I could only assume it would be beneficial. As I watched painfully...I could only sigh with a heavy breath.

Me: Why...must This happen? We couldn't surrender...we're not cowards...but...we're not violent either.

It's a shame though...we did have more mercenaries than just Nezva, if you were never informed.

One of our fearsome aerial fighters was FlameFeather. Great mobility and had great endurance. He had a predictable strategy, but near impossible-to-avoid flight of attacks. He didn't just  go with a traditional talon attack. He had...interesting methods...his Flying/Fire mix was a terrifying combination, setting flames to areas he wanted to trap his enemies. And using his gusty wings to strengthen the fire. Some...were killed. Some fled back seeing the flame-wall futile of continuation. He was extremely useful, and wasn't as blunt as Nezva when it comes to power.
He was...always isolated and quiet though. Never really...socializing with the rest of our citizens. He must of had social anxiety, which slightly confused me. Since I studied other species and primitive behaviors. But...despite his excellent battle tactics and stoic power.
He fell...and met his end...
Of course, they were honored beings with their heroic positions and efforts. One thing that was a downfall with everyone...including my Sister. They usually didn't work well together, lacking teamwork most of all. Perhaps...if they kept that in mind. Maybe the battle WOULD have won in our favor.
There was...one...impressive Pokemon that had my attention for a while...that even got close to Nezva in his elemental powers.
His name was Havoc-claw.

He was different amongst the rest of everyone. Driven by his "rage of justice" as he so justified it. Craving the pain of The enemy, and passionate of righteousness. What made him interesting...was how he tried to justify bad Morales into good ones. In his own way, "re-inventing the darkness", or "corrupting the bad". With his unique-yet illegitimate-mindset-, it drove me to study him. Well, he was a rather violent individual, and loved the feeling of physical exertion of it. But he was never hotheaded or short tempered. And he wouldn't dare hurt anyone under my Father's rulership. He never meant ill intent...just loved to fight.

Seeing his violence hazardless to us; we tried to put his power to use. We...subconsciously feared his havoc would come upon us in bloodlust...gladly we eliminate that suspicion before it occurred.
And he dealt a mighty blow to our enemies. But...still. His grand fate was death...
Of course, like Nezva. Saw his ideals more superior than ours, therefore losing. I felt we were running out of options here, and fast.
One thing that was a little..."side conversation" that sat in the back of my head. Was how smart the Human kind was. Why couldn't they use their far grander intelligence to aid us in this war? They only showed fear when asked to participate. Ironic...
Even in my time. The Human kind consider themselves the most perfect life forms on. The. Planet...even a Pokemon. Wounded 'till the edge of death...will fight until their last breath...
But a Human is ready to beg for their life when back into a corner...

I'm also extremely dissapointed that the close apprenticeships Nezva were training. They all perished with her. They...didn't even get a chance to really live. If I remember correctly- 5 of them she had.

The youngest dark type...I don't think I can remember the names. But. Explaining each individual.

He seemed like a young, yet spunky fellow who could make a intelligent foe against enemy forces. Didn't talk much, but I'm sure he could have been a major stronghold in our Milatary.

Then came the sharpshot of the team, another who lost his life before he could flower into adulthood.

It's like...I could see them becoming their own heros in their later lives...something far greater that would soon be noticed by my Father. Nezva's personal team of super soldiers...

I am also saddened I couldn't let their potential might fill me with that...bliss I could have fantasized about. I know they could have...would have been legends. But our kingdom didn't need fighters.
Or...maybe at least if they grew up.

I think at that time, when Nezva was raising these children. I was perhaps too judgemental of her. I always saw my way the best...the smartest. Feeling violence was a ultimately futile way of doing things.

But reasoning won't always save you, and it took a war to see that. In this aspect. Perhaps she was the smarter one. Forming a bond with these warriors, and making a champion out of them. I would have never thought of such. Maybe that's why I never spoke to her. I always demeaned her idealogies, and perhaps her humility is what made her silent. Speaking of that, the last one was smart though-he...

.......actually, I'd rather not talk about him...
Nevermind-

Hoping that I could comprehend a logical conclusion. It bewildered me...that we would come to a war, let alone lose with some of the most effective attributes provided; especailly when we were associated with the Human kind. We are known for productivity and welcomness. Not violence and destruction, yet we could very easily impose such fear. I refused to believe we were being attacked for trivial reason, no. There had to be a greater cause...
After thinking some more, whilst watching the fighting from a distance. I...saw something rather suspicious. Nezva was running...away from the fight? That's one thing my Sister is well known not to do. Run. Or...was she being lured...

Sparking my curiosity, I followed behind. Of course, I would have to traverse through the ongoing fight, but I made it through. I almost got impaled or cut a few times. But, when I found out where my sister was going...it...seemed it was a cave of some sort. I was too smart to fall for such a obvious trap. So I...waited to see the outcome. Until...she was followed. I could only conclude it was a trap. She may have been mighty, but she wasn't intelligent...as I feel I must state.
But...the scary part was, it...actaully wasn't her...
As soon as I followed in, she wasnt there! Maybe this wasn't a trap for her, but me! I realized that all too late, when a dark bipedal figure, wielding a unique sword was menacingly standing over me. He had a wicked evil smile on him, and was going to claim my blood.
This was how I met him; our first encounter...
Knowing how all my intellect and calculations for sideswiped by such a sneaky maneuver. I couldn't help but feel my life was over. And my throat filled with a fearful, yet defensive growl. The Zoroark just kept in a slow menacing approach. This...very moment, I could think of nothing. I had never seen such a Mercanary...

But until he struck, did I dodge. And as soon as I got a clearance, I fled as fast as I could, but it seemed I was only playing his game. He didn't pursue, strangely enough. But I found myself back into the center of the battlefield, and I was easily depicted as a target. Some tried to attack me, but I made sure not to get struck.
Until my "real" sister saw me interrupting the battle; seeing it as her shining point to prove her ultimate might to our kingdom and Father. In fact, she was so irritated by it, she even tried to shoo me off, by throwing out rude remarks to leave the field. Telling me, I was simply too weak to fight, or, just getting in the way and would ensure failure, if I did not retreat. It...slightly broke my heart to hear these words.

My own Sister, my blood relative. Was....calling me weak. We both had our strongholds...violence...was not nearly one of them.
But as so on as I fled to saftey, I had to immediately warn my Father of such a deceptive foe. However, he wasn't were he ahould have been. For once my Father wasn't in us throneroom? He had to be up to something, and I intended to find out...
Searching far out of our territory, almost nowhere did I fins my King. At this rate I was panicking. For such a controlled, calculated and well thought out individual, yes I was losing control. This fight was all too much to take in. The bloodshed and confusion, it was all getting to my head. So I returned in my tracks hoping to find him.

Well...I did...but not to the sight I had wished...
I had spectated the fight for a painful 30 minutes, whilst thinking of a peaceful alternative, and had been searching for answers elsewhere; thinking my Father could be a first. But this is the part when it all came down.
Finding my Father lying on the ground, presumably dead or severely injured. When I came to him though, he was cut up...but he was smiling in triumph, and said "It has been done....it was well worth it." I didn't know what he meamt by that, but then he spoke to me. I nearly started hysterically crying to see my Father; my King fallen to the edge of death. But despite his end...it seemed he made well use of his life, and was able to go out with a final resort. At least knowing this has made me feel,proud to have such a smart King, and Father.

But the war wasn't done there even though the King was somehow slain. It wasnt until long when the same Dark Mercanary pulled off another gross trick...
Using my Father as a trick to kill Nezva, amd it worked. He stabbed her multiple times, until she bit his leg to the bone. Hurt and disabled, he went recover, seeing his mobility tarnished by pain. However, Nezva didn't make it out...

As she was bleeding to death. I at least made sure she could see her Father before her death. She endured and stayed determined, nagging herself to continue.
And even though the both died, they said they could at least have the best death. Being able to rest with happiness and a smile with them, while hurting together. This is ALSO hand the trio came up; the Jirachi, Hoopa, and Victini came up. That deal, whatever it was...they allowed me to live in, while they died. Their powers not being able to restore their life force, as well losing the war and Zetrick Kingdom overthrown and disgraced...

But...I know someday...it'll come back. I promised myself, my Sibling and Father...that I would not let their efforts to forgotten.
And it hasn't. But this is just the Beggining of the uprising...the second phase is at hand, and just now my enimies appear to stop me in the journey.
I won't...let it go. I won't let my home be forgotten.
I won't let my tale go overlooked. For I-Ezahn Gigawatt-will fulfil the commandment of my Father! Only then will my tale be seeled, and this world appreaciate what a glorious period of history this timeline really was.
Zetrick Kingdom...will be reborn.