'To Be King'

I am a Pokemon, but I can still remember.

I can remember the luxury, the splendor, of all those days passed.

I remember the days when I was not a Pokemon, when I was a man.

I wasn't a carpenter, or a grave-digger, or a lord or a lady. No, I was above that. I was a king!

And I ruled my land to the fullest extent of my power. I punished the rich and squandered the poor. I made slaves of the citizens for my own, glorious ends. I built ziggurats and pyramids the likes of which the Old Lands never knew.

But in my infinite wisdom, I came to see the local wildlife, those dubbed Majuu or demons or gods on Earth, and saw they had potential. In my infinite power, I obtained their herds and put them to work.

For now, my people could rest easily, as monsters once feared were made to do the bidding of men.

My empire expanded from its pitiful desert settings to the entire peninsula, nay, to the entire region. But, I wanted more.

In my infinite compassion, I saw that we, the chosen people, were prosperous, and seeing that those less worthy in the eyes of the Greats were not as prosperous, I took it upon myself to spread my prosperity to them.

However, they did not see it from my divine point of view, and the savages of those lands rebelled.

Before my armies of monsters, the armies of men dissipated like so many leaves in an autumn wind, but my monsters were stupid and could not hold an area for long.

Countless years were spent mucking about in those wild woods, as my own prosperous empire fell to the wayside.

Local squabbles, uprisings from savages, and the arrival of the new "Plazeh Mah" organization threatened my rule, and very soon, my life.

As I got on in years, I became painfully aware of how much closer I was to losing everything I had worked for. I had to preserve the throne, or risk its loss within a year of my death.

So, in my infinite wisdom, I fashioned a plan.

In my infinite power, I had a secret chamber constructed, where a special tomb lay waiting.

In my infinite compassion, I sealed myself away in the coffin, promising that I would not die, but I would return.

As years gave way to decades, centuries, millennia after that tomb door closed, I witnessed my body break down. But, true to my word, I did not die. Instead, I was birthed as something new. I had become a new creature, a Majuu!

Now, I am under the thrall of an insolent little whelp, who currently travels the globe in search of greatness. But, I remember who I am.

I may be a Pokemon now, but I remember my divine prestige, and my divine right.

And, once I am free of this loathsome bondage to this serfchild, all of my kingdom will remember that as well.