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Requests: Longing for a Past Life

by Sciencewars

Sciencewars A story about a smol ghost, requested by @Prince Noir ! Like and Comment, if you will!
Legends say that deep in the sandy Desert Resort of the Unova region lie ruins. Ruins of many years ago, a castle climbing down. Many Pokemon wait inside. Nobody knows what they wait for. However, there is one that waits, that lives, for something more.
Max, wait up!
Shifting sands basked the area of the ruins as Trainer Marcus strutted through the ruins. Sandile and Krokorock littered the area, his Lilligant easily taking them out. Him and his Pokemon turned a corner when his eyes widened. A alter stood in front of them and on top was a bright gold mask.
Max, are you there? Max? Where are you?

The mask shook as the trainer backed away. Dark mist swirled around it. Everything went white as it formed a sphere on the mask. When Marcus opened his eyes, the mask floated in the air as if it was lifted. A small, black being faded into view, looking down at the mask, a deep blue liquid streaming out of it's eyes and onto the mask.
Max? Brother, don't leave me! Brother!
I love you.

Marcus reached for the creature, wary of the ghostly figure. Something beckoned him towards the mask. His hand reached to it before everything went black.

Pokemon Black: Each of them carries a mask that used to be its face when it was human. Sometimes they look at it and cry.
Pokemon White: These Pokémon arose from the spirits of people interred in graves in past ages. Each retains memories of its former life.