>>22945439A bright flash, tingling in the new recreated body.
Around you - the arena, and the same exact gladiator in front of you. You can't change anything, all you need to do - execute commands, try to hit and dodge retaliation. Maybe you're lucky, maybe not, but whether it is important, if you can not die?
Death in battle - a rarity, a luxury for us. Cuts, bites, punches, burns and frostbites - it can not kill us. But this does not mean that it does not hurt. It's always painful, like in the first time, you can not get used to this.
The last thing you remember before losing consciousness from pain or injury - flash. And then another one and then tingling in the body. Again, the arena, but the different one.
Time after time, one battle after another. Over time you stop to count them, victories, defeats. There is no need to eat, drink, or sleep, we appear ready to fight. We live in the fighting.
The key to our lives - a small round capsule. Symbol of our unfreedom. When it drops to your feet you know that now will flash. Then another one, and we are alive again, and again in a new body. Between these two flashes we exist, not live, there is no anything - you or anything around, just your thoughts. I've heard many of Pokemon fated to stay here forever if they do not fight well and become unnecessary. So I try to fight hard as I can.
I also heard that some of Pokemon lives *there* without flashes, without fighting, they have a home where they live.
Live.
Sometimes I reminisce the old, almost forgotten memories. I remember I was little, and the grass was taller than me, I can't reach ends of it with hands. I remember I was running through it,
frightening a flocks of birds, remember rustling of the grass and sound of the wind.
And then I remember the flash.
Sorry for bad english, maybe anyone can fix it. I wanted to write this after looking that picture.