#ask sinope

Except there is one.

You see a ragged old Mew laying by a pool, her tired gaze distant, her fur marred with large burns. She is almost as still as the land around her- if not for the movement of her sides with each breath, you might have thought her dead. Even as silent as she is, though, you can feel the power within her- you can feel it is an ancient being.

You can guess it would be a very bad idea to frighten her.

Do you approach?

Mew: “Oh, wow, you’re powerful! Like, REALLY powerful! Like me! Hey, were you asleep? Sorry about that. You’re sleeping really close to the water, I don’t want you falling in! What’s your name? What is this place? What’s the square root of 2? How come there’s no one else here-?”

(…The immediate flurry of excited questions is probably NOT what Sinope needed to wake up to. But Mew doesn’t know that.)

So excited and happy.... as the ragged old mew looked at her visitor, prepared to snap them away, she was stilled. She'd been like that, once.... eager and happy and ready to change the world...

Finally, she spoke.

CC: Hello, are you okay?

At first, she didn't respond- didn't even move beyond a flick of one ear. But this was no ordinary pokemon behind her, or even an ordinary mew. There was a power she could sense, similar to her own, and yet...

“Oh… You look like you’ve been through a lot.”

“Are you alright dear?”

It was, of course, entirely possible this pokemon wasn't an Arceus. Perhaps the coat was simply mimicry. But the similarity, the aura, was close enough that the ragged mew was instantly filled with sheer alarm.