Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon. I'm pretty sure I already said that.
My name is Sterling. I am the last soulstealer. Hah. Soulstealer. I never asked to be brought into this world, never wanted to be nothing but a shell of a girl and a pawn. Platina and I used to joke about this, back before the spell binding her borrowed soul to her body wore out, and she was no more. Once there were more of us, others like me and Platina. Red, Blue, Green, Yellow, Gold, Crystal, Ruby, Sapphire, Emerald, Diamond, Pearl, Black and White. Oh, and Silver, the boy I replaced. I am a shifter, able to change form at will. Do you remember me, Platina? I kept my form just for you. Raven hair like yours, blood red lips and pale skin. But my eyes are nothing like yours. They are the things I can't change about me. One eye silver, like the boy I replaced, and one purple, like the girl whose soul animates my false body. We all served a man who used us as pawns, giving us beasts of the elements to strike fear in his enemies. Everyone but me was allowed to keep their personalities as the living, everybody but me. I was created because the one I replaced spoke out against our master. My heart was his first, the little silver pendant around my neck, pulsing for the heart that doesn't exist. His friends, Gold and Crystal, hated me. That doesn't matter now. They are dead too, the spells worn out as well. Funny how I, the girl without a soul, was the one who killed our master. After that, we all parted ways, trying to find what we would do with the time we had left. Platina and I challenged the Battle Duo, the strongest element tamers around. We beat them, with our beasts of fire and water, and we were the new Duo. Now there is only one, a girl who just sits and waits for the day she too will disappear. Are you waiting for me, Platina? Where ever you are, please wait. I am fading, my body turning back to the stone statue I used to be. My heart no longer pulses, and I am fading. I am Sterling, who is- who was the last soulstealer. Is there anybody, I wonder, to remember me? I see the boy who loved me run up to me as I disappear in a flash of light. He picks up my heart, which is once again only cold metal. Remembering is the only way the people who die stay alive in a way. After all, I am the soul of a girl who died a long time ago… and who is dying now.
A short little thing for an idea I came up with. I'm sorry for this being just rambling and nonsense, but it was an idea I'm testing out. Again, please don't kill me for the terribleness.