"So, any idea who this is?"
"Huh? Why would Mac kn--?"
"You don't know about Cresselia?" Mac whispered back. "She's the Lunar Guardian. Her and Darkrai control dreams and nightmares. Which means...."
"Mac, on this whole journey, how many did Legends did me and Ari actually know?"
"Wait, she's a--?" Still, the closer he looked, the more...legendary-ish she seemed. Even more so than the twin fish people had.
Cresselia smiled at the trio. "You have no need to be nervous. Yes, it was I who crafted that dream world for you. As I do for all I deem may need it." Her smile turned forlorn for a moment. "You have indeed struggled far more than what should be expected of you. This place is...a sanctuary of sorts. A place to rest. A place where those who have suffered can escape from the world for a while. I apologize if it felt sudden. I must admit I am rusty with talking with people."
Well, she seemed nice anyway.
"Did you....want us to stay here?" Mac asked.
Cresselia gave a laugh. A laugh that sounded like moonbeams and starlight, if that had a sound, and shook her head. "Goodness no. I can't keep people who don't want to be kept. All I wished was to give you an offer." She grew a bit more serious then. "You have encountered these Godslayers multiple times now. And you have come through each fight. I must ask....do you intend to face them again?"
It would be nice if he could just straighten his shoulders and go, "Of course!" like he had with Celebi. But wanting to be a Chaser and wanting to go off and fight a bunch of bloodthirsty killers was a whole different thing. "Well...actually, I'm scared," he said, looking down. "Those...you said Godslayers? Those Godslayers..." he shuddered. Even the very name sounded terrible and...somehow wrong. Like, people weren't supposed to go around killing gods. "They're super strong, and they don't care about killing gods, or even who they kill to do so. That's scary, and terrible, and just bad." He emphasized the last word. "I don't know...what do you guys think?" he looked at Mac and Kazo.
"I mean, I'm not actively hunting them down...," Kazo muttered. "But if they try to kill someone else while I'm around, I fully intend to face them...,"
Kazo was so brave. Was it wrong that Ari wasn't like that? That he was scared, that he didn't want to always be fighting. He wanted to be stronger, to make others proud, but he didn't want his whole life to go like that. Once he made his people proud, then he could go about living a peaceful life and getting baths from his mom and exploring graveyards with his best friend. Fun things, things he couldn't do anymore. At least not till he became strong enough to protect that kind of life. But I wish I didn't have to do that at all, he thought. Fighting bad guys...I always thought that sounded so cool...until I ended up doing it myself.
"It's time for you to lose." Apanie said bluntly.
Really, she was no fun. And also overconfident. Or maybe that was him. No, Easter thought. If I were overconfident, I would have started with my heavy-hitters right away. Actually, I used to do that all the time. But fighting against her had shown him the error of his ways. Still, there was something therapeutic about throwing a giant pink ball at useless dark or dragon types. If she were a dark or dragon type, he thought. But no, she wasn't, and he wasn't about to let himself get distracted, not now.
Not when she was firing a Thunderbolt into the sky.
Suddenly getting a very, very bad feeling, Easter concentrated on the sky himself. Almost unnoticed amidst the spectacular light show going on with the Rotom, a shooting star fell through the sky.
He watched, hands clasped, as the bolt hovered in midair before crashing back down on Apanie. Is this...a suicide attack? he thought in disbelief. This was the kind of move one used against a legendary, not during a spar on a ship flying through the air. He glanced around suddenly, looking for a familiar Pidgeot gijinka. Captain will kill me if I somehow force one of his crew members to kill themselves...and then kill me twice more for letting her ruin the ship. Faintly, he could hear Brooke shouting, though he couldn't make out what she was saying through the crash of thunder. The air started to tingle, and the fairy type could feel his hair stand on end.
The electrical energy around Apanie began to grow, creating a crackling maelstrom of lighting around the girl. Then she held both of her hands up, her stance wide, an intense expression on her face.
As a blast of electricity arrowed toward him, the only thing Easter could think was, Damn, should've saved my shield for this. As it was, he didn't even try to avoid the move, knowing that that would only be a waste of energy. And even if he did avoid it, if there was somebody behind him... While he might be strong enough to take it, there was no guarantee that anybody else would be, save Captain, Clyde, and maybe Denku or Brooke, though it was apparent that Apanie was a higher level than either one of them, and maybe him too. But what he lacked in pure power he made up for in experience.
So the Sylveon stood his ground as the attack reached him, crossing his arms in front of his face and whipping his feelers out to reach the ground. The more parts of him connected to an insulator, the better.
And then his vision turned white.
The fairy type almost fell over, limbs jerking uncontrollably. Gods, if I thought that Thunderbolt was bad, this was ten times worse. To add the cherry on top of the cake that was this fight so far, he was now paralyzed, and he could taste blood. I think I bit my tongue.
Still, somehow he had managed to retain his position atop the stage, and he straightened, limbs still twitching. If I try to attack now, I'll probably lose control at the last minute and hit somebody else. He felt something drip into his eyes. "You made me bleed," he huffed. It was then that his prior move took effect, and he felt the wounds closing up as strength surged through his body. His legs stopped shaking, and he brushed sawdust off his skirt.
"You're still up," Apanie's voice shifted a fraction off its usual monotone. Her eyes sharpened, taking in the sparks still dancing across his skin. "One way or another I'll win," her voice distorted near the end as a gloomy violet fog surrounded her, and then, like clouds rolling across the sky at jet speed, they rushed toward the fairy type, surrounding him and eating away at his weak spots, magnifying them tenfold.
He knew this move. Hex. It was always a pain to deal with. Literally. He gritted his teeth as the smoke seemed to dig its way beneath his skin, letting out a grunt of pain as he rode out the wave. Still, even through the agony of the move, he felt something deeper, something...more.
This was the life, this was what he lived for. Death-defying battles, fighting for dominance, not knowing whether you would live to see the next moment, but grasping for it anyway. Pain dealt both ways, and the pride of giving everything you had and more. Nobody was holding back now.
When the smoke finally dissipated, Easter was taking in great gulps of air. "Heh, that was nasty. I like that," he bared his teeth in a facsimile of a grin. "But those are ghost types for you. Now, let me show you how fairy types work." He gathered power beneath his hands, revealing a familiar pink sphere. "You could say we have a certain je ne sais quoi." The orb flew at Apanie.
Perhaps it was a mark of how much damage she'd taken, but the Rotom wasn't able to avoid it in time. She panted for breath, a cut bleeding on her lip. Her brow furrowed, the first sign of actual frustration he'd seen from her, and she snapped her fingers once more, electricity sizzling across her skin. Not a second later, she was streaking toward him, and he felt sparks race across his form once more at the impact.
"Heh...heheheh...hahaHAHAHA!" the fairy type threw his head back and laughed, eyes wild and uncontrolled. And then...he stopped. Just as suddenly. "Well," he smirked through lidded eyes, his voice lowering into a purr. "I thought I'd try and be careful. After all, I don't want to burn the ship down. But you're just so interesting. It's really too bad you're a girl," he sighed as the yellow form shot toward him again.
He swayed backward as he got hit once more, and yet, rather than collapse, he balanced on his feelers, falling into a backflip, and straightened to look Apanie in the eye.
The Rotom stared at him, her own eyes narrowing. "What are you doing." While the words were arranged as a question, the tone came off as a flat statement.
"You know..." he mused, apparently ignoring her words. "We both lied earlier. At the time, neither one of us had shown our trump card. Well, you've shown yours, and now it's time to show mine," he beamed so brightly his eyes sank into crescents. "Though I confess that this will be the first time I've used it. Let's hope there aren't any...accidents, shall we?" his voice sang through the air like bells, but Apanie, and perhaps some of the others, would be able to feel his aura clearly in that moment. Aggressive, powerful, and edged in madness.
"This is..." he breathed, shifting his stance. In the next second, he was already moving, a pale pink blur crashing into Apanie with all the force of a shooting star. "My last resort."
Keanu watched, as the attack struck Yveltal in the chest. The dark type shouted as the electricity leapt through her body, and shot through her aura. She hesitated, standing still, head thrown back, before stumbling. Yet she still remained standing.
"Oh gods," Keanu muttered. This was the end, wasn't it? They were going to die, here and now. This was what he got for trying to be a hero, staying to help his friends. Heroes never lived long, after all.
He would know.
The woman lowered her head to look at him and Marie, but for once, she didn't move. Puzzled, Keanu stared back. He felt like he was sweating bullets right about now. Finally, she sank to her knees, and then sat cross-legged on the ground with her head hung, breathing slowing so much that it was hard to tell she was taking a breath at all. "That's enough." She said, her voice cold but not as threatening as before. "You have fought for your lives harder than most. I will no longer fight you, Chasers."
"Oh thank the Tapus," Keanu groaned as he collapsed himself. "I think I got chicken skin from that. And of course we did! I rather like living, after all."
Yveltal glanced over in the direction of the main battle. "They still fight. Bring them the boy's body. That will stop them...The world has changed much in my sleep. You are not like the Chasers I knew but you are....something. Something worth preserving. For now."
"Well, thanks, that's reassuring," Keanu responded sarcastically before looking over at Blake, his previous snark dissipating into grief. "He...he might've gotten a little lolo near the end, but...his heart was in the right place." He felt sick, seeing the Zoroark who had so passionately tried to help his people, lying there, dead.
Oh Manaphy, he was going to throw up, wasn't he?
Choking down the bile that threatened to rise up his throat, the Pikachu staggered upright. "We...should try and get the others up again," he muttered, digging through his berry pouch for a handful of Sitrus Berries, first approaching Randy, and then the mysterious Pikachu, forcing their jaws to chew the fruit into pulp, and then lifting their heads and blowing on their noses to make them swallow. It was then that he noticed something...strange about the other Pikachu.
"Wait, what?" he gaped. "You're not a Pikachu at all!" the shock was too much for him right then, and he fell over, landing on his butt. "It's too early for this," he grumbled. "Or late, whichever."