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An Uncertain Future	By : Twill Category: Pokemon > General Views: 12846 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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The pokemon center bustled, the same as when they'd left, but Gardevoir barely noticed. She followed behind Rob, numb where she should be dancing through the hallway to their room. They'd made it out of the Team Rocket building alive and free. Almost.
Rob opened the door and walked straight into Typhlosion, who pinned his trainer against the wall in a furry hug. Rob grunted but smiled. “I'm glad to see you too.”
Gardevoir slipped past them and closed the door, aware of Lucario's piercing gaze from inside the room. She forced a smile, but knew that it wouldn't fool her aura-sensitive friend.
“What happened?” Lucario asked privately through aura.
“Nothing. Everything’s fine.”
“Please don't lie to me, Gardevoir.”
“It's nothing that involves you, so why worry?”
Lucario's expression softened. “Don't be like that. You know I still worry about you two.”
Gardevoir sank onto the bed, letting the soft sheets comfort her with the faint traces of Rob's scent. Humans – humans were the problem, the reason Rob suffered. His own kind.
“What's wrong?” Lucario sat on the bed.
“Nothing.” The weak evening sunlight filtered through the room's blinds to shine annoyingly into Gardevoir's eyes. She didn't have the energy to shift out of its light, and in her current mood, she'd likely tear the flimsy thing off the window in a struggle to work such a temperamental device.
The four of them sat around in silence. Gardevoir lay in bed, fending off Lucario's occasional probing. Every tiny detail whirled around like an incessant buzz in her mind. She should be able to confide anything in Rob. Maybe a few weeks ago she would have, but – she looked at him, slumped in front of the TV, staring through it with Typhlosion at his side, no longer the small, excitable pokemon. So much had happened since their arrival in Ecruteak. The only one who knew everything was Abra, and he only showed up when he found it convenient. She still didn't know what he wanted in all of this.
A knock at the door announced the food Rob had ordered, and they shared a meal. In silence. Gardevoir barely touched hers. The room felt stuffy, hot – too many people for so little noise.
“I'll be back in a bit,” Gardevoir said to no one in particular. She barely got a response from any of them, and she teleported.
Cool air wrapped around her in the dusk breeze. She stood atop the pokemon center's roof to watch over the town. Artificial lights seemed to mirror the stars above, twinkling in a chaotic spray against the darkness.
“Have you made a decision?”
Gardevoir had hoped Abra would reveal himself here. “No.”
Abra stood on the waist-high wall beside her. “You let your enemies gather strength? They're already too powerful for you to defeat.”
“I could destroy them if I wanted.” The very thought of Team Rocket lit a hatred she never remembered possessing, not even as a captive to Wes. “Besides, you're the one who lead me to this.”
Abra snorted. “You refuse to learn. They'd crush you without a thought. I do this because it's what you want. Isn't it?”
“I-” Gardevoir stared out over the lights. How did she get here? “I have to defeat them.”
“Why? What's the point? With my help, you could destroy Team Rocket, but what then? Human's would be no less accepting of you, your relation to that human.”
“That isn't true!”
“Of course it is.” Abra paced lazily on the wall. “Humans are cruel, destructive. You think that woman would have let her child anywhere near you if she knew what you are? They'd have run screaming.”
“No.” The denial felt empty. Even she couldn't manage to put weight behind it. “There are good humans. Rob is.”
“Name another.”
Gardevoir looked up at the small psychic type. “What?”
“Name one other human who knows what you are, or that you'd trust to tell about your human.”
“I-I don't really know many, but I'm sure there's-”
Abra's eyes gleamed in the darkness. “Why don't you think Rob has any other human friends? He knew what fucking you meant. He gave up everything but the barest interaction with his own kind. He knows what humans are like, because he's one of them.”
“That's not true,” she whispered. How had she not seen it? Rob barely spoke to other humans, they barely left their rooms while in town, they hid off the path at night when traveling. She did this to him. “How can I fix it?”
“Fix it? Fix humans?” Abra laughed without a hint of humor. “You can't fix them.” Power exuded from the imposter, a pale aura shimmering around him, beckoning. “You can run from them, hide from them, but they'll find you. They'll never stop. It's in their nature.”
Gardevoir felt transfixed. Abra's power seemed akin to her own. They fell into a synchronous rhythm, ebb and flow. With his help, she could change things.
“I can give you the power to defeat Team Rocket, but there's a price.”
Gardevoir hung on his every word. “How?”
“A sacrifice. I can give you a piece of myself, but I will demand a part of you in return. I will also need a pokemon. The other will not survive.”
Gardevoir snapped back to her senses. “What? You want me to kill another pokemon? Never!”
Abra vanished from the rooftop. “You have my price.”
Wind whipped at her hair, and Gardevoir sat with her back to the wall. Three red dots adorned each palm where her claws had dug in. Never. She couldn't do that, not again. What had felt refreshing before now brought a shiver to her thin body. If only she weren't a coward.
Gardevoir returned to their room below, far darker than the star-lit rooftop. Lucario and Typhlosion lay curled up and asleep in the corner. Rob lay awake on the bed, but remained silent. Gardevoir gently got onto the bed next to Rob, but didn't slip under the covers. It could have been a few minutes or almost twilight before Gardevoir fell asleep, time passed strangely to a troubled mind, but the last she checked, Rob too remained awake.
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Rob shoved a few items haphazardly into his pack. “We'll be heading back west again, to the coast. There's a gym there. We shouldn't be bothered.”
Gardevoir stared at her hands. She didn't want to see the lie on his face. Maybe they'd go to the gym, but Rob intended to work for the Rockets. Anger and despondency warred within her. What right did she have to confront him when she had caused this whole mess? She had to destroy Team Rocket.
“Do you have a map?” Gardevoir asked, her eyes sunken from how little she slept.
Rob pulled out a folded piece of paper and handed it to her. “Here.” The paper expanded into a large picture with words and symbols cluttering the page.
“Where are we?”
Rob pointed. “We're here, and we're going there.” He dragged a finger across the page. “It will probably take a few weeks.”
Gardevoir nodded but continued to look at the map. Most of the markings meant nothing to her, but she'd picked up a few numbers since meeting Rob, and she knew the curly two and angular seven. After a quick scan, she found the two numbers, and her heart sank. Route 27 lay in the complete opposite direction from where they headed.
They'd crush you without a thought. No, she could defeat them, but how could she get Rob to change direction? Or should she even bother to try? Think of how everything else has gone. Nothing they tried seemed to matter. Gardevoir let the map fall to her lap.
She had nothing. Nothing to convince Rob, and nothing she could do to help. Nothing but Abra's offer. Not in cold blood, not even to one of the Rocket's pokemon. What would become of whoever she used as payment?
Rob took the map. “We should get going, no point staying here.”
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They traveled slowly but deliberately, taking few breaks and often eating while marching. No one spoke much. Lucario forced a conversation every now and then, but they quickly died out with nobody to take up the other side. No one had any thoughts they wanted to give voice to.
Gardevoir didn't tire from the trek, she could lessen the gravity around her, but by the time Rob called to stop, she could barely stand. Traveling like this reminded her of when she'd been a Kirlia. Except this time, no one tried convincing her of a better future.
“We'll stop here for the night,” Rob said, his voice just as drained as she felt. He slid the pack from his shoulders and carelessly went about erecting the tent.
They didn't make a fire, instead grinding dry travel rations between their teeth in the failing light. Then they slept, the bare minimum to survive.
Inside Rob's tent, she curled up beside her trainer. Outside, the bleak emotions of her companions jabbed at her mind. Her fault.
“Goodnight, Rob.”
“Goodnight.”
Gardevoir closed her eyes, and opened them once again to a familiar place. Or it should have been familiar. Anemic colors decorated the homey, if simple, interior. She knew she'd been here before. This place was where her mind interfaced with the real world, what gave her the powers she had. But the building itself, she couldn't quite place it.
A square wood table had four chairs around it with an ornate light hanging overhead. An empty counter-top with muted colors and human appliances, a sink the only one she could put a name to, stretched along the wall. Hallways led away in different directions. Color didn't belong here, indicated by the washed out look everything besides herself and the soft glow around the doorways had.
A picture with Rob's face decorated a small, out-of-the-way table. Her mind swam. Why would a picture of Rob be in this place? In fact, why would she choose something like this for her gateway at all? The harder she tried to think, the dizzier she felt.
She banished those thoughts from her mind. It didn't matter. When she'd fallen asleep, she hadn't been thinking of this place, but something must have brought her here. From where she stood in the strange building, she could see another door, bathed in red light. She remembered when that door had gone dormant.
Where others glowed in the soft pale blue and purple, this one had a deeper, red hue. Gardevoir ran a hand along its vivid outline. It didn't feel any different of course, but it signified something, it must.
Abra's cloying voice came from behind. “What brings you here?”
Gardevoir turned to him. “Why you are always here?”
“You would have called for me anyway, so why not save you the trouble?”
“How thoughtful.” Gardevoir stepped away from the door. “What is this place? Why are there pictures of Rob?”
Abra cocked his head, sizing her up, but eventually spoke. “Your mind created this place. Perhaps this is what you pulled together subconsciously.”
“But I-” The dizziness began to creep back, along with a dull ache in the back of her head.
“I wouldn't put much thought in it.” He appeared in the previous room standing atop the counter. “So, why are you here?”
Gardevoir stared down at the ornately patterned carpet. Her mind surely wouldn't have created a detail like that, right? She grunted as the bubble of pain intensified. “I don't know.”
“It's unwise to come here without purpose. You should leave.”
The soft carpet cushioned her footfalls towards the kitchen, palm to temple. “I actually belong here,” she snapped. Rob, she had to think of Rob. Not his presence here, but her mate. As long as she kept her mind off the strangeness of this place, the pain diminished.
“Have you thought about my offer?”
She couldn't sense anything from the creature, but whether an effect of it or this place, she couldn't tell. “Of course not.”
Abra smiled. “Are you naive or in denial?”
A window above the sink looked out into a door-less room with immaculate white walls and a polished tile floor – empty. Gardevoir grit her teeth but didn't respond. Focusing on the room helped even if she didn't know what it meant.
“You'll kill dozens of helpless pokemon, others in the same position as you, to help yourself. But when it comes to save a human you claim to love, it's too unpleasant?”
“I didn't-”
“Or do you enjoy tormenting him and driving your friends away?”
The window. Focus on the window. Gardevoir's hands clenched tight.
“Finally have control for once in your life, even if it's to make them suffer.”
Gardevoir spun and lashed out. She didn't know where the power came from, or how she controlled it, but a roiling blue sphere launched from her hand. It struck a wall, missing Abra.
Pain slid up her spine like a long, frozen claw. Tile struck her knees. The small bubble of familiarity her mind created rippled and heaved. If she had a body, she'd have thrown up. Darkness streaked what little her watering eyes could see.
“I told you it's dangerous to come her, pup.”
Her fragile reality shattered, leaving only pain.
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Lucario walked beside Typhlosion. They'd fallen a fair distance behind the others, but those two didn't notice. They barely noticed anything anymore, always head down, caught up in a dismal view of their future. A contagious mood. And if anything, Gardevoir seemed worse than usual – sick maybe? Her aura felt hazy.
Lucario had seen it before. In her mother, and herself, before meeting a bright-eyed young human, and a caring yet suspicious Gardevoir.
“You seem troubled, Love.” Lucario walked closer to her bulky mate, brushing her shoulder against his flank.
Typhlosion's eyes snapped back to focus, but his shoulders remained drooped. “It's nothing.”
“If I hear that from one more person, they're going to regret it.”
Typhlosion grunted, the spike of mirth barely noticeable through the miasma of negativity her three companions generated.
“Now,” Lucario dropped her general airy tone, “What's wrong?”
“You're the aura master. And have you been somewhere else in the past few weeks?”
Lucario sighed in irritation – why would no one talk with each another? Of course, she could always rely on a male's pride. “So you're jealous that Gardevoir stole your friend's attention?”
“Jealous?” He snorted but lowered his voice. “I'm not jealous of her, and she's not stealing them, she's getting them killed.”
“That's not fair.”
“I know it isn't.” Typhlosion's frame sagged further, making him look like the sun melted him. “But when is it enough? I know she doesn't intend for bad things to happen, but they keep happening. When was the last time you saw Rob smile?”
Lucario could feel the guilt rolling off her mate in waves. “When he was around Gardevoir.”
“She's going to get us all killed. And I don't care how much Rob loves her, he'll break at some point. If he hasn't already...”
Her attempt had only made things worse. The sun beat at their backs, another glorious day: cloudless with a slight breeze. Around them, plants began to yellow from the lack of rain, with patches of brown grasses where shade didn't reach. If she didn't find some glimmer of hope soon, she'd be dragged down with the rest of them.
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Gardevoir squinted into the distance. The faint profile of another human made its way slowly in the opposite direction they traveled in. Few others traveled between the northern cities, not openly anyway.
“There's someone ahead,” Gardevoir sent to Rob.
“Yeah, I saw him.”
“Oh.” Gardevoir kept her eye on the human despite Rob's dismissal. Something felt wrong with him, familiar, yet she'd never met his signature.
The other traveler didn't have any pokemon with him, nor did he seem to be in any hurry. Humans had other types of weapons however, and over a days hard march to the nearest town, Gardevoir wouldn't put anything past them. Psychic energy prickled along her skin in anticipation.
As they drew nearer, the other human didn't move from the middle of the path. He wore clothing similar to what Rob usually wore, but he didn't carry a pack.
“Be careful,” Gardevoir whispered to Rob.
Rob nodded but waved to the oncoming human. He didn't feel worried, in fact, a slight bubble of relief filled him – anticipation?
The man calmly walked right up to them. “Hello, Rob.” Everything happened at once.
Something invisible, but heavy slammed into Gardevoir, throwing her to the ground with a warm, bulky mass atop her. Dead weight pinned her to the ground, but her mind felt it as the human she'd sensed. From the corner of her eye, where the human moved in a blur, she felt a void her powers couldn't touch. No.
Gardevoir struggled with the weight in panic before teleporting a few steps away. By then, the illusion vanished, and Lucario slammed a fist into a familiar Zoroark's face. Too late.
Lucario and Zoroark fought, but Gardevoir wouldn't have cared had they both turned on her. Rob stood, trying to hold in the river of blood that escaped his slashed throat, red spilling through his fingers and down the dark blue shirt he wore before splattering against his jeans, and finally, the dusty ground. Color visibly drained from his face, his skin turning ashen, then white as her dress. He didn't look to her, to the fight. He watched the ground as it rushed to greet him with staring eyes in a wide pool of red. Typhlosion already lay face down in the earth.
The impact of packed dirt against Gardevoir's foot jarred her, and she almost stumbled.
Rob nodded but waved to the oncoming human. He didn't feel worried, in fact, a slight bubble of relief filled him – anticipation?
The man calmly walked towards them. Typhlosion walked beside Rob.
“It's a Zoroark!” Gardevoir saw them wince at her mental scream, but she didn't wait to see if they reacted. She lunged, crashing into Rob and enveloping them in psychic energy. With a small shimmer, they teleported. Not far, she didn't have time to calculate the jump, but far enough to keep Rob safe.
They slammed into the ground, Rob breaking her fall with a grunt.
“What was that for?”
She leapt from him and began charging a focus blast with one hand. “An attack.” Energy pulsed in the palm of her hand, but the fight was over.
Lucario straddled Zoroark's chest and slammed the blunt side of her steel spike against Zoroark's now ruined muzzle. Blood shone on the bright metal. Typhlosion lay motionless on the ground.
She could still feel his life, if fading quickly. “Rob, hurry!” Gardevoir dashed to Lucario's side and grabbed her raised fist – tried to anyway. Her weak grip did nothing to slow Lucario's brutal punch, and steel met bloody flesh again.
“Lucario! Stop!”
“Stay the fuck out of this Gardevoir! He-He killed him!” A haze of purple light shielded Lucario's blow, and the fighting-type turned to Gardevoir, hatred blazing in her eyes. She spoke in a low, dangerous growl. “You're protecting him?”
“Let me do this.”
“He killed my mate!”
“Typhlosion is still alive.”
Blood dripped from steel.
Behind them, Rob skid to a halt, returning Typhlosion to his pokeball without stopping to check his wounds. From the amount of blood that already began soaking into the dirt, Zoroark had managed to inflict a lot of damage before Lucario reacted.
Tears waited to fall from Lucario's large, crimson eyes. “Not for long.”
Zoroark tried to spit through his ruined muzzle, but only managed to drool more blood into his fur. “It's been a while, Kirlia.”
Gardevoir's fists clenched. “Why? They didn't do anything to you. Why attack them?”
Zoroark grimaced in an attempted smile. “I've been following you for a while. Hard to do.” He coughed, eyes drifting in and out of focus. “You murdered our master, why are you surprised I tried to return the favor.”
Gardevoir glanced at the now visible human – unconscious but alive. “You followed me all this way over that?”
“Would you have done any different?” Zoroark grunted. “I just happened to fail where you succeeded. At the least, maybe I killed that pathetic excuse for a pokemon before that bitch took me down.”
“You fucking scum!” Lucario leapt to her feet, hands raised in front of her. Air whipped around them as a massive sphere of bluish-white energy blazed to life. Power radiated from the sphere. Tears evaporated before hitting the ground so close to Lucario's attack. “Get out of the way Gardevoir. I swear I'll take you with him.”
“Lucario, stop!” Gardevoir shrouded her eyes from the brilliant sphere of light, a second sun only feet from her face. “Let me handle this.”
“I told you!” Lucario screamed.
Blocking such an attack would have taken more energy than Gardevoir wanted to use, so she teleported behind Lucario. She pressed a hand to her friend's soft fur, feeling the vibrating mass of tensed muscle and energy. “I'm sorry.”
Gardevoir teleported again, this time, almost to the exact same spot, except Lucario faced towards the treeline, away from the others and Zoroark. The blast of energy tore apart ground and tree alike, leaving nothing but displaced earth and splinters.
“Lucario sagged to her knees, voice hollow. “Why?”
The tone hurt the worst. “I'm sorry.” Gardevoir kissed the top of Lucario's head, and turned, with cold fury eating at her heart, to Zoroark. “Get up.”
“Fuck off.” Zoroark turned his head and spat on the ground.
Her body shook, pale sparks of psychic energy leaping from her skin to ignite the air around her in a soft glow. She knelt on Zoroark's thin chest and placed a hand on his left arm. Energy formed in her palm against the creature's dark fur, and she released.
Zoroark let out a choked off scream, lidded eyes snapping open as he writhed beneath her.
“That's as weak as I can manage.” She took her hand from his arm and grabbed his broken jaw, uncaring of the hot blood that stained her green hand. “I can easily finish what my friend started.”
“Well hurry up then,” Zoroark choked out. His eyes watered from a possibly broken arm. “You're not going to let me go, so why drag this out? You're no good at intimidation, slut. Crawl back to your human. Stick with what you know.”
Gardevoir twisted Zoroark's muzzle, grinding bone against bone before withdrawing her hand. As much as the thought revolted her, she placed her bloodied hand between Zoroark's legs. “I can make sure it doesn't kill you.”
Zoroark breathed hard. “Get off me.”
Could she go through with it? Anger burned within her. She wanted to lash out, to hurt Zoroark for what he did to her, to Lucario, to what he did to Rob in the vision, but killing a defenseless opponent? Gardevoir shoved Zoroark toward the treeline.
Rob knelt beside the unconscious human, but his eyes fixed on her. He didn't speak.
Large trees quickly obscured them from the path where Rob knelt and Lucario collapsed. Gardevoir had hoped to have time to think, but Zoroark didn't give her that, even with his slow, staggering pace.
The dark type stopped, leaning against a tree with his uninjured arm. “Just get it over with. You want to torture me? I don't even care. I'll last an hour, tops. I'm sure you're nowhere near as good as Absol.” Zoroark slumped down against the tree, thick blood leaking from his face. “I assume you killed her too? I don't think Master intended to twist her like that. It's good she's dead.”
Gardevoir paced across a small loamy patch of forest. This was her chance, maybe her last chance. She needed to pay Abra's price. Zoroark would die regardless, so what did it matter if she killed him outright or used his death to better the world? He deserved to die.
“I said hurry up,” Zoroark snapped. His breathing grew ragged, and his eyes wavered. “You already took everything I cared about from me. Don't drag this out. Please.”
“Shut up! You're a monster!”
He chuckled weakly. “Think what you want.”
“Abra, I know you're there. I have your payment.”
“You're crazier than Absol.” Zoroark's eyes began to droop, and his face sagged between labored breaths.
Abra's ethereal form appeared next to Zoroark and examined the injured pokemon. “And yourself? You're prepared to go through with it as well?”
Gardevoir hesitated. “What else do you need from me?”
“A more personal sacrifice. For you, it's time.” Abra turned its full attention to her. “I will guide you, but you control how much you offer. The longer, the more power I can give you, but too long, and you will not have the chance to use my aid.”
She looked at him incredulously. “So you drain my life? H-How much?”
“It's up to you.”
If she didn't, how could she help Rob? Gardevoir lived a long time, longer than humans. And what right did she have to condemn Zoroark to this creature if she didn't submit herself as well.
“But you want to take on Team Rocket, and they have pokemon beyond what you can imagine.”
If she didn't, Rob would suffer, Lucario would suffer. Typhlosion might already be dead because of her.
“Your payment seems to be fading quickly. It won't work if he dies. Decide.”
Gardevoir wrung her hands. Either she destroyed those hunting them, or Rob lived a normal life without her. And maybe it would work. “Do it.”
Gardevoir screamed, or tried to as her mind and body split. She knew pain though, her mind registering the tearing agony. Loss and violence ripped at her strange existence. Nothing existed everywhere. She didn't belong.
Surrender.
She didn't hear the words, rather felt an idea, a concept. Everything that was Gardevoir began to dissolve, chewed away as if by a pack of Raticate. Uncountable, invisible hands grabbed and pulled at whatever she had become. But what she lost, she regained a thousand fold. And it hurt so much more.
The forces of creation itself filled her being, power that shouldn't exist forced into an unsuitable container. Gardevoir's existence howled, thrashed, raged in agony. For Rob. That thought kept her sane, if only just.
Feeling assaulted her reforged body. Blinded, only the feeling of dead leaves against her tender skin let Gardevoir know she existed. The heavy scent of loam and char filled her nostrils. She wretched, bile filling her nose and mouth. Her limbs shook like a newborn Blitzle.
“The price is paid.”
Gardevoir didn't know how long she lay, vomiting onto the forest ground. Her stomach had long ago emptied. If only it had killed her. She opened watering eyes to a dim, blurred view. With watery limbs, she pushed herself away from the pool of sick and slumped against a tree. Not even a trace of Zoroark's blood remained.
She called out to the empty forest in a haggard voice. “What happened to him? Abra!” Nothing. Heaving chest and a mouthful of bile did nothing to distract from the pounding in her head though. She coughed, fighting for breath and cringed at the sharp scent of char.
Gardevoir looked around, and found a small sphere amidst a circle of burned leaves – a ring of glimmering ember continued to extend away from the gem. A deep blue glow radiated from the sphere that seemed made of some strange mix of metal and crystal. Humans considered gems valuable, and she'd seen some of the jewelry they wore, but she'd never seen anything like this. She couldn't tell if it glowed on its own or not.
“Take it,” Abra said. “You paid dearly for it.”
“You!” Gardevoir looked from the gem to Abra, his form more solid than before. “H-How much? It's so small.”
“It can be lost or stolen, but few alive would recognize it for what it is, and none of them human. Very few have survived the process of creating a seed.” Abra walked a semicircle around the gem, smiling at it like a father to a newborn. “Strong indeed. With that, this world is yours. Take it!”
Gardevoir felt a connection to the gentle looking sphere. It hummed as she reached for it, fingers inches from the perfectly round surface and – she snatched it from its smoking nest.
Nothing happened. The gem felt right in her palm, but no surge of power, no struggle to retain her being, nothing.
“It didn't do anything.” She rolled it in her palm, heavy for its size – less than half an inch wide. Her face fell. “When the time comes, will I know, or do I just die?”
“Don't worry little one. I won't kill you.” Abra faded away, leaving Gardevoir alone once more.
A single item, no larger than a small berry, set her path. She had her beacon, but how much had she paid for it? She'd killed before, but not like this. Not even Zoroark deserved to die like that – erased from the world by the power of creation. And her own life, how long? Rob would be better off. “I have to finish this.” Despair threatened to drown them all. Gardevoir pushed herself from the ground with the aid of a nearby tree.
She couldn't have spent long in the forest, the sun remained roughly where it had been before she left, but it could have been days for how weary she felt. Her feet snagged every root and dip in ground. But she clung to her gem, forcing herself onward to where Rob and Lucario waited. Hopefully.
Tentatively, she felt for their presence with her mind. An ill mood hung over the two, but they waited for her. When she had reached for her power however, the gem in her hand warmed, called to her, resonated with the flows of psychic energy she let loose across her surroundings. It hummed pleasantly in her grasp.
Gardevoir reached out with her mind and prodded the serenely colored sphere. Power beyond imagine rushed into her. Too much. The gem linked with her mind, drawing in more – the same energy she tapped during emergencies, but so much more. Gardevoir groaned.
She didn't see her surroundings anymore, she saw for leagues. Every pokemon, every rock, tree, shrub, hill and dried riverbed. All of it cascaded through her mind. Looking in any one spot for more than a second flooded her mind with more information, the particles that made up a Pidgey, the signals traveling through its brain. Shadows multiplied and darted in every direction from each living thing, showing their possible futures, if only a brief glimpse.
She tried to rein it back, but the gem drew more. Her mind expanded to accommodate. Time didn't mean anything anymore. Gardevoir looked around at hundreds of square miles all at once. Their inhabitants, the wind patterns, clouds above, some ready to release rain, most not.
And herself, now a momentous pivot in the world's future. The power filling her brought about the creation of their world, wielded by the gods themselves. Only Arceus itself could rival her. She was a god.
Tears rolled down her cheeks. Such a pitiful body. With all the power to recreate the world, using it came at a cost. She could see now. No living thing was meant to channel such a force, to understand what her feeble mind struggled to comprehend. It ate away at her mind like a rot. Slowly, but to recreate the world would destroy her mind in an instant. She would fail, and destroy every living being in a flash. Meaningless.
Gardevoir severed the connection. Her mind recoiled at the sudden change, sending her senses spinning. Nausea roiled her insides, but found nothing more to expel. She laughed, falling to her knees and grasping the jewel in unsteady fingers. Nothing she could do would completely fix things, but she could do one thing. She could fix things for Rob.
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