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The next day we continued our journey until we got to the slumbering woods. It was clear by now that we were prepared for this and could face it wihtout any problems. I now knew how storng my team was together and I wouldn't doubt that anymore.

This was how me made quick progress and managed to get to some kind of altar. 

Zorua: Ohh it's pretty here.

Me: Mh.

Zorua: But what now?

Me: We pray and talk.

That was all I could say because I didn't know too. It was a very old legend that these heroes of olt time the shield and the sword were resting here.

Me: I don't know if you are here Zacian and Zamazenta or if you are listening to this at all but please if you are we need your help. My friends here Zorua and Zoroark are not from here and I would like to know the truth. Is there any ways to find Aceus? Please guid us through this. We are at the end of our whits. I don't know what to do anymore. Please I wanna help them.

I was kneeling in front of the two tombstones talking to ghost or who knows what hoping that anything would happen but to be honest I hoped for nothing since I wanted them to stay and don't have any way to get back. I wanted them to be with me. I know I sounded selfish but I didn't wanted to have them leave yet. It was the first time I ever felt like having someone around me I could finally fit in a place.

It was just like having a family around which I never had.

The places around me didn't feel cold like until now.

While I was praying for nothing to happen, the fog around us started to get heavier and hearvier until all of the sudden I couldn't even see anything in front of me anymore.

Zorua: Hikari.

I only had Zorua and Zoroark out of the balls since we are in a forrest and I saw how tired Corviknight was for carrying me over here. I appreciated her hard work and wanted her to rest.

Zoroark: Zoroark!

Before I knew what was even happening both pokemons jumped in front of me protectivly while the fog started to lift itself as fast as it came and two pokemons with scars appeared in front of me.

Me: ... it can't be... Zacian and Zamazenta?

They both nodded at me before Zacian looked behind it for a bit and then coming over to me but instead of stopping he just went past me and Zamazenta was still standing there. It almost seemed as if they wanted me to follow them and so I did what they asked.

Now with Zacian at the lead and Zamazenta at the end protecting us, we all went to a cave which was even deeper in the forrest. It was just a small cave and once we managed to get through it we somehow ended up on a hill. There was once again an altar but this time it seemed different. It looked much older to be precise.

I never knew a place like this existed at all...

Where are we?

Zorua: This looks like the podeum in Hisui!

Zoroark: Roak!

Zorua: This is where we thought Dialga and Palkia! This is where it all went down!

Pardon?!

This?

But we are in Galar Re....

Wait... where is the tunnel?

Where are Zacian and Zamazenta?

When I looked back and stopped looking around I found that we were all on our own. There was no tunnel which was leading here but a stair case. It looked very old too and the fact that we were on a mountain was something else too.

Me: Zorua, Zoroark! 

The moment I called their names, they got the gist and prepared themselves for battle. Something felt bery off here. I didn't even think that we were in the galar region anymore. It all was a bit weird and I knew something was wrong when all of the sudden something which looked like portals opened up.

Me: No way...

My eyes went wide when I saw that there were three portal that started to form. Each one of them grew bigger and bigger in size.

What is happening?

Where are we?

Dang it!

Is this even safe?

I mean Zacian and Zamazenta lead us here...

It should be safe right?

Oh please be!

I don't want to get them in trouble!

I just don't want to lose them!

I can't!

I Can't lose them!

NOT NOW!

NOT HERE!

NOT TODAY!

With my resolve up, I had them prepared for battle and was sure I would be able to direct them if I had to. 

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