Heroica Legends: An Undesired Hope (Pokemon Fanfiction)

Final Episode: The Law of Life

Whatever realm Lucca was in, it faded just as mysteriously as it came. He felt as if he passed out again, but when he came to, he was aware so quickly that it hurt his head. He was sat up on one flipper while the other held his sword straight down to keep him upright. The magical realm of space FinVarra had created with his mutated form was gone, returned to the peak of Dein Nomos, glowing crystal throne and all.

A short distance behind him was FinVarra's corpse. He had returned to being a Primarina, but with a gaping hole in his centre and a puddle of blood expanding below, the results of their attack were clear. Lucca gawked and blinked at it, and then stood steady. "It's over..."

"Lucca!" Mimia cried, making him jump. The Stufful tackled him to the floor before he could turn, nuzzling and hugging him tightly.

"M-M-Mimia, oh gosh, what's this?" Lucca coughed. "Y-you're strangling me!"

"Sorry!" Mimia pulled back a bit. Lucca was still surprised, though. Mimia had a massive smile on his face and his tail wagged so hard it shook his whole form. "I'm just so happy! We did it, we really did it!"

"Don't get too proud! You would have died if I didn't decide to step in this time," a new voice snapped at them. The whole group glanced back and forth before locating who it belonged to.

Sat on top of the throne – not the seat, but the very top of the throne's backrest – was a Togetic with a bothered glare. He was unnaturally large for his species, and a dirtied, torn cape draped behind him. Lucca recognised that face however, and stood up with a serious glare.

"Theria," Lucca muttered.

"That guy was going to kill you, but you already called me so I picked a side," the Togetic explained. He groaned exaggeratedly and floated down to their level, really driving home how big he was compared to them. He wasn't as big as Angel, but comparable. "You know how this goes. Hurry up and tell me what you want from the sword. Better make sure I don't regret who I picked."

This is it, huh? I didn't expect him to be so impatient, Lucca gulped. He looked back over at everyone else, nodded, and then came forward. Mimia and Crystal stood beside him. "This generation is going to be the last. We have several requests for you."

"Several? The last?" Theria's eyes widened. "What do you think this is? You get one command with Dein Nomos. That's the way the sword works."

"I'm afraid not, honey!" Angel sung. She came out of the throne and started poking him. "You've been watching, ain't you? You've seen the hell we've been through to get here. And I know you're sick of having to play this legend, too. This time, it ends."

"Angel- argh, you aren't supposed to influence the warriors. It is meant to be a reflection of the mortal realm. Their choice!" Theria said.

"I didn't influence them. Every choice they've made, every battle, every wish, thought and feeling they have for Heroica is their own. And that just happens to want to free us from this everlasting cycle, too. They want to save us!" Angel put a wing to her chest.

Theria was surprised enough to gawk at her and the group. There was a pause, but he became cross again. "If this legend closes forever, the world will be destroyed you know. Archfiends just like FinVarra and Panzer will arrive in future generations. Without power controlled by legends like us, more wars and conflict will hound Heroica. You could be dooming mortal life as you know it."

"If you've seen our generation, then you know that's not true. When evil rises like that, Pokémon like us will rise to bring balance and peace, powers or not. We're not bound by the actions of the previous generation or ages past, even if history repeats itself," Lucca explained.