Stand my ground and never back down
N stared at the tombstone in the yard beside the cabin. Oz had stayed just long enough to wait for N to tell him of Alice's passing while he had been away in the many months that N had been attempting to achieve his ideals.
Whimsicott stood beside him unwilling to move, with Audino's pokeball in his hands waiting for N's decision.
A breeze blew by. It chilled N to the bone.
First his ideals had been ripped away by the one who had captured Reshiram and now his only friend in the world was ripped away, too? His father had claimed him useless, and maybe he was. He had let the young Alice chase after him and she had only grown more ill in this attempt.
He hung his head, the bill of his hat hiding his face from view as he mused over what to do.
Finally he spoke up.
"Would you like to come with on a journey, Whimiscott?"
"Whim?" The little grass type glanced up at N, blinking at him and trying to discern the man's expression. It was impossible. His face was covered by a hand and his shoulders were shaking. Saddened at this site Whimsicott hugged N's leg.
Later that day a large black dragon of sorts was seen flying over Unova to some unknown distance with someone along with a Pokemon riding atop it.
I know what I believe inside
-Extended Ending-
From the grave arose a black creature, blinking wide red eyes around at its surroundings. It wasn't a large creature no larger than any infant being only a over a foot in height. It's tail curled around a golden mask that held a stubborn expression upon it. At the moment the creature wasn't concerned with that mask but with what had happened instead.
"Yama? Mask... ...? Yamask ya?"
Turning it began to search for a certain person, someone it once held dear.
Pokedex Entry (Black): 'Each of them carries a mask that used to be its face when it was human. Sometimes they look at it and cry.'
Pokedex Entry (White): 'These Pokemon arose from spirits of people interred in graves in past ages. Each retains memories of its past life.'
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