Each Past 「Pokemon Watty Awards 2016」

Chapter 7 ♦ Solstice

♦ Dedicated to ShardsOfSapphire/PuddleOfFire for being one of my very first supporters and always being there in the depths of one of my books. You're an amazing writer that has inspired me so much, you don't even know. Flair, you're just amazing hnnn <3 We've grown apart, but I'd like to recover that friendship sometime, if that's OK with you. :) ♦

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"So, let me get this straight." The Umbreon's ruby eyes glinted, seeming far brighter than even the golden glow lighting he room. "You want our help."

I shook my head gently, praying that the raw desperation in my eyes was enough to provide him an answer. No, I corrected, keeping my voice even and calming by wildly palpitating heart. A voice in my head laughed and whispered in my ear, that I was being selfish, but I ignored it. We need your help.

There was a tense silence between all four of us, one thin and brittle enough to slice into with a knife. The Espeon flicked her slim tail, studying me and Jirachi with a hard, unchanging gaze.

Jirachi stared at me, waiting for someone to just say something. She seemed like she knew much more, but was withholding whatever crucial information for later.

Surprisingly, the quiet Umbreon was the first one to speak up, gruff voice flat and masked with an air of false aggressiveness. "Fine." His sister's head snapped up, reeling back and looking at him with a wide-eyed gaze— one of shock and mistrust.

A silent argument between them seemed to ensue, two pairs of crimson-hued gazes crashing into each other, but the Umbreon seemed to win, the opposite creature's head bowing down ever-so-slightly in defeat.

"I'm not agreeing just because you two are Legendaries," he defended curtly. "Your eyes speak for you. There's someone you want to save."

I jerked my head upwards, startled by his frighteningly accurate guess, but the Espeon stepped in.

"The look in your eyes." Her voice was distant— as if she'd locked herself away from the world in fear of bad memories replaying once again— but it held a soft trill as she spoke to me. "It's the look of having lost your sibling."

My eyes widened, incapable of hiding my utter shock. Yes, the Espeon was correct— I had lost Darkrai. He still existed, physically, but his mind was now the complete opposite of the gentle, kind creature I had first met.

I want you back, I want you back, I want you back.

The tears had always been there always there behind my smiling eyes, the longing never leaving my heart.

I just want to save him, I muttered shortly. To show him— and the rest of the world— that it is possible for Legendaries to live as regular Pokemon.