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Chapter 15 ♦ Heroes

♦ Dedicated to Phenomexx for being my fabulous shit of a bro. I guess. I still hate you uwu but maybe you'll redeem yourself with ghost-kuns and vest-kuns and fangirling over shet and writing poems about ferid. ye. (let's! go! home!) ♦

...i have nothing to say i'm very pissed can I get out of here

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❝ We all want to be

like those fairytale heroes of our childhood

and save everyone

be a hero of justice

don't we? ❞

Cresselia

It didn't hurt as much to see the Mawile go.

I didn't quite know why, but although my heart did ache to see the sleeping figure, it brought an odd wave of calmness and serenity that was more than enough to outweigh the choking stone in my chest—as if the little creature's peace was alleviating the guilt of just having killed yet another Pokemon.

A ruby glow rose from the lifeless figure, shaping itself into a compressed sphere of fairylike light that shone with a happiness not unlike that of the Umbreon or Espeon that we'd first seen off, or the twin Ponyta that had let go of their life in order to seek true bliss.

The soft flap of skin on Jirachi's belly opened, revealing the hidden emerald optic that shimmered with an intense radiance—and, with a silent flap of her two streamer-like extensions, the scarlet orb was gone, having being swallowed whole by the ever-staring eye.

Before I could even say a word, the mythical Pokemon turned to me, shaking her head and closing her third eye once again. "You do not need to apologise for anything," she sighed. "Those previous times were not your fault. I was the one who was not strong enough to face death."

A tiny smile formed on the creature's face, and she looked at her hands with an mixture of emotions. "I am the weakest here, but I will learn," she mumbled. "Perhaps...perhaps undertaking this was good for me after all."

Meloetta flew up behind her friend, blue eyes wide as she put reassuring hands on the wish-maker's shoulders. "You really have changed, Jira." Her voice was teasing as the Legendary's nickname left her mouth; yet, a sense of pride and relief was evident in her melodic tone. "That's good."

"Indeed it is," I agreed, and a length of silence followed—and, to break the uneasy quiet, I continued speaking. "Anyway...we need to get back on track. Assuming that this was Passion, and that we have already obtained Solstice and Unity—I suppose only Justice and Hope are left."

Jirachi lifted her head, the next two lines of the poem—prophecy of sorts—spilling forth as if it had already been imprinted into her mind. "Everyone strives for the heroes' allure," she mouthed, "but we may all fall to darkness's comforting lull."

A hero's allure... Though we might have been Legendaries, we'd heard our share of the childish fairytales that younger Pokemon would learn—they had, after all, been a form of passing time in our infancy. She remembered those gaudy "heroes" of the book, always too perfect to be true—they never made any mistakes. No wonder I always disliked these stories.