Chosen One

Patrick...

Eevee POV

The darkness slowly fades to colours as my vision finally escapes from its prison.

"Patrick..." His electric eyes reveal a broken soul.

"I knew you'd come back."

We both stand, and as our eyes lock, I feel a tear start to well in my eyes, "I can't leave; we haven't travelled the world yet."

Patrick chuckles, his insistent eyes drawing closer to mine, "I..."

"Adaptation mage!!" Tricky jumps on me, forcing me to fall back onto the Ground, "The Adaptation woke up, Tricky is so happy. The nightmare, Tricky was scared that Tricky couldn't release the Adaptation mage from. Xannon's riddle, Tricky figured out. Saved the day, Volt mage did."

"C'mon, Tricky, Eevee needs some space."

Tricky gets up from me as I stand, "Why haven't the others woken up?"

"Tricky's fault, that is."

"What!" Patrick and I exclaim in unison.

"For the assault team to come, there is no need. Help, they won't. An unfair fight, Yveltal won't contest. Just teleport somewhere, Yveltal will. A sleep spell, Tricky put them under. Without being one, it is as close to a nightmare as possible."

"Well then, I guess we better be on our way then?" I stride forwards only to realize they aren't following, "What are we waiting for?"

"An invitation." I glare at Patrick, and he whimpers at the suggested pain, "What is that for?"

"A smart-alike answer," I say as I walk deeper into the cave, Tricky following close behind.

"That was uncalled for."

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"An exit?" I say, somewhat confused.

"No. A clearing, at the Dungeon's ending there is. Waiting, Yveltal will be."

"Are you ready?" I say to Patrick, who still exerts discomfort.

Patrick smirks in my direction, "I would be if it weren't for a certain someone needing help." I look at him, unimpressed, to which he stomps his foot onto the ground. "Now I'm ready."

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"Time stood still as the Legends were frozen in stone. Flames of darkness enclose the sky, all because of." The Dark Air Mage turns, his eagle-like eyes belittling us, "You."

"I beg to differ." I look to Patrick as he tries to exert dominance over the owner of the wings and tail feathers that, when spread wide - glow red and absorb the life force of any living creature. "How can we be to blame when you are the one causing all the suffering."

"They don't have to suffer. On the contrary, it is because of your presence that this world is put under an imbalance and that I have risen; thus, it is my duty to destroy you."

"Not if we destroy you first!" Patrick summons two lightning swords before dragging them along the ground as he speeds towards Yveltal. The swords create an electrical current that erupts around Yveltal as he and Patrick lock swords. Grunt after swing, the God of death, doesn't seem fazed by Patrick's determined screams.

I can't fight back.

"Pathetic." One swipe and both of Patrick's lightning swords discharge and disappear.

"I won't lose!" Patrick yells, his fists enclose with raging electrical sparks, but before he can even collide with his desired destination, Yveltal stops the attack right in its tracks. Letting the lightning surge throughout his own body, not seeming to faze him.