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unadulteratedsoulsweets · 1 year

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A DC X DP IDEA #9 The Nightgale’s

Imagine this…

Here we have a three-way relationship between Vlad, Maddie, and Jack. The grandfather Clockwork, the children which consist of Jazz, Dan, Danny, and Dani, and a morally gray Fenton clan. The Fenton’s might be descendants of the witches from the Salem trials but what about the name Nightgale?

It was not well-known knowledge that the name Nightgale is a well-known yet old name in the underworld. If you want information, firearms, drugs, protection, and many more it is the Nightgale that you should go as they have been ruling the underground for the past centuries building up their empire from scratch. Ruthless to those they consider their enemies, and saviors to those who are under their care.

Rogues from different parts of the world as well the rogues that the JL members are having trouble as well they pay their respects to the Nightgale’s as the last example namely the Joker disrespected them in the face, got paler, and found at the inch of death and they never mentioned nor crossed territories with them. Lex who tried his shot, almost got an aneurysm due to the fact that a single member of that family merely got to his most secured safe house and waved a black USB in front of him that will destroy him after a tongue lashing as that person explained in the politest voice, he ever heard threatening his entire empire.

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Danny shouldn’t know whether to feel ecstatic or not, on one hand, his parents had accepted him as Phantom, and the number of tears and hugs involved was never to be talked about again. On the other Vlad’s wish came true, how? well, it was when Vlad realized that the reason, he hated his dad for so long is because he was stuck in the pulling the girl’s pig-tails phase. Instead of elementary, it started during their college time together up until now.

Now that both Maddie and Jack knew that both Danny and Vlad are halfas as well realizing his feelings and being added to the family due to the short and small wedding that the three of them had. Vlad revealed that he has children from Jack, namely Dani, and Dan, which sparked an argument between Maddie and Vlad, something he wouldn’t imagine seeing before, about who made their significant other happier or even loved more.

But the problems of the newly made family don’t end there. GIW agents began appearing more frequently and being more aggressive as they leave a destructive path to find Phantom as they believe that he is the most powerful of them all and needed to be eradicated.

Moving to a place where there is an abundance of ectoplasm in the air well-being able to mask their presence as the rest of the members who isn’t a ghost are infected to a certain degree that the GIW considered them as part of the Anti-Ecto laws. Jack told the family to go back to his birthplace as well going back to the family business to protect themselves from the GIW.

Danny had blinked at that statement he thought that the Fenton’s were descendants of witches that survived the Witch Trials and had made their settlement here in Amity when they had initially escaped.

Jack admitted he never wanted such an environment his future family can get into but seeing that their opponent is the government itself he realized that those secrets from his past can now keep his family safe.

He changed his last name to Fenton when he moved city in hope that their enemies may never find the true heir of the Nightgale’s. Ever since he was a kid, he dreamed of living a normal life with a normal family. Don’t get him wrong he loves the family where he was raised but lives a life where everyone will not kill you nor acknowledge you for having a fancy last name. With the support of his family, he embarked on his journey the moment he turned 14, creating a fake identity complete with paperwork that no one would the keenest eyes can make out whether it is real or fake.

Created a nonexistent identity with history in one of the most secluded areas in the world. Secured an identity and was able to intermingle and blend in with the locals to the point he was considered one of them despite not being a local.

Jack explained that being a normal person is quite hard as he was raised in a quite not-so-normal house. When he saw that being a ghostbuster/ scientist is an actual branch of science he immediately took the subject as his cover for his unusual strength, intelligence as well the fact that carries various exotic-looking weapons that can be brushed off as ways to contain ecto-entities.

What he didn’t think through is to be actually interested in the topic to the point he wrote an entire thesis and book about the so-called ghosts. Nor the fact he was able to create a gateway to another dimension on the said subject, married to people who saw and took interest in the said subject, have his son become that said entity as well having an entire family including him to be dead or infected in some sort of shape or form, he still remembers the way he jokingly thought to himself that he only suppose took as a joke as well being a cover seeing that nobody will actually take him seriously or even suspect him as a Nightgale if he took such career path where they were called mad and a joke by the science community itself.

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Racing through the roads using the GAV with an injured Vlad and Danny on the tow along with the entire Fenton’s, Jack raced to Gotham with the only people who he thought can help them.

Apparently, Plasmius was caught by the GIW and was in the middle of live dissection when Phantom broke through the door and rescued the Fruit loop, he may still have slight anger issues towards the man for all the troubles he caused for Danny but the fact he was getting better and made his parents happy made him give the Fruit loop one last chance, but he never said that being petty is off the table.

Rushing in without a plan ended up with him being shoot and skewered a bunch of times but it was his supposed step-father’s life on the line here and he wouldn’t dare to give up.

Releasing as well as destroying everything they have on Ghosts is now a requirement to each GIW facility they encountered may also be a factor on why he now has a bleeding shoulder.

Upon entering Gotham borders they were greeted with chaos, Lady Luck was with them that day as well Lady Gotham, there had been a mass Arkham breakout and each Bat is busy containing the destruction and chaos around Gotham that they didn’t see a weirdly shaped vehicle racing through Downtown Gotham.

Lady Gotham had covered the vehicle with her shadows as she had felt her king and his father in great danger and protected the family from his knights and cities by steering away her knights and destroying any cameras that have caught them.

Knocking franticly on a wooden door of a fairly large house at the just edges of the border of Gotham, a lean young man wearing what looks like a butler’s uniform opened the door and was surprised to see Jack carrying a bloodied teen on his arms and an even bloodier man on his back, behind him a multitude of people carrying various emotions like anger, worry, scared and exhaustion in their faces, the mysterious young man immediately ushered the entire group inside the house.

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Elias Nightgale never thought that he would ever see his son again, nor he expected to have the first meeting between him as well his grandchildren in such a manner.

He knew the existence of his grandchildren as he and Jack had been exchanging letters sick Jack decided to look at the world.

Barking orders his men to guard the premise as well as the group that came with Jack, calling in each of his men to learn everything that his son looks like has hidden from him because last time he checks he used to have only 2 grandchildren it seems now they have multiplied.

Calling in on a family meeting made every Nightgale member from immediate cousins, aunts, and uncles to their great uncles and aunts as well as cousins who were once or thrice removed.

Never once the entire family ever saw the day the current head Elias Nightgale of the Nightgale family ever called for a family emergency family meeting, so they dropped everything and went to the main base where they were greeted by Jack’s family with clear exhaustion and worry etched on their faces.

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Jack began explaining to his dad what he might forget to write in their monthly exchange of letters.

Explaining about the ghosts, his son and spouse, and additional members as well as having an entire branch of government hunting them down just for existing.

It was twice that Jack had seen such murderous rage painted on his father’s space, first when he was tortured and kidnapped by an opposing group and the 2nd one today.

Elias Nightgale as well as the rest of the family are now ready to raid, destroy and raid everything to the ground, but Jazz had stopped them as attacking them might have the blame put on the ghost and have an entirely powered hero after them.

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When Danny woke up and had gotten better, he was ushered to meet up with his paternal grandfather. Upon arriving at the study room he took his time to observe each of his family members, he is quite curious when he saw that his grandfather was 6ft at most and now questioned where his dad had gotten his height, but he saw a beautiful yet scarily tall 6 and 12 ft red-haired woman with the brightest hazel eyes he ever saw immediately concluded that she is his grandmother.

They have discussed that while he and his other father were unconscious that it is best to stay at the home of the Nightgale’s to have some sort of protection against the GIW as not only did they have the latest technology but also nobody wanted to mess with the Nightgale’s

…

Jack’s family is now intergraded into the Nightgale’s completely, despite the black dealings around them they didn’t bat an eye, as they have developed morally grey morals from the past years, they even had their own roles.

Jack Nightgale became the head of weapon making, using a new type of energy while masking the ectoplasm signature of it pose a problem but was able to overcome, now the Nightgale’s now have one of the most dangerous weapons that were ever made and begin strictly monitoring each one.

Maddie became part of the assassination section of the Family Business, with a ninth-degree black belt as well as a marksman made her the perfect assassin that specifically hunts down rapists and child murderers as well GIW agents that dared to hunt down their families.

Vlad Masters who is currently on par with being the richest man in the country focused on his business, as much as he loved his in-laws, he made such that Vlad Co. stays up and running as well as able to thrive. They needed a continuous flow of funds to be able to renovate the house to a mini-mansion to accommodate the small family, complete with built-in security from both humans and ghosts.

Dan began training the guards as well as being one of their heavy hitters, always out with a mission for their family as well the one sent out to check on the family’s business and dealings in and out of the country.

Jazz has a normal job as a physiatrist building her own little clinic near Criminal alley during the day but by night she is one of the best information specialists gatherers. In interrogation is where she blossoms playing the minds of her victims into telling her the information they hold.

Danny began his training in both being the heir of the Infinite Realms as well the potential next head of the Nightgale’s, Danny pointed out that he is the middle child but sadly all of his siblings voted him as the next head of the family. Training that included weapon handling and execution, using and not using his ghost powers as an advantage, briefings with high-profile people, and private instruction from "constitutional experts".

Lastly, Dani, who is un doubly the best spy there is, able to slip into about anything and able to extract information without alerting their intended target. Having the ability to engage with others as naturally, adaptive, and highly functioning as possible. As a spy, social interaction will take numerous forms, requiring her to be comfortable engaging with people from many walks of life.

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Batman sat in front of the Bat computer for an hour still reviewing the new case about the Nightgale’s.

During his teen years, he was saved by one of their own as his ancestor as well as the first holder of the Wayne name had a long-standing relationship between the Waynes and Nightgale’s, thus saving the heir of the Waynes seemed only right and they have already taken the liberty of torturing and killing his parent’s murderer.

As much as he wanted to cut off any ties the Wayne family between to the Nightgale. It is quite impossible as his family has allotted a considerable size of life debts towards the Nightgale’s and opted to merely watch and observe the family.

It has been a year and a half since their activity has spiked as well as the new cruelty towards specific people who all wore white suits with black shades, having been brutally killed before dumping their bodies. They are still killing people in their usual kills as well as the people who had dared to defy them to the point of extreme torture.

It was also been 6 months since he and his entire family decided to investigate the recent killings of the Nightgales.

It has also been 9 months since Red Hood joined and helped the Nightgale’s in the crusade of killing the people who wore white suits and black shades.

It has also been a year since the new students of the Gotham family aka the Adia siblings namely Jasmine, Danny, and Dani Adia became close friends as civilians of some of the members of the Bat-family.

Just what are the Nightgale's are up to and what are the Adia Siblings hiding?

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PS: If someone out there wants to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so don’t forget to tag me though.

#batman #dc #dc x dp #dc x dp prompt #dp #Danny Phantom #danny fenton #nightgales

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quarrybee · 10 months

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hey guys! here’s my season 2 chapter 6 thoughts:

PAIN

I HAVE A HEADACHE

AUH EEK OOH YEOUCH YEOUCH RAAAAAGH

#SHUT UP ABOUT THE NIGHTGALES IM GONNA CRY #good omens 2

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phoebe-of-ivalice · 2 years

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Oh, Queen of Frost…

Who will follow when your kingdom lies in ruins?

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #the nightgale sings #ffxiv paladin #ffxiv viera #oc: phoebe venatrix

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music4thebasshead · 4 months

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#annie nightgale #rip #radio presenter #radio dj

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nycnko · 9 months

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寝落ち大精霊

#he took a nap when i took too long to reach him for the nightgale quest #sky #sky cotl #sky children of the light

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zan-the-second · 2 years

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Low effort Zehava meme because she's been on my brain lately and we're about to reach the penultimate moment of her arc

#empires smp #my art i guess #oc things #zehava nightgale #sn&gl #zan writes #empiressona

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ace-malarky · 3 months

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War

Maybe a companion piece to last weeks? idk technically it's the same family but also fucking yonks down the line like Blodwen here is Calia's uhhhhh great-great-great-granddaughter? I think?

Anyway yeah Calia solved her problems by marrying into the Nightgales and deposing her father and it was all very dramatic and then they fled Leritheyar on dragonback and now they're set up out here in the Mist on some floating islands running a sanctuary for injured creatures and Inira has some,,, Inventive Ways of getting patients

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Blodwen froze where she was on the stairs, hearing raised but muffled voices coming from the study on the ground floor.

“You’re being ridiculous,” came her mother’s voice, clearer and sounding like she was striding nearer the door. “I will not–”

“It could mean war, Inira, if you and that fae continue like this.” That was Blodwen’s grandfather, head of the family, all but roaring his disapproval.

Inira scoffed. “They wouldn’t dare, even if they could pin it back to us.”

“Half of your escapees make it back to our sanctuary. The evidence is beginning to look fairly damning.”

“And you think they will attack us over that.” Inira’s voice was dripping with disbelief. 2all of our patients make it to us under their own steam, in their own way. To suggest that we’re – what, handing out flyers to the unjustly imprisoned creatures? Running a – a prison break just to give ourselves more work? It’s ridiculous.”

“Yes, you’ve made quite clear your opinions on our worries,” said Blodwen’s great uncle, his voice level but strained. “Unless you have anything more useful to add, I suggest you leave this matter to us.”

Inira laughed. “I have nothing more that you’d wish to hear.” She sounded as though she was right on the other side of the door.

Blodwen straightened up to do her best to look as though she wasn’t listening in, and started to walk down the stairs again.

“Would you like Altair?” Inira asked, as she opened the door. “I’m sure he’ll be able to phrase it in a way that you can accept.”

“Thank you, Inira, but no.”

Inira backed out in a low bow. “Until the next time. Thank you for your time, gentlemen.”

Blodwen attempted to stifle the giggle that bubbled up at that.

Inira closed the doors as she straightened up and smiled up at Blodwen. “How much did you hear of that, little flower?” She held her arms out.

“Not much,” Blodwen said, stepping into her mother’s hug. “They’re worried about war?” Her mother gave good hugs. She was taller than Blodwen – and she’d just about reconciled to that – which meant that Blodwen could just bury her face comfortably in the crook of her neck and bpretend to be young again.

Inira squeezed her and pressed a kiss to her head. “They’re being melodramatic. It won’t come to that.” She stepped back, slipping her hand down to take Blodwen’s hand. “Where were you going?”

“To check on some of the new patients.” Blodwen twitched a slight smile. “I hear those dastardly bandits hit another private zoo last night.”

Inira laughed and turned to walk at Blodwen’s side. “Mind if I join you?”

“Of course not.” Blodwen squeezed her mother’s hand.

The sun had burnt off the last of the morning mist. From the front door of their house – Blodwen stopped, as she always did – she could see down to the docks and out across the clouded sea. They were thick today, not letting a single glimpse of the chaos below through.

“It’s clear today,” Inira shaded her eyes, “you can just about see the neighbours.”

Blodwen laughed, spotting the next ring of islands easily; it wasn’t as far away as all that. “You might need to think about stepping down if your eyesight’s failing you that badly.”

“Ooh, you little menace!” Inira laughed, wrapping an arm around Blodwen and squeezing her to her side.

“Ok, ok!” Blodwen put up a token protest, not trying hard to wriggle free.

“Don’t go planning your uprising just yet, I’d hate to have to keelhaul you.” Inira let her go. “Although that would change their focus, so…”

“Come on.” Blodwen skipped down the few steps and turned her path towards the line of trees that hid their sanctuary.

Walking through the wooden arch was like walking into another world. In the woods it was cool and dim and smelt more earthy, a slight hint of the wild, the slight spice of creatures that travelled the Mist.

There were sheds full of the feed and equipment needed for anything that might happen within the sanctuary.

Blodwen ignored them for now; she wouldn’t know what was needed until she’d seen what was there.

“What… what would happen?” Blodwen asked. “if it came to war?”

“We remind them that we once rode dragons,” Inira said grimly.

“But the dragons are long gone.”

“And before we rode dragons, we were pirates. This world was ade for us.” Inira frowned. “But it won’t come to that.”

Blodwen nodded, still a little uneasy.

“It won’t, Blodwen, I promise.” Inira tugged her so that they were face to face; she tilted Blodwen’s chin up to make eye contact. “Alright?”

“Alright,” Blodwen mumbled. “Alright.”

Inira smiled. “That’s my girl.”

“Besides,” said someone else, “no one’s following through the Mist, let alone track them here.”

Blodwen jumped, looking around for the intruder because that wasn’t anyone of her family.

“Kam.” Inira looked up. “Delightful as always.”

A reddish-purple giant squirrel – partway to human – was lying in the branches above them. “Of course.” The werecreature pushed himself back against the trunk behind him and scrambled down to the forest floor. “Not that any creatures came back here yet.” He became more human, losing height until he was only as tall as Blodwen. He flashed her a grin. “You must be Blodwen.” He offered her his hand. “Inira’s very proud of you.”

“You must be the fae creature,” Blodwen replied, taking his hand. “My grandparents don’t approve.”

Kam laughed.

“You don’t look like the books.”

“I’m adopted.”

“What brings you here?” Inira asked.

“Can’t I just come and see how my favourite pirates are doing?” Kam slid to Inira’s side and slung his arm around her shoulders. “Call it a social visit.”

“Oh, so you’ll be coming back for some tea?”

Kam wrinkled his nose. “Your Archyn is still mad at me, isn’t he?”

“Oh, mad’s a strong word.”

“I don’t think it covers it, either,” Blodwen said. “They think you’re bringing war.”

“War?” Kam squawked. “Oh, I would be so grounded if that happened.”

“You still get grounded?” Blodwen asked, as Inira laughed. “But you’re an adult.”

“Unfortunately, my guardian is old as balls and I will always be a child to him.” Kam shrugged.

Blodwen giggled.

“Sorry, she isn’t too young for my coarse language, is she?” Kamal turned to stage whisper in Inira’s ear.

“We’re a family who never forgot we were pirates first; what do you think?” Inira pushed Kam away. “Do your folk think there will be a war?”

“Unlikely.” Kam wrinkled his nose. “Besides, no one’s going to track us back here unless they have Mist crossers of their own.”

“And considering we’re freeing them all, that’s highly unlikely.”

“We? Which of us keeps getting threatened with pitchforks for this?” Kam held a hand to his chest.

“You make a very good distraction.” Inira grinned. “Your service is appreciated.”

“Can I come?” Blodwen asked. “The next time you go out.”

“Sure,” Kam said. “The more the merrier.”

Inira hesitated.

“If Kam is doing all the heavy lifting–”

“I am–”

“Then surely it shouldn’t be dangerous for me. And – and grandfather likes me, maybe if I tell him it won’t lead to war, he’ll listen.”

“Or he’ll be more mad at me for endangering his sweet granddaughter,” Inira replied. “I don’t know, Blod.”

“Please?”

“I swear no harm will come to her,” Kam said. “You have my word.”

Inira looked between them both and sighed. “Alright. If she’s hurt, Kam, it’s on your head.”

“Understandable.” Kam grinned. “I’ll come back once I’ve scouted the next place.”

“And they’ll have to listen to me and there won’t be a war.” Blodwen nodded decisively.

#writing pieces #Blodwen Nightgale #the NightGale Saga #Mist Worlds #I'm leery of the whole ai bullshit thing tumblr/their bosses are pulling but like. they can take a fucking hike #I'm gonna keep sharing for now at least #until the site implodes lmao

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sulietsexual · 5 months

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Hello! If you’re still doing the Spotify ask I would like to request #99 and either Hunger Games or Buffy.

Set is up here <3

#answered #nightgales-in-my-brain

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alloftimeandspacetosee · 7 months

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The Chasm

So this is the rewritten roleplay that arcs around the Adventures in Space and Time because of course I did this part too I guess

also, needless dramatics bc roleplay shenanigans, why not

They stopped briefly at the top of the path leading down into the Chasm. Arlette stared down at it, her expression cold and distant.

“Come on,” Aurora whispered. “Best get it over with, right?”

“What was that?” Zlata asked, drawing nearer.

Arlette shrugged and started on the path. “Nothing important.”

Zlata frowned, stroking Hohenheim’s head. “This place is where Kyurem is supposed to live, isn’t it? The ice dragon?”

“Yep.” Aurora nodded, shoving her hands in her pockets. “Matt dared us to come out here once, when we were staying in Humilau. It’s actually fairly pretty in summer.” She glanced down at the valley before them. “Maybe not so much now.”

The majority of the trees were evergreens, tall pines that didn’t quite reach the top of the cliffs. The group descended the path, Corvus soaring overhead.

“I see. It seems like it would be pretty, but now–” Zlata shivered, holding one hand against Hohenheim. “It might still be beautiful, just in a different way. Cold, though.” She glanced back at Nyx, who was talking quietly with Warren at the back of the group. “If something is wrong, you should tell us.”

“Kyurem seems like he would be dangerous,” Ryun said. “Hopefully we won’t see him.”

“The legends say he used to terrorise the region,” Arlette said. “Lacunosa has weird laws in place because of him.”

“It’s the cold, isn’t it?” Aurora dropped back to walk by Nyx. “Been fine everywhere else, but these trees are practically crystallising.” She stamped on the ground. “Not quite frozen.”

“Yet.”

“Yeah…” Nyx puffed out a steaming breath. “I… it’s cold…”

Warren yanked his foot away from the ground as ice spread across it, freezing everything and working up the trees. “What’s going on?”

Corvus cawed, wheeling above the group as mist engulfs the area.

“We need to leave.” Nyx grabbed Aurora’s arm. “This isn’t good…”

“What… what is going on?” Zlata stepped away from the ice.

Hohenheim stepped forward, breathing fire to melt the ice in front of them.

“We’d better go. Hohenheim can keep the ice away, but not for long. Arlette, Ryun, can you release your fire types and help him?”

Ryun released Dante, and the houndour ran to Hohenheim’s side to help.

Arlette started to laugh, hysterical. “We weren’t serious! It was just a joke!”

Aurora cursed and flared faint wings, raising her hands to rip open a portal. “This’ll be qui–”

She fell back onto the ground as a huge white shape thumped onto the ground before them, fire barely visible through the mist. On the path behind them a black shape lands, effectively cutting off their escape route.

Nyx shrieked and turned away, but a fierce and chilly wind blasts in her face, forcing her back towards the group.

“Do not attempt to run.” A huge grey head swung into view, glaring at Dante from burning yellow eyes. “Stop… or we shall make you stop.”

Nyx backed into Warren, and he wrapped his arms around her. “There’s… no way out.”

Dante yelped and ran back to Ryun, who hugged her and stared up. Hohenheim stepped towards the head, flaring his feathers, challenging them.

The one in front of them rumbled, spewing a gout of flames. “You might not have, little fledgling, but it is not you we have come for.”

Arlette helped Aurora up, staring at the dragon. “So who have you come for?”

Aurora raised her hands again, meaning to open a portal. The dragon snapped flames that flickered inches from her hands, and Aurora jerked back into her sister, looking up.

“You, little thieves.”

“We have done nothing to you,” Nyx said, her voice wavering. “Please… just let us go.”

The grey one in front of her took a step forward, revealing the misshapen form of Kyurem. Cryogonal spiral above them, keeping ice walls in place.

“You, the three dragon blessed,” the legendary snarled. “Or so you seem… you believe you are worthy of such gifts?”

“They never asked for their gifts,” Zlata said, dragging Hohenheim away from Reshiram. “They just received them. It is not up to them whether they have them or not.”

“Well,” Arlette said slowly, “No one’s ever had a problem with them before.”

“There are few enough others that can contest your worth.” Reshiram hissed, looming over them. “And I will not have your truth sully anything.”

“That’s… that’s the thing about truth.” Arlette frowned. “It just is. Not much can change it.”

“How about an ideal, then, where you have nothing that you shouldn’t have?”

Aurora turned to look up at Zekrom. “Nothing’ll change for an ideal. We were born with these, and I think we’re supposed to keep them.

“You may have been born with it, but that does not make you worthy!” Kyurem roared, shaking the trees around the group. “Changing One, you keep silence… you are wise.”

Nyx turned away from Kyurem, clenching her fists. “Please… just let us go, we have no choice in our gifts–”

“Silence!” Kyurem screeched. “You will be tested, to see… if you are worthy.” He looked down, considering the group – considering the twins and Nyx. “And if you pass, you shall be rewarded…”

“No… no tests.” Nyx shuddered.

“Humans like trinkets and treasure,” Kyurem grumbled, looking at the other dragons. “More so than dragons themselves… you’ll be happy for your rewards, should you receive them…”

“With all due respect, who are you to decide whether they are worthy of their gifts or not?” Zlata looked up. “And what about us?” She pointed to herself, Warren, and Ryun. “Are we supposed to just stand by while you test our friends?”

“You are not suited to their tests, little one,” Reshiram said, snaking his head closer to Zlata. “I would advise standing out of them, unless you care to get damaged.”

“Indeed.” Kyurem looked down at Zlata. “These are tests by dragons for dragons, and your interference would only make it worse.”

“Stop that,” Arlette snapped. “Just stop it.”

“Oh?” Reshiram turned to look at her. “You dare defy us?”

“Of course I do.”

“You will not get out of here easily.”

“So what are these tests?”

“Arl–”

Arlette cut off her sister, holding up a hand.

“Let the time dragon be tested first,” Kyurem said.

“Very well.” Reshiram looked down at Arlette. “Your task is to prove you can truly control time. Go back and make a mark for us to know.”

“What are you talking about… a mark?” Nyx shivered.

“I don’t care what the mark is, so long as we know it is yours.”

“And why should I?”

“Because we require proof!” Zekrom roared. “No human should be graced with the power of the legendaries as you have been.”

“The dragons that gave us these powers… I think their authority runs above yours.”

“Test her! I wish to see if they are worthy at all of having dragon in their blood.”

“Nothing will change,” Arlette said. “You can’t make us do anything.”

“It’s not in our blood!” Nyx shouted at Kyurem. “It’s not who we are, you–”

“Ah, she speaks!” Kyurem whipped his head back to Nyx, eyes glowing. “We have both your sisters.”

Ice froze Nyx to the ground, and the cryogonal surrounded her, chaining her in place. Her knees buckled, sending her to the floor. Zekrom reached out and cuffed Aurora towards himself, tumbling her over to between his legs.

Arlette moved, staff in her hands cracking out to attack Zekrom. “Let them go!”

Warren was stopped by ice before he could even attempt to help Nyx. Hohenheim wriggled free of Zlata and attacked the ice around Nyx.

Zlata yelled and tugged him back by the tail. “Do it,” she said to Arlette. “There’s no other way out of this. I believe in you.”

Ryun reached for his sword, a faint golden glow around him.

“We can’t fight them.” Zlata shook her head.

“But they’re our friends… we can’t leave them in danger.”

“We have no choice.”

Arlette growled and dropped her staff and bag to the ground, sorting through it. She stood up, a pokéball and a bottle of green liquid in her hands. “Look after my stuff.” She took Xenos from her shoulder, passing him to Soise.

The ralts whistled, but didn’t protest.

“You shouldn’t have to do this.” Aurora glared up at the dragon that’s holding her down with one foot.

“Got to,” Arlette replied.

“If you are in great danger, I will come for you.” A feather fluttered free from Reshiram’s wing. “I will not let you die there.”

Arlette caught the feather and shuddered as blue scale armour rippled into place across, melding with white feathers along her arms. “I’m fine,” she said, examining an arm. “I’m fine.” She raised her hands, now gloved in silver with a fine ruff of feathers around the wrists, above her head. “Any particular time I should go?”

“Wherever you can manage.”

“I’ll come with you.” Aurora struggled under Zekrom’s foot. “You can’t go on your own.”

Arlette stiffened her shoulders. “I have to.”

“Please.”

Arlette brought her hands down in front of her, opening a rip. “I’ll come back. Before you know it.”

“Good! The games have begun.” Kyurem cackled, placing a foot beside Nyx, ignoring her attempts to distort. “Are you ready to play?”

She nodded, teeth chattering. The ice melted away and the chains loosened, as Zekrom let Aurora free.

“A… Arl… Arl…” Nyx reached out to her.

Arlette stepped through the rip and was gone, and the rip closed behind her before Aurora could get to it.

“Game? This is a game to you?” Zlata stared up at the ice dragon, shaking her head.

Hohenheim pressed himself against Nyx, fluffing himself up.

“Of sorts. There are prizes, and no lasting danger,” Zekrom said.

“I’ll give you lasting damage, you overgrown splitskin,” Aurora snarled, grabbing Arlette’s staff.

Soise tugged her back as a rip opened in front of her, allowing two pokémon and then a humanoid figure to fall through. They hit the ground with a thud and it closes in a flicker.

“Arl?” Arlette gripped the staff, staring at the figure.

It wasn’t Arlette as she had left them. This one was in blue and white scaled armour, white feathered wings protruding from her back, a helmet covering her face and a bloodied spear grasped in her hands.

“’Rora?” The figure dropped the spear, pushing herself to her feet.

Aurora lunged forward, staff hitting the ground, to help her sister as she stumbled, the armour and wings disappearing to reveal a different set of scaled armour – blue washed red – on top of a worn shirt and brown skirt. The two pokémon – a typhlosion and a scaled stunfisk, with a black band around the base of its tail – keep to Arlette’s sides, growling softly at the people and dragons.

“Arlette, you’re back!” Nyx curled herself around Hohenheim. “Where did you go?”

Zlata stepped forward cautiously. “What happened to you? Where did the armour come from?”

“Ah, you have returned so soon?” Reshiram looked around. “I see no difference.”

“I see nothing either… I hope your trip wasn’t all a waste.”

“How about you just wait?” Aurora snapped, pulling the helmet from her sister’s head. “You ok?”

Arlette stared at her sister, stroking her face, her hair. “It’s you. It’s really you.”

Aurora blinked and hugged her sister. “Course it is. Who else would it be?”

Soise turned the helmet over in her paws. “More like when did you go?”

“It’s ok, you’re back.” Nyx walked over, Hohenheim rushing at her side. “None of us are going anywhere.”

Arlette nodded and shuddered a sigh, pushing herself free of her sister. “Abela. Break it.”

The stunfisk shivered, and the ground started to tremble as the chasm wall shook in its foundations, resettling. Something cracked within it, and green fire licked out and up the stone face, making distinct words – ‘No more, fuckers’.

Aurora laughed. “Nice.”

Kyurem grumbled. “Well, that is the first task clear.” The dragon looked to Zekrom, then Aurora. “Challenge her next then, see if she shares her sister’s strength.”

“Hang on! You can’t push us around,” Nyx said to Kyurem as the legendary moved towards Aurora.

“I think you’ll find we can.” Ice formed around her feet. “Now, I’ll ask you to be silent. You’ll need your energy…”

Hohenheim tugged on Arlette’s sleeve, trying to get her to sit down. She growled, shaking the bird free and picking up her spear – blood crusting on its blade – to stand between her sisters and the dragons.

“What’s my task?” Aurora put a hand on her shoulder, holding her back.

“Don’t let them take us apart,” Arlette snarled.

“I won’t. They can’t.”

“There is a meteor heading for the planet.” Zekrom looked skywards, as if she could see it. “If it is not stopped, it will crash into Nimbasa and kill thousands.”

“And you… want me to stop it?”

“If you can.”

Kyurem’s eyes glittered as the legendary let out a tremendous roar. The dragon was laughing. “Wonderful! This is quite a hefty task for her… you think she can succeed?”

“A… a meteor?” Nyx shivered, looking up. “You can’t be serious.”

“You doubt us?” Kyurem glared at her. “I think we have proven to you we are quite serious.”

“Maybe you should not involve the lives of innocent people in your games so easily.” Zlata frowned. “How is she supposed to reach it without suffocating, or being exposed to radiation?”

“Space dragon,” Aurora said. “I’m betting she won’t be too happy if I cop it ‘cause of them.”

“Would you rather we ignored it and left them to die? I do not control the meteors.” Zekrom reached out a claw to push Aurora forward. “Time is ticking, little one. Go now, and quickly.”

“I’ll be back.” She glanced at her sister. “As quick as I can.”

Arlette nodded, jaw stiff. “I’ll be counting.”

Aurora looked up, closed her eyes, and raised her hands to open a rip. “Let’s go catch a comet,” she murmured, stepping through as pink marbled black armour swirled into place across her body.

“She won’t be long Arlette, you’ll see.” Nyx stepped towards Arlette.

“I can’t feel her,” Arlette said quietly. “I thought, when I returned… it’s been too long.”

The typhlosion grunted and shoved his head under her elbow.

“You are both strong,” Nyx sighed. “She’ll be fine.”

“You should relax,” Zlata said quietly, approaching them.

“Not until she’s safe.” Arlette refastened her hand on the spear, looking between the dragons. “Not until everyone’s safe.”

“How long was it?” Soise pushed her to sit.

“Weeks. And I – I don’t know. I lost count.” Arlette frowned and changed tack.

“Your challenge is complete, you’ve done what you could.” Zlata frowned, but didn’t press. “You’ve been through a lot.”

Arlette nodded, shifting her hands on the spear haft, flicking glances between the three dragons.

“You really think this was their choice?” Zlata looked up at Kyurem. “If something greater than you made a decision, you should not question it. Chances are there is a good reason.”

“You will be silent, you have no reason to speak. This is a matter for dragons.” Kyurem’s eyes glowed as ice started to form around Zlata’s legs.

Hohenheim hissed at the ice dragon, melting the ice around Zlata’s legs.

“I do, because you are playing around with the lives of my friends. Your ice does not scare me.”

Kyurem growled, glaring at Zlata as ice formed on her skin, pressing deeper. “I said… be silent.”

Zlata winced, huddling closer to Hohenheim. Hohenheim melted the ice, hissing at the dragon. Kyurem roared in return, sending a bitter chill whipping around Hohenheim. The Ho-oh screeched in return, steam rising in the air around him.

A rayquaza-esque dragon – mostly black scaled, with patterns of pink – ripped through the sky with a screeched. It threw a rock – the meteorite – to land with a thump at Zekrom’s feet and hovered before the dragon, glaring at her.

“I have done my task,” Aurora snarled. “Splitskin.”

“’Rora?” Arlette pushed herself to her feet, spear ready in her hands.

“I’m here,” Aurora replied, shedding scales and size and residual crystal wings to crouch before her. “I came back.”

“Again, success... perhaps these tasks are too easy for them.” Kyurem examines Aurora.

“Perhaps we underestimated the humans,” Zekrom agrees, examining the meteorite.

“It is your turn.” Reshiram turned to Kyurem. “Test the last one.”

“I… I don’t want to be tested,” Nyx said. “If you want me to distort for you, it’s not going to happen.”

Kyurem chuckled, an odd sound, and looked down at her. “Not even for the one you love?”

Nyx whipped around. “What have you done with him?”

The ice dragon stepped to the side, revealing Warren. He was flanked by clefairy with their eyes glowing, asleep.

Nyx took a step forward, but chains of ice held her back. “Let him go! Warren!”

“Patience,” Kyurem grumbled. “Now, you must use your skills–”

“No! I won’t!”

“Use your skills, distort into any form you please… and save your love.” Kyurem slammed a foot into the ground and unleashed pink-purple energy that looped around Warren.

Ryun’s eyes widened and he rushed forward, his form glowing with gold.

“Stop!” Zlata grabbed him. “You can’t do anything. This is Nyx’s challenge, and the dragons will stop you.”

He glanced between her and Warren, and relaxed. The golden glow disappeared. “You’re right. But… I want to help him. He’s my friend.”

“I know.” Zlata blinked and shook her head.

Kyurem smiled as the energy whirled around Warren, becoming darker, taking a shape. A much bigger shape than Warren’s usual dream form. Wings open up, stretching into the sky, and a deep rumbling growl comes from it.

“It is so lucky that he is dark blessed, it makes this that much easier.” Kyurem laughed.

“Warren…” Nyx stumbled, falling as the chains released her.

“His mind is tainted with dragon energy. If you can remove it, then he might just return to normal.”

The dragon – the hydreigon – twisted to look at Nyx. His sleeping form, his blessing, had mixed with the dragon energy that Kyurem had poured into him. The hydreigon was much bigger than a usual hydreigon, and it started towards Nyx.

“Warren!” Nyx shrieked, running towards him.

The hydreigon shrieked in reply and spun, slamming its tail into Nyx and sending her flying.

“How dare you!” Ryun drew his sword and his eyes flashed blue for a moment, heading towards Kyurem.

As Zlata stopped him, trying to reason with him, Soise leapt past with an awful roar.

“Don’t you dare hurt her!” She slammed into the hydreigon, claws digging into its skin.

Aurora flinched, black and pink armour swirling in an automatic defence. Arlette gritted her teeth and spun the spear in her hands.

“Arl–” Aurora stood with her, grabbing the staff.

“This isn’t right.”

Zlata hurried to help Nyx stand.

“I can’t hurt him… I can’t hurt Warren, even if he’s… that.”

The hydreigon squealed and reached up a snapping, jaw-like hand to grab Soise and throw her to the ground. It wrenched free of the chains and flapped its wings, staring towards Nyx.

“You better start running,” Kyurem crooned. “Or are you going to stay and fight?”

As the hydreigon’s mouth began to glow, Nyx changed into a wolf and ran.

Hohenheim ran to help Soise, who accepted the help and dusted herself off.

“What do you think you prove by doing this?” Arlette asked Kyurem. “Do you not think it would be easier to take it up with the three that marked us than playing with us like this?” She levelled her spear at him, looking more like an ancient warrior, a soldier, than herself. “Do you not think there’ll be worse consequences for doing what you have?”

“They will not interfere,” Reshiram said. “You are ours just as much as theirs.”

Arlette snarled and rolled her shoulders as the white wings appeared, lifting her up to glare down at Reshiram. “We are no one’s.”

“Proving that you are worthy of your dragon gifts,” Kyurem growled, watching the hydreigon thrash in the air. “I must say, she is having less luck than either of you… Giratina did not choose wisely at all.”

Arlette turned to see the hydreigon dive into the trees.

“Arlette, Aurora, I’m not sure what you can do to them.” Zlata stood an arm’s length from Aurora, but ready to help. “You can fight, but who knows how it will affect Nyx? Let’s just have faith in her… and Warren.”

“You should be thankful he did not, otherwise you would be having far worse problems,” Aurora said, gripping the staff tightly.

“If he had chosen me, for instance…” Arlette smiled cruelly.

“It is a shame to see dragon power gifted so poorly,” Kyurem grumbled, looking up. “He is returning… with her. I believe she has passed.”

The hydreigon came back, Nyx on its back. As it landed behind the group, it allowed her to step down.

Nyx reached out a hand and placed it against the hydreigon’s head. “He could’ve killed me… what would you have done if he had killed me?”

Kyurem’s head tilted. “You would have failed.”

“You would’ve made him kill me!” Nyx shouted. “Do you even know what that would do to him?”

“Silence! You may have proved your worth, but you cannot speak to me like that!” Ice began to creep around Nyx’s feet again. “I am still more than–”

A blast of dragon energy slammed into Kyurem’s chest, blowing the legendary backwards. The hydreigon closed its mouth, light still glowing through its teeth.

Ryun approached the hydreigon warily. “Warren… you’re back with us?”

The hydreigon didn’t seem to notice Ryun, growling threateningly at the other dragons instead.

Nyx shook her head. “It’s not Warren, not yet.”

“Just to change him back, now.”

“If you can manage it, of course.”

“I’ll turn him back because I care about him. Not for your stupid games, or to win your prizes.”

Kyurem snarled, stepping forward. “They were a test! And you have not yet passed. Turn him back!”

Nyx stumbled back and the hydreigon shrieked, targeting each of the legendaries with a blast from one of its mouths.

“Maybe I should let him make his point before turning him back,” Nyx snarled, black scales flickering up her arms.

The hydreigon launched into the air, blasting Kyurem with another pulse, making the ice dragon roar in agony.

“These are legends.” Zlata turned to Nyx, horrified. “We should not anger them too much. And once this is over, we can all leave.” She looked back up at the dragons, and she started to frown. “… Don’t get too carried away.”

Arlette dropped the spear to the ground as she spread out the wings, letting them get bigger. “Mind if we join in?”

“You will not! The game must be completed!” Reshiram snarled.

Fire swirled towards the ground and Aurora roared, changing to her long, snake-like dragon form in seconds to shield the group from the fire. “Don’t you dare,” she hissed. “After we’ve already put up with this.”

Arlette laughed as the dragons were hit again, her armour shimmering into white and blue and thickening out her whole body. “Not so fun when you’re involved, is it?” She thumped onto all fours and flicked a tail out, fully dragon.

“Warren, be careful!”

Kyurem lunged a claw towards the hydreigon, but Nyx was there – a giant snake, shadow wings stretching from her arms – to slam him into the trees.

Arlette slammed her bulk into Zekrom, stopping the legendary from flying after Zlata and Ryun as they made their escape. “You have no need of them.”

Aurora dived at Reshiram, slamming into his throat to stop the fire, and coiling her length around him. “Cease your foolishness.”

Reshiram screeched and pushed free, taking to the air. “It is you that is being foolish, attacking us here!”

The hydreigon whined and pushed Nyx aside as an icicle spear whistled passed them. He shrieked and dived down for another attack.

Nyx breathed a jet of glistening black ice at Kyurem and circled to join Arlette and Aurora. “I think we should stop,” she snarled.

“He is still dragon!” Kyurem roared. “But I think I could consider your task complete.”

“Oh really? How nice of you.”

“He cannot remain like that, though.” Around Kyurem, ice spears were created and launched.

They smacked into the hydreigon with a dull thud and he sank like a stone, crashing into the trees with the spears imbedded in its back.

“Warren!” Nyx screeched, flying at Kyurem with talons outstretched. “What did he ever do to you?” She coiled herself around him, coating him in black ice.

“Nyx!” Aurora called, whipping away from Reshiram. “Tend to Warren. We will deal with these upstarts.”

Arlette threw her head back in a roar. “Now you will know.” She lifted Zekrom into the sky. “Now you will know what you slept through.”

“We know,” Zekrom hissed, twisting in her grasp. “We saw the first war. We saw enough.”

“Then why did you not wake to stop the second?” Fire ignited, simmering in Arlette’s throat, making her teeth glow.

“Because we were not called. Because we were tired of fighting.”

Arlette slammed Zekrom into the ground and landed heavily in front of Reshiram, pulling her head back to stare him in the eye. “And what is your excuse? You knew I was there.”

“It was not our war.”

Aurora lifted away from the white dragon, keeping a careful eye on the others from the sky.

“And you didn’t think to interfere? Your kind are so very good at that.”

Kyurem roared and blasted both Arlette and Aurora with a dragon pulse. “Stop this now! The time of war has passed, you should not be so concerned with it.”

“It hasn’t passed far enough!” Arlette roared, slamming into the ground on one wing.

Aurora whipped out of the way and crashed into Zekrom as the black dragon got up. At once she fell, mottled black scales turning lighter and silver. She flared out crystalline wings as she lost most of her length and size, becoming bipedal once more.

“Return our power,” Zekrom snarled, a foot slamming Aurora into the ground.

Arlette glanced to her sister and bowed her head, glaring at Reshiram. “Take it and be done,” she snarled, lashing her tail.

Kyurem sent a blast into the sky and it returned with a barrage of glowing meteors that slammed into Arlette and Aurora. “Your sister has given up the fight. You should do the same.”

Nyx soared across to them, roaring. “Please! Let’s stop before this gets out of control!”

Aurora shrieked as the meteors hit, shattering her wings. She rolled, hiding beneath Zekrom’s bulk.

Arlette shook her head and roared, struggling to her feet and lunging at Kyurem, keeping her wings tight to her side. Fire burnt between her teeth as she snapped for the ice dragon’s throat.

Reshiram caught her tail in his teeth, pulling her back and slamming her into the ground. Her wings disappeared, as did most of her size and white colouring, leaving her a still a quadruped but only blue and silver.

“It was out of control when it started,” she spat out, getting to her feet and shaking the scales from her body. She stumbled and Harpy caught her, snarling quietly at the dragons.

“You can keep your rewards,” Aurora said, crawling across to her sister’s side. “We don’t want ‘em.”

“Well now it is over. You will be calm,” Kyurem snarled down at them. “You are wiser than I thought.” The dragon watched as Nyx glided to land.

She placed her coils between the twins and the dragons. “We’re going to leave, now,” she snarled. “Keep out of our heads from now on.”

“Fine.” Kyurem lifted a foot up, revealing a plant. “Your reward.”

“I don’t care.” Nyx shook her head.

Zlata rushed over to Arlette and Aurora, kneeling on the churned up ground to check them. “Can you stand? We can carry you if you’re exhausted or injured.” She glared up at the dragons. “Was it worth it? Your little game? I have a feeling that nobody here wants your rewards.”

Aurora pushed herself to her feet, wavering slightly. “I should be fine for it.”

Arlette leant on Harpy and gestured for her spear. Soise passed it to her along with her staff, which she passed to Aurora. The zoroark shouldered her bag as Abela crept to her side.

Zekrom dropped the meteorite in front of Aurora with a thud. “This is yours. Take it.”

“Of course it’s mine. I caught it.”

Nyx started to slough her form, shrinking back into her human form. Kyurem continued to talk to her, but she wasn’t buying it as Warren appeared and ran to her.

“Abela, Harpy.” Arlette gestured for her pokémon to follow as she turned away. “Come on.”

“Wait, Guardian.”

“What?” she snapped, turning back to Reshiram. “We told you, we don’t want–” she cut off, seeing the small necklace Reshiram had dropped to the ground.

“Do not judge by appearances. All ideas come from somewhere.”

Arlette snorted and beckoned for Harpy to pick up the necklace.

“At least you’re getting something out of it,” Zlata said, shaking her head. “But let’s go.”

They left, and Nyx caught up with them moments later in her wolf form, Warren at her side. She rubbed her head against Aurora, and they ignored the sound of the dragons laughing behind them.

“Let’s go.”

Warren nodded, raising a hand to signal for Corvus. The honchkrow landed beside him as Zlata released Yangtze.

Zlata hoisted Hohenheim onto the dragonite’s back before climbing on herself. “Arlette, Aurora, Ryun? You need a lift away from here?”

Ryun climbed up behind Zlata, sitting as far from her on the dragon’s back as he can manage.

“He can carry one more, two at a pinch, if Corvus can’t carry three people.”

“I don’t think I can manage flying,” Arlette says. “Probably just fall off.” She continued to walk, jaw set.

Aurora glanced at the armour she was still wearing. “That stuff’ll be weighing you down as well.”

“I can get changed in Lacunosa. Abela?”

The stunfisk moved to Arlette’s side, crackling.

“Stay close.”

“There’s a shorter route up this way,” Soise said, slipping in front of them. “But you should probably fly with them.”

Warren climbed up onto Corvus, who was keeping a wary eye on the dragons as they vanished.

Nyx shook out her fur, growing in size until she was big enough to ride. She padded closer to Arlette and nudged her gently. “Get on, I’ll take you out of here… I want to leave fast, anyway.”

Corvus screeched and took off, whirling about above them.

Aurora glanced up at her, frowned, and scrambled onto Yangtze’s back between Zlata and Ryun.

Arlette smiled and swung her leg over Nyx’s back. “This can feel weird later. Maybe.”

Soise placed Arlette’s helmet back on her head and picked up the stunfisk. “I’ll carry Abela.” She examined the pokémon’s pebbled scales, claws catching on the black band around its tail.

“She’s kinda old. Ish.” Arlette shook her head, burying her free hand in Nyx’s fur to hold on. “Harpy, good to run?”

The typhlosion nodded, waiting for them to move.

“Hold on then,” Zlata murmured, and Yangtze took off.

Aurora lurched and gripped her sister’s staff, watching the ground fall away beneath them.

The flight was a short one, just to the ridge at the top of the Chasm. They slid from Yangtze’s back to wait for the others, and were greeted by the side of Arlette raising her spear up, balanced on Nyx’s back and looking as if they’d run off the pages of a novel about beast riders.

Aurora slid from Yangtze’s back and balanced herself with Arlette’s staff, glancing at the meteorite in her other hand.

“Is everything alright?” Zlata asked, slipping down beside her. “You can sit down if you like, though we won’t be here long.” She looked at the meteorite as well. “It doesn’t look like much… you wouldn’t think it was going to eliminate Nimbasa.”

“Just a bit tired.” Aurora shook her head, turning the meteor over. “Maybe it’d’ve hit something big. I don’t know.”

“At least you stopped it, and completed those challenges. Even if the dragons forced you, you did some good.”

“I think you got the best gift, Aurora… I’m not even sure what my flower does, or if it does anything at all,” Nyx said, stopping beside them.

Arlette planted the butt of her spear on the ground and slid from Nyx’s back, turning to wait for Soise and Harpy.

“No idea what to do with it, though.”

“Could sell it, could extract whatever minerals it has in it, use it for jewellery, anything. A meteorite is quite valuable.” Zlata leant over to look at the plant as Arlette held it carefully for Nyx as she shifted back into her human form. “What do you think that does?”

Nyx lifted off the top of the pot and touched one of the petals. The whole plant glowed pink, seeming to give off energy.

“It’s the energy that they used on Warren.”

“It is? Then… maybe it can transform something, or somebody like it did him?” Ryun joined the group, reaching out to touch the plant. “I shouldn’t, I’m sorry.”

“Not until we know what it does.”

“Maybe… maybe you can try it out on me?” Ryun suggests.

“And if it does something bad?” Zlata turned to look at him. “You could get hurt, or turned into something like Warren did. What will we do then?”

Arlette pulled off her helmet and passed it to Aurora as Soise placed Abela down on the ground before her. She pulled an ultra ball from her bag and rolled it towards the stunfisk, capturing her easily.

“Don’t, I don’t want you to get hurt.” Warren stepped in front of Ryun, stopping him getting closer.

Nyx shook her head. “Warren, I’m not sure if it’ll harm him. Whatever they did to you was directed at you, this just seems to be… natural.”

Warren nodded slowly and stepped out of the way.

Ryun touched the flower and flinched as the pink energy sank into his hand.

“What is it doing?” Warren asked, narrowing his eyes.

“I don’t know.” Nyx frowned.

The energy morphed into the small shape of a dewott, swimming in front of Ryun.

“A dewott?”

“What does a dewott have to do with me?” Ryun took his hand from the flower and reached out to the pink dewott.

“Maybe… do you know your avatar?” Zlata watched it.

“No, I never found out.” His eyes widened. “You think that is my avatar?”

“What else could it be?” Zlata smiled. “I doubt it’s just a random pokémon.”

“Maybe someone else should try.” Aurora smirked and nudged Nyx to offer the pot to Zlata.

“If you’re a dewott, it explains why Sammy likes you so much.” Zlata gently touched the plant.

“It suits you.” Nyx smiled at the dewott.

The plant glowed again, and more pink energy flowed out of it to Zlata, and then into the air as a gardevior. As the gardevoir appeared, the dewott spiralled to join it. The gardevoir raised its arms and they started to move together, almost as if they were dancing.

Nyx covered her mouth with a hand and pulled the pot back out of reach. “That’s… pretty. But… perhaps I should take it back, I don’t want it to wither…”

Ryun looked away from the avatars, flushing slightly. “Yes… maybe.”

Zlata looked away from them as well, smiling at Nyx. “It’s an interesting gift. Might be useful – and certainly an easier way to find out your avatar than the ceremony in Johto.”

“So mine is currently the worst gift.” Arlette snorted. “Knew it.”

Aurora laughed quietly. “Shall we find somewhere to rest up? Change of clothes?” She glanced at her sister.

“Where’s the nearest place?” Warren asked.

“Lacunosa?” Nyx asked, putting the lid back on the pot. “It’s close, and they all think Kyurem’s a douche.”

The avatars joined into one pink orb and flushed back into the plant, leaving the flowers white once more.

“That would be a good place to start.” Zlata nodded and looked back around. “We can think it through once we’ve all had a rest. Especially you three.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Let’s go, then.” Arlette took her helmet back from Harpy and strode off.

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