Trailed by a hitchhiker flame, Angelo makes for the next island undeterred. No matter its whispered timbre shadowing him, following the north star in the Soul Dew remains the pilot's resolute priority.
It's become routine now. As soon as Angelo lands his seaplane upon merciful tides, feet splashing through the shallows to venture into the island's depths, his eyes are keenly lured towards discovering remnants of memories.
Blue meets blue after a short walk. As if they were both seeking one another, the wisp overtakes his vision eagerly and with his treasure found, Angelo welcomes it.
Pain rushes to greet him in a crunching handshake.
Locked in the memory's grip, agony blooms as the islanders fixate the blame of their circumstances on them -
him - with blind bloodlust. Unleashing arrows and mortar, fear and wrath, as a familiar reflection determinedly races towards the devouring mouth of the sea.
It's seeing his host try so hard however, guided by the burning compassion to save them all, that breaks Angelo's heart most.
Even if he'd been met with nothing but contempt and brutality, Latios tries. Oh, he tries.
For them, he even risks a precious piece of himself.
(Angelo doesn't need to relive his memories, to understand with nostalgic familiarity, why he'd be compelled to do so.)
Between outstretched claws, Latios brings forth his soul and Angelo feels his breath still in anticipation, daring to hope, as hungry tides begin to calm against the Eon pokémon's will.
Their next breath never comes. Hope choking on a pool of blood, gathering in a pierced throat.
Cold, they turn to face their slayer. Only there's no anger as they meet Marno's frightful expression. He's just a young, scared boy, powerlessly clutching his bow in the looming shadow of death.
There's just crushing sadness.
He fought. He'd fought for them. Until his soul couldn't give any more. Angelo feels the legendary's resolve die like a doused flame, gravity taking them down.
Letting that hungry sea take them, also.
At least, beneath the tempestuous calamity that rages on the surface, the ocean deep is quiet...
Peaceful...
And so together, they fade...
...
“
Latios!”
Breath painfully frantic and desperate, starved, Angelo wakes up collapsed on his knees. Drowned senses suddenly awaking with overwhelming clarity, bringing him back to a once doomed island now thriving and at rest.
Salt touches his lips still. Tears having pooled and cascaded over, long before he'd awoken in his grief.
Quickly pushing them away with the heel of his palm, Angelo watches transfixed as from his hand, the Soul Dew cries, too.
Watches as from his palm, his blood and sweat and tears, Latios is reborn. Latias's joyful chime at her brother returning to them, is worth every long, navigated course they'd taken on their journey.
Angelo meets both with open arms.
“
We did it, Latias. We did it.” Comes the wet, muffled laugh into feathers as the pilot clutches at the Eon duo's necks, the three of them embracing one another in celebration. Clinging tight, as if gripping onto a weightless dream.
“
About time,” he eventually lets out on trembled breath, damp eyes dried beneath the warmth of a heartfelt smile as hands frame the dragons face. “
We've been waiting for you to wake up. Didn't know you'd be such a heavy sleeper.”
Deep beneath the surface as their foreheads touch, an intangible but brilliant, inexplainable thread intertwines their souls.
It doesn't matter if it has a name yet.
For now, there's no contemplation about the flame that makes itself a home in the Soul Dew shell.
For now, there's no sadness over Latias's eventual departure down a path of her own choosing.
All that matters in that moment, is that the three of them are together.
A family found.
“Welcome home, Latios.”
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Locke Jamison has been
chosenprompt: conflict
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two,
three (2/3 rocket)
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red flame