EON

A CHANCE ENCOUNTER

THE CREATURE CONTINUES as they travel on a shared pilgrimage. it makes no movement that would imply it recognizes the pilot’s presence. however, whenever they proximity exceeds a certain threshold, it noticeably speeds up. blue sparks of a faint aura come to life up until the spacing between them is restored.

the way home requires a short detour. to travel in a straight line, the most efficient route, requires traversing over the ESUNA ISLES. while the island themselves are nothing special, the conditions that surround it are impossible to breach.

misshapen land juts out from the ocean. each one creates a different flow from pacifidlog’s warm current. the clash of the cold waters from sootopolis create terrible whirlpools and frequent storms. the winds howl louder than any thunder, masking them in the perpetual grey that blots out the sky.

it’s perimeter doesn’t encompass much. the lands below seem so sparse that no one has ever found any value in them. it exist as a no-man’s land. a place with no purpose and no means of reaching.

perfect exile.

it is not the first time such a skill pilot has come across it. but, like the rest of the region, very few people care about some wasteland so far off from civilization. the regular hoennian sea is vast and unpredictable. it holds an encyclopedia of secrets that man has yet to discover.

the only time this area has had any relevance was from a request many, many months ago. an inquiry not about this place specifically, but a curious question of: is there a place that’s unapproachable? this spot lies at the top of the list, left unconquered against the very best.

and, despite the knowledge, despite the uniform truth that this island is beyond reach, the pokemon seems to ignore all caution. turbulence holds no weight against it. for every gust of wind that bats against its body, a BARRIER flickers into existence, plain to see whenever something tries to make contact.

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EON

A CHANCE ENCOUNTER

THE IMPOSSIBLE becomes possible. not even the elements prove a match against whatever BARRIER this pokemon has erected. but, they certainly try. every meter this creature breaches brings a more vivid outline of the PSYCHIC aura that remains stalwart against the wind.

unfortunately, this protect doesn’t extend to anyone else. the moment the wind curves around the shield is the moment it picks up the insane speed the ESUNA ISLES are known for. both elusive and dangerous, none will know its hidden treasures.

except one.

clouds thicken up until a fog rolls in to take its place. an untimely veil steals away whatever visibility is left. the perfect storm to claim the life of another unruly adventurer.

however, the turmoil will find no purchase today. the same blue flicker of the psychic pokemon starts to surround the plane. it stands against the wind, creating a small pocket to alleviate the pressure of such unsightly weather.

this time, the wind finds a way in. the most miniscule cracks allow the sharp howl of a force unrelenting.

they do not have long before this too becomes a victim of ESUNA’s WINDS.

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angelo vestri

EON

A CHANCE ENCOUNTER

ESUNA’S ISLE is a land untouched by people. vibrant, green grass threatens to swallow all that would make landfall. it’s wild and unruly, hiding the pokemon angelo has followed.

a pair of noodle arms and unsightly oversized head peak out from the meadow’s curtain. it’s ill, plain, hospital-like gray sticks out against the backdrop of deep colors. the contrast is as certain as their origins.

artificial versus organic.

man versus nature.

and while angelo’s spirit and heart calls out to his companions, someone else muddles his mind.

“human.”

the voice is loud, invasive. it screeches like nails against a chalkboard.

“you follow me,” and it’s quickly replaced with something more bearable. something softer, inquisitive. “why?”

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angelo vestri

EON

A CHANCE ENCOUNTER

“THE ISLAND.”

“this island.”

the conversation now floats between the three of them. whatever privacy his headspace may have once owned is now housing the guests that speaks straight to his consciousness.

“you have questions for me?”

they take turns but there’s hardly a pause between them. their exchanges are almost instant, succeeding one with a speed that shows they know what the other is going to say well before they commit it to his memory.

“you may ask one question.”

“and then we will make one demand.”

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angelo vestri

EON

A CHANCE ENCOUNTER

IT’S A LOADED QUESTION, whether angelo knows it or not. seemingly simple on the surface, the difficulty behind it is the creature’s own ignorance. silence skims the surface, like well broiled fat, thick and overshadowing.

why did it come here?

instinct?

impulse?

memory?

“to rest.”

its tail thumps against the ground expectantly.

"we have answered your question. now you will hear our demand.“

“show us your pokemon!”

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angelo vestri

EON

A CHANCE ENCOUNTER

“I SENSE IT.”

its tail moves away from the floor to swish aimlessly in the air. that’s where it belongs. the one trait it shares with the trainer that so boldly denies mewtwo it’s claim.

but it does not and can not perceive past the veil that makes latias unique. that power is one that can hide them from even the most terrible variant of this tragic beast.

what it senses is the plane. or, more specifically, the pokemon left behind.

“a pokemon…”

mewtwo rises, a minute levitation that, based on its psychic prowess, proves must easier than the physicality of walking itself.

it starts in the direction of angelo’s rotom. his presence has diminished in return, forgotten in the face of mewtwo’s true objective.

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