Both trainer and Pokémon gazed upon the violent spectacle of light and destruction until they saw naught but the machine lying in the middle of the sizeable crater.
Sparks flew from it like the dramatic gushing of life giving fluids.
Andrea began to speak, and Elinor began to listen, only for the two of them to be violently interrupted by the sudden attempt at escape from the Paradox Pokémon.
The Pink misty walls were torn by a roaring tornado. But before the Mechanical Chomper-copy could get through Andrea threw a Pokéball and captured it.
Much to Elinor’s surprise it seemed to work.
“CONGRATULATIONS?!” Elinor spoke an equal mix of enthusiasm and surprise in her voice.
“That thing was surprisingly strong.” She commented. Far too strong to be that of a mere wild Pokémon.
“If we could capture more of those…” She mumbled quietly, as her gaze turned to the Salamence that stepped toward her. And as it did she pondered something else.
If this mist can manifest our dreams and wishes… Could it possibly revive the dead?The memory of Gon her Salamence slowly welled up in her, the good… And the bad.
And the mist latched onto all of it. It grew dark, devoid of light on the night sky. Vaste, as if space and time was no longer a concept to the pinkness of dreams turned nightmare.
But Elinor could still see. Even though she wished she could not. The faint silhouette of a giant tree in the background. The slowly descending black hail.
A shiver ran down her spine.
“Andrea this isn’t your doing, right?” Elinor looked toward the young dragon-enthusiast. Terror in her eyes.
Shadowy wispy forms began to move about, some more in focus than others. One particular form closest to them, a bright pink haired woman and a Salamence. Their forms grew more dense, as if the mist itself was slowly rendering it all from memories.
Minh the Illumina Salamence looked in confusion toward what was clearly its trainer and… And… It couldn’t be. Gon… Her father. His powerful wings kept his trainer safe from the Dark hail that was taking up more space upon his wings by the second.
Now it was Elinor’s turn to hug herself, each hand clutching the opposite arm as she shivered from a nonexistent cold. She shook her head, praying that it would end.
A huge explosion ended the silence of the scene for a brief moment.
Andrea and Elinor would be largely unaffected, as if this was all just a cinematic play for them.
The same could not be said for the Salamence and trainer of that day. The Salamence with its blackened wings had curled up around its trainer, protecting it from the explosion. The faint muffled voice of a desperate young woman began to emerge from the slowly dying Salamence.
“Gon. Gon, are you alright?”
The Elinor of now began to sob. She didn’t want to be reminded of this.
“Gon… Gon… Gon Answer? ANSWER ME!” The scene continued.
The Salamence did not reply as the last heaves of air escaped from it. Its last act of service was to remove its wing so she could exit.
“No Gon, you can’t do this. Move. MOVE GON, WE NEED TO GET AWAY!” The sight of a frantic Elinor trying to push, shove and at last hit the dead body in frustration, was evident as she begged for Salamence to move just one more time.
“I… I am sorry, Gon. I am So, so sorry Gon.”
The Elinor of now bawled almost as much as the Elinor of then.
The Dark Hail began to grow like fungi-spores upon the dead Salamence.
The Elinor of the past hurried out. Watching as the Dark Spores consumed the Salamence, turning into a crystal casket.
I don’t want to see this. Please, no more… If only I had been stronger, it could’ve been different. The Elinor of now was shaking, crying, lost in her own thoughts as her eyes perceived her worst nightmare for the second time.
But this was where the Interdream mist stopped adhering to the reality of memories and started putting its own artistic spin on things.
A crack appeared in the crystals, then one more, and another soon following that. The loud growling of a dragon refusing to die emerged, breaking apart crystal with ease until it pulled itself out of its casket like a newborn Butterfree.
“Gon…” Elinor looked in baffled surprise alongside the Illumina Salamence.
While what stood before them definitely resembled a Salamence, it looked different. And it didn’t seem to recognize them or anything for that matter. It looked around in anger, pain and confusion until its eyes locked on Elinor and the Illumina Salamence.
They were the source of all this. They had to be, why else would their visage be seared in its mind?
A bright blue hue formed around its body accentuating its Draconic features as it rushed headlong at them with a DRAGON RUSH.
OOC: INTERDREAM (1/2)
LOCATION: Ultra Deep Sea
PROMPT:- 10 IC POST
