PLENILUNE

MISSION

“SHE IS WITH US,” she confesses with her hand over her chest. the jubilation in her voice makes her oath seems childish in comparison. modern day devotion adheres to a nomenclature of solemnity and the orthodox.

“elisa,” is the question she extends with her open hand. “have you ever had something taken from you? something no one else had a right to steal?”

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Elisabeth Fiorelli

PLENILUNE

MISSION

“MY MISERY,” she reveals with a smile turn sardonic.

in this moment, they are polar opposites:

CAIT ALFRIC.

someone who died for her cause. a fae spirit embellished in a ritualistic fever. servant of celebii. an instrument played by the person she admired most. now, she is but a specter. left to be forgotten but content nonetheless. she knows a new god now…

ELISABETH FIORELLI.

a survivor who would abandon any and all if it meant her success. a jaded killer who knows better than to inherently trust god. not after she snipped the strings that would spool her a marionette. for she can never forget the implication. one that turns her sour. one beckoned by…

yin and yang. opposites that contrast and compliment. mothers of the earth, green with their touch.

balance.

“but we must remember, human matters are just that: human.”

her fingers wriggle in anticipation of joining hands. under the full moon, her freckled skin bleeds true. this time, she is not ethereal.

“to steal from the world is a transgression that must be punished.”

she is real.

“they are here,” she whispers, eying the bare trees around them. their leaves have turns white now, glowing with the same color of the moon. “thieves that would doom our world.”

a faint mist starts to settle in. with it, comes the figure of indistinguishable beasts.

“we have prepared long and hard. my brothers and sisters. the world at large.”

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Elisabeth Fiorelli

PLENILUNE

MISSION

“ELISA,” she murmurs pleadingly, “gods do not ask. they choose.”

when dewy mist becomes thick enough to congeal, they start to broach sootopolis’ shore. a small one bounces uphill, recognizable even in this state. her sunkern comes to join the pair, free from the weight of thunder and ice.

“humans are such fickle beings. when they no longer fight for the world, the gods must move on.”

at its zenith, the moon bleeds bright red. the wind howls with the cries of those that have gathered. chirps from pokemon, whispering from humans. they all pool together in a perfect orchestra of tonight’s procession.

“but her warrior was taken from us.”

cait voice lowers.

which leaves the two of them. double. toil and trouble.

“by a pokemon that does not belong here! it has taken him from her,” cait cries out in grief.

vengeance burns on her tongue. sootopolis bubbles behind them. an eternal caldron.

“you have been in her presence.”

she hoists her hands up high. she squeezes her fingers tight. squeezes for dear life. at least, what remains.

“and he weighs on you even now.”

she swings her in a ring-around-the-rosie, cradling the moon between open arms. hers are bound by a conviction that has died once before. the other has yet to realize just how far this celestial body will go.

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the songs of the fallen come to their crescendo. their forms are no longer bound to the mist. they become figments of light. raw and pink. like the flesh they have long abandoned.

“show your respect. revere her righteous wrath!”

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Elisabeth Fiorelli

PLENILUNE

MISSION

IT IS DARKEST RIGHT BEFORE THE DAWN. a world pitch black is the last it remembers. caused by a pokemon that has no business here. but that one did not infringe on her avatar.

on her choice.

her enemy is an amalgamation. a grail of everything wrong with the world condensed into a single being. a pokemon that would do more than just oppose her; it will steal from everyone. is is avarice personified. a being that has no idea why it greeds but does so because that is its singular purpose.

but this beast has no ground against nature’s true might. this is the will of the world and therefore an extension of the gods.

there must be balance.

she had lost once. disparaged by men, defeated by surprise. and in return, she has taken her time. recovered from her wounds in hoenn’s sea. washed over by a feeling only she knows.

there will be retribution.

the light encircles them. it razes all that it touches. scorches grass and earth alike with a burning passion built entirely on spite. every wrong has a right. those who go about it in a way that exacts a toll will know her name.

the wistful has grown restless.

this is NATURE’S MADNESS.

a lost treasure surfaces from sootopolis’ coast. it float to them, light as air, free from burden. there will be a time to act, when duty forces the pokemon’s hand. but that will come after it has reclaimed what it has lost.

“she feels it within you! embrace who you are!”

in all her time with him, the pokemon has learned one thing.

“the land will care for you but you must return to her what was lost.”

now is a time for business.

“he belongs to us.”

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Elisabeth Fiorelli

PLENILUNE

MISSION

TAPU FINI DOES NOT MOVE. it does not smile. or blink. it only stares. a deep seated gaze that looks into your eyes and beyond. a gaze so thorough that it seeps into the soul. that way it knows who you and what you look like. it will never forget.

and when the time comes, it will join you on that journey to the great beyond.

“elisa!”

cait’s shouts breaks the mystical thrall the tapu fini has over her.

“you will respect our mistress!”

MISTY TERRAIN engulfs the coast. they are surrounded by it. embraced by its touch. a hug so endearing that it reeks of their mutual animosity. the pokemon knows her pain and she too will understand its anguish.

“i told you already, gods do not ask. they choose.”

and elisabeth will realize she has been more than chosen. she has been tasked. at her fingertips pools a glitter she did not have before.

now she is the conductor. all she has to do is keep up her end of the bargain.

to weave the start of this vicious cycle.

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Elisabeth Fiorelli

PLENILUNE

MISSION

“YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN.”

fear is normal. it is a warning. the body’s way of regulating self preservation. in the face of the unknown, many reject the prospect of new. for even a promotion, from pawn to queen, requires a new mindset. no longer is one confined to a linear path.

now, the entire board is open. the only limit here is one’s imagination.

and to what lengths they’ll go.

“but you are not the only chosen.”

cait clasps her hands together in a silent prayer. they hold her steady when she kneels. when skin touches wet grass. and even when they seep through.

“our mistress will take care of you. grant you the gifts you need to fulfill your pilgrimage.”

the MISTY TERRAIN starts to crawl closer. the edge of their perimeter gets smaller and smaller as they start to corner elisabeth. sparkles that crawl up her gown and nip at her skin. she can feel them in her hair, curling around her ears. looking for a way in.

“do what you will with him.”

any way in.

“but remember that he belongs to our mistress.”

cait starts to fade and so does the moon. but the tapu fini? it stays. it is here now, tired of biding its time. impatient in its return to hoenn’s ecosystem.

“and we must collect what is rightfully ours.”

it extends its webbed hand. water pools around its three fingers. it reaches for her head.

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Elisabeth Fiorelli