- The Fifteenth Year -

Hoenn had become a fleeting memory in Josh's mind. Even the names "Hoenn", "Mauville", and "Racing Grounds" had been lost to time. Only the many days spent training with kyle lopez 's Raikou-familiar kept alive the one memory he had left of the old world: his first run on the back of the legendary Pokémon he desired to befriend for himself. Hoenn did not exist anymore. Only Galar existed now.

Furthermore, Josh was no longer the Gym Leader of Mauville City. He was the Stadium Leader of Hammerlocke, the one who had organized the Galar Speed League. Those who could travel among the four cities regularly and were invested in Hammerlocke's racing circuit would expand it to cover all four cities, raising morale by providing Galarians of all ages much-needed joy and entertainment.

With how often Josh traveled between the cities, and the demand for Galarians to travel between cities, Josh would ferry people to and from them using his six Pokémon, faster than anyone else in the realm except possibly kyle lopez and Eva Morales . Perhaps even faster than Kyle with help from the monarch's Raikou-familiar. Not even Raikiri would be reserved for him; he had no qualms with letting passengers sit astride the Zeraora... provided they were brave enough to withstand the thundercat's incredible speed. If cities ever needed emergency backup, Josh would be one of the first ones on scene, the speed of his Zeraora allowing him to respond faster than almost anyone else.

In his travels, he would enable friends who had been long separated from one another to reunite, such as Isaac Merlo and Julia Davis . He would meet up with some of his friends from the old world, including Oliver Shrakes , Genevieve Cromwell , and most importantly, absalom steel , whom he had been writing back and forth to for years. Josh would fulfill any desires Absalom had to travel between cities. Perhaps he would even get to go for a casual flight on Eva Morales 's Rayquaza once more before Armageddon started.

When not ferrying people between cities, Josh would train hard with kyle lopez 's Raikou-familiar. The one time he got to EXTREME SPEED with Raikou in the old world, it was paralyzing. The only way to get better was to practice, which he did as much as his body would let him. The Beast's gait was rough - even rougher than Aslan's, and the natural thundercloud saddle only did so much to mitigate the forces behind the legendary tiger's flexing back.

Then he had an idea.

"Raikou, rather than sitting on your thundercloud, what if I sunk into your thundercloud?" It was a wild and dangerous idea, only made possible by his SYGNA SUIT and the Manectric he shared that unbreakable, almost Avatar-like bond with. Sitting directly on the feline's flexing back would remove much of the protection the saddle offered, but being enveloped in the purple cloud would also keep him from falling off. With a purr that rattled Josh more strongly than with any of his Pokémon mounts, the Beast seemed to agree, letting him sink directly onto its yellow and black fur. At first, Josh could barely hold his sword mid-charge. With every half-sonic speed run, though, he got better and better, making slow improvements until he fired his first ELECTRO BALL mid-EXTREME SPEED.

A brilliant, yellow explosion of electricity, followed by a deafening sonic boom, would have grabbed the attention of anyone in the vicinity. Perhaps even kyle lopez would have taken notice of Josh's breakthrough. Even then, he would have told the king of his breakthrough. The two continued to hone their skills, Josh at last feeling like a true hero. He was going to get to do what he wanted to do for the League -- whatever that was -- from the beginning.

He was going to smite evil from Raikou's metaphorical saddle. Even if it was only for one day, he felt like the Avatar of Raikou he always wanted to be.

- The Twentieth Year -

As Hammerlocke's Stadium Leader advanced in age, Josh found his body able to do less and less. EXTREME SPEED runs on the Raikou-familiar's back became more and more tiring with every passing year. He found himself dizzy after every Pokémon race when, just five years ago, he found himself reacy to celebrate or even seek more high speed action from his other Pokémon. He had to pick between his racing career and defending Galar.

While he knew the right decision was easy to make, it would not be easy to execute. It was his racing circuit that had provided one of the few forms of entertainment to Galarians for over a decade now. To leave it behind was painful. He would end it with a bang, though: he would demonstrate to Hammerlocke, and any Galarians that wanted to make the journey there, the strength and teamwork he had honed with King Lopez' mighty electric cat. He put on a demonstration of the mightiest EXTREME SPEED Raikou could muster. Galarians cheered as the Beast galloped faster and faster, even Josh a blur from bouncing up and down too rapidly to see. It was only the thundercloud harness that kept the aging man in the saddle.

Once the electric legendary Pokémon reached peak speed, Josh raised his sword above his mount's grey crown and slashed toward the center of the stadium. In a sonic explosion, the ELECTRO BALL detonated with frightening power enabled by being astride the fastest of all land Pokémon. If there was any hope Josh had for fighting off the SKELETON AND THE BLACK KNIGHT, it was this technique.

Of course, as the familiar belonged to kyle lopez , if something untoward were to happen to the monarch, he could not rely on his borrowed legendary steed. He needed a powerful weapon of his own. After hearing of the spread of DYNAMAX BANDs throughout Galar, Josh went to the only person he knew he could rely upon to forge one for him: Amor Rose . It may make the difference in the battle of life and death for Galar's well-being...

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I wonder if I could call this the first sight a light at the end of the tunnel finally. It's strange. Really. The whole situation is strange.

The last ten years, I wondered if the end of the prophecy would ever come to pass. As much as I wanted to go home, I could almost call this new life...normal. Well, it was hardly normal, but I'd say it was something I could almost say I was used to.

...

So I guess this is how it feels to have hope rekindled, huh?

But that was not it either. No, it wasn't what you told me was missing, either. I don't even have to hear your rebukes to know that.

Still...maybe this, too, is fine. I have outlived you, after all. I am the real me.

So I will hope in the future now. There is an ending in sight after all.

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I have been thinking. In ten years, if our estimates are right, then we will come to the end of all of this. If the prophecy is right, this memory will be 'torn asunder,' as graciously worded by whoever wrote it.

So, what happens to everyone here who was from here.

What will happen to this police force I built or to Aidan? Will they be torn asunder or remain?

I dearly desire that all of this doesn't fade away. They are real too...

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It has been...I can't even count how long it has been since the poison has begun to recede. It feels like the world had finally opened up but even now, there's not much to do. Save for the people I directly encountered or my boss, John Sullivan, I didn't know much of anyone there.

I guess I paid my price for being a bit of a loner. But I have plenty to protect here.

Kyrenai has been good to me.

His highness has been fun to be around.

Even my no longer little apprentice has been a pleasure to watch grow.

Besides, I need to continue gaining strength. If the ending is coming, I need to be stronger.

...

I wonder why this feels so familiar. And why you've been so quiet recently, Elaine.

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In a small corner of the world, there was a single pristine field of flowers. As if standing in defiance of the fate that the world had decreed, they stood unabated--a pure white in a sea of venom.

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This spot had become a favorite escape for a certain woman, who now stood upon its center. When she had felt that life had become a bit much to bear, she could always find some solace in this space that had finally seemed to fight back against the cruelty of this world.

Yes, the red-haired police commissioner would regularly sit there after flying atop Tiamat's back to reach this isolated garden—finally having explored a little outside the city she spent a decade and a half of her life in.

"Why?"

But there was no solace in this moment. The young woman stood in the center of the field, speaking to nobody in particular.

"Why won't you speak anymore?"

Her arms flew around.

"You were with me for over a decade."

She clutched her chest.

"You were chiding me for so long."

She made impassioned pleas as she fell to her knees.

"You can't just go silent like this after all this time..."

Her hands made a feeble attempt to wipe the tears from her eyes.

"I still haven't found what I was missing. I still haven't found my answer to you."

But the world never spoke back.

Nobody ever spoke back to her.

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I never thought I would see John Sullivan here but I guess that now that people have been able to move around between cities, I guess it makes sense. The man is duty bound to the last. Even now he is searching for the cat that everyone was fighting before we got here...or maybe only some people were fighting it? Time has rolled on so I cannot say that I remember a lot of the finer details.

A right shame for a detective, huh?

Nevertheless, I saw no sightings so I couldn't be of more help to him.

Still, probably a good idea to keep an eye out regardless. At the very least, if I get any intel, I can act on it now.

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I was talking about not seeing many familiar faces, but I never thought I would run into Violet here of all places.

It was nice.

I never realized that she was here but now that I think about it, the mystery assailant...

Well, I haven't brought up the incident before we entered our memories with her yet. And realistically, I doubt I ever will.

Heh. She so brazenly showed up here.

That is so like her.

Really, it is nice to have another link to the past like her. So I don't forget it all.

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It really is fine to do this, right? I know Aidan said that everyone will be fine in the city if I take a break like this every so often, but even so, it's still off-putting.

Well, it's not like she's going to answer.

It has been a month since Violet Fairbanks returned to Ballonlea. She had invited me to come join her there, but I can't. I still have a city to protect. But that doesn't mean I can't go visit her every so often.

...

Hehe.

I wonder how she'll react seeing me. I'm sure she'll be surprised.

But it will feel warm again to see her. So warm and nice.

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It is fast approaching. The second decade will be coming to an end very soon.

It has been a long twenty years here in an unfamiliar city I had made my home and made a difference in. There is a chance that this will all be erased, but this is a real twenty years that I have experienced. It is far longer than the amount of time I have spent in Hoenn.

There was a time where I had felt that none of this was real. And at the end of the day, none of it might be.

But even so...the friends I have made. The child I adopted. The people I have protected. The strength I gained.

All of it right here and now are real.

But there is a chance that I may never come back. So, I plan to leave Aidan in charge of the police force I raised as a contingency.

This is probably all paradoxical. This is a supposedly a memory that may disappear. However, that doesn't mean I will let everything fall into the night.

I may not have found an answer to what I was missing nor may I have ever heard the voice of my old self again. However, I will still protect it all.

No matter what, even if it is destined to fall apart, I will preserve this memory until the bitter end.

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These are the last remaining records from Elaine Highland—the final remnants of the two decades she had experienced in Motostoke and the final moments left fixed in stone. From here on out, all that remains is the chase to the end of a very uncertain future.

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TL;DR:

• Elaine's outfit, Pre-timeskip
• Post-timeskip FC: Devola-Nier Replicant
• Elaine's weapon staff with a hidden blade, imbued with Inferno (Visual-Staff of Agni from Kubera)
• Elaine ponders the inevitable end of the memory
• Elaine enjoys her newfound friendship with Kyrenai
• Elaine breaks down as she still cannot figure out the answer to the question she was posed by herself at the start of all of this and has stopped hearing the voice and seeing the image of her past self
• Elaine cooperates with John Douglas Sullivan's attempts to find the bad kitty
• Elaine meets Violet during the whole last few years and rekindles a friendship (or maybe more) with her as she realizes Violet was her assailant during the start, but never calls it out
• Elaine takes pride in her apprentice/adopted child and feels she can leave the force to him in the event anything happens to her
• With twenty years of encounters, friends, and emotions behind her, Elaine heads out into the uncertain future of the final battle

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The Aftermath

It was messy that was his first thought, they had managed to drive back the beast that he had only seen once before in Sootopolis, when it had taken his Magmortar. Despite this one not seeming as strong, they had only managed to fend it off, just barely with all of their combined efforts, and the weapons that they wielded. At best it was a stalemate, and the damage to the city was immeasurable, but even worse than that was the damage to the lives of those who lived in it. It wasn't just those of them who had special weapons who had fought. The citizens who had lived here all their lives, lay their lives down to protect their home, and many of them had been lost. Husbands, wives, aunts, uncles, fathers, mothers, brothers, and sisters alike. Death was indiscriminate, and now they were gone.

It was as he wandered the wreckage he heard a crying child, and using his Dragonite, he attempted to clear as much of the wreckage to find them. A boy with crimson red hair was found, and Amor picked him up calling out for his parents, but no one answered the call. He wasn't the only one....On that day Amor found many children left behind by their parents who laid down their lives to protect these precious lights in a world of darkness. It broke his heart, and so at least until he could find some accommodations for them he took them home. Amor had found ten orphans, ten lives who couldn't fend for themselves, and in the coming days he found more, but he couldn't take them all home.

So he approached kyle lopez , and Zev Harcourt with a proposal to build an orphanage, of course Amor would build it on his own even if they didn't give him permission. Everyone seemed to be having children on their own, but he wouldn't see those left behind neglected, and soon the effort began. Those adults who were left behind sheltered some of the orphans, others found their own way. The city shone with kindness, but the first ten he found lived with him in Leif's home. A home he had inherited from his former teacher. It was to large for just himself anyway so it was nice to fill it up.

The children were still grieving, but Amor did all he could to care for them. Making sure they had plenty to eat, a place to sleep, and he rarely left them alone. The oldest was nine, and the youngest was two. Amor had his hands full. Some of the women of the city would stop by, and help the obviously struggling blacksmith care for them. His life was getting turned upside down once again, but he wouldn't leave them alone. Just as Walter had cared for him when his parents had been killed, he would do the same for these kids.

The Eleventh Year

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Amor did not envy parents kids were tough to manage, especially ten of them, all the while building an orphanage for the rest. It had taken almost an entire year for the oldest ones to open up to him, and live life normally. The younger ones didn't entirely understand all that had transpired, but that was okay. Amor didn't want to dim the lights in their hearts. Though it was a handful he enjoyed the feeling of having them around. They were as follows:

Marcus - Age 10
Bonnie - Age 9
Aurelius - Age 9
Chloe - Age 8
Samantha - Age 7
Alexander - Age 7
Lillian - Age 5
Drake - Age 5
Julius - Age 4
Marcella - Age 3

Amor had somehow managed to get five boys, and five girls, though their ages ran the gamut, and all of their needs were different. The older kids helped him out with the younger ones. Potty training was the worst, but he endured it. Of course had a soft spot for Marcella as she was the youngest, and he had given her, her name. No one knew her name, and since she couldn't speak properly he had named her after his mother. He would apologize when she was older if she disliked her name. Though that was only one challenge. Amor had to potty train the younger ones, he tutored them all on top of still fulfilling orders from the shop.

Some of the women offered to babysit for him when he needed to work, but it soon became apparent that when his presence was missing the children became tyrants. It was rumored within the city that Ten Tyrants lived with the Blacksmith, though he wouldn't find this out until much later. Sometimes Marcus, Bonnie, Aurelius, and Chloe would come to the shop with him. Watch him forge, or just read, while the others were left with babysitters.

Amor didn't skimp on their education, and while he didn't know the customs of Galar, he wanted to give Marcus something for his birthday that year. While it was late by his families standards, he figured it was okay.

While Amor had remained celibate Draco, his Dragonite, had not, and had managed to have some children of his own. So on Marcus's 10th birthday, Amor gave him a Dratini of his own. The boys eyes glowed with happiness as he got his first pokemon. Amor felt something akin to pride swelling in his chest.

The Twelth Year

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For the past year Amor had been busy, with the Orphanage reconstructed all of the orphans left behind by the war at least had a place that would take care of them. Of course he checked in on it from time to time. He would later find out that due to him, and his Dragonite always showing up, and with how intimidating he appeared to be to the adults, they secretly named the Orphanage The Dragons Treasure.

Amor had been training Marcus for the past year as well in hand to hand combat, and in pokemon battles. Just as he had been by Walter. Amor had thought he would want to give them all up, but two years had passed, and he wouldn't dare give up his children. Often he wondered how Elise Calcifet would feel if she knew he had adopted this many. The boy was quick to pick up on everything Amor taught him, and seemed to have a knack for battle, but he often acted without thinking things through. That plus the overwhelming difference in power between them meant he lost alot, but he never gave up.

It was Bonnie, and Aurelius's tenth birthdays this year, and so as he had done with Marcus, he gifted them both a Dratini of their own, and so their training began alongside with Marcus's. It was during this year that he found out that they were all becoming their own people right before his eyes. Marcus was smitten with battle, and trained all the time even when Amor wasn't around. Bonnie however preferred to read, and research things, which was everything. She absorbed books like a sponge did water.

Aurelius liked music, and Amor had gotten him a violin since he said he wanted to learn. Though his playing was pretty rough at first, after a few months of practice he had gotten the hang of it. Almost like a prodigy. Chloe liked to build things, and was often in the forge with Amor watching him turn shapeless husks of metal into marvels before her eyes. Though he didn't understand, she asked him to teach her how to forge. So made her a tiny hammer fit for her size, and an anvil to match letting her practice on softer metals to start.

Samantha, and Alexander were troublesome. Together they were almost like twin mischief makers, and enjoyed playing pranks on the people of the city, but they were almost always caught, and brought back to Amor who just apologized profusely, and would reprimand the children. Though he would sometimes give them hints on how to not get caught.

Lilian, Drake, and Julius were still incredibly young, and still learning but they enjoyed babying their littlest sister Marcella. Before he knew it, it seemed like he had a family appear out of thin air....They all called him Mr. Amor though, it didn't bother him he realized he wasn't their father, and he had no intention of making them call him something so intimate.

The Thirteenth Year

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Amor had received a few letters over the years from Tempest Quinn , Isaac Merlo , but he always sent brisk non-replies. Telling them that he was fine, that he had become a blacksmith, but it was this year that he had changed that pattern. He sent both of them a letter that was essentially the same. They were after all some of the few friends he felt he still had in this world.

So I know it's been a while since I've sent you anything, apologies for that. Running the smithy, and building an orphanage sort of eats up time, and I lose track of time here with no technology. It's so easy to get lost in life here....Makes me wonder why I couldn't do that in Hoenn...Occasionally I still try to find a way home, but it always fails. Regardless of that, I have sort of become a dad, or well at least a guardian.

After the last battle I kind of adopted ten children, and after the orphanage was finished....I didn't want to send them away. If you're ever in Hammerlocke you should come visit. The kids would enjoy meeting Royalty I'm sure. I should probably teach them manners....I hope you're doing well regardless. I'm going to stop here before I start rambling on.

Sincerely,
Amor Rose

When those were sent out he went to work at the forge with Chloe when he got a surprise visit from the rest of the children, and their babysitter. In their hands was a cake, it was definitely made by the children. It was five shapes all at once, and they have let Marcella do the writing on it.

"So um....We never celebrate your birthday, and we didn't know when it was, so we thought today...." Marcus was the one who had masterminded this apparently since he was acting all bashful.

"I guess that is right...." he said, he wasn't one for many words lately, but he cleared off the shop counter, and sat the cake down. Letting the kids cut him his slice, he had to blow out the candles, and make a wish.

"I wish.....I wish they can come back with me...." Amor didn't know if they could come back to Hoenn with him, but he prayed for the first time in a long time to his God....Maybe Dialga could make it happen....He doubted it.

So he took a bite of the cake, and it was definitely made by the kids. Too much sugar, the bread was a little hard, but they all stared at him with eyes glowing of love. It was the best cake he had ever eaten. So he devoured the entire thing, and just smiled at them. Grabbing them all up in a group hug.

"Thanks you guys....It means a lot."

"Don't....Make it weird! We just uh....Well...." Marcus wasn't one for expressing himself emotionally properly, but it was alright. "We should go. Anyways thanks dad!" Rang out of Marcus's mouth, and then the others all followed suit.

Marcella in her quiet little voice even called him "Dad"....

When he was alone, he cried for the first time. A long hard cry, tears of happiness streamed down his face. He wondered if this is how his own father, or Walter felt. This parenting thing....It wasn't so bad....

The Fourteenth Year

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The children all freely called him Dad, or father since that day, they were all growing up so fast. Soon he was training six of them at once with their Dratini. Samantha, and Alexanders birthday's had already happened so like their siblings they were each gifted a Dratini from him. Marcus's Dratini had just recently evolved into a Dragonair, and they were all relentlessly trying to defeat him, and Draco in battle.

"Ugh you, and Draco are just so unfair Dad! You guys are way to strong!" Chloe complained after a particularly harrowing defeat, and he just laughed, and mussed up her hair a little.

"You will get there one day I promise. Time, and patience, just like in the forge." He explained to her, as the four youngest were all climbing over his Dragonite like he was a jungle gym.

"Yeah well one day, I'm gonna be even tougher!" Marcus declared pumping his fist into the air, but there was a loud giggle from behind, it was Marcella. She was sticking her tongue out at Marcus.

"You won't ever, ever, ever beat dad! Pfffftssttssttt" He said blowing a raspberry at her older brother.

It just made Amor laugh. Of course he himself remembered the harshness of his own training by his father, and then Walter, so he was careful to not go that hard on them.

"Alright let's go get cleaned up for dinner." He told them all, and like a well oiled family unit they were racing off to the house. Draco keeping his eyes on the four little ones that were currently riding on his back, while they others all rushed off ahead.

A house of little dragons....Amor felt at peace here....But just in case, he would have to have a talk with them soon....He wasn't looking forward to it.

The Fifteenth Year

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Each year drew closer, and it was this year that Amor decided to have a talk with the oldest kids. Marcus, Bonnie, Aurelius, and Chloe. They were all statues, hanging on to his every word he told them it was important, and they seemed to take that seriously.

"You're all strong kids, so I wanted to tell you this now. So you can all look after your siblings just in case." Amor didn't know if this world would persist, but he had already written the will to leave everything to the kids in case he did vanish. they would not want for anything. "I'm not originally from this world....I come from another place far away, and sort of got stranded here. The ones that you all call heroes, or Royalty are the same. I don't know if we are stuck here forever, or if we will be forced to go home....I'm going to do everything I can to try, and bring you guys with me. But if I can't....If I can't...." Amor's weakness was showing.

He would break, but it was Marcus who stood up, and put his hand on Amor's shoulder. He had gotten so tall, he was fifteen now, and he just looked Amor in the eye. Man to man, but he smiled.

"Don't worry, I'll protect them. It's what the big brother does right? Just like you protected us, we even have Draco's children as our own, and he is super strong! So they have to be just as strong right? Don't worry....We'll be okay." He was trying to reassure Amor, but even he could see the boy fighting off the tears on the edges of his eyes.

The other three were much the same. Puffing out their chests, but it was just a front, and so he just grabbed all four, and hugged them.

"I love you all...." He told them, and so they all cried a little together.

The Sixteenth Year

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After that day everything had been picking up pace. The Ten Tyrants were well known around Hammerlocke, but as they got older they got into less, and less trouble. Marcus often battled other kids, Chloe was usually in the shop with Amor helping him. Aurelius preferred to play his instruments in the town square to show off a little. Bonnie was constantly in the library studying the day away trying to figure out more about this land that her father came from.

Lilian, and Drake had received their own Dratini last year, and were in a competition to see who would get theirs to evolve first. Marcus usually watched over them. Julius got his Dratini this year, and he never went anywhere without it. He named his Draco thinking that if he gave it the same name as his dad's it would make it just as strong. It was honestly a sweet notion, and Amor didn't have the heart to correct him.

Marcella was now the only one without a Dratini of her own, but she was patient. She tended to spend her days watching her other siblings, and drawing. Amor had bought her a bunch of art supplies after she saw the paintings of Elise Calcifet , and Leif in his room one day. She said she wanted to make pictures like that. So he bought her a sketchpad, and as many pencils as he thought she needed.

So she drew the days away in the shop with him, and Chloe. This was the most peaceful of all the years, and next year all of his kids would have gone through the right of passage just like he had. HIs families legacy wouldn't have gone to waste. He had passed it on to ten worthy successors to his name, and that brought him peace. Even if the future was uncertain.

[The Seventeenth Year

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This year it was Marcella's birthday, and her celebration was the biggest, not because of Amor's doing, but because her siblings had decided to throw their youngest sister the biggest bash she could dream of. In fact Amor had almost no hand in it, they spoiled her, and protected her, without him. After all they had all helped raise her from when she was just a little baby.

So it was a big celebration, some of the other townsfolks dropped in to say hi, and hang out with the large family. After all the food was gone, and everyone was almost in a food coma, they had given her gifts. Chloe gave her a bracelet that she had forged herself. Aurelius played her a song that he had composed himself. Bonnie gave her a book on all the Pokemon of Galar. Julius gave her a pair of socks with little Dratini on them.

Lilian, and Drake got her a gift together, and it was a necklace they had saved up to get her. Samantha gave her a dress, and Alexander gave her a little Princess Crown.

However this year instead of Amor presenting her, her Pokemon, Marcus had asked if he could. So Amor sat back, and watched as the oldest approached his youngest. His Dragonair following behind him, and a Pokeball in his hand he held it out for her to take, and take it she did. With eyes full of large sparkles, and delight she was finally just like the rest of them.

Releasing her Dratini she gave it a big hug, and Amor just sat back, and watched with a bright smile. Draco behind him with his arms crossed, but Amor could tell he was happy.

"I'm going to name you.....Violet!" Marcella exclaimed, and now she had a partner for life. The rest of the day was the kids battling each other, and being kids. Marcella was surprising good at battling, but she had also been watching her siblings through her entire life. So he figured it made sense.

The Nineteenth Year

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The past two years had passed by quicker than he could imagine. All the kids were off doing their own thing, helping the town, or him. They were his pride, and joy, the story of the Ten Tyrants had faded. They would go to the Orphanage that he had helped build, and help out there with the younger kids.

Amor was proud of them, they were all good kids, which made sense, they were his kids after all. Though he could feel it, something was drawing near, and he didn't like it. Like a looming shadow that fell over his life, and so he gathered them all up one day, and he had a talk with all of them. The same talk he had with the older kids just a few years ago. Of course the ones he had already told this too were better equipped it was the younger ones who took it the hardest.

Amor still promised to himself to find a way to bring them with him. If nothing else he would do his best to find a way. Though he knew the four eldest would look after the younger ones. They were all almost adults now....

The Final Year

They wanted to fight with him, he remembered how much they begged him, but he for the first sternly told them no, that it was to dangerous. When they pressed the issue he gave them these words.

"Look around you? This city....This place, these people you need to protect them in my stead. You're all strong, so much stronger than I could ever hope. So protect the people for me? Because if you do that, then that means I can give it my all in this fight. Can you do that for me?" He looked at all of them, they were just as stubborn as he was, and he realized that not all traits were genetic.

"Yeah we can do that Dad...Marcus is too stubborn to admit when he loses, but we'll help you this way." It was Chloe who spoke up, she had more muscle than some of her siblings because of all the time she spent in the forge with him. Not even Marcus tried to argue with her, and just made an annoyed "tch" noise. It made him smile, and Amor walked up to his oldest son.

"Protect them for me...." He whispered while Chloe arranged the others.

"Of course old man....Just come back to us before....Well you know...." Amor just smiled at him.

Marcella approached him before he left, and she held out her hand. Taking it, there was a bracelet in her hand. It had letters on it, each of the letters was the first one of their names.

"Incase we don't get to see you after this...." She was close to crying, but she was putting up a brave face for him, and so he hugged her tightly hiding his own tears.

"I'll find you all again....I promise." With that he put his gift on, and then hopped on to the back of his most trusted partner, Draco. It was time.

"Hey Dialga....I know I don't pray to you often....Just look after my kids for me....I know you've heard me once before....Just protect them in case I can't."

He could at least live in the solace knowing that his kids would be alright, they had each other.

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TLDR
Amor adopts 10 kids.
Amor builds an orphanage.
Just slice of life raising kids
Amor cries when they bake him a cake, and call him dad for the first time.
On each of their tenth birthdays he gifts them a Dratini to call their partner.
On the final battle they give him a bracelt with the first letters of their names so he doesn't forget them.
Amor asks Dialga to protect his kids as he goes off to the final battle.