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With the weight of her axe on her back, Madeline tried not to think of what came next. If all the naysayers were right, today would pop this dream like a soap bubble. And she wasn't sure she wanted it to.

She could practically smell the upcoming battle. The poison carried its own scent as well. She turned to the town she’d spent so long protecting—knowing the best way to do that was with the army. “Stay in one piece, all right?” Of course, the stone doesn’t reply. It’s not like she expected it to.

With a nod of thanks, she climbs onto her oversized Crobat. With a whoomph of leathery wings, they follow the string of soldiers and their lupine pointing star. In her chest, her heart pounds like an out-of-control bongo drum.


A shadow falls over her as a Braviary descends from above. From it, a grinning face stares down at the woman beneath. “Hey, Mom! This is—” Before she can finish the sentence, her mother’s voice raises with anger. Her hands tighten around the harness latching her to the back of the bat.


“Go home, Ripley!” Madeline’s voice is uncharacteristically sharp. Any of its typical ease is gone, replaced by maternal panic. “I’ll drag you back if I have to!”

The younger woman looks stunned by the fiery tone for a moment. But that was soon replaced with a stubbornly set brow. “I’d like to see you try!” Her eyes filled with tears. “Since you’re just gonna leave tomorrow!” Before the first responder could respond, a giant ball of fire cleaved the air between the two. She dove into the army to avoid it.

When her vision cleared, the teenager was a dot on the distant battlefield. Shit.

But she didn’t have time to worry about her right now. The air around them was a minefield. Gusts of wind drove them forward faster. Giant typhoons and projectiles flew like rice at a wedding. Her mind needed to be here right now. If they didn’t win now, their argument would end in a crater.

Amber eyes stared down at the army before her. Getting to the other creatures would be a lot easier with all the peons out of the way. “Get me closer.” With a screech, the bat dove toward the far right third. The axe was jerked from its holder.

Its tip glowed as she trailed it toward the army. Beneath them, the ground softened into the quick sand of Sand Tomb. Upon reaching the end of the army, Madd drove the Crobat toward the nearest Slowking. “Dark Pulse!” If nothing else, this place finally ground the type trees into her head.

With a shriek, the Crobat unleashed a shadowy ray at the psychic-type’s head.

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The fated day of calamity starts like any other for the girl known as Caesi. She draws hot water for her queen's bath, she prepares an opulent breakfast, she stands readily by her side as she paints a gorgeous landscape. Yet the bell tolls as the clock strikes 12, the skies bleed red as a the land strikes at the stars with a spear of magenta light. The words that come out of her mouth feel like they're spoken by another person, like she's a passive observer to all of this while some sort of program runs in her mind on autopilot.
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She's ordered to mobilize the palace staff, a task she succeeds in of course without fail. She sees people that she's come to know and love over ten years, they're all trapped behind a film of crimson glass as something presses at the back of her mind, an implanted order from someone she used to be, a Plan that had to be enacted on this day. The girl known as Caesi calmly strides to the gardens, pushing her way through the roses and lilies as she approaches a sequestered spot amidst the thorns that tear at her skin. She crouches down and starts digging, dirt and muck staining her hands as she digs for a solid twenty minutes before she finally finds what she's looking for.
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A set of six pokeballs, recently used. Flashes of the past burn her eyes as another trains in secret, always preparing for this moment in the shadows of the night. She had never died, she was simply hiding for ten years. Hiding and waiting. The girl known as Caesi is buried in this garden, ready to be forgotten along with the rest of this pitiful fantasy.
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She wears the clothes of a ghost for just a little longer as they march upon the battlefield, three fronts drowned in poison awaiting as a Skeleton and a Black Knight do battle upon the hill where it all begins and ends. The girl remains silent even as she pulls out a hitherto unseen Pokeball from her personage, pointing at the battlefield and releasing a miscolored Gengar upon the field. A familiar voice speaks for the first time in ten years.
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"Haunt them, ghost of turbulent past. Remind them of those bright Xenon lights." A mote of Dynamax energy falls upon the Gengar as his body begins to expand in size, his miscolored self shifting in form even further as he begins to merge with the ground and trudge forwards unto the poison armies. His maw widens and expands, those who stand nearby can hear the voices of the loved ones they've found in this world calling to them, he is the embodiment of this dying past as he draws in all the illusions they had built over twenty years. Once the transformation is complete it is made abundantly clear just who this belongs to. Only one woman had a Gengar who could possibly color itself in that ghastly shade of ivory, only one woman could lay claim to the Gigantamaxed monster that called out in the voices of their beloved, only one woman could be so cruel as to remind them just what they would lose even as they fought to get back to their reality.
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"COME, GHOST OF TURBULENT PAST. SHOW THEM RUIN!" She casts off her coat and bares her blade, a prosthetic arm tipped with an inhuman claw dripping with poison. She rushes forwards onto the battlefield alongside her partner as it summons the energy derived from twenty years of lies, twenty years of past to digest and vomit back up as phantasmal energy sweeping across the battlefield and crashing into the Cinderace without mercy, pinning it down with ghostly shades while Xenon strikes out at the Galarian Slowking with the poison she had cultivated for decades.
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"Did you miss me, you pathetic wretches? Did you enjoy your game of pretend in your cardboard castles? If so, then too bad. It's time to wake up and smell the roses, the future I seek lies beyond the borders of this ruined land."
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+ "Caesi" is reminded of her orders as she sees the blood red sky and stars, moving to the garden to dig her Pokemon back up.[break]
Xenon marches onto the battlefield equipped with a Dynamax Band, Gigantamaxing her Gengar and having it use G-Max Haunt on the Cinderace to pin it down.[break]
Xenon then uses her black metal claw to strike out at the Galarian Slowking with a strong Dire Claw.

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The night before calamity strikes, her daughter comes to her in tears.[break][break]

"I h-had a nightmare," Lia stammers out between sniffles, clutching her ragdoll to her chest in a way she hadn't since she was very small. "There was all this- t-t-this light, and a skeleton, a-and suddenly you and papa weren't there anymore—"[break][break]

The words barely have the time to escape her before Felix is sweeping her in his arms and Luka is pulling the blankets aside. Felix gently nestles her into bed beside her mother and climbs in after her, the two consoling their child as best they can: Luka, all warmth and tender affection, and Felix with his quiet solicitude, his stern face now gentle.[break][break]

Oliver, who had heard the commotion and came to investigate, pokes his sleepy head around the door. Luka immediately shuffles to the side to make more room for him on the bed, and gestures for him to join them.[break][break]

At first he wants to protest. He's ten now, and too old to share a bed with his parents— or so he says. But the imploring look from his mother quickly melts away his reservations and soon he's clambering under the sheets as well, cuddling into his father's side while his mother strokes his hair.[break][break]

And for a while, her family's presence is so comforting and safe that she forgets about the looming danger, forgets that everything they've built might come crashing down tomororw. All that matters now is the three heartbeats that echo in time with her own, and the love that envelops them all in a cocoon.[break][break]

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Later, when their children's breathing is slow and deep, Luka turns to her husband.[break][break]

"I'm never going to lose you."[break][break]

It's a promise he's made to her so many times before. In it, she had often seen the ghosts of his past, the regrets and mistakes that have turned him into the man she loves today. But over the years she had seen him come to truly mean it— the love between them hadn't come easily, but it's real. She has to believe in that, or she has nothing.[break][break]

"I don't know what will happen to us tomorrow," she continues, "But I love you, mon coeur. And no matter what...that won't ever change."[break][break]

She speaks in absolutes so easily, as if making her wishes aloud is enough to make them come true. And when he leans over to kiss her, it feels like he might actually try to grant it.[break][break]

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Even so, she sleeps fitfully that night. Despite everything she's scared— terrified for Galar, for her kingdom, for the future of her children. If they're all truly destined to vanish once this is all over, what will happen to them? Lia and Oliver, her sun and moon. Would they survive without her?[break][break]

jayden cross's children are older and can guide them but they're still just that. Children. Bright and lovely, yes, but it's unfair to expect them to bear the weight their parents had carried.[break][break]

And above all, she'll miss them. Won't they miss her? She'd written them letters— it had started as one, then dozens, all sealed with wax and a kiss in a box at her bedside. She wrote one for Felix Gallagher as well, but this she keeps with her, tucked against her chest. If they do return to Hoenn, she wants him to have it, and to remember.[break][break]

But perhaps this doesn't have to be the end. Perhaps— and it's likely just wishful thinking— they still have a say in how their fates play out.[break][break]

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Days before the solstice, she had met Jayden for a stroll in the winter-barren gardens.[break][break]

"You're not listening to me," she argues. "Maybe we heard him wrong. Maybe this isn't the end.

"Luka," he replies in a flat, even tone, "You've read the same stars I have."[break][break]

"Yes, but—"[break][break]

"You've seen the same signs."[break][break]

"I know, it's just..." She's quick to interject before Jayden can try talking sense into her again. "Maybe we'll still have a choice. Maybe we can choose to stay."[break][break]

She sees her fellow monarch stiffen beside her and presses on. "I would do it. It's not an easy life...but being here with Felix and the children...it still feels right."[break][break]

Emerald green irises seek his out, searching for the answer to a question she has yet to pose. For a moment she sees a spark of conflict in them, but she knows nothing about the conversation he'd had with Felix Gallagher long ago. "Would you?"[break][break]

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When daybreak comes, her family is still nestled in bed together.[break][break]

It takes a long, long time for them to untangle. Luka is met with protests when she insists on dressing Oliver and brushing Lia's hair, but they eventually succumb to their mother's smothering affection. For a while it almost seems peaceful, as if the coming dread is nothing but a bad dream.[break][break]

But soon enough the sky splits open and unleashes hell.[break][break]

She's with jayden cross and Rhydia Ver when it happens. The three of them had spent the last fortnight preparing for this, readying the troops and preparing defenses. Her people are ready, and they swarm to join the queen they adore with a rallying cry upon their lips:[break][break]

"FOR BALLONLEA! FOR GALAR! FOR QUEEN LUKA AND QUEEN RHYDIA AND KING JAYDEN, WE FIGHT!"[break][break]

Luka turns to her fellow monarchs, the smile on her face wistful but determined. "As one," she echoes. Time may have hardened her but her eyes are still soft; while Jayden's stare is aflame, hers is the gentle promise of the rain that follows. Ready to heal, ready to protect, ready to save.[break][break]

Her eyes flit towards the illusion of Zamazenta and she nods, a show of quiet respect. "Please lend us your aid," she asks of them. Then she turns to Felix Gallagher.[break][break]

"Take care of yourself." It seems silly to ask that of a man far more skilled in combat than she is, but she does so nonetheless. "And thank you, for everything." She leans in to kiss him, lips soft and sweet as a hand grazes her cheek like a warm spring breeze.[break][break]

"I love you."[break][break]

She hopes she isn't saying it for the last time.[break][break]

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Their armies surge forth. Luka rides alongside jayden cross and mint frost and most importantly Felix Gallagher, her mount's ghostly hooves barely gracing the ground as they gallop onwards. Felix had always been her most stalwart guard, and he remains so to this day, so she follows him with Jayden towards the Dynamxed Rillaboom and it's swarming army.[break][break]

Unlike her many battles back in Hoenn, Luka knows now how to strategize. Ume's future sight attempts to catch a glimpse of the enemy's plans and what awaits them in the battle to come. The wave of psychic energy that follows is aimed towards the Toxtricity general and any poison fiends unfortunate enough to be in it's path.[break][break]

And Luka herself joins the fray as well. A staff meant for healing bodes ill upon creatures built of poison and decay; upon being purified one after another swiftly falls, nothing but a pile of sludge to be trampled on by the oncoming horde.[break]

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- lots of fluff stuff dont mind me[break]
- the tragedy of it all tho...[break]
- anyways Musharna uses future sight against the toxtricity and poison horde on the rillaboom side! also attempts to like, look into the future lol[break]
- healing staff is 'purifying' a poison mon and destroying it[break]
- used salac x1

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