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They'd always said she'd be destined for great things, but nobody had expected her to attract the attention of a God.[break][break]
Groudon was an overwhelming, oppresive force, the very essence of destruction, its heartbeat the vibrations of tectonic plates as they crashed together in discordant inevitability. Those that encountered it were overcome with fear, quaking before its desolation. Why it had chosen Delilah was of great speculation and debate amongst League government officials: nobody save Delilah's brother, the Elite Four's very own Matias Silph, had been with her when the creature had emerged from the volcano.[break][break]
"Why me?" She'd whispered, awestruck.[break][break]
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She'd have to quit school, but that was okay. Delilah was a talented young woman, beloved by the general public. She'd forge her own path. With Groudon by her side, she would protect Hoenn. She'd train with Matias - who was an eager teacher - and ready herself for whatever obstacles crossed her path.[break][break]
In the end, she balanced Groudon's volatility and its hunger for violent rebirth with her poise, her rationality, and her commitment to making good on the promise of Avatarship: to keep people safe. There were days when her mind felt strained beneath the weight of her own craving for Primal Energy, but by seeking help from brilliant minds such as Eva Morales and her own eldest brother, FERNANDO SILPH, she was able to stave off any truly detrimental effects of being bonded to Groudon.[break][break]
And through it all, she never forgot who she was. She never lost herself. It was a lonely existence in some ways, but in others, it was full of rich fulfilment.[break][break]
A life worth living.

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Becoming a Councilwoman had been the natural next step for a woman like Delilah, given the volatility of the region and her position as a powerful Avatar. She still found it strange to think of herself as a shield - as a protector - but the more she became accustomed to Groudon's influence, the more she started to think of herself as one of Hoenn's saviors.[break][break]
The people adored her, but she was careful not to let their demands or expectations bleed into her own self-preservation. It wasn't always easy: a crying mother, a forlorn child, a veteran injured in some catastrophic occurrence, displaced families...it all weighed on her. The Meteor almost took everything from them, and Delilah spent several days in isolation afterwards grappling with the emotional fallout.[break][break]
But she did not blame herself for the Silent Icelands, for the loss of life. No, she continued to show up, day after day, determined to facilitate a better outcome than the last.[break][break]
What they really needed, she eventually came to realize, was the aid of other regions.[break][break]
"We can't face these tragedies alone," she told Julien Demassieux, the Kalosian ambassador she'd been spending more and more of her time with. He was a handsome, intelligent man who seemed to have their best interests at heart; though she knew nothing in politics was ever simple, she felt she could trust him. "I propose a formal alliance between Hoenn and Kalos."[break][break]
Their wedding a year later was the neatly tied bow atop the gift of their partnership, the promise of a permanent political contract between regions. Delilah knew better than to expect romance from an arranged marriage, so it surprised her when she did come to love her husband.[break][break]
Julien supported but never pitied Delilah. If Avatarship didn't kill her prematurely, she could very well die at the hands of some supernatural threat, but he let her exist in the space between hero and martyr on her own terms.[break][break]
And in the end, it was a blessing to be able to face the world's horrors with someone by her side.

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Given the instability of the region, she hadn't necessarily wanted kids, considering their collective future was a volatile, unpredictable thing. On accident, however, she found herself pregnant one winter, and when faced with the difficult decision...decided to keep the baby. Her husband was supportive, of course. In the end, the birth of their daughter was a joyous occasion.[break][break]
Delilah had never pictured herself as a mother, but as soon as she became one, she poured all of her heart and soul into the process of raising her child. At night she would hold the little girl in her arms, rocking her back-and-forth, her own sleep-deprived brain barely able to discern the difference between a sob and a snore, and think, this is my greatest creation.[break][break]
Groudon did not seem to mind the intrusion on their arrangement. It tolerated the girl, allowing small hands to run over its hot scales without flinching. Delilah would rush over and wrap the girl up in her arms, scolding her for getting too close to a God. "You'll burn yourself," she cautioned.[break][break]
It wasn't always easy. There were many long, difficult days in which motherhood dragged her down into the dirt of her own self-loathing. She was very often exhausted, very often scrutinized. Through it all, however, she never neglected her daughter, and did not fantasize about abandoning her. She'd read stories of mothers who'd given up their children after realizing they were too weak to shoulder the burden, but Delilah could never do that.[break][break]
Love was love was love. It was what the girl deserved. Unconditional, unquestioned, unshakable.[break][break]

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