The titans battled, attacks were thrown at both Eternatus and Necrozma. For a brief moment it seemed Necrozma would be the victor of their little battle through the aid of those opposing her decision.
But before Necrozma could call calamity down upon them Zacian appeared in all its heroic splendor. With a swing of its powerful BEHEMOTH BLADE, Zacian struck down the enemy. Necrozma faltered to the ground.
Johanna’s gaze turned to the heavens as it began to crack open. And before she had time to register it, Necrozma had dragged Eternatus along with it into the Ultra Wormhole.
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"Sadness and Sorrow" ~ Naruto Soundtrack
And with that the battle came to an end. And so did their second life.
The dream began to fade around her.
“I guess this is it, huh.” Johanna spoke, letting all the Pokémon that had accompanied her, for those long years, out of their Pokéballs.
Together they all looked at the world slowly fading. Each of them sent their thoughts out to that which mattered the most to them.
Retnauh the Gengar reminisced about all the performances it had done. And as it did, it saw the bright smiles of young and old. It remembered how it would lift happy participants into the air, let them experience for a moment the joys of being a ghost floating through the air. It’s smile slowly faded, it would never get to see those particular faces again.
Shadow the Marshadow reminisced like its fellow ghost about the joys it had experienced alongside Ballonlea’s children. Their pleading eyes as it would knead hard candy into shapes, lollipops and such. It would never get to see those eyes again, never heard their begging, never get to stop their attempts at trickery. A shadow fell over its face as it looked to the ground, a single tear rolling down its ghostly cheek. Just its luck that it would begin to rain.
Dorian the Aegislash’s reminiscing focused on the children, young adults and students of
Gwyar Wledig which it had helped train in the martial arts. To think it would never see them swing another sword, slam another hammer, dodge another attack. It sighed sorrowfully, quietly floating to the ground. Weapons could not cry, and so he would. But by Arceus he wanted to.
Ruby the Tinkaton allowed its hammer to rest on the ground. It looked to the sky as it reminisced alongside its friends. It thought of the clothes it had sewn. All the shirts, the pants, and the dresses, among them Johanna’s wedding dress. She would never get to see all the clothes being adorned. Never see the joys it brought. Tears fell heavily, she sniffled as she tried to wipe them away.
Anat the Blastoise too watched as the dream slowly faded, its thoughts returning to the fields, to the hard labor it had done alongside all the farmers. She remembered the smiles and cheers as they saw the fruit of their efforts slowly grow into wheat and other produce. It wanted to stay, it wanted to plow the fields once more. It didn’t want to cry like its friends. But the sorrowful frustrations had to get out. It aimed its cannons to the heavens and let a salute of water blasts fly.
Clay the Claydol gazed on its friends and onto its trainer, and even among the peasants that came to celebrate their victory. To think it would all end here. No more than a dream. What would they wake up to? What state would they be in? Would they wake up? All these questions worried him, saddened him. He turned his gaze to Johanna. What saddened him the most was the life its trainer loved so much would be ripped from her. If it could cry, it would have done so, for her sake.
And as her team was grieving that their dream was coming to an end. Johanna turned to
Megan Whitmore with a melancholic smile on her lip. Pain in her eyes as she drowned in the sight of her beloved wife. The fingers on her left hand went to touch the Dynite Ore wedding ring. Life would not be so cruel as to take this from her, right? Who was she kidding, life certainly would.
“I guess we are finally going home…” Her gaze went to meet with Megan’s.
“I… I don’t know what to say….” Another pause. Something told her that time was running short. She had to think of some precious last words for this dream. And yet all she could focus on was Megan.
“I love you.”
And with that the dream came to an end. When Johanna became aware of her surroundings once more, she was standing in front of the Ancient Tomb, Claydol by her side as she had when she was sucked into the Rusted Sword.
She looked around in confusion as if something was wrong, a sensation of grief grabbed at her throat. And yet she felt something clinging to her ring finger, something that hadn’t been there before. Something with an emotional weight she couldn’t quite grasp. She touched it and immediately felt longing. But alongside the longing came a scrambling mess of memories. She remembered tales of old, some prophecies, Galarian history and more. All a jumbled mess.
She began to look for Megan, the one steady rock in her life. And the moment she found her, she would throw herself at her for a hug. No words, only feelings.
Meanwhile the Claydol floated by, also trying to make heads and tales of it all. And as it did it’s gaze caught sight of a momentary sparkle in the grasses. It picked what seemed like a ruined piece of metal up, a keepsake perhaps?
TLDR: - Senpai writes a very self-indulgent Goodbye for Johanna's Pokemon
- Johanna is also sadge but remembers to say big three words to Megan before the "Dream" ends
- Johanna wakes up from the dream, is sadge, throws herself at Megan for a Hug as she tries to make heads and tail of what she remembers and what she does not.
- Claydol looks around, notices a piece of Metal and yoinks.
