The world was barren, empty, a grey shell of forgotten potential. A planet that once housed millions of creatures, each as unique as the last, now held a population of eight. Eight wandering beings lost in the wasteland of what was and now will forever cease to be. Among this eight was a girl. a child,no older than fourteen, supported only by her guardian as she wept for those she failed to save. The guardian, too, felt the grief as their charge slowly drifted off to sleep. Gazing out to the others, Xerneas lifted their head from where it lay on his child's back. The Lucario returned the stare,the fires of loyalty obscured only by a sadness held by all of them. Above a Charizard flew, blowing a warm breeze through the dusty terrain. Further back, two other Pokemon stood eyes held firmly on the trainer whose love grew with them. Ribbon wrapped comfortingly around Espeon as Sylveon sent out waves of love to them all. As for the last two they slept, illusions weaving around them as Zoroark dreamt, curled around Greninja. With a determined call and a wave if power all that stood in their place were eight stone statues. They would wait until life returned
welp that was a lot sadder than i was expecting. what do you guys think