I do not own Pokemon.
10 years later
A silver haired man, obviously in his twenties, heard a knock on his door. He smiled, knowing who this was, and walked over to the door, swinging it open.
"Hey, Maxie! Archie!"
"Steven!" The other men laughed. Since the incident in their childhood, the three had since become friends and stayed friends.
"Come right on in! How've you two been?" Steven asked, closing the door behind his friends and sitting down on the couch.
"We've been great," Archie grinned. "And you?" Steven clutched a Dawn Stone in his fist, shuffling a bit nervously.
"I've been.. Alright." Archie didn't seem to notice this.
"Have you ever though about the Pokemon in the sea?" Archie asked suddenly, grabbing both Steven and Maxie's attention.
"Mhm. Why do you ask?" Steven questioned.
"They don't have much of an area to live in anymore, do they? I wish we could expand the sea and help them survive." Archie fell silent. Steven arched his eyebrow, but didn't respond.
"You idiot!" The smile on Archie's face fell as Maxie said this. "What about the Pokemon who live on land? And people!?"
"A few sacrifices are worth the lives of all those pokemon. Don't you think, Steven?" Steven's eyes widened. He knew where this was going to go to.
"Get- get out of my house. Both of you." Maxie narrowed his eyes.
"You-?! I thought we were friends, Steven. But obviously you're siding with him."
"You're kidding, right? You're blind. He's obviously siding with you!"
"If you're going to bicker like children instead of speaking like proper adults, I think I must do this. Metagross!" The large pokemon came out of its Pokeball, looking to Steven for instructions. "Escort these two fine gentlemen out the door, please." Metagross didn't do it as gently as Steven had hoped, but the job was still done as the Pokemon roughly shoved the two outside. Steven sighed, closing the door behind them. As he looked at the Dawn Stone that sparkled like the eyes of someone he once knew, he gasped as a memory came back. A memory he hoped would never come back.
"M-mom?" The little five year old looked back into the house. "Dad?" Then he caught a glimpse of his mother's eyes, dead, still eyes. Glimmering like shining dawn stones.
Steven was jolted out of the memory. He looked at the empty shelf that was meant to hold stones. He placed the Dawn Stone in. Instead of labelling it as 'Dawn Stone,' however, he labeled it with one word- Love. He looked at the other stone on his desk. A Dusk Stone.
For a few moments as Archie said the word sacrifices, he felt as if he could see into their hearts. For a split second as Archie's fist collided with his face, he could see into their hearts. They were as black as a Dusk Stone.
He placed the Dusk Stone next to the Dawn Stone, labelling it, too. All in all, the display case looked like this.
Stone: Love
Region: The depths of my stone cold heart
Stone: Trust
Region: The midst of my untrusting mind.
Description: The two lost shards of my humanity.
Steven chuckled, looking at the case in satisfaction.
Even a Stone can Shatter.