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TheEspeon
Austin bowed his head and whispered, "Maybe." Then he popped open his eyes. "Azelf's aura is gone. So's the Drowsee's. Wylie-" Austin's eyes opened wider and he ran back into the cave.
"Austin! Come back!" Heather shouted, looking worried.
"It's alright," Celebi assured us in a quiet voice, landing on the ground. "He knows what he's doing."
A few minutes later Austin returned, a fainted Wylie resting in his arms. "He's okay!" Austin exclaimed happily. "Now let's get the heck out of here!"
"I should like to retrieve Uxie and Azelfs' bodies," Celebi said, her quiet voice growing all the more silent.
"Azelf is dead?" Austin asked.
"I'd assume so if Uxie is," Celebi said, shaking her head sadly. "I just hope her Chosen is still alive. Unfortunately we will not find out until Wylie is awake. Anyway, now I will teleport you all back to the guild. I will watch over it until Wylie is healed and you can return to your home."
"Thank you," Austin said, and bobbed his head.
"Of course," Celebi said, and with a small flash of light they were in Chimecho's room.
TheBuizel
When I woke up I wasn't in terrible pain. That fact alone meant a few things. Those few things put me in enough mental pain to give me a headache.
"Ow," I whimpered without meaning to.
"Wylie!" Austin's relieved and hushed exclamation thankfully did not kill my ears. I sighed with relief when I opened my eyes to see him and Team Sound all right. The fact that it was nighttime and sunlight wasn't bombarding my eyes helped as well.
"Hi," I managed, then closed my eyes and let myself relax a little.
"Wylie, you're awake," Chimecho's soft voice drifted through my ears. "There's someone here I'd like you to meet."
I opened my eyes back up. Beside Chimecho was a glameow who looked about my age.
"Her name is Cindy. She's my apprentice," Chimecho explained.
"I thought Wylie was your apprentice," Austin said, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
"He was my part-time apprentice," she corrected. "But he's always been just as good at healing as I was and he's even better now that he has Uxie's powers."
"No," the word came out as a painful gasp. "Uxie is... dead?"
"Yes," Chimecho said, and bowed her head. Everyone in the room did.
"That's why I'm not dead," I choked out, one of my fears from before thudding in my brain with disbelief.
"What?" Austin demanded, instantly alarmed.
"The waves. Azelf was emanating the very waves that her Chosen would have," I explained, my voice cracked and dry. "Those would have killed me. But Uxie committed suicide."
"She did?" Heather gasped.
"Yes," I said. "Those waves wouldn't have hurt her too much, but she knew they'd kill me, so she absorbed them and let them kill her. The first one killed her so it wouldn't hurt me."
"And Azelf and Drowsee? What about them?" Carry wondered.
"Drowsee will die soon. I hit him with the waves." I had to force the words out of my mouth. "Azelf killed herself by forming the waves."
"Laek was Azelf's first Chosen," Austin blurted out. "Does that mean he's dead?"
"I guess so," I said sadly. "She told Uxie her Chosen died, after all."
"How many are we going to lose?" Austin whispered.
"I don't know," I admitted. The pain I felt started leaking out into my voice. "I am now the being of knowledge. I know everything Uxie did, but I don't know that."
"So it's true you're her Chosen," Cindy said.
"Yes, but please, don't share that information," I asked.
"Of course not," Cindy said. "I suppose I should tell you that I am Palkia's Chosen."
"Isn't Palkia evil?" Carry wondered, tilting her head to the side curiously.
"Yes, he is," Cindy said in her gentle voice. "But I am not. I promise."
"Words mean nothing," Carry muttered, looking away.
"I can sense lies," Austin told Carry assuredly. "She's not lying."
"Do we know who all the Chosens are?" Dark wondered abruptly.
"I do," I said. "Though I shouldn't share until it is necessary."
"Agreed," Austin said, nodding.
I tried to sit up, but was met with extreme pain. I lied back down.
Cindy came over and gently felt my chest until I gasped with pain again.
"There," I said, my breath coming hard and fast and making my voice sounded very choked and forced. Not that it wasn't before. "Ow."
"Your rib is definitely broken," Cindy told me, her voice soft with sympathy.
I didn't answer as there was a terrible stabbing feeling in my chest. I breathed as subtly as I could, but that just made it worse. I spoke up, knowing something was quite wrong. "My chest. Stabbing." My voice announced how much pain I was in.
Cindy gasped. "The rib must've punctured something when you sat up. Is it hard to breathe?"
"Yes," I gasped painfully. Each breath made the feeling worse and worse.
"The rib must have punctured a lung! We'll have to operate immediately," Chimecho said, her voice grave and commanding. "Everyone out!"
Suddenly the pain worsened ten fold and blackness washed over me.
Crud, Wylie'sabitscrewed, ishenot? I'msorrytheupdateshavebeenslowlately. I'lltryandspeedthemup. I'matabitofarockwithbothmystories, especiallytheotherone. I'vebeenconcentratingonacertaindecisionforquiteawhilewithit.
Eitherway, hopeyouenjoyedandcontinuetodoso!