Blinding white light momentarily filled the entire Giant Chasm before fading and revealing the demolished clearing and decimated trees. The clearing itself was littered with crumbled rocks and splintered wood which were blackened and still smoldering from the energy of the attacks that the Pokemon and Legendaries had hit them with. Trees were bent and contorted from the various impacts or they were blackened with small flames still burning the few remaining pines that were left. Glittering shards of ice were scattered across the clearing or stuck through the trees like javelins while others formed a wall formation with various Pokemon staring lifelessly from within the ice.

Chills cascaded down N's spine as he felt the now familiar power painfully return to him where it welled inside of him until it encompassed him in natural waves of silvery aura. N shuddered as an immediate wave of inner voices from the deities circling in the sky bombarded and overwhelmed him. There were so many foreign voices, most of which were busily listening and interacting with other voices he didn't recognize. It was Kyurem, Reshiram, and Zekrom's voices that N could distinguish the most though.

The gray Tao dragon roared in frustration as Reshiram and Zekrom simultaneously attacked Kyurem and clawed through his conscious to try and return Kyurem to his submissiveness so that they could once again regain control. Kyurem swung his head madly while spouting bursts of ice that collided with the rocky edges of the chasm as he tried to fight off Reshiram and Zekrom, but the two were quickly gaining dominance.

N felt a painful tug at his wrists and he wearily turned to see a man with spiky black hair that N recognized as one of the Pokemon Masters. The man undid N's restraints and pulled the gag from his mouth. "They certainly did a number on you didn't they," the man murmured as he inspected N's swollen wrists and ran a hand down N's emaciated arm. "Only time and a proper diet will restore your weight. You'll need several days of rest before your powers return to their normal levels and you'll of course need months of visiting mental healers. However, I can do this for you. This will hurt a little," the man then reset N's wrist bones back to their proper place causing N to momentarily convulse in pain before there was a warmth that spread through his hands and the throbbing ache in his wrists he'd grown so accustomed to over the past months finally diminished until it was gone altogether.

N glanced down to see that the man's hands were glowing slightly and that the swelling and abrasions on his wrist had vanished. The man ran his hand lightly over N's arms healing his cuts and scratches before reaching his neck to heal the chaffing his collar had given him. "Y-You're one of them," N whispered hesitantly once the man had finished. "You're a Celesta, aren't you?"

The man smiled slightly, "Yes. My name's Chase. We've been looking for you for a while now."

N looked down in shame, "This entire time… the Celestas have been trying to find me. If I'd… if I'd just turned myself in… Opelucid City," N glanced over at the far end of the clearing where a girl lay crumpled on the ground, "…Ivory… Anthea and Concordia… Cheren… Trixie… all my Pokemon… none of them would have been hurt if I'd just… if I'd just… told the truth. If I'd… Oh Arceus."

"If I recall correctly," Chase said calmly while glancing back at the fallen frigate, "The one that hurt all those people was Team Plasma and Ghetsis Harmonia."

"But I-"

"I'm not saying what you did was right," Chase interjected, "but I will say that single-mindedly thinking that all of Team Plasma's actions were a direct result of what you did is unwise and completely untrue. Ghetsis would have terrorized Unovans regardless of whether he had your powers, each individual Team Plasma member made their own choices, and your friends chose to help you no matter the dangers. Do not take away the validity of their choices by blaming yourself entirely."

N shook his head and was about to argue when there was a sudden rush of wind that gusted through the clearing and shook the trees. Chase immediately stood and politely backed away from N while bowing. N shivered slightly before he turned to look behind him and saw the sleek white body of Lugia as he gracefully landed to the charred ground. A man, Jonathon as Ghetsis had called him, glowing the same hue as the ridges running along Lugia's back psychically moved himself off the deity and landed in front of N.

N instinctively scooted away from Jonathon when he heard a distinct voice in his mind, 'I am not here to hurt you, N.' Jonathon moved towards N and knelt in front of him. He had gray-blue eyes, the same as N's, and when he smiled, it reminded N of his mother and how it seemed to light up his whole face. 'I'm sorry we could not meet in better circumstances, but nonetheless, I am still pleased to meet you.'

"Why would you want to see me?" N whispered looking down in shame. "I shouldn't even exist. My powers nearly destroyed the Unova Region."

'Every living creature has a right to exist regardless of their origins,' Jonathon replied gently.

"You don't really believe that," N lashed out. "I'm just a means to an end to my father, and to all of you I'm nothing but a mistake. I'm sure if you could change the past you wouldn't hesitate to make sure I wasn't born."

Jonathon sighed, 'N, even if Dialga granted me the power to drastically change time, neither I nor any of the Celestas would ever do something like that. We would never extinguish a life and alter all the potential good or evil they may bring to this world simply because we don't like how that life was brought into the world. True I wish my younger sister hadn't made the choices she did, but I will not reverse the consequences of those actions. That would be imposing my will onto others when I myself do not know what is best for her or for the rest of the world. Besides, you're forgetting the most important aspect all sentient life shares.'

N finally looked up at Jonathon who was watching him patiently. "What?"

'All of us choose our own destinies. Right now, all you see is a destroyed chasm that was a direct result from your actions. All you see in yourself is a boy that's been tortured and used for their abilities. I can feel you thinking that life would be better without you in it. That if you didn't exist, these atrocities wouldn't happen. All you see is what's happening right here and right now, but what I see is a young man who comes from less than ideal circumstances but has the potential to do a great deal of good with his Arceus given abilities. I view what has happened here as a mere sliver of your life rather than a defining moment. You have a choice, N, on what person you want to be. Will you continue to see yourself as a mistake or embrace your origins and move on with a bright hope of the future? How will you grow from this experience and use it to help others who are struggling?'

"But I've hurt too many people already!" N cried desperately. "Maybe a pep talk like that would work on a person whose been caught cheating on a test, but I've caused thousands of people to die."

'The consequences of our actions are perhaps the hardest to accept,' Jonathon replied sadly. 'With our abilities, we can wipe out entire races and civilizations. We can rule as tyrants or radically change our environment. At the same time, we can use those same abilities to save and protect the earth we live in. The hardest reality all royalty must face is that the consequences of using our powers are far more drastic than any human can comprehend. It is why we rely on gathering wisdom from others and our own experiences rather than relying on ourselves for the correct answers. We use our powers conservatively and avoid conflict to prevent catastrophes like these from occurring. N, you can learn these things as well. You can learn how to properly channel your powers and know when it's right or wrong time to use them.' Jonathon offered his hand to N, 'We the Celestas can teach you this if you let us.'

N hesitated momentarily before accepting Jonathon's hand who then pulled N up to his feet. N's knees buckled and he staggered against Jonathon who wrapped an arm around him and firmly held him to keep him from completely collapsing. Jonathon looked back to the sky where the Tao dragons were still fighting internally and spouting random bursts of energy whether they be ice, fire, or electricity. 'We can start helping the Unovans by first reversing what was done to their patron gods.'

"But how?" N asked hopelessly as he watched the wild god. "Team Plasma fused them together. What can we do to stop that?"

'You can still hear them, can't you? Their voices. There's still time for them to be separated,' Jonathon replied calmly. 'You know their voices—their spirits—better than me or my children do. You've connected to each of them at one point or another. Focus on Zekrom first, then Kyurem, and finally Reshiram. Once you've found each of them, begin pulling them. I'll lend you my own energy to help you do this.'

N stared at Kyurem's gray body and remembered how it had been to reach out to Zekrom for the first time—wild, painful, but completely satisfying. Zekrom had such a fiery determination in everything he did. Always seeking for something better and firmly believing that the goal was worth the fight and struggle to get to. Yet there was also the softer side to Zekrom, the side that saw the best in people and could envision an optimal way of life for each individual. There was an inherent undercurrent of optimism that ran through Zekrom which N had loved when they had been together. Yet, Zekrom pursued the ideal even when it was impossible to achieve, or the sadder being that Zekrom would follow the ideal blindly and without regard to the hurt he caused to get there even though by doing this it resulted in him ruining his own ideal world.

The Tao Dragon balked momentarily, and the deity swung his head now to gaze at N. He felt Zekrom in the gaze, and N continued to push towards Kyurem. Kyurem who was hurt and alone… who craved love and attention but was never given it. N easily connected with Kyurem since they had spent so much time together for these last few months. Reshiram was more difficult. Her pursuit of truth left her no room for much affection or emotion. Her mind was far colder and more calculating than Zekrom's ever had been, but there was a warmth of justice and a revelry in total honesty that wasn't found in Zekrom. She too turned her conscious to him and all three of them in unison gently landed in front of him and stared at N.

He focused on all three of their inner voices, saw them in his mind's eye and began to pull on each of their individual characteristics. He felt a massive drain of his own energy, but Jonathon was true to his word and transferred the majority of his energy to N. N leaned heavily against Jonathon, but he continued to focus on the Tao Dragons until a blinding aura encompassed the deity. 'Come to me, Zekrom, Reshiram, and Kyurem.' As he thought this, he heard the distinct cries of three Legendaries, and when the light faded, the three gods stood in front of them finally separated as they should be.

"Wow," Black whispered as he stared at the three gods stretching their wings in front of them. Zekrom had moved forward to gently nuzzle N's green hair and Kyurem had moved sheepishly away from Reshiram who was roaring at him indignantly. "That was pretty cool."

Black glanced around at the chasm and noticed that the majority of Plasma members had all been rounded up by Sinnoh Pokemon snapping at their heels or sleeping Unova Pokemon that shuffled behind them. He noticed that all the Sages aside from Ghetsis, Rood, and Gorm were huddled together with several human Celestas guarding them while the Pokemon Masters watched over Alex, Jenna, Peter, Jackson, and Rosa. "Well, it looks like that's the end of Team Plasma," Black said in relief until he glanced over at his sister who hadn't so much as stirred ever since she fell. Black and Bianca glanced over at each other before simultaneously shouting Ivory's name and dashing over to her.

"Oi! Flopping Magikarp over here," Magikarp shouted as she spastically hopped behind them. "Yeh got two feet while I've got fins. I can only go so fast!"

The two ignored her while they leapt over fallen tree trunks and picked their way through crumbled stone before they finally reached Ivory's side. Bianca knelt next to her and began shaking Ivory's shoulder, "Ivory! Ivory! Wake up, please!"

Ivory still didn't respond. Black leaned his head against her chest and sighed in relief, "There's still a heartbeat, but she's not responding at all. We need to find Yellow or someone that can heal."

Magikarp, who had apparently been on their heels the entire time as she appeared right behind Bianca, said, "Yeh don't need no healers for this lass. She's just absorbed too much energy. What she really needs is this," the Magikarp proceeded to shoot a burst of water directly at Ivory's face before leaping onto her chest and slapping her face repeatedly with fins. "HELLO! Wake up yeh sleepy head. Yeh saved the world and yer boyfriend! Woohoo! Let's party."

Ivory's eyes flew open and without thinking, she swiftly grabbed the Magikarp's tail and hurtled it across the ruined clearing where the Magikarp shouted, "Told yeh!" as she flew over the Unovan patron gods' heads and landed unceremoniously on the far side of the field.

"Oh my Arceus! I didn't mean to do that! I was just… uh…" Ivory started before staring at the three gods and whispering, "we did it."

Bianca had immediately toppled onto Ivory in a wild hug quickly followed by Black. "We were so worried for you! I can't believe you stopped Ghetsis. It was so crazy. You like started to glow and stuff."

"But the important thing is that you kicked Ghetsis' tail clear across a field and broke his cane," Black added enthusiastically. "I can't believe you did it. We really made it!"

Ivory buried her head into Black's shoulder and tightly squeezed Bianca, "Don't worry, I'm okay. I just feel a little woozy."

"How did you know I was going to ask-" Bianca started before Ivory stood bringing Bianca and Black up with her as if it was nothing to hoist two nineteen-year-olds to their feet. "Holy Arceus, Ivory! You're strong!"

Ivory shook her head, "I can't believe I just did that." Her expression then visibly faltered and she looked down.

"What's wrong?" Bianca asked worriedly.

"And where's Cheren?" Black asked while scanning the crowd of defeated neo Team Plasma members and the Pokemon Masters. "Is he with the Celestas or something?"

Ivory continued staring down at her feet and whispered, "He… the Shadow Triad… they… they…"

Black's smile now fell, and he pursed his lips before whispering, "…oh…" He turned away and ran his hand through his hair. "Bastards. Cheren didn't deserve… Arceus."

Bianca simply shook her head repeatedly as tears started rolling down her cheeks, "No. He can't be… there has to be a mistake. Maybe the Celestas… he's going to be okay… he's not… no…"

They gathered together once more and embraced, and for just a moment, it felt like Cheren was with them in that circle as well.

SnowCatt: Magikarp is so much fun to write! Already becoming my favorite character in the short time I've been writing her lol.