Chapter 417
"When Do Warriors Rest?"
Present day
Atlantis, School Courtyard
The Galeos' outer appearance resembled a mechanized whale with jet engines tucked under it's collosal fins. At the crown of the Galeos there was a flight deck with a small runway large enough to receive jet planes as well as helicopters. The collosal ship descended until it was swallowed by a violet fog.
The Spiritomb were at work and testing the minds and hearts of Donald Trump and his crew. What fate awaited them? That remained to be seen.
Amidst the chaos, everyone's mind began to spiral in a dozen directions. There were so many things to react to from the explosion in the foyer, Biden revealing just how far Sithis' reach had grown to the Galeos being intercepted by the Spiritomb.
Roman stood still for a moment and inhaled, appreciating his own stillness among the chaos. "Okay," He spoke, turning to everyone, "It's time we made a decision about Atlantis. I'm just as in the dark about this place as anyone but I'm not going to sit on my hands anymore. I'm saying we set our mark and enforce it from this day on."
Seth's eyes were locked onto the Galeos, awaiting the next punch from life to dodge. "If Dean-"
"Moxley." Sasha corrected.
"You know who I mean," Seth sighed, "If all three of us were here it'd be a Shield & Sword discussion. It's just us now," glancing at Roman, "And I see the only way for this to work is if we take control of Atlantis and build a new world here."
Prince added, "We don't have a choice. Even if we give up the island to Trump or Sithis, they're not going to let us go in peace. We're too dangerous for them to let us roam around freely."
He turned to Sasha and asked, "When do warriors rest?"
Sasha smiled at him, "When there is nothing left to die for."
Their words echoed across the rivers of history as past and present blended. And from those words a warmth and unity between the two estranged lovers bloomed.
"Melbu," Prince called.
"Frahma," Sasha summoned.
The two climbed on the backs of their dragons. Each patted the throat of their dragons and the two creatures flapped their wings and rocketed into the sky, aimed at the Galeos.
Roman, Seth and the others anxiously watched. What exactly were they going to do?
The wind growled in Sasha's ears as her Dragonite, Melbu, zoomed higher-and-higher into the sky. Intrinsically, she knew what came next.
"Draco-" both her and Prince called out, "Meteor!"
The bodies of the two dragons radiated an emerald green glow. From the heavens, a shower of violet meteor-like clusters of energy rained onto the Galeos. The two dragons shot towards the volley, intercepting and crashing into them, tearing through the energy and the metallic-whale of the Galeos and ripping it to cinders of steel and ash.
Seth's eyes widened, "That power," he gawked, "I need something to rival it. More power like that." He thought, cradling the pokeball that carried his Suicune. "I need more power." He muttered to himself.
As shards of molten and metal and the giant fuselage of the Galeos plummeted from the sky and the thousands of lost souls followed either burned to cinders by the meteor, injured by the trauma of their bodies being thrown against the ship's hull from the concussive blast of the meteor or the celestial fall, they were the sacrifice for the peace of Atlantis, for now.
On the back of his Charizard, Melbu, Prince looked through the void of the sky and found the eyes of Sasha. Neither said a word, they knew what the destruction of the Galeos symbolized to them. It symbolized what Roman spoke of. Setting a mark and enforcing it. No longer would it just be the Spiritomb guarding the island.
Atlantis would become a sanctuary surrounded by natural springs with the bling of butterflies built from ancestral memories and questions such as the one Prince had just asked Sasha before they took flight together and destroyed the Galeos.
When do warriors rest?
(Trump?) Prince spotted the billionaire, clutching onto a falling sheet of metal. To save him or to not to save him. Prince shook his head, let him fall or burn.
He then watched as Sasha and Frahma rocketed into the heart of Galeos and Frahma snatched Trump off the metal carrying him by the scruff of his neck into the sky.
The billionaire screamed his lungs out, trying his best to not move and tear his suit. He was now hovering thousands of feet in the air and one false move would cause him to fall to his death.
"What are you doing?!" Prince shouted over the bangs and explosions of the falling Galeos. "Drop that clown with his crew! We don't need him!"
Sasha shook her head, "He can still be useful to us! We'll lock him up until I say otherwise!"
Prince exhaled, what was Sasha planning? She was The Boss after all. Why would she save Trump?
All that was certain was that she had something planned that she needed him for.