Oooh... glowy...
Emma clutched onto Zardtodileon, eyes squeezed shut. his form was limp, as Emma confirmed when she shook him. pausing, she looked up, and found herself surrounded by a glowing, pulsing warm amber colour.
An odd pokemon was standing, shrouded in the glow, obsuring Emma's view of it. "Who... who are you?" she demanded, not letting go of Zardtodileon.
no reply was heard, but a wave of what felt like gentle laughter washed over her. An image implanted itself in her mind, along with another wave of emotion - this time sorrow, a hollow, energy draining sorrow. the image was intricatley detailed, showing the minute ridges that had been etched into a block of Granite... Gyracabulldash, Emma realised.
I know he has been destroyed... a voice echoed around, thick with a strange accent. but that is not why I mourn.
"then why do you mourn?" emma asked, ignoring common manners and asking directly.
I mourn.. for the loss of my work. For the loss of the eclipse crater. for the loss of my home. Now.. I can either go to the void, which i will not do... or follow one of the last heirs to the Pokeopian throne. the voice seemed uncertian, then as if it decided it didn't care.
"O...kay..." Emma said, glancing at Zardtodileon.
He will be fine... the tone changed again, as an almost visible pawlike hand reached out, almost able to touch the shaggy pelt of Zardtodileon. Ah.. my old friend... how time has not ravaged you, as it did I... everyone misses you. The hand withdrew, and the glow grew stronger.
You. a voice rang out, as another form joined the first, this one decidedly a beast. You, descendant of founders, have survived the unsurvivable, somehow. The test is a success.
"that.. that was a TEST??" Emma said increduously, her voice progressively growing louder until she was shouting. "Who the hell destroys my home as a test?"
It was going to collapse in a matter of days anyway. We distributed the Villagers among the rest of the world, erasing their memory, giving them new lives, as we did not want to see them die, as they surely would have.
Emma cut across the voice with a yell, hers quavering slightly with barely retained fury. "YOU. You dragged me through this.. HELL, turning my life upside down, taking away my mother, blowing up my HOME, all so you can say that 'the test was SUCCESSFUL?'" she paused minutely, drawing in a breath, body sahking slightly. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?"
a pause spread silently between them, as the first voice said All will be revealed, and you have shown us much. Yes, things have happened that were uncalled for, but all will be revealed. But- the voice said, the glow starting to fade, along with the two voices Do not trust the one that is seven... the message repeated itself, everything growing darker, until there was nothing but black.