When the plane holding the crew touched down, Ash, Iris, Cilan, Aran, David, Aden, Sarak, and Dragor got off, each going a different way, only a few in a group.
"Mom! I'm back from my journey! And you'll never be able to guess who I brought back!" Ash called when he walked into the door of his old house, which he knew his family still lived in.
"Ash! Oh, I've missed you! Who did you bring back?" Delia said, standing up from a chair that she was sitting in.
"Hi, honey. It's been a long 14 years. I've missed you." David said.
"David! Oh, I've missed you too! How'd you and Ash get here? And how did he find you?" Delia said, kissing her husband for a long enough time to make Ash have to look away.
"Sorry, Ash. I forgot you don't like romance." she said, backing away finally.
"Also, it was more like 'Dad found me in a forest'. Literally." Ash said, throwing in false sarcasm, his strong point when he was younger.
"We made plenty of new friends in the past few months." David told his wife.
"Really? Who?" Delia asked, curious.
"Well, let's see… There's Xyrule, Dragor, Aden, and Aran. I also met Ash's friends, Iris and Cilan." David said.
"Wow, a lot of new friends! Did you have fun?" Delia asked again.
"Yes, we did!" Ash said.
"What was your favorite part?" Delia questioned.
"Mine was The Battle for the World." Ash said.
"I liked the entire time the same." David said.
Meanwhile, at the Monolith Gym's ruins from before this all happened, Aden and Aran were watching the clouds above.
"It feels good to be alive for the first time. I've never before noticed the beauty and marvel of the environment around me. Maybe that's because I used to destroy everything around me." Aden was saying, looking back all those millennia that he had broken the universe's delicate strands of life.
"Sure. I still don't get what has happened in the past few weeks. I mean, a couple months ago, I couldn't get along with anybody, least of all, Darkell. Now, I can't seem to get enough friends."Aran responded.
With all seriousness, Aden looked at him. "Remember, your heritage will be activated once again. I don't know when or how, but it will."
Aran gulped, then looked back at the clouds.
In the center of the town, near nightfall, Iris and Cilan were watching the clouds, just like Aran and Aden were. They were in the center of the enormous park that stretched around and through the city.
"Have you ever thought about how small and insignificant we really are compared to the enormous universe, Cilan?" Iris asked, wisdom flowing through the pure, cool summer air freely.
"I guess I never have. You're right. I do feel tiny, comparingly speaking. Weird how a new, big adventure can change a man so much. I mean, look at Flarimist and Aran. Or Aran and Aden, I mean." Cilan replied, his eyes growing larger in his thoughts.
"Have you ever felt love for anyone?" Iris then asked, changing the subject almost completely.
"No, I can't say I have." Cilan said after a minute, "Have you?"
"Once, I did, but that is over now."
"What happened?" Cilan asked curiously.
"Never mind. I don't want to talk about it."
"Okay, you started the subject, though." Cilan said, falling asleep in the gently moving breeze and soft grasses. Iris fell asleep next.
The next morning, Ash received a package in the mail. It was different from a normal box, though. For one thing, it was neon green and glowing softly.
"What is this?" Ash asked, cutting a slit down the side of the box with his pocketknife. After he finished the cut, he gently pulled open the flap.
"There's no note. Weird." Ash said to himself. He opened the package.
Inside was Xyrule's power plate.
Once I thought that a happy ending was a fairytale. But now, thanks to the help of Xyrule and the Chosen One, I now know I was wrong. A happy ending is always an option. I will never forget the lesson that was taught to me that day. I will remember that lesson until the day that I fade from existence.
Thank you, Ash Ketchum, for teaching me how to believe.
And you, dear reader, good luck, and may Xyrule's power watch over you.