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Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks
Chapter 3
Red’s eyes took a moment to adjust to the darkness, before he gasped. Lance’s body lay there, on a slab of silvery stone. He heard Clair suck in a breath and concluded that it had not been there before.
They both rushed forwards, but he was quite dead. Red shuddered as he caught sight of the injuries Lance had sustained, and Clair looked grim.
As they watched, a pale bluish-white glow surrounded his body, as a wave of healing light washed over the corpse.
Red tried not to cry but had a hard time doing so. Clair patted him on the shoulder sympathetically as she stopped down, picking up a pitcher of what looked like clear water, except it smelled like dust.
“Here.”
Red took it from her, and began pouring it over Lance’s prone form, as Clair began to recite in a clear, cold tone.
May
you be blessed as you walk through the valley…
May
the power of Viridian light your path…
The verses went on and on, as Red finished pouring. For such a small jug, the supply of liquid inside certainly seemed endless. As soon as Clair finished, she backed away. Red hastily followed her example.
The entire altar began to glitter with cold silver light.
Clair sucked in a breath as she and Red watched quietly. The ceremony was supposed to send the soul of the Dragon Master on, but something was going wrong…
There was a crash of lightning that blinded them both, and when it cleared, the body was gone.
That had worked at least…
Red felt hysterical laughter bubbling up in his throat. It was all over now, all over. Clair hugged him and then they left.
He could almost hear a second set of footsteps following them, the gentle swish of a cloak… he smiled.
Clair must have heard it too, for her eyes sparkled as his did.
Lance was not dead, oh no, he still lived on in the two closest to him… and they would fulfill the dream the Dragon Master had died for.
They had power, and skill, and influence…
It would not take long.
“How do I look?”
Clair studied him, feeling her breath catch. “Your eyes are different, but other than that… it’s perfect.”
Red smiled. He had finally grown taller, and it was nice. He ran a hand through his dyed hair a bit awkwardly.
“Are you sure you want to go through with this?”
“Are you? It will be hard… and if they find out…”
“I don’t care.” Clair said, and her eyes were as pained as his. “I don’t care, Red. If you’re going to go through with it, so will I.”
“I’ll need your two Dragonair… and hopefully, with my Aeroy and Gyara… that will be enough…”
“Dragonite.” Clair sighed. “I could… obtain one for you. If it’s really necessary…”
“Clair, you are not getting cold feet now, are you?”
“No.” Clair whispered, and her eyes were as mad as his, glittering in the pale light of the candles that lit Dragon’s Den. The grandfather had not entered once, not since they had begun planning, and now, they were ready…
It would only take a few moments, and well, even if they did not have the Kanto set… but they did, as Cerise Island still stood, and they had a replacement for the Earth Badge in hand.
The Rising Badge on Clair’s cloak glimmered as they flew off.
Who would have suspected that the Elite Four would return to Cerise Island? Certainly not anyone who was smart… and as Lugia rose over the Island, two voices chanted their request together, male and female blending into an eerie echo of what was once one voice.
And the dragon legendary dipped his head down, and acquiesced to their request.
Smile.
And in the aftermath of destruction, no one knew where a Champion and a Gym Leader had gone.
And that was that.
End Fic
Completed 6/22/06
Well, if you really squinted, Red and Clair might be together, but I doubt it… since Red is still mourning Lance…
They’re both cracked. ^^()