"You know," I said, standing alone in the quiet field, "I think it's time for you to come out and reveal yourself."
As if on cue, a white blur shimmered into view before me—elegant, fast, and almost ghostlike. Slowly, it took shape.
An older Pheromosa stood before me—taller, more poised, and more mature than Elsa. Her movements were slow, but filled with grace. Her eyes met mine, soft and knowing.
"Pher..." |Hello, Evan,| she greeted.
Yes—I understood her.
I'd recently unlocked the ability to understand Bug-type Pokémon. It used to be that I only sensed their intentions, but now it was like there was a translator inside my mind. Every chirp, click, and hum—they all made sense.
"Hello," I said with a smile. "Finally, we meet."
"Pher pher..." |Thank you for healing my child and taking care of her.|
"Don't mention it," I replied warmly. "It was my pleasure. Honestly, it felt like raising a child. All my Pokémon are like family to me."
She nodded, eyes glinting in the fading light.
"I have something to ask," I continued. She tilted her head slightly, silently encouraging me to go on.
"Tomorrow, I'll be leaving Alola. Would you like to say goodbye to her before I go?"
She slowly shook her head.
"Pher..." |No. I don't want the little one to be sad.|
Her voice, though soft, carried the weight of something deeper. A heavy silence lingered.
"I understand," I said gently.
She looked at me for a moment, then added quietly,
"Pher pher..." |I'm dying.|
Those words stung more than I expected.
"I can help," I said quickly. I raised my hands, summoning my energy—a glowing aura of Bug Force flickering like green fire in my palms. "You know my energy can heal others."
She looked at the light, then back at me, and slowly shook her head.
"Pher..." |It won't work on me.|
There was no bitterness in her tone—just acceptance.
Without another word, she stepped forward and pulled a small cloth sack from beneath her slender frame. She handed it to me carefully, like it was something precious.
I opened it, and my breath caught.
Z-Crystals.
Several of them, each gleaming with its colour and power. They rested in my hand like gems poured from the sky.
"Why…?" I asked, stunned.
"Pher..." |Please take them. I have nothing else to give you.|
I stared at them for a moment, then slowly tucked them into my pocket.
"Thank you," I said quietly.
She nodded once, her form already beginning to shimmer at the edges, fading back into the wind.
And just like that…
Pheromosa was gone.
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Vol-1 Origin,
End.
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I've been wanting to end the arc, now, I could start the real story. Now, some may be dissatisfied, for them I am truly sorry.
Next Volume, I would do better. I will start releasing it next month.