PMP 113: It's not too late!

"I've waited so long for this moment, Dialga and Palkia," Cyrus continued, "Now hear me. Shaping this world is a double-spiral of Time and Space. Yes, the very things that you have the ability to control! Lend me your power, the power of gods! With the power I wield, I will create an entirely new world! Then I will dispose of the incomplete and ugly world we have now; it will disappear forever!"

A dark power began emanating from the shackled Dialga and Palkia.

"To those who bear witness to my feat!" Cyrus cried, "Look, for this sight will be your last! I am resetting everything to zero; nothing can remain!"

"Wait!" cried Mars, "What about us? Your loyal administrators--?"

For the first time since Mitsumi had gotten there, Cyrus looked at them.

"Administrators who were beaten time and again my mere children?" he said with a cold laugh, "My condolences. However, it is all for the making of a complete world. A world of complete perfection. Nothing so vague and incomplete as spirit will remain."

And Cyrus looked back to the deity Pokémon.

"Master Cyrus--!" Mars started to run towards him, but Jupiter held her back. The purple-haired woman shook her head.

"This is what we've wrought," said Jupiter, "The least we can do is face it with courage."

The sky was covered with dark clouds all across Sinnoh. Professor Rowan looked out the window of his lab, concern written into his features. Hyouta put down his pick and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, eyes riveted to Mt. Tengan. Momi looked up from caring for a berry garden; a Burmy in her arms. Natane turned away from the statue in Eterna, eyeing the clouds with worry. In the nearby Alamos town, Riley took his girlfriend's hand and looked up towards the mountain as his Lucario growled nervously. Even in Snowpoint, Suzuna could tell that something was happening at the mountain to the south.

In Veilstone city, Reiji and Sumomo drew closer together as wind played in their hair. Both of them watched the mountain in fear.

"Mitsumi…" said Reiji, "Please tell me you've got this under control…"

Spear Pillar began to fragment and break apart. The sky grew darker and darker, almost black. Cyrus laughed cruelly as his world began to replace the current one. Dialga and Palkia let out pained roars.

"We can't just sit here!" shouted Jun.

There was a sudden flash. Three lights, pink, blue, and yellow, raced around the temple. They came to a rest between Cyrus and the deity Pokémon: the pink one in front of Dialga, the blue in front of Palkia, and the yellow in front of Cyrus. The light faded and revealed that the three lights had been the elves.

We cannot let you interfere with the balance of nature any longer!

Yuxie's voice echoed in the heads of all present.

"… I should have expected as much," Cyrus replied, "The three Spirit Pokémon have come to protect Sinnoh. Hmph, pathetic and worthless. It takes the three of you to stabilize even one of the Pokémon that controls time or space. But can you hold your own against them both? I seriously doubt that you can. Not when both Dialga and Palkia are here. Your coming here is in vain."

There was a reason that those two were to remain separated!

This time the voice was Emurit's.

"So much meaningless drama," sighed Cyrus. He turned away from the elves and faced the onlookers instead, "Now, Mitsumi. You've constantly interfered in our plans, but only you will be forgiven in this new world."

"Why me?" asked Mitsumi.

"Why her?!" cried Mars.

"You've proven yourself equal to, if not stronger than, myself," continued Cyrus, "Only those worthy of living in my perfect world will exist there. You and I will rule like gods. I have no concern about your will to protect spirit. After all, when I am through with my work here, no spirit will remain. All spirit will forever disappear. It will be ripped away… from you! From your Pokémon! From those precious to you! It is time! My vision will become reality!"

As Cyrus turned back to Dialga and Palkia, Mitsumi fell to her knees.

"We're too late…!"

Suddenly a voice cried out, shaking the whole temple with its force.

"It's not too late!"