The ground shook. Or, could it be really called the ground?, the Snivy thought, After all, this was a place that existed outside of time. She shook her head. It didn’t matter right now. What mattered at the moment was moving forward.
She shuddered. Arceus, how could something so simple terrify her? After what they had been through? She looked at Sam, hoping for words of encouragement, but he was too busy making preparations. Making sure they had what they needed for whatever happened next.
Alex had hoped that Dialga would see reason, but considering that time was beginning to freeze, this was unlikely.
She looked up. A dark cloud was forming over the top of the tower. There was only one dungeon in between them and saving the world. She felt sick just looking at it. Everyone was counting on them. What if they failed?
She shook the thought out of her head. “We won’t fail.”
Finally, Sam looked up, his the flame that made up his tail flaring. He flicked his gaze around rapidly before realizing it was his partner who had spoken. He gave her a sad smile, his teeth jutting out just slightly. “Of course we won’t. Do you think we will?”
Alex looked down, shuffling her feet in response. The Chimchar frowned, clearly expecting a better response.
She knew that Sam thought it was because of the fight that they were about to face. But it wasn’t just that. It was having the whole future relying on them. The present too, for that matter. Even then, if they did succeed, even if they won, Alex knew that she wouldn’t be able to stay with Sam. She didn’t want to leave him, not like Grovyle had. But she couldn’t say that now. Not yet.
Finally, he got up, handing the large bag to Alex. He approached her, squeezing her hand for a moment before letting it go. Slowly, yet surely, the pair walked onward, to their final challenge together.
She shuddered. Arceus, how could something so simple terrify her? After what they had been through? She looked at Sam, hoping for words of encouragement, but he was too busy making preparations. Making sure they had what they needed for whatever happened next.
Alex had hoped that Dialga would see reason, but considering that time was beginning to freeze, this was unlikely.
She looked up. A dark cloud was forming over the top of the tower. There was only one dungeon in between them and saving the world. She felt sick just looking at it. Everyone was counting on them. What if they failed?
She shook the thought out of her head. “We won’t fail.”
Finally, Sam looked up, his the flame that made up his tail flaring. He flicked his gaze around rapidly before realizing it was his partner who had spoken. He gave her a sad smile, his teeth jutting out just slightly. “Of course we won’t. Do you think we will?”
Alex looked down, shuffling her feet in response. The Chimchar frowned, clearly expecting a better response.
She knew that Sam thought it was because of the fight that they were about to face. But it wasn’t just that. It was having the whole future relying on them. The present too, for that matter. Even then, if they did succeed, even if they won, Alex knew that she wouldn’t be able to stay with Sam. She didn’t want to leave him, not like Grovyle had. But she couldn’t say that now. Not yet.
Finally, he got up, handing the large bag to Alex. He approached her, squeezing her hand for a moment before letting it go. Slowly, yet surely, the pair walked onward, to their final challenge together.
