XaiJu
Adamo Amet
Adamo Amet

patreon


Chapter no.226 Descendant

[ POV Change ]
[ Kingdom of Rota - Cameron's Castle ]
Located at the back of the castle, situated between two thick buildings and watched over by the many towers of the castle, was a large open arena with seating located around it. The original purpose of this area was a meeting place of the townspeople and the royalty that resided in the castle. It was hear where decisions ranging from small everyday things like whether to expand a road a little further, to important historical events such as whether a particular king or queen was worthy of their title and position. This open area was now a Pokemon battle field, used in the kingdoms yearly 'Guardian of Aura' festival competition. However, it still kept the monarch box where the current royalty would watch the proceedings from.
However, even with all its similarities to an average medieval town and castle, there was one thing that set this town apart from all others. The crystals. Scattered all over the town and accompanying castle were large blue crystal formations that sparkled in the sun, taking the town from beautiful the breathtakingly magnificent. These crystals were one of the most well know features of the town, and attracted many of the tourist to admire their beauty.
Finally, off the back of the castle, just outside the royal chambers and throne room, was a balcony that gave a great view of the land towards the north, the opposite direction from the town. The balcony had a few of the crystal structures scattered to one side.
On this balcony stood a beautiful young woman wearing a light pink dress that perfectly contrasted her lovely golden hair, and the crown that rested there, as she stared out the beautiful landscape surrounding the castle. She stood with impeccable grace and seemed to extrude not just a calming aura, but one of complete control and unquestionable authority that showed a sense of maturity far beyond her age.
She glanced back at the bed where she saw an unconscious Riley.
After he went to the Tree of Beginning, something had happened that had left the head of the Aura Guardians in a coma.
The entire castle was engulfed by a sense of anxiety as they wondered if the assailant had other plans for the Kingdom of Rota.
Princess Ilene sighed out in worry for her mother and friend's health.
0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0
In the mountains, everyone watched as a hidden part of history came to life right in front of them, courtesy of a Time Flower. The scenery of the Tree's core was almost completely the same as it was in the present, and sitting right next to Austin was someone who looked very much like him. In fact, he was completely identical apart from his clothing and his eyes, which were blue, in stark contrast to Ash's deep brown. His gloves lay on the ground beside him.
"Sir Aaron," breathed Lucario as he gazed upon his mentor.
Sir Aaron did not hear him however, as this was only a memory. Instead, he stared of into the distance, his blue eyes glimmering as he sat, deep in thought.
His trance was interrupted as an arc of lightning traversed through his body, bringing with it a grunt of pain. He turned his gaze back to the wall and began to speak. "Lucario…, forgive me."
"I do, Master," Lucario, now sitting on the ground like Austin and Sir Aaron, responded with his telepathy, even though the one he wanted to most could not hear him. Sir Aaron then continued.
"Please understand, I had to seal you inside the staff. I knew if I didn't you'd follow me here and suffer the same fate. I only wish…, that you could have known the real story…"
Lucario, with tears in his eyes, responded once again. "I understand!"
"One day you'll be released in a more peaceful time." Sir Aaron smiled, "What will it be like? I wonder if…" He was interrupted by another stream of lightning coursing through him. After a moment he regained himself and continued. "I have…, no regrets. My journey…, has been good. I served a beautiful queen, and, you and I shared many adventures.
He leaned back and sighed, a happy and contented smile on his face, despite the amount of pain he must have been going through. "Those memories, will always be with me."
"Master, if only you could hear me, I want to tell you how much you mean to me." Lucario started to shake; such was the extent of his sadness.
"Lucario.., farewell." The Aura Pokémon's head jolted upright, his eyes wide. But Sir Aaron continued, "You were more to me than just my student. You were.., my closest friend"
"I feel the same." The tears continued to well.
"But..., before I go..., I have one final piece of advice, a..., final request, even if you never hear it."
"Anything"
The knight of Cameron's gaze became more focused. "Don't give up just because I am..., no longer there. Keep on going..., live your life to the full. Continue your work..., as an Aura Guardian..., help others in need. There few Aura Guardians in the world..., so continue your work, but also try to find more with..., the potential of aura, and train them. Do your part in the world..., and enjoy it. Then..." Sir Aaron smiled blissfully.
"Then, it could be.., one day…, we will see each other again." A single tear flowed down Sir Aaron's cheek, and he closed his eyes one final time. "I hope so…, my friend"
And with that final goodbye, the vision provided by the Time Flower ended, leaving Lucario with his tears finally running down his face. "Aaron my friend.., Goodbye."
Austin and everyone stared at the crying Lucario in silence as they gave the aura pokemon time to process what he had heard.
....
A few minutes later, Clefable smiled and patted Lucario's back as he healed up the aura pokemon who gazed upon Austin.
" Looks like I have an apology to give."
" It's not a problem, Lucario."
" Even then i apologize. Each person has their own aura. It's as distinct as a fingerprint. So if you have a similar wave signature to Sir Aaron… enough to confuse an aura user like me, then you must…"
Austin smiled as he saw Lucario awkwardly trying to explain his actions so he decided to mess with him.
"What? Are you saying… I'm like Sir Aaron's reincarnation or something?"
"No, If your wave is the same then you must be…Sir Aaron's descendant."
Austin looked at Lucario in confusion before his mind fully registered Lucario's words.
"You're Sir Aaron's descendant," Lucario repeated. "His direct descendant."
0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0
[ 𝐎𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡 ]
𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱'𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 – 𝘃𝗼𝗹𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗲𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 – 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗣𝘀𝘆𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗸'𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲. 𝗔𝗹𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗽𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝗣𝘀𝘆𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗰 𝗯𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗘𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗶𝘁𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳. 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘂𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗹, 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀, 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗼𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲. 𝗔𝗹𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹 𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗿, 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝘂𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮 𝗣𝘀𝘆𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻. 𝗨𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀𝗽𝗼𝘁𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗜𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘂𝗻𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝘂𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗣𝘀𝘆𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗸'𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗲, 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗸𝗲. 𝗜𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗲, 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗶𝗻𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀; 𝘀𝗼 𝗳𝗮𝗿, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗱. 𝗙𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲, 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗻 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗣𝘀𝘆𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗸, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗳𝗮𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 (𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗴𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘃𝗼𝗹𝘃𝗲 𝗽𝘀𝘆𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗰 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀) 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝗣𝘀𝘆𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. 𝗧𝘄𝗼 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗴𝗼, 𝗮 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽 𝗼𝗳 𝗣𝘀𝘆𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗠𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 𝗖𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘁. 𝗔𝗹𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗼𝗰𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘂𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗽𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗵 𝗟𝗲𝗮𝗴𝘂𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗮𝗰𝘂𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗹𝘆𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗲𝗿𝘂𝗽𝘁.

Chapter no.226 Descendant

More Creators