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Quiet. It was all quiet now that everything had passed.
The sound of dragons roaring, the fighting, the rumbling, all of it has passed; what is left is a broken home.
Anthea managed to escape just before the castle collapsed. Concordia wasn’t as athletic; she survived, yes, but not without a broken leg.
The two were in Victory Road now, tired and weary. Hoping that someone could help them get down the mountain sooner.
“Anthea,” Concordia called out.
Anthea only answered after a minute or two passing, “Yes?”
”What are we going to do now?”
The two stayed quiet. N was gone now, left with Zekrom, to… somewhere.
Their life mission was gone. And now, what were they supposed to become?
“Do you think any of the gym leaders or elite four members would help us? What about that Hilbert boy?”
Anthea’s frown deepened; the more time passed, the more rage she was feeling.
If she knew that being adopted by Ghetsis meant having to raise a baby as a child, things would’ve been different.
She was 27, and yet she felt like she was both 50 and 13. She had a maternal love in her that was for an older woman, and the lack of social skills that a teenager would have.
“I… Do you think I know?! I didn’t want any of this!”
Her hands were balled up, and she was on the verge of tears.
She was stripped away from all the things she yearned for. Battles, friends, love. All of that, and for what? All for it to crumble down, literally.
She hated him, his face, his charisma, his manipulation. Everything he said always had a double meaning, or was just a straight-up lie.
She hated to even call her “father.”
Concordia backed away, their hands separating. That was a bad mistake, as she fell to the floor.
Anthea picked her back up, holding onto Concordia’s back for support, “I’m sorry… I’m just so…”
“Angry?”
“Yeah…”
As the two stumbled out of the cave, they looked into the distance.
Opelucid City was so close, and yet…
“I’m scared, Anthea.”
“By?”
”Everything… what if we’re rejected from the world because we’re a part of Team Plasma?”
Anthea’s other hand moved to hold Concordia’s, squeezing it tight.
“We’ll be… fine… We’re sisters after all…”
“There has to be something for us to keep living...” And with that, the sisters leave Victory Road in search of new beginnings.