Year 10, day 364: Unbelievable.
At like the last possible moment, the Dimensional Scream showed me the location of a Treasure.
The Terran Cymbals. I had found the combination a couple years back, but didn’t have a location until now.
“The Ground treasure,” I spoke to Terra. “The other one that can affect you.”
“And the only one that can affect you,” she spoke in kind.
“One last treasure hunt before the end of the world, love?”
“Of course, honey.”
We packed a Treasure Bag with Reviver Seeds, Oran Berries, and Apples, leaving the notebook behind in the warehouse along with a large pack of Blue Gummis. We officially transferred leadership of the team to Darkrai, and only took 2000 Poké with us; each coin had enough gold in it that maybe it would be worth something in future worlds if need be. The rest of the team saw us off as we left Treasure Town for the last time. The town was emptier than ever, but we would still miss it with all our hearts.
Year 10, day 365: I’m not sure when I arrived in this world, so we acted like the last full day was the only day we had left.
Groudon wasn’t a pushover, but compared to the nightmares that were the Voidlands (as Mawile had called them) and Necrozma, he was nothing. The Shimmer Desert he was hiding out in was even less of an issue; my Pokémon body hadn’t felt more at home in years.
We were successful. We opened the chest, took the brass cymbals, and warped back to the surface to find the dead of night greeting us.
We found shelter for the night under a rocky overhang. Before going to sleep, we, each holding one, banged the Cymbals together for a single note.
I felt my heart flutter.
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