FSE

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"Sheesh," Summer remarked after Nema explained the situation. "Professor Hastings is really impatient, isn't he?"

"He sure is," Nema agreed. "He won't even call my awesome invention, 'The Nema-Style, Distorted-Space-Finding Radar', by its full name. He just started calling it the 'Nematic Radar' for short. What am I, exactly?"

"I think the professor is the normal one there," Ben commented. Nema pouted, clearly disagreeing with him. Summer's Styler rang as it received a voicemail.

"It's from Professor Hastings!"

"Ben, Summer, can you hear my voice?" Hastings asked. "Come to the Sky Fortress, which is now floating in the ocean, immediately. The distortions in space are spreading..." The transmission fizzled into static beyond that point.

"Professor? Professor Hastings!" Ben cried. "Communication has been cut off. I wonder what happened?"

"Let's hurry to where that fortress is floating! Nema, you might want to stay here."

"Don't worry, I'll be in the back working on my new invention. Pichu, I'm sure you'll like the surprise," she hinted. Before Pichu could ask what she meant, not that she would know exactly what he said, Summer grabbed him and flew out of the home, followed by Ben.

---

The Eon duo quickly flew into the top part of the fortress and met up with Rand, Leanne, Murph, and Professor Hastings.

"Great, you made it!" Hastings greeted them.

"We're glad you're safe! Our wireless transmission got cut off in the middle," Summer said.

"That's because the space here is distorted. I'm as sound as ever. I was seeing how the Nematic Radar turned out, and when I turned it on, there was a reaction that indicated the space in a certain area was distorted. That area is this Sky Fortress. Although it's now an ocean fortress on the surface of the water." The professor looked around.

"So, what's going on?" the latios asked.

"The distortion keeps getting worse...and just now, three more new distortions occurred in different locations. Rand just left to investigate. I want you two to go provide Rand with some backup. Head for the inside of the fortress," he ordered.

"We'll stay here and continue to investigate this event," Leanne added.

"I'll protect Leanne and Hastings, and I'll be protected by Hastings," Murph joked, earning a glare from the impatient professor, "so go, and don't worry about us!" Ben, Summer, and Pichu nodded and went down the stairs.

---

They eventually arrived in the middle room where they confronted Edward's posse.

"This brings back memories," Ben said, frowning.

"You know, it's a shame those three didn't put their talents to non-criminal use," Summer agreed. "They could have been so much better that way. So, which room do you want to check first?"

"Hmm... How about the room on the far left?" As quick as they could, they made their way through said room's corridor, being careful to not engage any of the other disturbed pokémon. They reached the other exit and saw a familiar face: Giratina. The Renegade pokémon roared, clearly agitated by the distortion.

"Giratina? What are you doing here?" Summer asked it. Giratina looked at the two Eon pokémon and calmed down almost immediately. "Do you remember us?"

"...Yes," it replied, much to their shock. They hadn't expected to hear it talk after having engaged it in battle prior. "I can see why you would be surprised. When we met, I was so frustrated that I could not find my precious treasure. A thousand years of searching, a thousand years of rage... finally brought to an end by the same species that caused it," Giratina noted. "How ironic."

"Humans have changed," Ben said. "This isn't an age of war anymore, at least I believe it's not. At the very least, conflict is smaller in scale these days, and large conflicts are largely opposed."

"I am not completely inclined to believe you. I have seen more good in just one month than I have in the past millennium, barring those heroes in the distant past. This fortress, however, reminds me of the lines humans tend to cross."

"Not all humans are like that. You've seen it for yourself, right?" the latias argued. "This fortress was disarmed by humans and pokémon like ourselves who refused to cross those lines, twice."

"You raise a valid point. Regarding our previous encounter, I am sorry... and thank you for your help." With that, Giratina flew out of the fortress, surprising them once more.

"Wow... we never even had to capture Giratina. That's a relief. I can't help but wonder if Giratina was the one behind those distortions," Summer said.

"Let's try wireless," Ben suggested. He tapped a few buttons on his Styler and called Hastings.

"Oh, hello Ben. I take it the distortion in the room you three are in was resolved?"

"We encountered Giratina," the latios reported, "who parted ways with us after some time. We suspect that Giratina's disappearance caused the distortion in space to disappear too."

"Really? The pokémon said to live in another world? This makes sense. Its appearance in this world means that distortions in space are indeed possible. Get to...t...oms...dis..." The transmission became too cluttered in static for either Eon pokémon to understand, but they assumed he meant the other rooms had to be searched.

---

They decided to go to the room on the right next and were greeted with the sight of another member of the Creation Trio. Before they could identify who it was, however, it released a flash of light, blinding them. When their vision returned, they found themselves in the same illusion that Hocus set up against them a while ago.

"That pokémon was Palkia!" their Stylers announced, displaying an image of the pokémon before them.

"Palkia? The legendary pokémon that can control space?" Summer cried.

"I heard about it from one of the rangers over at the Ranger Union," Ben said. "Apparently it caused some trouble for the people of Almia while it was licking its wounds from a battle with Dialga. It made doors lead to random places."

"We might be in for a confusing time. Let's be careful." They looked at the exit and flew toward it, being careful to avoid the displaced and disoriented pokémon in the cloud-like room. Once they reached the normal room, they found Palkia. The spatial dragon eyed them curiously.

"Palkia, what are you doing here?" Ben asked. Palkia smirked.

"What? A girl can't take a vacation anymore? And here I thought I'd get some rest before my next fight."

"Huh?" Needless to say, all three pokémon were confused by her rather informal tone.

"Okay, that's enough messing around." Palkia took on a more serious tone as she continued. "I am here because humankind is in grave danger, and I just knew this place was the reason. Frankly, I'm worried."

"What do you mean?" Summer questioned. "What's going on? Why would we be in danger?"

"Okay, now I'm confused. You aren't human, though from the looks of things you've been hanging around them."

"No, but we used to be until recent events," Ben explained. "It's a long story."

"Right, right," Palkia nodded. "I remember the stories told by Ho-Oh. She talked about a latias and latios who worked with humans and other pokémon to prevent some catastrophe. Now I see what she was talking about." She then looked down at Pichu, who stood on Summer's back, and regarded him with curiosity. "And this pichu... I've never heard of a pokémon playing a human instrument. Show me what you can do, little guy."

"Okay," Pichu obliged. He jumped down and played his signature song as well as his paws would allow, even going as far as to top it off with a Thunderbolt. The attack, unfortunately hit everyone, though none of the dragons appeared to be fazed by it. He drooped his ears and looked down in embarrassment. "Uh... I'm sorry, Palkia. I didn't mean to hit you."

"No harm, no foul," the spatial dragon replied calmly. "I'm impressed by your talent. You have quite an unusual skill."

"A good human friend of mine gave it to me when he found out I was interested in the ukulele he had. Since then, I've been practicing for all my friends, and I even helped save Oblivia with it."

"I see..." Palkia closed her eyes and grew silent, deep in thought. "Do you see the thing on the base of my tail?" Ben flew behind her to look, and was shocked by what he found.

"A... bandage? From the earlier incident?"

"Indeed. A while back, I made a real mess of a place and confused a lot of people. My power over space was disturbed thanks to my last clash with Dialga," Palkia explained. "I received this bandage when some humans and pokémon came to my aid. The wound has long since healed, but I kept it as a reminder of the goodness humans are capable of and that pokémon can make mistakes too."

"That explains why you're here," Summer said, "but why would humankind be in grave danger?" Palkia spread her arms out.

"Look around you. This terrible place should have stayed buried in that lake. On a somewhat-related note, Groudon is... unhappy... with the destruction of one of his creations, to put it mildly." Pichu frowned at this, remembering his friends' near-disappearance. "We'll meet again, I promise." With that, Palkia generated a portal behind herself and disappeared into it. At that point, Summer's Styler rang.

"Hello, Summer. The Nematic Radar is detecting only one more distortion in the lower rooms," the professor said. "I take it you three resolved the distortion in your current room?"

"Yes, professor," Ben replied. "We encountered Palkia."

"Palkia, you say? The legendary pokémon that can control space... Well, that explains the radar's findings. Head for the last room. I-" Before he could say anything further, the message abruptly ended.

"Guess there's still some distortions that have to be taken care of," Pichu noted.

---

"Let's see... Palkia and Giratina were here. My guess is that Dialga is waiting for us in the last room," Summer said. Upon entering the room, they saw the temporal dragon atop the large platform. It let out a roar before disappearing in a burst of light.

"That pokémon was indeed Dialga! Beware, it can control the flow of time," Summer's Styler pointed out. Suddenly, pokémon appeared in front of them. They stood near the red and blue panels and the green teleporter, fiercely guarding them.

"Deja vu," Pichu commented. "This looks familiar..."

"Could we have gone back in time?" Summer wondered. Just as they did before, they simply flew up to the platform and entered the next room. Dialga stared at the sea.

"Pragmatic as before, hm? You navigated the trial much quicker this time," Dialga mused. "It might not be too late for humankind. For all of the horrible things they've done, they have also performed amazing feats."

"Do you mean the Ranger Union?" Summer asked. The temporal dragon turned to face them.

"That is one of the most amazing feats," Dialga agreed. "What also amazes me is their ability to let grudges go. I want to know something. Do you think Palkia has a vendetta against guys like me?"

"Umm... Guys like you? What are you talking about?"

"I know, it is an awkward question, but that's what the bandage on my underside keeps making me think about." Summer flew closer to examine the dragon's underside, and sure enough, there was a large bandage just above the midsection. "I wonder what I could have done to upset her so. Humans at least have the decency to explain themselves, given the opportunity."

"Were you helped by some rangers in the past, Dialga?" Pichu asked him.

"Rangers and trainers, actually. They helped me heal from my last fight against her. After that and the incident at Coronet Mountain, I took a look at the timelines of many humans. I must say, I was pleasantly surprised to learn that helping others was a part of their nature. All this time I assumed they were simply pawns of destruction, merely deluding themselves with creation and assistance."

"I see."

"I have also heard that Giratina was able to return to its world thanks to some humans locating its Griseous Orb. Humans may make a lot of messes, but it would be unfair to deny their ability to clean them up. Destruction and creation are both parts of human nature, it seems." Just like Palkia, Dialga generated a portal behind himself and disappeared into it.

"All of these talks are about saving humankind... Just what is going on?" Summer wondered.

"I have a bad feeling about this," the latios admitted. Suddenly, his Styler rang once more. "It must be the professor." He activated the communicator and began to report the news.

"All three of you! Get back here immediately!" Professor Hastings interrupted, ending the call and surprising all the pokémon.

"Whoa... he was so flustered, he even forgot to say 'hurry, hurry, hurry,' like always," the latias noticed. "Something must've happened!"

"We'd better hurry back." They flew back up to the main room through the stairwell. Before they approached the door, their Stylers rang loudly.

"There is an energy reaction unlike any ever encountered before. Extreme danger ahead!" the Stylers warned. What startled both Eon pokémon was the fact that both Stylers were blinking yellow and grey, a feature they never even knew the gadgets had.

"Whatever's beyond this point might be something we won't be able to handle. I know it's dangerous...but there's no way we can abandon everyone in there!" Summer cried. She looked at the door with determination.

"We're rangers. It's what we do," Ben added, just as determined as his partner. "We must put our fears aside and press on." All three pokémon took a deep breath and went inside.

---

To their relief, everyone was still there, if a bit shaken by the distortions.

"We've been waiting for you three!" Murph called, though it was clear he was not too thrilled at the moment. The Nematic Radar fell from his hands and broke in half, likely due to an overload of energy.

"What in the world is..." Summer trailed off as a large shining pokémon descended upon the group, landing in front of them.

"This pokémon... It's incredible," Hastings breathed. "This is my first time to see it in person like this, but... there's no mistaking it. It's Arceus." Everyone nearly jumped in shock as they recognized the being.

"Arceus..." Leanne said. "That name was marked in several ruins. The pokémon rumored to have shaped the world..."

"Hmm..." Pichu murmured. Arceus suddenly let loose a flash of light, causing everyone to shut their eyes. Before they knew it, they found themselves in a dark abyss, unaware of anything except themselves and the Alpha pokémon.

"Wh-what is this?" Summer wondered. "Images I've never seen before are flashing through my mind." She thought back to what happened to her and Ben before they became the pokémon of legend.

"Me too!" Murph cried. "But I just thought I was dreaming or something, because I haven't been getting enough sleep lately..."

"It's strange, but I can see it, too..." Rand added. "These are probably the cities and villages of ancient Oblivia..."

"It's fuzzy, but I can see them too!" Leanne exclaimed. "I can see something that looks like a temple in the middle of the forest! It looks a lot like Teakwood Forest."

"...Hmm. Actually, I do, too," Hastings said. "It looks like everyone is seeing the same images."

"Perhaps these are Arceus's old memories..." Hastings nodded in agreement.

"Arceus seems to be using telepathy to try and tell us something, but what? Everything seems peaceful."

"The images are clearing up," Ben noticed. The current image faded away before being replaced by one showing Arceus straining with some unknown force. "Arceus looks to be in pain. It's struggling."

"What is that trying to control Arceus?" Rand wondered, looking closer. "It has to be the Golden Armor! That's the only way-!"

"It appears to be tormenting Arceus," Hastings said, interrupting him. A new image showed up, this time of a person clad in the armor. It held a blue orb and stood in a location bearing a resemblance to the arc around the pokémon.

"Someone in Golden Armor, with an orb of some kind... I wonder what they're trying to do," Leanne wondered. The image shifted once more, this time to the skies of Oblivia.

"Wh-whoa!" Murph cried. "The Sky Fortress! It appeared!" In an instant, everyone saw the Sky Fortress rise into the sky once more. At that point, the images disappeared, and everyone found themselves in the fortress once more. Arceus appeared to be slighted by the memories.

"The person who made the Sky Fortress... must be the one wearing the Golden Armor." Hastings stepped forward, finally realizing what all those images meant.

"...Arceus, please listen," he pleaded. "What you just showed us were people's mistakes in the past... and we humans were about to repeat that mistake again in this new era."

"Yes, you were," Arceus replied, stunning nearly everyone in the room.

"But, Arceus, please believe us," Hastings continued, quickly overcoming his shock. "We humans won't make the same mistake again. We won't let anybody do something so foolish as to revive this fortress again." He placed his right hand on his chest. "I would like to pledge that here before you."

"I simply cannot." Hastings frowned, beginning to despair, and stepped back.

"I guess it's unreasonable to ask you to believe us after the mistake's already been made... twice." He decided to try again. "Arceus... it's true that some humans cause pain and suffering in order to gain their own desires. However... there are also humans who selflessly do everything in their power to help other people and pokémon!"

"What do you mean?" the Alpha pokémon inquired gently. It released another flash of light, this time blinding no one.

"Arceus, are you going to destroy the entire Oblivia region, which holds this hateful Sky Fortress, as well as all the people and pokémon who live in Oblivia?"

"Ar-Ar-Arceus!" Murph cried anxiously. "I-I don't care what happens to me, but that pichu over there and these rangers are joined by a very strong bond. This... how should I say this... this history of people and pokémon helping each other has always been part of Oblivia." The PR chief took a deep breath before continuing. "So, in other words... how should I put this... I'm sorry for getting out of line!"

"But..." Pichu said, stepping foward. "You can't! We all live together! I have friends of all sorts, and they have me! We've bonded so well!"

"Pichu's right, Arceus!" Ben said. "We have an unbreakable bond, one that will pave the way to the future."

"Hmm..." Arceus relented, considering all this. The Alpha pokémon stopped shining and calmed down. A wave of barely suppressed relief washed over everyone.

"...Arceus? Did we convince you?" Summer wondered.

"Of course Arceus is convinced!" someone announced. Everyone turned around to face the source of the voice, accompanied by the sound of clapping.

"Who are you?" Hastings asked.

"I am Purple Eyes," he said as he stepped out of the shadows, smiling. "It's been a while, hasn't it, everyone?"

"Purple Eyes! Could the reason you've come here be... to lend us a hand?" Summer questioned. He walked forward, stopping just at the middle of the room.

"Come now, don't get so worked up," the purple-clad man replied nonchalantly. "Just listen." His carefree mood suddenly soured as he stared at the Eon pokémon. "I was questioned day after day at the Ranger Union... Even I finally had enough. Did I reflect on what I've done? Of course I did. As proof, I'm going to show you the strong bonds between people and pokémon you were talking about." He walked forward until he stood in front of Arceus, who glanced at him in curiosity. He held out his hands and kneeled before it.

"What are you...?" Ben wondered. Purple Eyes paid the latios little mind.

"It's simple. The wondrous Arceus's enemy is all of humankind. And as of recent events I can no longer trust people, so all humans are now also my enemy... I want to deepen our bond, because Arceus and I share a common enemy." Everyone stepped back in shock as Arceus's stare slowly turned into a glare. "O Arceus! I have no desire to rise above you," he proclaimed. "I only want to work beneath you, and help you shape a new world!"

"Purple Eyes..." the latias began, incensed. "You did all of those things, and went through all that... and you still haven't changed at all?!"

"Quiet! I'm speaking to Arceus right now!" he demanded. Purple Eyes then looked at it once more. "I beg you, O Arceus! Don't confuse me, Purple Eyes, with those who have simply tried to use you!" The glare intensified slightly as the lingering emotions returned. "I understand what you're envisioning, O Arceus. Doubtless, it's an act of vengeance toward humankind. In other words... You will destroy this world and reshape it anew, under a new ruler. If you would, please, let me help you..."

"Enough!" Arceus bellowed, regaining the dangerous shine it once had. Purple Eyes barely managed to dodge a bolt of lightning dropped onto him.

"Purple Eyes! What are you saying?!" the latios demanded. "Arceus doesn't want anything like that at all! You've made it even more angry!" Both Ben and Summer readied their Stylers. "We have no choice but to try." Before they could launch their capture discs, a bolt of lightning dropped in front of them, knocking them onto the floor and away from the impact site.

"Oh no!" Summer cried, more out of surprise than pain. Both Eon pokémon flew in front of everyone else to try and defend them.

"Arceus's rage and that shining wall are preventing the capture from working," Hastings noted.

"It looks like Arceus is serious..." Leanne lamented. "Oblivia's history is going to end here..." Arceus began to charge its signature Judgement attack as everyone backed away from the force. The pieces of the broken Nematic Radar began to spark and crackle before giving out once more.

"Huh? More distortions?" Pichu, Ben, and Summer wondered. Suddenly, the Creation Trio appeared, surrounding the Alpha pokémon.

"What?" Leanne asked. "What's happening?"

"There's more!" Murph cried, trembling. "It's over now!"

"Dialga, Palkia, and Giratina," Rand noticed. "Did Arceus call them here?"

"I don't think it did," Hastings remarked. "Arceus also seems surprised." All three legendaries unleashed their signature attacks, completely obliterating the barrier surrounding Arceus and interrupting it from passing Judgement.

"Look! The wall of light has been broken!" Leanne pointed out. Palkia took a look at Rand, Leanne, Hastings, Pichu, and Murph and forced them back with her spatial powers. A barrier surrounded the remaining group, protecting them from any potential projectiles.

"They're fine," Palkia reassured the rangers. "Pardon my defiance, but Arceus, do you really believe humans don't deserve to continue their existence?"

"Indeed!" Arceus replied adamantly. "The fact that they have created such things as the Sky Fortress and used it to oppress people and pokémon is more than enough justification." Amidst all this, Purple Eyes looked at the large legendary pokémon in confusion, unable to understand them.

"Are you still sore about those capture devices the humans call poké balls?" Giratina asked. "You've still never let that go, have you?" It subtly nodded to the rangers, who took this as an opportunity to use their Stylers to calm Arceus.

"It is an affront to all we stand for. The ability to enslave anyone- possibly myself included- is a disgrace." Arceus gradually began to calm down as the rangers conveyed their feelings to it, barely even paying attention to them.

"What say you about the capture device being used on you right now?" Dialga questioned. "Are you being enslaved? For that matter, are any pokémon truly enslaved by their trainers?"

"Most pokémon could have their trainer at their mercy if they really wanted to," Ben added. "Surely you know of many such instances."

"Admittedly... I do. There have been many times where pokémon of unsavory minds have done... certain things to humans against their wishes. However, such individuals led short lives as a result and can be just as undeserving of their existence as humans, if not a little more."

"Would it be wrong for me to say that I, as a former human, understand the concept of sacrifice?" Summer asked as they withdrew their Capture Discs. "Before we came to Oblivia and learned about ourselves, Ben and I were simply good friends with the same passion: making the world a better place for all walks of life. When he sacrificed himself to keep me safe from harm, I began to have deep feelings for him and knew he felt the same for me."

"Staraptor felt the urge to protect just like I did," Ben added, "and we're not the only ones who would do such a thing. People and pokémon all over the world have this inborn urge to defend their precious special someone from all who would mean them harm, even if they die as a result."

"Were it not for these two and two other humans, I would never have found my Griseous Orb and the power to return to my plain," Giratina said.

"Humans helped me recover from my wounds even after I had sent them back in time," Dialga stated.

"Despite the spatial disruption I caused, there were humans who went the extra mile to reach and heal me," Palkia recalled.

"Bearing this and many other incidents in mind, what say you, Arceus?" Giratina questioned. "Humans can indeed change for the better. Do you still believe this land doesn't deserve to continue existing?"

"For every negative, there is a positive. You taught me that," Palkia remarked. "There will always be someone willing to oppose the bad things in the world, whether they can do something about them or not."

"For the sake of this land, and many other lands," Dialga began, "we implore you to reconsider." Arceus's anger faded completely as it thought about all the evidence presented against its idea. It took one glance at Purple Eyes, who was still confused as to what was happening, and felt angry again, but when it looked at the pichu, the latias, and latios before it, and the group of humans in the barrier, the anger simmered away once more.

"...Very well," Arceus relented. Everyone sighed in relief. Palkia removed the barrier separating everyone. Hastings immediately noticed that Arceus was a lot calmer than before and stepped forward to speak.

"Arceus," he began solemnly, "we won't let anyone use this fortress again. If someone tries, I swear I'll put my life on the line to stop them myself."

"Please believe us... and the people of Oblivia!" Leanne pleaded. Arceus looked at them and nodded, already convinced, and closed its eyes.

"We all pledge to you, Arceus, that we won't make you feel such sorrow again!" Summer declared.

"All of you have earned another chance," Arceus responded. "Do not disappoint." A golden portal appeared beneath the Alpha pokémon.

"You're going back home now, right?" Rand asked.

"There is nothing left for me to do here, so of course."

"Arceus, thank you. You don't need to worry about Oblivia anymore," Professor Hastings stressed. "Please rest yourself in that other world where you live..."

"Of course, I will not be going home alone," Arceus said. Another golden portal appeared, this time in front of Purple Eyes.

"What's this?" Murph wondered. "Could Arceus be trying to take Purple Eyes along with it?" Purple Eyes looked at Arceus fearfully and backed away.

"Apparently, it's still worried about something," Hastings reasoned calmly, "and it looks like that worry is Purple Eyes. This doesn't look like an attack... We had better leave this to Arceus."

"Come forth, Purple Eyes! You and I have a few things to discuss!" Arceus demanded. The portal began to draw him in much like a magnet would to nails.

"No! ...Don't!" he wailed fearfully as he attempted to fight the suction by running away. The portal slowly drew him in. "I like the world I was born in! I've seen the error of my ways. Just don't take me to some weird other world!" Arceus and all the other pokémon were amused by the purple-clad, formerly vengeful man's sudden "change of heart" and his attempt to overcome a small fraction of its power. Suddenly, the suction stopped, causing Purple Eyes to fall flat on his face. It then took that opportunity to suck him in for real, and he spiraled into the light in fear. At the same time, Arceus disappeared into its own portal.

"Arceus! I don't really care about a bond between us at all!" everyone heard him scream. "So please, don't take me to another world!" Dialga, Palkia, and Giratina followed him into the portal.

"Dialga! Palkia! Giratina! And Arceus!" Ben called into the portal. "Thank you, everyone!" With that, it dissipated.

"I don't think we need to worry about Purple Eyes," Hastings said reassuringly. "When he has a true change of heart, Arceus will probably return him to this world." Murph checked the damaged Nematic Radar after relocating a few pieces.

"Everyone! The distortions of space have all disappeared now!" he announced. "Amazing that this gadget can still work after all that."

"So then, those three noticed something strange in Oblivia and came here through distortions in space," Rand deduced.

"The people of Oblivia and those three legendary pokémon were connected by a bond that transcends history..." Leanne said. Hastings stepped in front of everyone.

"Arceus gave humankind just one more chance," he stated seriously. "We have to make it so that when Arceus shows itself again, it will compliment us on our growth." He took on a lighter tone. "Well, then... Let's wrap this up. Heroes of a modern age, it's a Mission Clear!" Another portal suddenly appeared before the Eon duo, surprising everyone.

"Latias! Latios!" Arceus's voice came from the portal. "Or should I say Summer and Ben! I see that it was wise of Ho-Oh to petition for your resurrection. You two and your allies have served your home well. May you continue to defend it from lingering threats and may you always have each other. You have my blessing." As the portal faded, both Eon pokémon looked at each other and kissed before flying away.

"I knew it!" Murph cried happily.

"Well it certainly is no secret," Leanne said with a smile. "After all, just like me and Rand, they were made for each other." She then kissed her own husband on the cheek, who only blushed and looked away in response.