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Battle of the Guardians

We’re just... going through all iterations of Nyx’s Night lmao

This AU is one where... ok, it’s no longer fully accurate to what it should be, but I can’t be bothered editing it that much right now. But basically, Sparrow is marked for Palkia and survives, which means here that Jay is just Dialga. (she should just be Arceus, and someone else brought in for Dialga, but here we are)

Joanna and Sparrow never got on, so this fight gets just a little bit more complicated lmao

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Behind me, Sparrow was dealing his cards out for the fiftieth game of patience. He’d invited me to play with him earlier, but I had no time for it. No patience. I watched the town below us, leaning against a tree. The festival was still going on, though the eclipse was over. The sun was beginning to set now.

Sparrow sighed. “We could always go down? I could do with a drink.”

But with Sparrow, one drink always turned into more. And I didn’t think I could deal with a drunk Rogue tonight. Soise curled up above my head, in the tree. Brith was leaning against a branch in the background, just there. Vulp was away with the pack, and Sesser was back with Jayden. She’d be safer there. So would he. He didn’t even know half of what was going on out here… I think I’d rather he than Sparrow were here, but at least Sparrow had the power to help.

“And I’d rather we stayed up here… at least we can see what’s happening.”

He nodded as I turned back towards him, and reached into his bag. “Just as well–”

“Sparrow. We can’t afford to be distracted today.”

He sighed and dropped his hand, nodding. “So when does it happen?”

I shrugged and then froze. Soise had tensed in the trees above me. Something was happening.

I spun back to look down at the town. Soise hissed, digging her claws into the branch. Someone came from the centre, called people.

“Alex,” Brith whispered.

“The child’s been taken,” I said.

Sparrow stood up. “Better get going, then.”

I nodded – and grabbed his sleeve as he started past me.

“If you want to help find the child, we’d best join the groups heading out.”

“Don’t bother. I know where she’ll be.” I turned away from the town and started towards the volcano.

Sparrow shrugged and followed after me.

And then he crashed into me as I stopped, startled by someone’s sudden appearance in front of me.

“Alex? You were quick.”

Soise growls in the trees above me, but I don’t pay her much heed. She’s always tended to keep a careful berth of Alex.

“We’re looking as well, alright?” I try to move past him. “Up towards the volcano rim.”

He moved, almost snarled as he stood in my way, not letting me past.

“Hey, chill man.” Sparrow laughed. “We’re doing what we can – shouldn’t you be searching?”

I shook my head and tilted it, peering at Alex. This wasn’t like him.

“Blue–” Brith started, shaking her head.

But Soise snarled this time, and cannoned past us into Alex’s chest. He stumbled backwards and wasn’t Alex any more, only a creature with black fur and rusted red mane. A zoroark.

“Soise!” I can’t really see her in its grip, but it’s struggling with something.

“Go! Blue, get to the volcano!” Soise yelled with my voice and Sparrow tensed at my back, because he’d never heard her speak before.

The zoroark flung her away and she crashed into a tree, whimpering. Brith stepped forward and punched at the zoroark, moving fast. It moved faster, and her spikes are imbedded in a tree trunk.

“Get moving!” It was Soise, but not as I knew her. This was a zoroark, blue streaks through her mane. Fighting back the other one.

“Come on. They’ve got this.” Sparrow grabbed my hand and tugged me on. “Don’t you want to be at the volcano right about now?”

I nodded and then pulled my hand from his, running beside him as we head for the rim.

We’re late. I can feel it. But we can’t be too late, can’t.

I sped up, as only I could. Sparrow’s left behind somewhere, and I could hear him cursing. And then howling overrode all that, roaring. Something’s in pain, fighting. I burst through the last of the trees and onto the top, taking everything in at a glance.

A beast, a morphing beast is being attacked by pokémon and is losing. It makes me dizzy to look at it, something makes me want to leave it there… but I can’t. I raise my head and howl, calling the pack. Calling the attack.

And then I run, because I’ve seen this before and I am late, far later than what I saw. And there’s the potion’s master, that woman – that Fothya, holding something… the child.

I stumble, fall over the edge of the volcano because I don’t notice it, too busy being caught up in the scene on the other side. And of course I shriek, because I’m startled and it’s a bloody volcano, I’ll be killed by the heat before I even get near the lava. Except I’m not, somehow, and I’m sure I’ve changed shape because I’m hovering – no, flying on the updrafts of hot air, because I’m higher than the volcano, higher than everything and it feels amazing, far better than flying on Lapwing except so much worse because there’s nothing between me and the land.

For a moment, I almost forget everything. But then things screech below me and I look down, so far down, to see my pack attacking the pokémon, the creature free to lunge at Fothya – and she topples, overbalanced and I know the child’s with her because the creature is keening already, screeching and roaring and I dive in response, my only thought to save the child, catch her before the lava.

It’s fast, so fast. Controlled falling, like when I jump from Lap’s back with Jayden, over the sea, over the ship and trusting to them to catch us – but this time it’s me that’s doing the catching, for the first time and I don’t quite know if I’ll manage. But I do, I catch Fothya by the collar in my feet – they’re more like talons, and my arms are feathered and more like wings, so not really got for grabbing things – and reach down to pull the child from her grasp, finding my arms detach from the wings enough to do that. I must look a right sight.

Though… probably not as bad as Joanna. She’s the creature, and of course I knew this because it’s the only thing that makes sense, but it’s so different knowing opposed to seeing.

Fothya struggles in my grasp and I frown down at her. Holding her in my foot is interesting, but getting painful. So I drop her, and something cracks. She lands on the edge of the volcano, and claws sprout from Joanna’s forepaw – one of them, anyway – to latch onto her, not letting her fall.

“Give her to me.” She’s looking up at me now, eyes almost burning in the darkness.

I flinch back. Although it sounds like Joanna, it’s… not. It’s Giratina. And something wakes inside me, something stronger than just the sense I had earlier – it snarls and tries to take control of me.

<Demon-spawn> He hisses in my head, and feathers fall from my free arm as it reaches for a weapon I never knew I had.

“No,” I snarl, forcing it to stop.

The trees bend behind us, something creaking as it makes its way towards us. We turn. A hulking creature, dark coloured – almost black for the most part, but I can see hints of silver and green – bursts out of them, the trees bending out of its way. Wings behind it, almost like that – that Zekrom, from Unova – they don’t look like they can fold, just there for decoration. Except then they shimmer silver and flex, and of course he can fly because nothing here is just for show.

My pokémon back off, dragging Fothya’s with them. Joanna and I exchange a glance – almost joined in this – and she hisses at… it.

“You have her, my brother.” It speaks, looking to me.

And I put it together. Zekrom for the wings and colour – electric – Shaymin for the mane down his back – grass – and Palkia for the control, the silver armour coating. Sparrow. And he’s not really in control, he can’t be. Because I’m not–

“Of course I do,” I find myself hissing. “I was fast enough to catch her.”

“And why you didn’t let them fall?”

Joanna hisses, Fothya’s body falling from her claws into the volcano as she turns to me. “Let me have her.”

I step back, blue feathered wings catching the updraft before she can properly reach out. They can’t have her. No one – she has to be safe. This is my task.

Below me I hear roars – neither of the other two are particularly happy, apparently.

“Because what I should do is not what you want,” I mutter through gritted teeth, looking for somewhere to land. Looking for somewhere I can put the child safely, because I don’t trust even myself to keep her. She’s squealing in my arm, screaming, but it’s muted. I can’t hear much… Dialga’s doing, no doubt.

“Of course I don’t.”

He’s not exactly high on the power of persuasion, but there’s something… maybe he is right. Maybe I should just kill her… that was what I was here for, wasn’t it?

I shook my head, cursed and landed in a clearing – badly. Stumbling, I crashed into a tree with my shoulder, shattering the bark and dropping feathers.

“The fuck? Dude – harpy thing – whatever – damn, we have strange things in the forest the night.”

I spin, covering the child with a wing. Determined to protect it – her – until I’ve done what I had to. My other hand drives down to a weapon – still haven’t seen what it is, don’t want to see what it is – and I fight against it, struggling.

“Bit of a struggle there… need some help?” Someone steps out of the shadows of the trees, still blending in.

“Soise?” I force the question out, still not quite getting the hang of her new form.

“Nice, huh?” She spins, grinning.

I wince as Dialga barrages my mind, hand moving for the sword. The child squalls, and I can’t really do anything to soothe her – not that I know how.

“Dammit – wait… you’re Blue.” Soise blinks. “Are you a zoroark now?”

“Eh… no.” I shake my head. “Sorry. Soise. Not in the mood.”

“Right you are.” She flicks an ear up, looking around. “People are coming.”

“Take it – her!” I try to hold out the child. “Please. Get her safe.”

Soise takes the child, a million questions written across her face.

I can hear them breaking through the forest now, not hiding their sounds.

“Go!” I push her away. “Get her safe.”

Soise bounds out of view, rustling into the treetops mere seconds before – holy shit. I know it’s Sparrow and Joanna only because we’re the only ones who can do this sort of thing around here. But Joanna’s morphing spines, pincers, huge fangs and whiplash razor tongues as she fights against Sparrow, who’s on all fours not out of tiredness but out of form change – more of an animal, less human but still with those wings, still with that crackling aura of electricity around him. And they’re fighting. Fighting to the death and I know I can’t do much to stop them and –

<Why should you try to stop them? Help my sister> Dialga jerks me forward, a glittering sword arcing through the air as he manipulates my arm, sending it thudding into Joanna’s side.

She howls, bending over on herself to tug it away, trying to dislodge my grip but I have more strength than before, more strength than I had ever believed possible, even with all the sailing.

Sparrow takes the chance to attack from her other side, vines whipping through the air to bind her jaws shut, electricity coursing across them.

“No!” I pull my sword away, shaking.

Joanna – no Giratina’s in control there – cuffs me away and I fall, landing badly on my wings. I screech in pain, but they’ve turned back towards each other, evidently knowing I’m no threat.

“Your sister is Sparrow,” I gasp, pushing myself to my feet slowly, using the sword as leverage. “And ‘it’ is my best friend. I will not attack.”

Sparrow yells and I look up to see him thrown back, crashing into a tree with vines whipping around him – black and green, some tangling him up, the others reaching to cushion his fall.

“Stop!” I screech, hoping they hear me.

Hoping that Joanna and Sparrow can hear me, not just the legendaries. Dialga laughing in my head tells me it’s all but pointless – they’ve never liked each other much, so I doubt they’d do all that much to stop.

Sky take it all. I stab the sword into the ground and raise my arms, watching the wings bend forward to meld back into them. And then I push my hands forward, closing my eyes. Please let this work.

I feel water drench my arms, my feathers, and open my eyes to see water flow down past my arms to become ice, snow and form an altaria with just that slight hint of articuno as it raises its wings, screeching. They still don’t stop, and now Sparrow is back on his feet – all four of them – and the vines are whipping around him, trying to trap Joanna but she’s burning them away and retaliating with tentacles of her own, far more vicious ‘cause they’re lined with teeth it looks like.

The altaria dives between them and screeches and I throw water across both of them, following it up with a gust of wind. At that, they stop. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve successfully frozen them, or if they’re just startled.

“Will you – just – stop?”

“Why, brother?” Sparrow hisses.

“Shut up. I am not your brother, Sparrow. You don’t even have one.”

“Oh, but I do… brother.” His eyes are glowing pink through a faceplate of silver and green, and the crystal – are those flowers?

“Where is my NightChild?” Joanna interrupts, sides growing bigger.

“She’s–”

“Not here, can’t you tell?” Sparrow interrupts, cackling madly.

“No–”

Sparrow springs forward.

I leap forward to try and knock him off course, and the altaria screeches as Joanna exhales fire, a persian appearing to smash into its outspread wings, collapsing into Sparrow behind them.

“You should know by now, fire beats ice,” Giratina purrs.

“Ahuh?” I grin. “Why d’you hate coming to Snowpoint so much, then?”

“Because – that fecking snow! So much of it!”

For a moment, she’s pure Joanna and I laugh – but it’s a mistake, because Giratina takes the opportunity to smash me away and I screech, feeling something in my wing shatter.

Sparrow roars and vines whip past me, slamming and slashing at Joanna’s body, pushing her away from me. I move out of the way, arms disconnecting from my wings as I run for the sword.

I need to get them to stop. I can’t get them to stop. I have to get them to stop.

I grab my sword and skid to a halt, bouncing into the air to kick off the tree and dive back towards them, getting a small bit of haphazard flight in before I crash into them once more.

“You really have the most interesting way of joining fights, my brother!”

“Shut up,” I grunt, slicing indiscriminately at vines and tentacles alike, pushing them away from each other.

Claws catch in my broken wing and I yell, flooding water along its length to push Joanna away, freezing it still. That should hold it.

Sparrow pushes me to the side almost gently before bashing into Joanna, rearing up to strike at her with fancy looking boots.

What the hell did he think – I needed looking after? Hell no!

I screech at him and push him down to the floor, flaring my one good wing as an extra measure. He whimpers, looking up.

“Why, brother?”

“Because I am not your brother.”

Dialga rages in my head, but it’s easier to ignore him.

Joanna roars behind me and I spin to deflect her attack, my arm getting caught between her teeth. That should really have me screaming, but… it doesn’t really hurt. I can feel pressure – but there. Armour, silver and blue, coating my arm. Thanks, Dialga.

I meet Joanna’s eyes and I see Giratina, but she’s in there. And I can feel her strength, know she can break through this armour with just a bit more pressure. But she doesn’t. I just get thrown to the side again, crashing into a tree and tumbling to the ground in a heap.

Sparrow roars and presumably gets up to attack Joanna again. Dialga hisses inside my head and I move, but not by my will. I feel the wings practically disappear as armour becomes more of me, all of me. A shield on my right arm, a sword in my left. He’s taking more control and I can’t do much to stop him because I’m so dazed – but still I try, and all that happens is a blue film descends over my eyes, and I’m even more detached from the battle.

Above their battle – my form joins in, wielding the sword expertly against Joanna – a faint red persian sits, getting a stronger red all the time. And a yellow vigiroth… that must be Sparrow. It was strong – and when the persian appeared, it had attacked.

The persian hisses at it, batting it away. Seemingly less prone to attacking.

“Stop it!” I screech, flying to claw at its face, forcing it away. “There is no need.”

It hulks down, almost whining.

“Jay?”

I turn to the persian. “Joanna.”

“And that’s Sparrow.”

I nod. “We can’t–”

“What’s happening?” Sparrow speaks, cutting across me. “I’ve been watching… it’s so weird. How much did you let me drink?”

I snort. “You haven’t drunk anything, Sparrow. This is – kinda what we were marked for.”

“Ah… we’re supposed to kill that child.”

Joanna roars and leaps for him, and I dive between them.

“No!” I screech as her claws land in my wings. “No we are not.”

“But – that’s what they said.” Sparrow tenses up, watching us.

Joanna disengages her claws, licking at them. “They’re wrong.”

“But–”

“Sparrow, no matter who she’s marked for – she’s only a child. She doesn’t deserve it.”

“But–”

“You think we’ll just let her open the way for Giratina?” Joanna snarls. “Have some faith.”

He snarls back and I shriek, spreading ice around the place. “Grow up, Sparrow!”

He sighs and sits down. “So what can we do? This – where is this place, anyway? And – fuck, why are you pokémon?”

“Only just noticed?” Joanna licks a paw. “You’re perceptive.”

Sparrow bristled at that, and I shot him a glare. Now was definitely not the time.

“We’re in the soul realm. We’re safe enough… as long as our bodies aren’t killed.”

“We’ll have to go back,” I say quietly. “We can’t leave them there.”

“You guys go back,” Joanna says. “No point in me… I can’t – she’s dead.”

“What about Alex?” Sparrow snorts. “You’re just going to let him deal alone?”

“She’s not dead, Joanna.” I ignore Sparrow. It seems to be the best decision. “Trust me. She’s safe.”

“But – we’ll kill each other.” She looks up, staring at Sparrow.

“No. You won’t.” I look between both of them. “Take control, dammit. I can’t be the only one to be able to do that.”

Joanna nods, standing up.

Sparrow sighs, going limp. “I don’t think I can. She – everything she says, it makes sense. Maybe I should just give up. It’d be easier if it were just you two.”

“Maybe–”

“Sparrow, don’t you dare give up,” I snarl at him, cutting across Joanna. “You were chosen, you are strong enough.”

He looks up at me, and I can see the hopelessness in his eyes. “You think so?”

“Yep.” I nod. “Now get down there and prove me right, dammit.” I smirk. “I hate being wrong.”

He nods and stands up. “I’ll do my best, then.”

“Joanna?” I look to her.

“She’s alive?”

“And safe.” I nod.

“Then I’m going back. And – I’ll try to stop him.”

Good. And I have the control… if they’re having difficult, I will stop them myself. I raise my wings, spiralling around them.

“Let’s get going, then.”

I dive, and Joanna runs on one side of me, Sparrow on the other. It feels so… so right. There’s a flash – an instant of seeing us all as humans, all just as we were supposed to be – and then everything darkened, back into the shadows of the forest.

Sparrow and Joanna clash in front of me and I whirl, sword blocking a tentacle as it reaches for my neck. Joanna is the first to try and fall back, tentacles falling back into her, drawing up into a more humanoid form. Sparrow lunges and stumbles and I can see him struggling, fighting.

“Why don’t we end this?” Giratina hisses, and I whirl to watch her, stepping between her and Sparrow.

“It has ended.”

He thumps into the ground, sending me stumbling backwards into Sparrow and the vines whip around, protecting me from anything he might throw out. Giratina-Joanna rears up, snarling. Fists becoming huge stone paws, aiming to crush us.

“Joanna – it’s me – Alex!” He rushes between us, holding out his hands. “Stop… you need to stop!”

Her paws thud into the ground on either side of him, and he keeps his place, placing a hand under her eye.

Sparrow growls behind me and I twist in the vines to face him, catching his eyes.

“Don’t. It’s over.”

“Yes.”

Sparrow can see me, I know. And he’s fighting, because the vines drop and fall limp, returning to the forest.

<You think you’re so strong> Dialga whirls me about without warning, drawing the sword in my free hand, slashing for Alex’s defenceless back.

No!

I try to stop it, try to deflect it any other way but I am powerless before his full strength and I can only watch in horror at the shimmering blade of ice as it – as it –

Vines catch the blade and wrench it to the side, throwing me off balance. They’re not Joanna’s because she’s collapsed in Alex’s arms, human again. Neither of them have noticed, I think.

“You said the fight was over,” Sparrow says quietly, and the vines disappear.

I look up from where I’ve been thrown to see him shedding black wings, silver and blue armour and that green helmet. Just his usual marks remain, creeping around his neck and shoulders, visible at the edges of his shirtsleeves and collar. He holds out a hand to me, offering to help me up.

<So. We shall let you have this win… but do not expect us to be so understanding next time> Dialga takes his leave of me, hissing through my head.

Feathers litter the ground around me as I revert back to normal, losing my wings and my armour. I take Sparrow’s hand, letting him pull me up.

“Damn.” He grins. “A night with you is pretty eventful, huh?”

“Welcome to Lavaridge.” I start to laugh, and just can’t stop.

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