"Nah you're wrong," sighed the blonde, "I bet this war will be finished in a few years or so, I mean, there are only 26 unowns, after all, I bet we'll all find them and store them away for the good of all humanity."
The man sitting next to her sighed, "I don't know, Ally, it's been going on for... Hundreds of years... sure, we're all pretty good but so are they. Worst of all, they keep recruiting people."
"Well so do we, Sammy."
"We don't, though, we're a legacy and they..." the man named Sammy sighed as he navigated his way above the stretched Ocean.
"It'll get better," the blonde woman named Ally smiled, "we'll defeat them, there is you, me, Lark, and Delia. Also those Xaviers."
"We'll fight till the end, we won't give up."
Ailsa nodded, "And when it's over, then... you can follow your true passion, Pokemon study."
Sammy took her hand in his, "And you can peruse yours, we can have a family—"
"—on a big ranch!"
"With lots and lots of Pokemon!"
"And deep dense forest with cliffs and creeks! Like Lark's home in Pallet."
"But where?" Said Sammy, "there is always your home in Hoenn."
The blonde sighed, an ominous smile spread on her face. "That will go to Van, you know, I'm a girl, we don't succeed legacies."
"It's alright..." Sammy smiled, his lush brown hair swept just the right way, "we can live in Pallet, there is a large clearing, it's beautiful and very—"
Suddenly a large explosion raked behind them, throwing them off their way. The jet spiraled out of control, Ally was thrown out of her seat and into the back where there was a small leak. As the cabin pressured dropped, the alarms went berserk.
"What the—" said Sammy in awe as tried to control the spiraling jet, "are you okay?!"
"Yeah," Ally struggled to get up, "who attacked us? There was nothing on the radar!"
Samuel grunted his teeth as he read the current coordinates, "It didn't have to," he cursed, "we're nearing the Kalosian Border! It must've been those Van Blacks!"
"But they promised not to interfere!"
"You can never trust the Van Blacks!" Sammy said, piloting the jet through the smoke and the darkness ahead.
"But we barely touched the sea, Samuel!"
"I told you," said Samuel, "you can never trust the Van Blacks! Those mad scientists are insane! This is what they do!"
The terrible turbulence went on for quite some time as the explosions raked behind them all in a row.
"Oh no," Samuel's eyes landed on the GPS, "Ailsa look!"
The blonde diverted her gaze to where he was pointing, blood drained out of her face as she managed to say, "We're heading to Citadark?" She wheezed, "but we were locked for Metsys!"
Samuel slammed his hands on the control center, "Those damn Van Blacks hit us with Micro-robots! The mainframe is jammed! I cannot change the coordinates, we're going to Citadark! That's why they do!"
"But they are Barbarians!" Cried Ailsa, "Sammy did you try deleting it?"
"Of course I did, I can't do anything! I'm locked out!"
The woman whimpered in pain, "If we crash, they can get their hands on the coordinates of the Isle of Metsys!"
Samuel pondered on the thought for a moment, his forehead creased into a frown as his lips read, "We can try deleting the hard—"
Another explosion raked behind them and the back of the jet came tearing down, sucking Ailsa out of her seat and towards the open sky.
"Ailsa!" Screamed Samuel.
The blonde grabbed ahold of the nearest chair, her face now caked with blood.
"Close the open window!" She screamed, "I can't hold on anymore!"
Samuel slammed a fist on the control, the back of the jet was now covered in a certain ray shield, Ailsa's body slammed down on the ground. Her breathing raised with alarm as she crawled back to the cockpit.
Samuel opened a cabinet and took out a little box, rushing to Ailsa in a hurry.
"Wear this!" He said as he strapped the parachute on the blonde.
"Wait-what are you doing?" Her eyes, still unfocused from the trauma.
"It's a parachute!" He said, "I'm opening the door, jump off, and tell others to find me at Citadark."
The blonde caught his hand before it reached the emergency exists, her eyes heavy with pain and love.
"I'm not leaving," she said, "at least not alone!"
Samuel sighed, a lovely smile spread on his face as his hand made its way to Ailsa's pretty face. He brushed back a strand of her soot-covered hair behind her hair with such affection that it made her heart melt.
"I can't leave," he said, "it still has the coordinates to the Isle of Metsys, I'll have to destroy it by hand."
"Citadark is ahead, Sammy!" Screamed Ally, "they'll never let you get out of there alive!"
"I know, but... it's worth it if you're safe."
Tears rolled down the blonde's eyes as she stared into his dark Viridian eyes, "I'll come with you!"
Sammy's eyes stared into Ally's, full of love and hope. He pulled her close, planting a big kiss on her lips.
"I'm sorry," he said.
Before the blonde could understand what the man meant, the door swung opened with force, sending her flying backward into the ocean.
The parachute failed to open and the blonde herself heading towards the bluest ocean she'd ever seen with a speed greater than she could comprehend.
As she hit the surface, the burden of the broken parachute sank her deep in. She tried to swim but her legs froze, preventing her moment.
Her ribs cracked and her mouth was filled with blood. Debris and broken pieces covered the surface, providing hindrance for her to break towards the surface. After only thirty seconds, Ailsa knew she was sinking, her legs tired against the debris and struggling to bring her back toward the sun-speckled surface. The only thing she could hear was the silent ringing of the collision mixed with the currents of the vast ocean. She tried to break it to the surface, it should've been easy but she was being weighed down by her backpack.
She sank faster and the panic had her heart hammering against her ribs. There was no soul in a hundred miles, she was just a small child away from her mother's eye.
The surface was covered with broken planks, oil, and fire. It was dark, like the night sky she loved. But there were no stars on it, it was just opaque with drifting muck.
Then came a time she could no longer hold her breath, the cold water rushed in. She'd heard the common folk tales, informing simpletons that life flashes before your eyes as you die. Ailsa waited for it and waited and waited.
But she didn't see anything.
That's what all the Van blacks do, the voice of Samuel Oak echoed in her ears.
Ailsa woke up with a gasp.
The light of the conference room flickered as she stood up from the chair. The room was overshadowed by the storm brewing on the outside. Dark grey clouds filled the sky, rolling thunder and rain preventing sunlight from breaking the surface.
It had been years since she'd remembered the little incident over the Kalosian Border. Many things had changed since then, Samuel had forgotten his promise, left the chamber, lived the life they dreamed of by himself.
The blonde sighed as she went back to work. The brunet may have forgotten about the little information he'd passed on to his wife that day.
But Ailsa hadn't.
"That's what the Van Blacks do," she murmured under her breath and went back to work.