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POV'S ARCEUS PENDRAGON

The dust storm hit violently while the thunderous roar made the earth tremble. The air beca dense, almost unbreathable.

—Kuheuk!

I coughed violently, feeling the dust entering my lungs. My throat burned, but that was the least of my concerns at that mont. The centipede was lunging at , and I knew I was going to die.

This is the end, I thought, closing my eyes tightly, waiting to feel the searing pain that never ca.

Instead, I felt strong arms wrapping around , and a woman's soft chest against my face. I knew that embrace, that scent, that warmth.

Mom...

I opened my eyes and looked up, finding her face tense but determined. My heart shrunk when I saw the two scythes —which it had as jaws— so close that I could distinguish the mud pieces stuck to their shiny surface.

My mother fell face down with in her arms, barely avoiding the blow that could have killed us both.

But that mont of calm lasted barely a breath. Reality was much crueler: we were lying on the ground, completely vulnerable, and a huge blade was suspended above us like a guillotine ready to fall.

I saw the exact mont when my mother realized our situation. Without hesitation, she rolled to one side with still in her arms.

The sound of the blade hitting the ground was deafening, causing small tremors that I felt down to my bones.

If she had taken one second longer... I didn't want to finish that thought.

Adelaide tried to stand up, but the blade swung towards us like a deadly whip. My heart stopped when, instead of dodging, my mother used her own back to cushion the blow.

I heard her muffled groan of pain, and felt how her body tensed around mine as we were sent flying through the air.

Why, mom? Why do you sacrifice yourself like this for ? The questions tornted as we flew through the air.

I saw how she prepared her body for impact, protecting with every fiber of her being.

The impact against the rocks was brutal, but she rolled with mastery, dispersing the force of the impact while keeping safe against her chest.

As soon as we touched the ground, Adelaide stood up and began to run. Behind us, the earth exploded with unimaginable violence.

The monster tore through the layers of rock as if they were re sheets of paper.

The crater it left was an open wound in the earth, two ters deep and twenty ters wide. Its eyes, small but full of primitive evil, followed us with a mixture of rage and hunger that froze my blood.

It's too fast, I thought with terror while watching how it launched itself towards us.

Its legs pierced the earth, leaving a trail of destruction while trying to pierce us with its scythes. Rock fragnts flew from its pointed shell like deadly rain.

Fortunately, my mother had managed to gain enough distance. I saw her lower her body without reducing speed, run several more ters and then turn around.

The monster was already in motion, moving with an agility that seed impossible for sothing of its length. It was like watching a derailed train heading towards us at full speed.

My heart stopped when Adelaide put on the ground, while kneeling in front of .

Her eyebrows trembled while she grabbed her back's side, and I could see the pain in each of her movents.

—Arceus.

Her voice, that voice that had always been my beacon in the darkness, now sounded broken and shaky while putting her hands on my shoulders.

—Run, don't look back, understood?

The words got stuck in my throat, forming a knot that threatened to choke . I brought my trembling hands to my face, understanding with horrible clarity what my mother was planning to do.

Tears began to flow uncontrollably, and my breathing beca choppy when I bit my lower lip hard.

—But mom...

I managed to articulate between sobs.

—Obey Arceus!

She roared, and I saw the tears in her eyes. I had never heard her use that tone, it was the voice of soone who knew they were in their final monts.

—No... No!

I scread with all my might, refusing to abandon her. I saw the pain cross her face, mixed with guilt that reflected my own.

That's when I noticed it: drops of blood near her feet. My mother was wounded.

Rage invaded , an anger so intense that it burned inside. It was an indescribable feeling, more terrible than anything I had experienced in my short life.

In the next instant, the space where we had been was destroyed by the monster. My mother's arms moved at a speed that my eyes could barely follow.

Was I dead?

That was all I could think when my small body didn't even register the mont the centipede accelerated.

I watched in horror as Adelaide was violently thrown backward, the sound of her arms breaking and her ribs cracking was forever etched in my mory.

Before I could do anything, the sharp tip of a scythe hit her in the chest with the force of a siege ram. The force of the blow was enough to make her rib cage cave in and send her body flying through the air like a rag doll.

I struggled to stand up, my entire body protesting against every movent.

When had I fallen?

My mother had knocked down when they threw her backward, but the shock had prevented from realizing it at that mont.

My mind worked at full speed while evaluating the situation: she had managed to defend herself once, but it was painfully obvious that she couldn't do it again.

I turned my head and saw her... my heart stopped for a mont. Sohow, my mother lay on the ground, her body twisted at an unnatural angle.

Sothing wasn't right, I observed how she struggled to breathe. A dark, thick liquid flowed from her mouth, and horror invaded when I realized it was blood.

She's choking... my mother was choking on her own blood.

Tears blurred my vision while I watched how the person I loved most in the world sacrificed herself for . The pain in my chest was unbearable, as if each of my mother's broken bones was a dagger stabbing into my heart.

Everything was too real, too cruel.

I saw her try to move, her limbs barely responding to her commands. It was like watching a puppet with cut strings, and each of her weak movents tore my soul apart.

The centipede's strength had been devastating, and the cruel reality hit like a hamr: winning wasn't even an option in this battle.

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