The sun cast down in a large open field, patches of dark clouds hung in the sky. There, she stood, watching an umbreon and a torchic.

His dark gray fur enveloped the dark, blood red torchic. It was nice to see though! He was finally happy, or at least, happy enough. 

A herd of rapidash burst through the field, a few Kantonian rapidash, and a few Galarian rapidash. On the back of one was a sylveon. Her build was long, and her fur was pure. She held bright blue eyes, and a short tail. 

The glowing figure watched as the sylveon jumped down, and cautiously called out to the umbreon. The umbreon reacted, surprised. The poor torchic, however, was rather confused.

"Aquarius!? You're free!?" Tamao exclaimed, running over.

The sounds of the conversation were hard to hear as Sakura felt another presence join her. The two sat there, watching Tamao and the two other Pokémon for a while, before Sakura finally spoke. 

Her voice was faint, and quiet. "I suppose my work here is done. He is happy." Sakura started. The hisuan zoroark nodded besides her. "Tamao has a new family now. A sibling, and friends. Too bad we never met our parents, but I'm sure he'll find our father." Sakura added.

The holder of death hummed. "Indeed. Aisuru had a terrible fate, but alas, you'll see her soon." Amara responded. Sakura nodded. "Yeah. The colors out here are beautiful, and no matter how much I'd like to stay, I think it is my time to leave, is it not?" Sakura asked.

"It is," Amara paused, then continued. She seemed to have thought about something for a moment. "Come with me, now." Amara started to walk away; Sakura followed. "Stay safe, Tamao, Solar'Flare, Aquarius." Sakura smiled as she followed death herself.

With that, crackling of thunder echoed throughout the area, and rain started to pour down. Sakura could feel that Tamao noticed her, but now, she was gone. She knew Tamao's gaze was no longer on her now, as she was isolated with Amara.