By all means he should not be alive, despite the fact he represents the opposing side to death itself. Xerneas awakens from a rest that had lasted for ages, taking in the cool breeze throughout Fontaine as he wondered just how he had survived. He’d taken a direct blow from the murderous god who had targeted him, yet he held no wounds and felt no pain. He could only ponder this fact for a moment however, before he looked to his side to speak to someone he thought would be there; only to find he was standing alone.
Somehow Teyvat made life return, but he had always existed alongside death-- how could this be possible? His memories of his last time alive were slowly falling into place, remembering that death that had tried to save him in vain and was killed moments before Xerneas had been. He would’ve thought that surely if such a miracle could happen to him, then Yveltal should be right at his side in that moment.
But he wasn’t, Xerneas found himself gazing upon the world around him completely, and utterly alone. It was an agonizing feeling, he felt as though a part of himself was now lost that he didn't have a single hope of returning. If his power wasn't so weak then perhaps he could try to reach for him on his own, but it was hardly anything but wisps of energy in his core that hardly resonated with the land now. The land now belonged to those seven who had remained, there was no place for either of them here.
Hardly a day passed that he didn't shed a tear, as he wandered the land but always returned again to his other half's resting place. Yveltal was not here and could not hear him, but it was the closest thing Xerneas had to feeling like his presence was at all near. He was also finding that as time went on, fragments of his magic were returning to him slowly. Who knew where it was coming from, after all he'd had to take up Dendro magic in order to survive and explore. He would've thought that he would never grasp his own power again, but it gave him hope. He'd dare to dream that perhaps one day he may have enough to see his counterpart once more.
As ages passed the land changed and developed further, Xerneas watched it all go by him while trying his best to be patient. Nothing good would come from rushing this process after all, if he thought he had enough and failed then the years would've been wasted. He had to be certain, even if the wait felt like he was experiencing that moment he lost him all over again. The day he finally felt certain enough to try, even then he was so afraid of it all being for nothing.
Placing his hands delicately to the ground where Yveltal had been lost so long ago, he channeled what energy he could in order to possibly reach whatever remained of him there. He'd shut his eyes as his thoughts ran through his mind, please let this work, I beg the forces of this world to allow me this one thing, please let him return.
He used up every bit of what he'd had, but he opened his eyes only to find Yveltal lying against the tree. Opening his eyes as though he'd just woken up from a deep sleep, and before a word was said Xerneas clung to him. He cries with joy into his shoulder, speaking softly with shock and adoration. You're here, you're home, at last you're finally home.
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