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"Shortly before the first human of the current era arrived--you know her as Bone, of the Air Continent--Dungeons began to appear, along with the early stirrings of Dark Matter's return. The dimensions twisted the environments and the minds of the Pokemon inside, making them agitated and...

There was a low fizzle from Owen's tail. That was a new noise, like a flame that wanted to go out, but refused to. Owen's expression was a little strained as well, imperceptibly, but so clearly thanks to his flame. "I'm glad, too," he said. "...One way or the other, I think we'll meet again...

"That it is," Fugu said. "Eras of peace like this are almost unheard of when I was younger. Back then, conflict was abound, outlaws so prominent that it was not a matter of when they would be caught, but if there were enough resources to apprehend them, even if they were completely brazen. To go...

"All right, I guess," Owen said. "Guys! I'm gonna try to set you guys up!" Owen flew forward, but then his body dissolved. Sprouting from the ground was a tree made of prismatic light. Cal, taking up the rear as support, slithered in front of the tree to help keep it protected while Owen...

Brisa wasn't the only one lost in thought. But just as it was easy to read Brisa, Owen himself was easy to read when relaxed. And it was easy to tell when he was relaxed. The slower pace, the lazily folded wings, the slight squint his eyes did. The Charizard's gaze was mostly, but not entirely...

Fugu nodded. "This is a cliche statement," she said, "but let's talk about how that makes you feel. I don't think a battle is necessary for something like that. It sounds like you have a lot to say." So she could do this without a battle... when necessary. Perhaps she only used it when her...

Fugu nodded. "It does seem unfair," she said simply. "Only a week after nearly a year of helping us. I would vouch for Diyem to stay longer, but I believe his powers at maintaining your bodies here are... limiting themselves. Have you talked to anyone else about that? How did they feel about it?"

<><><> It was the final day. The crowd was abuzz with activity. Incineroar Sprout entered the arena first, like usual, but beside him was someone that he was speaking with in hushed, calm tones. This second Pokemon--an Obstagoon--seemed nervous, murmuring back to him in a quickened pace...

"Speaking of fun..." Owen trailed off, but then looked left, then right. "I know something we can do that might be fun. It's sort of an idea that I've had but never really... Anyway, d'you want to hear it?" He didn't wait. "Cal's still my opponent. You used to be a human trainer, right? So, what...

"Yeah, maybe," Owen said, either not noticing the feign or choosing not to acknowledge it. "It's definitely going to be a mixed bag. On one hand, I'll get to see all of you again. On the other... it probably means a world needs saving again!" He sighed, rubbing his temples. "...But there are...

"Oh, of course!" And this time, it wasn't very long at all until Fugu brought Dave into her office without a word until the door closed. Then, she nodded, a respectful smile at first, almost one with a hint of familiarity. It was odd on Fugu; there was more to it. Perhaps a thanks for saving...

"I think I feel the same," Zeraora said. And for a bit, that's all they said to each other, taking in the view, watching the clouds roll by. It was noon when they'd arrived, and the air was cool despite it being the start of summer. Eventually, perhaps with a bit of boldness, she leaned against...

"Yeah. Here's to not taking anything unless I want it." He raised a hand, and just then, the ground in front of Owen heaved. A shapeless monster rose from the ground and threatened the skewer Owen right then, only to smash and crumple, accordion-style, against a golden barrier that Owen had...

Zeraora nodded at that, looking at Brisa for a little longer than before, but then spotted the summit and what was beyond. "...And here we are," Zeraora said with a long breath. "...Haven't seen something like this in quite a while, Brisa." The clouds rolled over smaller mountaintops like...

"Too bad we'll both forget," Owen replied, chuckling a little. "Ahh, I mean, hey. Maybe echoes of it will influence us, you know? That's what I'm hoping for, at least. Back home, even when I lost my surface memories, my feelings about things still remained. I think... that's going to happen...

Zeraora let out a sharp breath through her nose. "Of course you were," she said with a smile. They were close to the summit, now, with the clear skies above them and the clouds below them. Zeraora looked a little winded, probably too used to the plains and the lowlands. "...Thank you for...

"That isn't a surprise," Zeraora remarked, laughing. "After all, we were all mortal once, aside from Pop himself. And we've been saved by mortals... five times, now? In recent memory, at least. I guess that's also why we don't fear mortality in the way a true god might. Though, the only example...

"Oh?" Zeraora glanced at Brisa. "Well. For a brief time, I had explored the stars in the little... spiritual section of Cibus, where those who have fallen and are laid to rest shall remain until it is time for the world to move on. That is when the Voice of Life is said to guide us onward...

"It's odd, but it's almost a relief to think about," Zeraora replied. "When you live for so long, any kind of change can be scary or intimidating, but in the end it's just another change. I already know what death is like. Maybe this time I'll get to greet it like an old friend." She chuckled, a...

"Everyone can do things wrong," Owen said, "but turning things around and finding a way to do the right thing afterward is what matters. Because once you start that, you... know what it's like. On both sides. And then you can make better choices, as long as you learn from it." He sighed, looking...