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Maple had tried to limit who found out about what, but unfortunately once Xerneas and the corruption came into the picture, she had to at least inform Pop. S'more had been there, and from there a need-to-know announcement had to happen rapidly through internal channels. There was no way they...

Primeval Forest, where the plants live eternally and the Pokemon living within are filled with endless vitality. Birds sing in the treetops and amphibians croak in the rivers. It was impossible to ignore the life that filled the forest in every tree and every river. The forest whispered with...

"Go ahead," Diyem grunted, shaking his head as the rest of the nausea left him. "...Having so many in the Voidlands might be... loosening the spirits I had lost track of. At least now I know how to find them easily..."

I hope to the God that has forsaken me that he is the last one, replied Diyem, who looked worried that even though he had asked the fates for a favor, one would not come.

Cal considered her options, and her flame sparked a little more. "Y'know," she said, "I wouldn't mind playing a little." She wrapped her hand around the ball, curling it impossibly around before flicking it Bahamut's way. And after a while, despite her featureless expression, she seemed to be...

"Yeah... that's a good point, too." Cal sighed, kicking and stretching again. "Mmhh, maybe I am just being too dramatic. Owen's coming back... I get more time to deal with this. And I need to give him some peace of mind that I can handle myself, too. Maybe that way... I dunno. Maybe something...

"Darkness 'Dark Matter' Diyem," the Charmander replied, sitting up. "...I'd say it's a pleasure to meet you, but that is both false and dangerous for me to say." He still looked queasy.

"That's true..." Cal looked toward Bahamut. "I hope one day you can find your peace, too, in a way. Even if you can't remember it, maybe like, in a small way..." She sighed, smiling a little. "I guess I can't shake that positivity, either. Sorry."

Cal nodded, curling her tail around. "I hope Owen doesn't become like that when he gets older. Wishkeeper is kinda like that, but... I think that's the Shadows talking, too." She sighed. "But... I guess it fluctuates, too. Maybe this is just when Owen's feeling brighter." Her claws twitched...

"Yeah..." Cal brought her knees to her chest. "He says that I shouldn't badmouth you too much just because you have a different perspective. Because maybe even if it's totally different, I could still learn something from it. And since we're working together, we can also try to understand each...

Cal huffed, flicking her tail at him again. "Yeah, I guess I don't want to erase my memories, either." She looked down. "Because I don't really know what I'd be if I just took away... how I started off, either. It's weird to think about." Prodding at the snow, she added, "...Maybe Owen was right...

"Rrgh..." He tried to stand, taking Astrid's paw before belching some remaining Shadows from his system. "You are in... Destiny Village... of Cibus..." He looked, in a strange way, deflated. Literally. "Do you remember me speaking with you about a world in danger? ...That. You have been dormant...

...No. Diyem had suddenly looked darker than usual, like he was covered in ash. Spirals of darkness wrapped around his body and he grew at least three times his size. Not again--not here, why now? Diyem made a groaning noise and fell under the table, curling into a tight ball. By now several...

Cal took the ball, testing its weight, squeezing it where she could. "...Stop hanging out with Owen, huh? I guess I do go around a lot, but I talk to him all the time in, you know, the telepathy thing. He's nice to talk to. And, I mean, it's... comforting." Her embers flickered. "I guess in a...

The ball smashed into Cal's face, caving it into her shoulders. Her head popped back up and the ball rolled back to Bahamut. "...I guess not," she finally admitted. "Some of these memories that I have are... I can't shake them off. None of it happened to me. They're all fake. But... it's still...

"I'm not--" She was. With a sigh, the Charmeleon Shade looked into the pine forest's depths, where it was too dark to see much more. "...I've just been thinking about... him dying and all that. And him coming back. But it... when he died, that, the connection I felt with him, it just...

Pop chuckled a little at that. "That's true, in an unintuitive way... He and I are the same, but he doesn't really feel that. We cannot quite feel each other. Not yet. Perhaps... we can find a way to compromise. Meditate together over time to become more in sync, to the point where perhaps...

"...It's weird, but I don't really know if he'd take offense," Cal muttered, leaning her back against the tree trunk. "Aside from the doom and gloom you have going on, I think he still looks up to you a little. OR at least, you know, sees your merits and stuff. I was ranting to him about... uh...

"Gh..." Cal crossed her arms and looked away. "...Ngh..." she marched to one of the trees and sat down, bringing her tail in front of her to stare at the flame. "...You're just like Dad," she finally muttered. "He literally told me the same thing."

"I know that," Cal said, looking off. "I'm just... ugh, what do you care? Why are you going all psychologist on me, anyway? I..." Her flame grew, but then dimmed. "...Never mind. Sorry." And like that, all the wind had suddenly been taken from her nonexistent wings, like she'd remembered something.