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Xavian clenched the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white, as Steven placed the flower ever so gently on Clink's body. A pleasant scent seemed to drift from the flower and there was the slightest sensation like a fresh spring breeze, even with the windows closed. And then the flower...

Xavian lead them out of the main lounge, to the rear, and to a set of doors half hidden by decorative plants and the interior design. They almost appeared to be for staff, or the like. He pushed them open, revealing a warmly hallway that branched into other hallways. Bright floral themed...

"Thank you," Xavian said. He could trust Steven, right. And Odile... well as weird as she was she didn't seem like she wanted to cause genuine harm, even he was aware of some chaos she'd caused. He felt he could at least trust them to be reasonable and not have any ill intentions. "...I suppose...

A strange look crossed Xavian's face, one of nostalgia and wonder as he gazed at the flower cradled in Aggron's claws. He reached out, then seemed to reconsider and withdrew his hand. "Shaymin," he whispered softly, almost to himself. A soft smile drifted across his features, one not forced. He...

At the sight of Steven, Xavian's expression seemed to soften and he offered a tired smile. When he heard Steven's next words however, his expression shifted completely, a mix of excitement and curiosity, as well as apprehension. "Do you truly? They are responding to Nurse Joys treatments but...

The roll call that morning was grim. Xavian reproted that his pokemon were still struggling against the poison, but healing, barely. Slowly. But far more distressing, perhaps, was another stolen trainer. A young researcher by the name of Hayes, and his golden Nosepass. And a girl named Windi...

Very few books mention the myths of the Golden King, and there seems to be precious little information about him. Most only reference him as an old fireside tale or a story told to keep young children disobeying, and commentary from scholars suggests there's little substance to the myth...

"It was a pleasure to me all of you as well!" she said melodically. She bowed grandly. "Even though much misfortune has happened, I am glad to know there are good trainers such as yourselves out there." "You need not repay me, I am pleased to be of service." One by one, the other trainer bid...

"To heal... a mythical?" Meloetta tilted her head, seemingly confused. Then she nodded. "Ah, I understand your troubles. Clink and Orzo. Unfortunately, poisoning can be complicated to heal, but it even so it would likely be... unnecessary? A mythical pokemon would recover on its own from poison...

For the first time that evening, Shaymin smiled properly. "Thank you." Perhaps there was still hope, Shaymin reflected, watching as Steven and Aggron left. Shaymin tipped her head. "Yes. I apologize, I should not have assumed you would be aware. I don't know what other universe are like, but...

"I have met the Hoopa, yes. But Clink is my friend." Shaymin stepped away from a tree, the eletrical scar now healed. "Orzosquiselin is not my friend." They paused, a lingering silence filling the air. "I am sorry. I should not dislike a fellow mythical pokemon, or speak ill of them. We all have...

Shaymin turned and looked up at Jade, before letting her gaze drift across the forest, which even now appeared to be healing slowly. She trotted over and sniffed at a patch of grass, her nose wrinkling immediately. She began to examine the other patches of grass, talking softly as she walked...

Shaymin perked up at Clink's name. "Clink has been poisoned? Then I will help." She trotted up to Steven and bowed her tiny head, touching her nose to the ground. A soft green light glowed, and then a single pink gracidea flower bloomed. "This flower may be enough to heal them." She paused...

Meloetta chuckled lightly, but almost appeared ready to break into an explanation. "I do believe such energy could be nearly infinite in theory, if the bond is strong enough. And yours is like winter's blue, although its more a sensation than a sight." Meloetta frowned, their disposition...

Shaymin stared at him placidly. The moment stretched on. "Who?" she asked finally. She turned away and started healing the plants again, though her ears remained pricked as she waited for an answer. "Who do you need to heal?"

"Not a god," Shaymin said softly, so soft it was barely audible. Her tone sounded resigned, a little sad. She continued to another bush, carefully stepping around a small patch of sickly looking grass with a wary glance. It almost appeared burnt, but not by fire or electricity, but perhaps...

"A pleasure to meet you!" Meloetta said in a sing-song voice. "All of you! You may call me Meloetta," she bowed elegantly again. "I suppose my voice is my gift. I have always been able to sing like this," she said with a chuckle. Meloetta out a hand to her chin. "Ah yes, bonds do indeed have...

The conversation lulled slightly, the trainers and their companions trying to decide where to go next. The forest looked rough, torn up. A tiny pikipek stared lamentedly at the remains of its nest. Then, as natural as ever, a small white and green hedgehog trotted out from the brush. It barely...

The sound of their voices drifted out across the sea and the beach. A few wild pokemon, including some Spheal, emerged and began bobbing in time with the music. A singular Primarina further down the beach emerged from the surf, adding her voice to the trainers and pokemon assembled. From deeper...

For a moment, Jirachi turned away, wiping at her eyes. When she turned back to face them, her eyes were still misty, but she was smiling. "You're beautiful," she said to Hazel. This was her true self, Jirachi was sure. That terrible helmet gone, and her freedom returned. "You're welcome...