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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...

"I probably wouldn't trust me, if my pokemon had just been poisoned," he pointed out grimly. "Might check in on him again later though. I feel bad for the Klefki..." "Bingo," Sigmin said, his face twisting into a snarl. "Although thats messed up as hell," he spat. Sigmin nodded thoughtfully...

Warmth spread through Jirachi as she felt the impression from both trainer and pokemon. So much had gone wrong in this celebration, but at least one thing held true - pokemon and trainer, and the love they shared. Jirachi gently placed a paw on Hazel, and took Gladion's hand in the other. A...

"Wallace," Manaphy said slowly, their voice uncertain. "please don't misunderstand. I may be able to heal them. And I can try to heal Clink. But its not that I can't heal Orzo, I'm not sure if... if I-" Manaphy's eyes went wide and with a great psychic force, they shoved Wallace aside hard...

"Then you're like a mythical pokemon too in a way!" Jirachi mused. "I'm glad Manaphy was able to help you. They were upset that things went wrong the first time." Jirachi listened wordlessly, her attention rapt. She nodded ever so often, face knit in concentration. "Thank you, for being...

"It's an honor to meet such a beautiful Milotic," Manaphy replied, dipping their own head in turn. "And a beautiful heart to match, who who is so gentle and caring." Manaphy frowned, looking troubled. "I don't know..." they shifted uneasily, eyes glancing about. "I'm not much of a healer...

"Wallace!" Manaphy emerged quickly this time, waving in greeting. "And you must be Victoria!" they said cheerfully, waving to Victoria as well. "It's good to see you, but... what do you mean heal Orzo?" they asked, tipping their head.