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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...

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...

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...

This time, the area was positively flooded with energies. Electric, grass, and poison, alongside ghost and psychic. The psychic and ghost traces felt strong, stronger than before. As if who or whatever had left them behind had... grown stronger? Electric, grass and poison energies were strong...

Not much further in, tracks could be just barely made out in the dirt, along with a few broken branches and crushed down grass. Someone had passed through here, and they hadn't made any attempt to hide it... In fact, it almost looked like someone wanted the trail to be found. To a human, the...

"It will be enough," Jirachi said confidently. She could sense that much, the power that radiated from them was strong, deep. She took one of Odette's hands in her paw, then gestured for Enora to come closer, before gently taking one of the Sylveon's ribbons in her other paw. "You too," she...

Jirachi closed her eyes as Odette spoke, and seemed to be considering something deeply. It wasn't until Odile finished speaking that her eyes flashed open and she smiled widely. She first shot Odile an indignant glance. "Of course I was!" Then she turned back to Odette. "My powers allow me to...

"Maybe they weren't targeted for being weak. It seems as if it went after trainers with strong bonds... But then Manaphy believes they're still alive. It didn't kill them. There has to be something else..." Jirachi mused. Did it want them somehow, or was Manaphy wrong and they were already- no...

Jirachi perked up, a smile flickering across their face. Then their expression shifted, growing more serious. "I don't know if your world has this, but our world has an old myth, one from the origin of this world." Their tone grew even quieter. "The myth of the Golden King." Jirachi continued...

Jirachi nodded thoughtfully as Odette spoke. "Knowledge is complicated. I can only grant knowledge I have access to, so to speak. So as you said, I can't wish unknown knowledge, such as who comitted an act..." her voice trailed off and she closed her eyes, deep in thought. At that, Jirachi's...

"My wishes can be powerful, but I can't make something from nothing," Jirachi said simply. "If you wished for money or jewels, I would have to take it from somewhere. I can do other things, however. It depends on what your request would be, and strength of your desire." At Odette's next words...

Jirachi listened carefully to Odile's words. "I never thought you were bad," she said softly. "Not like whatever is doing this. But if you came to me for help then you want a wish." The barest of tremors could be picked up in her voice. Which was usually the only reason someone came to her...

"I know... I know whats been happening, you are not the first to call on my aid." There seemed to be forced eveness to her tone. She paused, studying Odette further. Manaphy had told her of what happened at the cove, though she hadn't be surprised. And Celebi said that she'd met a trustworthy...

Nothing. The forest remained empty. The minutes ticked by, without a sign of the star pokemon. And then, from directly behind Odette, a quiet voice spoke. "Why are you here?" There behind her, Jirachi had appeared. Her tone was heistant, cautious, and even now she seemed ready to flee at a...

"A wise conjecture. I agree." Celebi held up one dainty hand, and made a strange circular motion. The wind gathered around her fingers, a greenish light forming at the tips. The light elongated, then began to fade. It revealed a small whistle that appeared to be spun from grass itself, though...

"Do not misunderstand me," she said, seemingly picking up on Kimiko's worries. "I myself can travel through time without disturbing it. However, bringing others adds complicates the process greatly." Her tone held regret, but sound matter-of-fact as well. She backed away slightly, as if...