Pokémon Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Dual Wills

Arukona · Oct 14, 2022

Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Dual Wills

Elvira had one dream: to become a mercenary at the famed Irian Guild. But as Selenia descended into tyranny, her father disappeared off the face of Ardalion, and the world began to experience unnatural events, that dream drifted further away from her.

It would take an encounter with an amnesiac, green-eyed Riolu claiming to be human for Fate’s gears to turn. The path she would walk with him would be one that would shape the course of not just their lives, but the lives of everyone on the continent of Ardalion - noble and commoner alike.

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Art by spinaltapdancer3

Chapter 1
A Fateful Encounter

A Treecko stood in front of a boiling pot of stew. She watched as it bubbled, carefully watching so as not to burn the mixture, otherwise that would mean the ruin of tonight's dinner. The fire cooking the stew had always made her nervous, and still did, but she'd grown used to its heat in the many times she'd cooked at it.

In the last few weeks especially, she'd gotten used to it, owing to the dinners she'd been making. She'd had to, because the main cook of the house was out of commission.

The Treecko sighed, reminding herself of that reality once more. Her mother, a Heliolisk, should really have been the one preparing the dinner. She was an excellent cook whose meals rarely failed to be anything less than delectable. But one day, a few weeks ago, she tripped and fell awkwardly, and in the process, broke her leg.

Luckily, it wasn't serious. But even so, a number of weeks would be required to allow the Heliolisk's leg to heal.

All the while, her daughter insisted on doing more around the house and preparing the dinners while her leg recovered. Although her mother was reluctant to let her broken leg impact her, she relented in the end.

The Treecko had to admit to the tough work that went into keeping the house clean, cooking dinners and looking after her mother, all at the same time. How the Heliolisk managed it all, she had little idea. In that sense, she had respect for her for being able to juggle all of the daily tasks of the house with relative ease.

But at least, the Treecko had been able to handle tonight's dinner, as she felt the cooking had reached a good point to serve it. She took two bowls and ladled the mixture into them, before bringing them to the table.

"Mom!" she called. "Dinner's ready!"

There was a distinct shuffling noise, and then the sound of wood clicking against the floor could be heard as the Treecko's mother shuffled her way into the kitchen. A Heliolisk on wooden crutches trudged into the room, a cast present on her right leg.

"Smells great," she commented, as she took her place at the table opposite her daughter. She brought the spoon to her lips and tasted the stew. "And tastes great too. Your skills are catching up to mine, Elvira."

"No...I'm not even close to your level, Mom," Elvira, the Treecko, downplayed. "I don't get everything right. Remember last week, when I burned the soup that morning?"

"You were distracted at the time. Besides, those are basic errors that can be corrected with experience," pardoned the Heliolisk. "When I started out with cooking, I made my fair share of mistakes too. It's all to do with experience, Elvira. I didn't learn my cooking skills overnight."

"True, but…" Elvira sighed wistfully. "I doubt I'll ever be as good a cook as you, Mom. It's because...you have a passion for it that I don't have. Your ability just seems so far above my level that it feels impossible to get even close to it."

"Even so, you're not bad at it," her mother returned. "You certainly have potential to get better."

"...I don't know…I was never really into what you did, Mom." A conflicted look came into her eye, one that her mother had come to know all too well in the past while. "I always wanted to be a mercenary like Dad. But…that's not really an option anymore, is it?"

"Elvira…" The Heliolisk, whose name was Zenobia, felt for her daughter. She loved her, as any mother did. And growing up, she'd always supported Elvira's want to be a mercenary. It was a career path the Treecko had wanted to go along since she was a little girl, hearing all about the adventures her father got up to. And when he was around, he was all too willing to foster that want for her.

But for reasons beyond their control…that bridge had been burned, and the option to be a mercenary was no longer available to her. To that end, she couldn't blame her daughter for moping.

Especially when her father was such a good role model, too…

Zenobia got back to eating her stew. It was nice - proof that what she was saying to Elvira wasn't just empty words. However, her daughter was picking at her food. No doubt the conversation they'd had had brought her back into the doldrums.

Before long, Zenobia finished her meal. But Elvira had barely gotten halfway through hers.

"I'm not hungry," the Treecko announced.

"Elvira…please eat," the Heliolisk insisted.

"I'm fine, Mom." Her tone suggested she was anything but. "I just don't really have an appetite, is all."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, Mom."

"...If you insist." Zenobia didn't have a response to that. She didn't want to badger her daughter further.

Elvira got up and took the plate from her mother. She then took her own plate and brought them and the pot to be washed up. Once that was done, she looked out the window.

"I want to go to the beach for a while," Elvira then said.

"...It's getting late," Zenobia commented. "...Alright. But don't stay out too long, will you? Night will fall soon."

"Don't worry, Mom. I'll be back before then," Elvira promised. She left the kitchen, and soon, the sound of the front door opening and closing could be heard.

Zenobia heard all of this, and sighed. She had hoped for a quiet evening reading a book in the living room, but now she had this to deal with, and it would weigh on her mind for the rest of the evening.

It hadn't been uncommon in the last while, this melancholic attitude from Elvira. However, the Heliolisk felt guilty for not being able to do much about it. That matter was simply out of her hands to deal with, and there was only so much encouragement and pep talks she could give her daughter before her words began to ring hollow.

I don't blame her at all. If I were in her shoes, I'd feel as downcast as her. Especially given all that's happened in the world…

She shook her head to get rid of those thoughts, and made her way to the living room. She sat. She sat down on one of the chairs with a footstool in front of it, and picked up a book entitled Selenia: The History of Ruslan's Domain, picking up where she had left off before dinner.

But she didn't get too far into her book before the thoughts inside her head proved too great a distraction. With a sigh, the Heliolisk put the book down and gazed over at the wall beside her.

On it was a painting depicting three figures in the evening sunset. On the right was a young Elvira. Next to her in the middle was Zenobia herself. But it was the figure on the left that the Heliolisk was gazing at wistfully.

"...If only Elvira could get out of this spell she's in…" she murmured. "She hasn't gotten over your disappearance. Neither of us have. It really hasn't been the same without you. Knowing you're missing…it breaks both our hearts." She closed her eyes, trying to fight back her emotions.

"I'm sorry, Kallias. I wish I could do more for our little girl…"

Elvira made her way to the beach. Her house was located a stone's throw from the sea, and there was an idyllic beach not far from her house. While not a large beach, it still made a good place to walk on and sheltered enough to go for a swim, if that was desired. As Elvira made her way onto it, she gazed at the sea in awe of the sight.

No matter how many times I come here, I never get used to this view, the Treecko thought to herself. The setting sun made for an impressive backdrop, colouring the sky with a mixture of different colours, from orange to red to blue to pink. Not to mention, the sound of waves crashing against the shore helped to calm Elvira. It never failed to do that. Seeing this place brought back happy memories from her childhood, of her and her parents frolicking on the sands.

Once, she recalled that the sound of the waves had been so soothing that she'd fallen asleep, and had to be carried back to the house by her father.

She could still remember his voice through memories on this beach, and the encouraging words he would say to her to bring joy into her life.

"You're getting quite good at Outlaw and Mercenary, Elvira. At this rate, you might end up matching my speed when you get older."

"...Were you holding back, Dad? You weren't going as fast as you normally were."

"Hah! You're sharp. How did you guess that?"

"It was obvious, Dad! Anyone would be able to see that you weren't going as fast as you can go! I've seen you go much faster than that!"

"...Well, the Torracat's out of the bag now. Yes, I was holding back. But look at it this way; it's good to detect when someone's holding back. In the world of the mercenary, not all outlaws are the same. They might well have a motive for their crimes."

"But...why? Why would someone be an outlaw, if they're not a bad person?"

"...It's complicated, Elvira. Some outlaws are selfish and greedy and do bad things. But others don't have a choice. If they're really poor, they won't be able to afford even the cheapest food on the market. And so they have to steal food if they want to live. The world of outlaws and criminals isn't all black and white. Of course their actions are unreasonable - it's why us mercenaries exist. But...in the future, try to put yourself in their mindset. Why are they doing this? What do they stand to gain?"

"Oh, okay…I kinda get it? Everyone has a reason for doing something."

"...Something like that. You'll get there yet, my girl. You have the fledgling heart of an Irian Guild merc within you yet."

It was one of her fondest memories with him. It had the two things that mattered to her more than anything in the world - her father, and her ambition to become a mercenary at the famed Irian Guild.

But five years ago…both had been taken from her. That fact stabbed her in the heart more than anything, and she felt tears prick at her eyes.

Where are you, Dad? Why haven't you visited us for five years? …Something's happened to you, I know it. But I can't do anything about it. All because I'm not strong enough…I mean, look at me. A Treecko, at my age? I should have evolved into a Grovyle by now. But I never kept up my training. And look what's come of it…

She looked towards the evening sun, vision blurred with tears.

I never was strong. Not good enough to be a cook like Mom, and definitely not strong enough to be even a good mercenary like Dad. …Weak…that's all I am…!

Elvira began to cry. There were periods where she tried to keep a smile on her face, but they never lasted. Since five years ago, it truly felt as though those happy days in her childhood were now firmly in the past. Now the days where she felt truly happy were few and far between, all because her two passions had been taken from her.

And it wasn't even her fault. It was because Fate had decided to deal an especially cruel hand to her. In fact, not just to her, but the whole world.

For whatever reason, in the last few years, and especially in the last year, there had been an increase in natural disasters and abnormal weather patterns. In regions where volcanoes and mountains were located, it was noted that more eruptions and earthquakes were taking place, which devastated communities in those regions.

Extreme weather events were another factor. Firstly, the storms that normally came into Selenia around the autumn were much fiercer, leading to more washouts, floods, and landslides. Then the winter had seen heavy snowfall and bitter cold sweep across the land. And following a brief respite in the spring, the first half of this summer had seen an exceptional drought take place across all of Ardalion. This had meant the drying up of wells, and water shortages all around. Luckily, Elvira lived near a town that had a lake, but her thoughts went out to those who didn't have such luxuries. Like the deserts of Alba, up north. From what little she'd heard, it had been absolute hell up there.

Thankfully, there had been some rain in the last week, so it wasn't a completely hopeless situation. The well out at the back of their house had some water in it thanks to that. But even so…it was worrying. Very worrying, indeed, that this was happening.

But why was this so? Many in society had asked this question. But no one had been able to give a definitive answer. Was some Legendary of the weather running rampant? Was it divine retribution for not paying enough tribute to the Creator? (Some religious types had proposed this notion.) Or was it just a freak couple of years, and everything would eventually go back to normal?

Alas, at this point in time, no concrete explanations for these mysteries surfaced, and so in their places filled guesses and conspiracy theories, many of them wild and unbelievable. Such was the way when people were starved of the truth.

Elvira was thinking about all of this as she walked down the beach. And unfortunately, it meant that she wasn't paying attention to the path in front of her.

Therefore, the Treecko was taken rudely out of her thoughts when she tripped over something and fell face-first into the sand. Worse still, it was as the waves flowed in, and she received a mouthful of swash as her face made contact with the soft sand.

"Urgh!" Elvira gagged, spitting out the salt water and sand. "What did I just trip over?" She turned around to look.

And what she saw made her eyes widen in shock.

She hadn't tripped over something.

She'd tripped over someone.

Laying on the shores of the beach, next to some seaweed and shells, was the body of a blue and black furred canine Pokémon.

"What? A Riolu?" Elvira uttered, hardly believing what she was seeing. Are they…alive? She went over to check the Pokémon, and listened for breathing. She need not have worried, however; the Riolu was breathing. However, it was also passed out, and unresponsive.

"Wake up," the Treecko urged, admittedly somewhat lamely. "...Wake up! Please!" She gripped the Pokémon's sides and shook it, trying to wake it up. Unfortunately, this amounted to nothing, and the Riolu was still as unconscious as it had been before.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no...What am I going to do?" Elvira panicked. "What if this Riolu needs medical attention? I don't see any injuries...but it'd be best if I brought them back to the house. Yeah, that would be best. ...Riolu!" she informed the unconscious Pokémon, disregarding the fact that they probably could not hear her. "I'm going to bring you back to my house! We'll patch you up there!"

No response. The Riolu remained inactive.

Elvira leaned down and tried to pick up the Riolu. However, the Fighting-type was bigger and heavier than her, and that option proved to be fruitless. She therefore had to resort to dragging the Pokémon behind her. It was unceremonious and inefficient, but it was the best Elvira could do, given the circumstances.

Elvira continued back to her home. All the while, her mind was ablaze with thoughts.

Just who is this Riolu? Where did they come from? Do they have loved ones? If so, where are they? Just...what happened to this Riolu before it came here?

These questions were a flurry in the young Treecko's mind as she neared her house, with the Riolu in tow.

Notes

Welcome to Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Dual Wills! This is a fanfiction that I've had on FFN and AO3 for more than a year now, but I've decided to bring it over here. It all stemmed from reading Pokémon fanfiction for a while, and over time, ideas in my head came together as to what a vision of my own Pokémon story might be like. Specifically, a Pokémon-centric story like the Mystery Dungeon series. Ideas built themselves up over time, and this is what they've culminated into. I hope you enjoy my work!

Update (10/2/23): I now have title art! Courtesy of the worthy @spinaltapdancer, who did a wonderful job!

Arukona · Oct 14, 2022

Chapter 2
Arian

Did I dream it all?

That was the first thought that came into Elvira's head when she woke up that morning. Yesterday's end had been a wild one, with her bringing the passed out Riolu back to her house. She'd had the Fighting-type laid out on the bed in their guest room, and with the help of her mother, was able to assess them medically.

Luckily, Zenobia, who was partially trained in the field, confirmed that the Riolu didn't appear to have any injuries, nor were they suffering from some kind of ailment, and would be able to make a recovery. That was a relief for Elvira; the thought of the Riolu being at death's door didn't sit well with her. As well as that, when they woke up, Elvira would be able to glean the answers to the questions that had been in her head since her discovery of them.

Heading to the kitchen, the Treecko headed to the kitchen to make that morning's breakfast. As she retrieved oats to make some porridge, she heard the familiar sound of her mother's crutches. Turning around, she saw Zenobia enter the room and sit down at the table.

"Morning, Mom," she greeted.

"Good morning, Elvira," returned the Heliolisk. "...You look rested. That's good. I feared you would be sleepless after your discovery last night."

"No. I was quite tired last night after all that running about getting medicine for the Riolu," Elvira replied. "By the way...are they okay?" she added, her expression becoming worried.

"I checked on them this morning, when I woke up," Zenobia informed. "They looked better than when you brought them in. Alas, they still haven't woken up."

"Oh…" Elvira was disappointed. She was dying to know that who that Riolu was.

"They look to be around your age," Zenobia noted. "Who knows? When they wake up, maybe you two will get along."

"Maybe so," came the Treecko's reply, as the heat from the porridge came to the boil. "Should I leave aside some porridge for them, then?"

"Of course. They'll probably be very hungry. A bit of food should do them no harm."

"Okay, Mom."

Elvira doled out the porridge into three bowls and moved two of them to the table, where she and her mother ate their breakfast. After they had finished, Elvira brought the third bowl to the guest room.

There, on the bed, lay the Riolu. They were still unconscious from yesterday. But at least they were breathing. By the looks of things, they would make a recovery.

…They've been unconscious for quite a while, Elvira noted, thinking back to sunset the day before when she found the Fighting-type's body on the beach. The Grass-type put the bowl of porridge on the bedside table, and looked at the sleeping Pokémon, the questions from yesterday beginning to return to her. Who are they? Is this Riolu from around here? Or are they from somewhere else? Are they even from Ardalion?

Elvira sighed. Sadly, she could not know the answer to those queries until the Riolu rose from consciousness. In the meantime, she laid the porridge down next to him, and patiently waited for any signs of movement from the passed out canine.

A few minutes later...that was exactly what she got.

The Riolu's nose twitched at the scent of the porridge. Their ears then flicked, and with a groan, they began to wake up.

"Urgh…My head…" They sounded like a young, masculine adult, just like Zenobia predicted. A young man, then. His eyes blearily opened. "...Wh-Where am I…?" he mumbled, as their eyes adjusted to the room.

"Oh, you're awake," Elvira began, and the Riolu turned her way. "I found you washed up on the shore just outside. Good thing I found you; you might've been there for a while."

She looked at the canine, as he blinked multiple times. She was surprised to note that he seemed to be in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. It was then that Elvira took note of his emerald green eyes. That's strange, she thought. I thought Riolu's eyes were red? At least from what I read…

It was then that he spoke again.

"...Wh-What are you? H-How can you talk?"

…What? Elvira wasn't expecting those two questions. 'What' am I? Not 'who' am I? And what's this about 'talking'? It's like he's never seen Pokémon talk before…

"I'm a Treecko." Those peculiarities could wait; he had questions that needed answering. "And yes, I can talk. Just as you can. Just as all of us Pokémon can."

"...Pokémon?" The Riolu tilted his head. The word sounded foreign to him. "This…This doesn't seem real. Is this some kind of dream…?"

A dream? Oh dear…he must've hit his head hard. "This isn't a dream," she told him. "This is real life."

"But that can't be," the Riolu protested. "A gecko, just casually talking to me? Especially one that's nearly as big as me? That's impossible. There's no way this is real."

…Okay, this is getting weird. Did he not hear me? "There's nothing strange about me talking to you, Riolu," Elvira replied. "We're both Pokémon, after all. We can understand one another just fine."

She hoped that was clear enough. But his reply only got even more bewildering.

"I'm a Pokémon…? No…that's not true." He sounded fearful, as if he knew the truth but didn't want to admit it. "I'm a human. I'm not a Pokémon."

A human? But they're mythical creatures…aren't they? "You are a Pokémon," Elvira insisted. "A Riolu, specifically. Just look at yourself."

"A Riolu? Wh-What's that? I'm not a Riolu, I'm a..." He broke off briefly, and brought out his right hand as if to prove otherwise. However, he froze upon seeing a black paw, with blue fur along his forearm.

"Wh-What? No! How am I…?" He looked down at the blanket, and threw it off him. However, upon seeing a blue furry body, he cried out in horror. "What the hell?! What is this?! What am I?! I'm a human, not a dog with blue fur! ...Wh-What? No, no, this can't be real!" He began to hyperventilate in panic.

"Please, calm down!" Elvira begged, feeling fairly panicked herself. "Deep breaths. You're okay. Please…don't panic."

The Riolu, though still horrified by his new look, followed her advice, and breathed in and out. After a bit, he felt calmer, though still awfully shaken.

"Were you really a human?" Elvira asked him. "Aren't humans beings that exist only in myth?"

"Myth? No! They're not mythical! They're real!" the Riolu insisted. "I'm one!" He looked down at his furry body. "Or at least, I was…"

"So you really are a human?"

"Yes!" the canine insisted. "I swear it's the truth! Please believe me! I was a human once!"

Elvira wasn't sure what to make of this. It sounded utterly ridiculous, something that she would hear only in her wildest dreams. The thought that he hit his head came back to her again.

But he didn't have any head injuries, she recalled from Zenobia's examination of him last night. As well as that, those pleading, green eyes of his didn't look like those of a liar. Despite how unbelievable it sounded…she found herself believing him. If anything, because of how unbelievable it sounded.

"Alright. I believe you," she said to him. "But how did this happen? How did you become a Pokémon?"

"Well…" The human-turned Pokémon pondered this question. A moment passed before the panicked look resurfaced again. "...I don't know. I don't know how it happened."

"You don't?"

"No…I can't remember. I can't remember a thing…" Despair crept across him.

"Oh no…" Elvira murmured. Amnesia? "Do you remember your name?"

"My name?" The Riolu pondered that question. "A name…Come on, come on…" He racked his brains searching for something, anything. But… "No…I don't know my name. I don't know who I am. Why? Why can't I remember?!" His breathing quickened again.

"Breaths, Riolu! Please…it's okay," Elvira said to him. "You're going to be fine."

"...Deep breaths…deep breaths…" the Riolu repeated, the mantra helping to calm him down. Still, the shock from the prior revelations plainly had him rattled.

"Are you alright now?" the Treecko asked.

"...Not really," the Riolu answered. "I mean…transformed into this blue dog? And I have amnesia to boot…"

"That would be overwhelming for anyone," Elvira murmured sympathetically. "I'm sorry that happened to you."

"...It's fine. It's not your fault, Treecko."

"Oh, my name's Elvira," she corrected. "Treecko is my species name. Just like how your species name is Riolu. There are more like me. …Sorry. I was so focused on you that I forgot to introduce myself."

"It's alright." The Riolu nodded in understanding. Recalling their conversation so far, he remembered something she'd said. "You said you…found me washed up? On a shore?"

"I did. You were lying unconscious on the beach near my house," Elvira informed. "Good thing I found you. You might have been left there for a while if I wasn't there."

"Can I…see?" he asked. "Can I see where I washed up? I…might remember something if I go there."

"Of course," Elvira permitted. She looked at the bedside table, though, and remembered the other reason why she came to the guest room. "Oh, but don't forget the porridge. I thought you'd be hungry."

"Porridge?" The Riolu looked over and saw the bowl. He caught the scent of it again, and his stomach growled hungrily. "Actually, I'm starving…Thanks for bringing it." He picked up the bowl, which had cooled down a bit. He tried to pick up the spoon, but then he realised he had paws instead of hands, which made gripping the spoon much harder.

"Well, this is embarrassing…" he muttered. "I might just have to eat like this." He began to tip the bowl back. "Sorry, I know it's rude…"

"It's fine." Elvira had seen his struggle to pick up the spoon. "You can go ahead."

"...Thanks." With that, the Riolu lifted the bowl back and ate his porridge that way. It was undignified and he felt embarrassed as he ate. But he didn't have a choice otherwise.

Soon, he finished. "That was good," he said, licking his lips for any remaining bits of porridge. "Thanks a bunch, Elvira." He was smiling now.

"It was no problem." Maybe a bit of food was all he needed. "I-I'm not the best at cooking. I can only really do simple stuff…and sometimes I've burned meals…"

"No, it's alright! It was fine, really," insisted the Riolu. "Thanks for making it."

"...You're welcome." I may as well take the praise. She went over and took the bowl from him. "So you want to see the beach?"

"I do."

"Right. We'll go now if you want."

The Riolu began to get out of bed. It occurred to him just how foreign his new body was. Sure, he might've been bipedal with two arms and two legs, but other strange oddities came to the fore, like the sensation of fur, as well as a tail. He got into a sitting position, before getting off the bed to stand up.

But standing upright on a Riolu's legs proved unnatural for him, and he wobbled, nearly falling back onto the bed.

"Steady," Elvira urged, rushing over to catch him.

"Thanks," Riolu replied. "Sorry, t's just...I'm not used to standing this way. A human's stance is a bit different from this one."

"I...see. Then I'll help keep you stable," offered the Treecko. She stretched out her hand, and the Riolu took it. It felt strange in his hands - no, paws.

"It must be weird," Elvira went on. "Being in your condition."

"You can say that again," muttered Riolu. "Anyway…can we go?"

"Of course." And so Elvira began to make her way out of the room, keeping the canine steady as they went.

Once the front door opened, Riolu saw the outside world for the first time. And he gazed in wonder.

It was a lovely day, and the breeze felt nice upon his fur. It was an unusual sensation to feel, but he found it to be a pleasant one. Plus, combined with the scene before him, of a sunny morning with light reflecting beautifully off the sea, along with the scene of greenery off to either side of him. Verdant grasses and viridian trees graced the Riolu's vision. He could also see a beach at the bottom of the hill on which the house stood. Undeniably, it was a sight for sore eyes.

This was what the outside of this new world looked like. And based on this first taste...it was a pleasant one, attractive in his eyes. Maybe I'll be fine here after all, he thought to himself. This world doesn't look too bad.

But even with that thought, and how nice the world looked, it was still unfamiliar, and so anxiety remained in his stomach, about being away from a world he knew, a world he was familiar with, and thrust into this world he knew nothing of in an entirely new body which he was still getting accustomed to.

A few minutes later, they reached the beach. The soft sand was a change from the dry earth they were on before - a relief to the Riolu. He breathed in, the salty air tickling his nostrils. That was also a new sensation for him - heightened sense of smell, as well as hearing. Yet more things I'll have to get used to…

"...I like this beach very much. I've a lot of fond memories of this place," Elvira told him, as they walked down the shoreline. "I often walk here when I have things on my mind. ...That's actually what I was doing yesterday evening when I found you. It was around...here," she said, stopping and pointing to a general area where some seaweed and seashells lay scattered. "Good thing I found you when I did. This end of the beach isn't well seen from the road. You might not have been rescued for some time."

"...How did I wash up here, though?" the human pondered. "What happened to me that made me end up here?"

"Hmm…" Elvira pondered that one. "A lot of beaches in Selenia, especially in the south and the west, are storm beaches, so lots of stuff tends to wash up, like driftwood and seaweed. …Maybe you're not the first person to have washed up on a Selenian beach."

"Selenia?" The Riolu cocked his head. That didn't sound familiar to him.

"...Oh, of course. You would've forgotten this world," the Treecko realised. "Selenia's the name of the country we're in now. It's on the western coast of the continent of Ardalion. There's other countries too - Alba, Dresilia, Miletos, and Eldisholm. ...Are these names ringing any bells?"

"No." As far as he was concerned, the countries Elvira had listed were mere gobbledygook to him. "I don't know any of those places."

"Oh well. It was worth a try," Elvira sighed. "...We'll go back inside. There are atlases in the living room we can look at. Maybe they'll jog your memory."

"Alright. Let's do that."

They walked back to the house, crossing a main road as they did so. Once again, the Riolu looked around him. So this is Selenia, he thought to himself. It appears to be a green and lush place, with many trees and forests and woods and the like. It doesn't appear to be somewhere that's freezing cold or boiling hot ...Doesn't seem so bad. I can get used to this. ...Hopefully.

...Was my old world like this? He looked around at the sights before him: green fields, green trees, lots of trees, limestone rocks. It's not really this that surprises me...it's just the people. He looked over at Elvira. A world of talking creatures known as Pokémon...this will take some getting used to, alright.

They soon returned to the house. Elvira guided them to the living room, which when they entered it, was fairly normal, with four armchairs in the room, a small table beside two of these chairs, a sofa, another table, a rug laid out in the centre of the room, and a fireplace that probably brought great comfort when winter set in and the weather got cold. But what drew the human's attention was the fairly large bookcase that stood in the room as its pièce de résistance and the most luxurious item he had seen so far in the house.

"Oh hello!" a voice greeted. "I see you're awake now." Turning to see who the voice's owner was, the Riolu saw a Heliolisk sitting in an armchair, smiling warmly at him.

"...Er, hi," he returned, blinking slightly at the sight of the electric lizard.

"Hi, Mom," Elvira greeted. "I'm just showing him around our house. He's healthy enough to be walking around." She turned to the amnesiac Riolu. "This is my mom. Her species is known as Heliolisk, just so you know."

"Oh...okay." So this is Elvira's mom? the Riolu thought to himself. ...She seems nice.

"So then, Riolu," Zenobia said, making the human turn his attention back to her. "...Would you care to tell us your name?"

"...Oh. Um…" He fidgeted awkwardly about this question, knowing that the answer would be just as awkward. "...I don't remember what my name is."

"He has amnesia, Mom," Elvira elaborated. "He can't remember anything - where he's from, who his parents are, none of that. He doesn't remember a thing."

"Oh dear," remarked Zenobia sympathetically. "You poor thing...But don't worry. Until you regain your memories, you can stay with us."

"Really? Just like that? ...But we just met." The speed at which she offered him refuge surprised the Riolu. I mean, I'm grateful, but…

"I know that. But you seem trustworthy," Zenobia replied. "You seem like an innocent soul to me. I couldn't say no to someone in need. Besides…I wouldn't want to cast you out on your own. Especially given what's going on out there…"

That sounds ominous, the Riolu thought. "Well…thanks," he said, trying not to focus on that last part. "Ms…um…"

"Call me Zenobia, dear," the Heliolisk told him. "I would gladly help you more, but as you can see, my position has been compromised a bit." She gestured to her broken leg.

"Ouch," the Riolu winced. "Does it hurt?"

"At times. It should heal in a few weeks. But until then, Elvira will help you. I'll be around too, if you ever need an ear."

"Thanks. Hope you get better soon."

"Thank you…" Zenobia was about to say his name, but stopped herself when she realised she didn't have. "...Ah. I forgot you still don't know your name."

"No, I don't." The Riolu looked down sadly. "I'm sorry…"

"Don't be, Riolu. But…maybe we could think of a name for you?" suggested Elvira. "At least until you find out what your old name was."

"That's an idea," Zenobia agreed. "...What would you like for a name, Riolu?"

"Oh, um…" The Riolu, slightly disconcerted at being put on the spot like that, began racking his brains. Something that would suit him, a moniker he could go by, a name to make his place in the world…

...But after a minute of thinking, he came up short. "I can't think of anything," he told the two disappointedly.

"Take your time," advised Zenobia. "A name is a big deal. It's not something that should be hastily thought of immediately. I should know; it took Kallias and I a long while to come up with Elvira's name."

"Still…I don't want to just call you 'Riolu' all of the time," Elvira argued. "You deserve a name that makes you 'you'."

"If I'm honest, I feel this way too," her mother said.

"Yeah…I'd like a name other than my species," the human admitted, inwardly surprised at the sentence he just uttered. Species…That's weird. Talking about myself as a 'species'...

"I have a proposal," Zenobia said. She leaned over to the bookshelf, and pulled out a book. It was titled A Glossary of Ardalion's Finest: Vol. 1 (A-F). The Heliolisk handed it to Riolu.

"It's a list of famous people throughout the history of Ardalion," she explained to him. "There's bound to be a name that'll suit you."

"...Okay…" Riolu looked at the book, not sure what to make of it at first. But he sat down and opened the first few pages.

There were many names depicted in bold, followed by a short description of each of them. They were a variety of kings, queens, lords, warriors, martyrs, and saints, and the book depicted them all as lofty figures.

Acantha. Little is known of this figure, but it is known that she was the mother of Persephone, the first queen of Miletos and lover of the hero Metaxas. Supposedly, she was a widow who took over the running of her husband's lands after he died, something quite surprising for the mother, a would-be dowager queen of Miletos. Her resolution as a female leader was not forgotten by the Miletan people, and Acantha became a common name amongst women. It is still popular today, most ironically, despite Miletos's regressive attitude towards the fairer sex in nobility into a position of submission.

Achilles. The forty-third archon of Miletos, and the father of the current Miletan ruler, Archon Pyrrhus. Seen as a figure of grandeur, his thirty-three year rule was seen as indulgent in cultures of the past, with an architectural revival of the ancient Miletan style woven into the construction of new buildings. Many sites in Metaxai and other Miletan cities received a makeover in what many saw was for the better. Achilles also did well in strengthening relations with Selenia, which has a history of terseness with the Eastern Alliance, and managed to win over Tsar Lavrentiy. At the same time, he helped to promote the Eastern Alliance's bonds further. Undoubtedly, he will go down in legend as one of Miletos's finest leaders.

Aesir. One of the legendary Five Heroes who fought the Tyrant King in the twilit days of the One Kingdom of Ardalion, in the War of the Tyrant. The sight of his golden-maned nine tails immortalised him in the history books, and has since been a frequent mention in poetry. He founded the Kingdom of Eldisholm in southern Ardalion, and to this day remains its king. Since then, however, Eldisholm has become an isolated kingdom, refusing to allow outsiders to enter its borders. On a few occasions, Aesir has sought to come out of his shell and lift these restrictions, but on every occasion, his mind has been changed, and the hope of Eldisholm becoming like the rest of Ardalion remains a fantasy to this day.

Afanasiy. A ward of the Hero Ruslan, and a clever strategist that guided his lord and later tsar to many victories on the battlefield. He remained by Tsar Ruslan's side at all times, earning the title of 'Shadow of the Tsar'. Many servants beholden to House Ruslan today strive to reach a standard similar to the relationship between Afanasiy and Ruslan.

Agrippa. A general of Dresilia, and a close friend of Emperor Octavian. The bond between them was said to be as close as brothers, and Octavian trusted him enough to name him as his heir apparent. Regrettably, death took him before he could ever accede to the throne. But between his many feats as general, among which being able to establish a truce with warring Alba, a seemingly impossible feat at the time, there is no doubting the great deeds Agrippa carried out for his country.

Áine. Alba's first ever leading banríon. Under her leadership, the historic tournament of Alba, one that determines the country's new rí, became one where killing, a frequent sight before that, was now forbidden. It did not sit well with the tanistry's staunchest warriors, but she preached that temperance and the will to hold back was sometimes necessary as a ruler. Unrest broke out during her tenure and she became a short-serving ruler in the end, but the rules of the Alban tournament were forever changed by her, and to this day, her peaceful nature is fondly remembered by many Albans.

Aneirin. A historic warrior of Alba. It was under his leadership of Alba's warriors during the Ceredigonian War against Dresilia, that in the face of overwhelming odds against them, that the Albans, with the utility of guerrilla tactics against their foes, managed to run the Dresilians into a stalemate, and eventually, upon the depletion of supplies and troops through the desert heat and rough conditions, forced them into a retreat from Ceredigonia and allowed Alba to annex the province. Aneirin was hailed as a hero by his people, and Rí Taliesin was grateful to him to the point where he allowed him to marry his daughter, Lady Olwen. Upon his death, he was allowed to be buried in the Benbecule Pyramid along with his rí and spouse. He is remembered as one of Alba's finest warriors to this day.

Aonghas. The sixth rí of Alba. He is more commonly known as Aonghas Fola ('Bloody Aonghas') due to his dictatorial and autocratic reign. Suspicions of cheating by him in the tournament led to the purge of those who had surmised this idea, and when a rebellion arose to overthrow him, blood ran in rivers, even from those who took no part in it. Fear grew of his reign of terror, and therefore, conspirators led by Tánaiste Talfryn killed him by poisoning his chalice of wine. It was this crimson reign that inspired Áine to inspire with her initiatives of peace, and when she became the very next ruler of Alba, the implementation of changing the tournament ended up being widely supported by the people, who were still scarred by Aonghas's terror.

Apollo. The tenth archon of Miletos. He was noted for his achievements in building aqueducts that carried water from the fertile tributaries of the Pactolus to the northern Miletan cities that had difficulty procuring water in times of drought. Even today, many of these famous aqueducts still stand, as a testament to his finest achievement. However, other parts of his reign were not so fondly remembered, such as the failure to keep King Aesir from returning Eldisholm to isolation after he had previously decided to lift the restrictions between the island and the rest of Ardalion.

Ariadne. A queen of Miletos, and the wife of Archon Bellerophon, the twenty-first archon of Miletos. She was thought of as a caring and benevolent queen, and worked to found the Maidens of Metaxai, a charity group run by nuns who gave alms to the poor that still exists today. A number of orphans were also adopted by her, and became part of the royal family. However, some nobles were discontent with bringing commoners into the royal sphere. Conspiracy theories surround her mysterious cause of death, which, while generally seen as suddenly falling gravely ill and succumbing to that illness, some have thought to be from poisoning, schemed by a malcontent noble.

None of these names really resonated with Riolu. Most of them were the names of kings, queens and warriors, and it felt like each one had a great legacy behind their names. That, he felt, wasn't a great fit for him. He didn't want to be a pretender and take on an epithet he felt he could not live up to. Something a bit more humble, he thought to himself. Surely there was a hero who was a bit more modest than most?

He continued reading. But the very next name stuck out to him.

Arian. A saint renowned for his piety and humbleness. He was a close ally of the Five Heroes, and founded the acclaimed and historic Skalisty Monastery off Selenia's shores. He worked hard to keep the peace and sheltered many during the War of the Tyrant. His generosity was without comparison, and although he in his humble way may not have desired it, he was canonised a saint in 211. His nature of living modestly and eschewing luxury truly marks a sense of humbleness few people, if anyone, have been able to match.

There we go, Riolu thought to himself. Finally, someone with a visible sense of humility. "Arian...Arian…" he repeated the name. Something seemed...right about it. No, not just right…

...It's fitting.

"I've found one," he announced. "'Arian.'"

"Arian? Oh, after St Arian," Elvira said. "...That's a good name."

"I agree," Zenobia seconded. "It suits you."

"Then I'll go with that," the Riolu decided. "My name is Arian. Arian…" He smiled, embracing his new name.

He got up, and handed the book back to Zenobia, who put it back on the shelf. Gazing at the bookshelf, he was suddenly reminded of why they came back to the house in the first place.

"Oh right," he recalled. "We were going to look at maps, weren't we, Elvira?"

"Yes, we were," the Treecko said. She went over to fetch a stool at the edge of the bookshelf, which allowed her to reach higher. She picked out an atlas and brought it to the table, before opening it on the first two pages.

On it was an illustration of a landmass, which on the page's top-right corner, in fancy calligraphy, read 'Ardalion'.

Ardalion was split into various countries with that same calligraphic writing penning each of their names. Within those countries also lay a name in bold, depicting the capital city of each country.

To the south-west lay the Tsardom of Selenia, with Iria as its capital.

To the north-west was the Tanistry of Alba, with its capital city being Breifne.

To the north-east lay the Dresilian Empire. Its capital was Padavonum.

To the south-east was the League of Miletos. Its capital city lay in Metaxai.

And finally, to the far south, the Kingdom of Eldisholm was situated. Gimrei was its capital.

"So this is Selenia, where we are now," Elvira told him. "It has lots of forests and green fields, and some mountains too. There's even an area of karst rock completely unique to anywhere in Ardalion called the Karstlands, located around here." She pointed to an area to Selenia's central east, not too far away from the country's eastern border and what seemed to be a dominating mountain range. "What you saw of Selenia outside there is generally what our country is like."

"...Okay." Arian nodded in understanding. "...What about the others?"

"Well...I've only left Selenia a few times, so I can't truly confirm whether these all are true or not. I'll tell you what I've heard." The Treecko pointed to Alba. "Alba's desert through and through. Very dry and arid and sandy and...all the other things a desert is. There are a number of oases, though, as well as a major river called the Istwyth, so there are spots of relief in there. The people are quite warrior-like, and speak through their fists more than words. Every twenty years they have this big tournament to decide the next ruler of the country. Fighting means everything to them.

"Dresilia has much better land than Alba or Selenia. It's hot there, but wet enough that crops grow very well there, and as a result, they've built a powerful country that can thrive on its many resources. Selenia in comparison gets too much rain for good crop growth that a powerful empire like Dresilia can be built upon. And Dresilia has a culture deeply proud of its history and heroes of the past. ...A bit too proud, sometimes. They can be quite snobbish about it, or at least from what I've heard.

"Similar to them is Miletos." Elvira's finger drew a bit further south to the aforementioned country. "They're like Dresilia; a powerful country based on fertile soil who are proud of their history and heritage. But they have mountains to the south here, near the border with Eldisholm, so they're not quite as flawless in land as Dresilia is. The two countries are allied, in fact, in a pact that dates back many, many years. They're the richest and most powerful countries in Ardalion, known as the Eastern Alliance.

"And then there's Eldisholm." Elvira pointed to the island off Ardalion's southern coast. This is...a bizarre country when it comes to climate. It has active volcanoes and volcanic storms, but yet at the same time, they also see frequent blizzards and snow. Fire and ice...seemingly coexist in this country. Apparently there's such a phenomenon as hot lava freezing over down there."

"...What? But how?" Arian questioned.

"I don't know. In fact, few do. Eldisholm's a country with a strict isolation policy, meaning that no one leaves or enters it. There's a lot of rumours about that place, and few of them are good. Rumours about cultists and Renegade worshippers down there…but we don't tend to think about them."

"Have people tried to go there?"

"They have. And they never come back," Zenobia informed. "The currents around Eldisholm sweep anyone away who dares go near it. The waters around Eldisholm are infested with swarms of feral Dragalge and Dhelmise, Pokémon that are prone to sinking ships. As a result, merchant ships daren't venture down there, going overland or around Ardalion's north coast instead."

"Oh…I see," Arian said, in understanding. "Still…that doesn't explain how I washed up…" He looked back at the map. "Where are we, exactly?"

"Here." Elvira pointed to a location near Selenia's southeast, along its southern coast.

"Hmm…that's weird," the Riolu murmured. Just how did he end up on that beach in the first place? Drifting from Eldisholm was ruled out, and the lack of merchant ships travelling made the possibility of him falling overboard unlikely as well.

"This is a big mystery," Elvira said. "A human transformed into a Riolu, and washed up on the beach outside…How did this happen?"

"Hold a minute, Elvira." Zenobia picked up on a part of that conversation. "Human? Did you say that Arian transformed into a Riolu from being a human?"

"Yes, Mom," the Treecko answered. "He kept insisting he was a human, and was genuinely shocked that he was a Riolu. ...I don't think he's lying."

"I'm not," Arian pleaded. "I know it sounds completely crazy, but…it's true. I was once human."

"I…" The Heliolisk couldn't believe what she was hearing. But the sight of the Riolu's emerald green eyes, begging her to understand, compelled her to believe. "...I understand. Well, maybe I don't, but…I believe you, Arian."

"Thanks, Zenobia…" Arian was relieved to hear that she accepted his story so easily.

"...We still don't understand how Arian ended up here, though," Elvira pointed out, steering the conversation back to the original point. "Oh, if only the Guild were still around…they'd know what to do with him." Her face then fell. "But that's not an option anymore…"

"The Guild?" Arian queried.

"...Oh, right. You wouldn't know about them," the Treecko replied. She took a breath, getting ready for her answer. "...The Irian Guild is a mercenary's guild, located in Iria, the capital of Selenia. The people they employed were some of the most renowned mercenaries and warriors from all over Ardalion. Not just from Selenia, either! Just about anyone could get in, no matter their class or position of birth! The Irian Guild helped everyone who had a problem in society, from the young to the old to the poor to the rich, and they were incredibly reliable. If you gave them a mission, chances are that it would be solved in a flash! They were brilliant! The best people in the whole country!"

The girl sounded very admiring of this so-called Irian Guild. But the way she was talking…There's a 'but' to this, isn't there? Arian thought.

"Did something happen to it?" he dared to ask.

Elvira's expression dropped in an instant, like a stone in water. She looked off to the side, with a look of extreme hurt on her face. Arian almost couldn't bear to see it.

In fact…it was like he could sense that sadness. As if it was coming to him in waves. What is this…? he found himself wondering.

"...You could say that." Zenobia was the one to answer, drawing him out of these thoughts. Turning to her, Arian could see a similarly sad expression on her face. "The Irian Guild as we used to know it is no more, unfortunately. Five years ago, in Selenia, there was a great upheaval, and our tsar was overthrown. His replacement who overthrew him…had the Guild burned down."

"What?!"

"Yes. And moreover…everyone who worked there was declared an outlaw, and bounties were put on their heads." Her expression was grim. "It's been awful for Selenia. Without the Irian Guild, many people are left hanging without help. There are the knights, but…" She shook her head with evident distaste. "They haven't proven reliable. At least not for us here in Ozerograd."

"That's…That's not good," Arian murmured. Already, he was eating his earlier thoughts about Selenia being a peaceful place.

"No, it isn't," the Heliolisk replied. "...If the Irian Guild is ever going to be properly reestablished and have a shot at returning to the height it was once at, Mitrofan - that's his name, the usurper - must be deposed of."

"But that's not likely to happen," Elvira continued. "Mitrofan's always quick to crush any rebellion, and deal with its supporters brutally. He always nips them in the bud before they can get going."

"Not to mention the problem of the leader," Zenobia brought up. "House Ruslan - the one who previously ruled over Selenia - are no more. All of their members are dead. Just who would lead Selenia after Mitrofan is overthrown?"

"Oh, I see. The new leader might be even worse than the current one," Arian noted. "Yeah, that's a problem, alright."

"But that's no reason to just sit about twiddling our thumbs while Mitrofan walks all over us!" Elvira replied, before sighing deeply. "The state Selenia's in...it can't go on. If only there was someone willing to rise up to the challenge and overthrow him...Someone heroic enough...just like…" Her voice drifted off, and a melancholy look came into her eyes.

"Like…who?" Arian wondered.

Elvira didn't reply. It looked as though she was fighting back tears.

"Elvira…" murmured Zenobia, her tone empathetic.

"I…I want to be alone right now," the gecko replied, as if she was about to burst into tears. And before anyone could say anything, she ran out of the room.

"What was all that about?" Arian asked, confused.

"...A reminder of what she's lost," Zenobia clarified mournfully. "I don't blame her. She loved her father more than anyone…"

"Her father?" Arian suddenly realised this was the first time Elvira's father had been brought up. He didn't appear to be a presence in the house, though. But given what they'd been talking about…a dark feeling grew in his chest.

At that point, he noticed the painting hung up on the living room wall. He saw the three figures, and recognised Elvira and Zenobia. But he didn't recognise the third on the left, the gecko that was bigger than the two of them. With deduction, though, the answer was obvious.

"What happened to him?" Dare I ask?

"...We do not know," was Zenobia's eventual answer. "He disappeared five years ago, and there hasn't been word from him since. ...His name was Kallias. He was a mercenary working for the Irian Guild before its fall. Elvira adored and looked up to him, and I loved him dearly."

"...Is that why Elvira was all enthusiastic when talking about the Guild?" Arian wondered.

"Yes. Kallias worked there, and was one of its finest mercenaries. It was Elvira's dream to follow in his footsteps and become a mercenary herself at the Irian Guild," Zenobia explained. "...Alas, since the overthrow five years ago, that's no longer a possibility."

"...Oh no…But what about her dad?" Arian wondered. "What happened to him?"

"...He was in Iria the day the tsar was overthrown. He had a confrontation with Mitrofan, but had to make a retreat. He came home one evening, telling us he was wanted and had to go on the run." The Heliolisk was trying to rein in her emotions as she told the story. "He told us he had a lead on Mitrofan, and planned to head for the mountains with his partner. …That was the last we saw of either of them."

"That's terrible…" the Riolu replied. "And it's been five years…with nothing at all. I'm sorry to hear that…"

"It's alright, Arian. You had no part in it. …But it's Elvira I'm most worried about," Zenobia expressed. "She's taken his loss especially hard. As well as that, the destruction of the Guild means her dreams of being a mercenary there have amounted to nothing. …I wish I could do more to help her, but with the way the world is, there's only so much I can say without it feeling trite." She looked down in shame. "I should do more. I'm her mother, after all…"

"Don't say that," Arian rejected. "You're not a bad parent, Zenobia. You only want what's best for Elvira, don't you? That's a step above the bad parents who don't care at all for their kids. And you looked after her and cared for her for the five years since everything fell apart, didn't you? You're a good mom, Zenobia. At least in my book."

"...Thank you, Arian." By the sound of it, the Heliolisk had needed a pep talk like that.

"You're welcome. …Hmm, but what about Elvira?" His thoughts drifted to the melancholy gecko. "Should I…talk to her right now? She sounded like she was about to cry when she left the room."

"...Maybe you should," Zenobia considered. "She's been like that since five years ago. She was such a happy and optimistic child growing up too…thanks to her father, no doubt. But now that he's gone, along with her dream…she hasn't been the same, to say the least. …She needs a push in the right direction, to lift her spirits. From someone she can trust that isn't me."

"Yeah…I want to help her," Arian said. "It's the right thing to do. Especially 'cause she helped me. So I should return the favour. …But I don't want to say anything risky…"

"Elvira isn't one to bear grudges," the Heliolisk told him. "Unless you outright insult her or her father, you'll be fine."

"...Right. Thanks for letting me know." Arian got up and headed for the door.

"Good luck. May Jirachi watch over you."

And with that, the Riolu left the living room. But once he was in the hallway, it occurred to him that he didn't know where Elvira's room was. Luckily, it was a fairly small, frugal home, so there weren't many places to look.

Hmm…There were a few doors along the hallway. Which one is it? He recognised the one at the far end to be the guest room, where they had come from, so he ruled that one out.

However, he was able to figure it out, when he heard movement from the second room from the door. It must be these ears, he thought. I can hear better as a Riolu. Guess that's one advantage…or a disadvantage. Whatever the situation is. …But that's not relevant now. Shelving his thoughts about that for another time, he went to the door in question and knocked.

"Elvira?" he said.

No answer immediately. Then Arian heard footsteps, before the door opened.

"Arian? What are you doing here?" Elvira asked.

"Just checking on you," he answered. "You looked like you were about to cry back there." Looking at her now, she clearly had been, if her tear-stained face and scent of salty tears were anything to go by.

"...I've been better." The Treecko sounded as bad as she looked. "...You can come in, if you want."

"Are you sure?" queried the Riolu. "I don't want to intrude if you don't want me to…"

"...No, it's fine. Really," insisted Elvira, and walked back to her bed, while Arian followed her in. Her room contained a lone bed, alongside which was a bedside table and a carpet at the bed's right-hand side. Next to the bed was a small bookcase, on which a small variety of books were perched. A window, complete with green, flower-patterned curtains, was present in the room, as was a desk located right next to it. Everything was very modest.

"...Listen, I…heard from Zenobia what happened five years ago," Arian began. "What happened to the Guild, and what happened to…your dad."

"Mom told you?" Elvira was shocked to hear this, and was about to say more, but the Riolu spoke first.

"She did. And look, maybe I don't know the full story. But…I'm sorry for what happened," he said to her. "No one should have that happen to them. Especially your dad…who Zenobia said you really loved."

"...I did love him," Elvira replied. "I loved how selfless he was. I loved just what a hero he was, but how he could still be so humble as a person and not get swept up in the fame. He'd always buy us souvenirs from the places he had missions in. When I was growing up, he'd tell me bedtime stories all about his adventures. He was a great storyteller. Inspirational. …Enough to make me want to be just like him and become a mercenary at the Irian Guild myself."

"But then…"

"Yeah…" The Treecko let out a long sigh. "The Guild was burned down, and all mercenaries were made outlaws. Well, anyone who didn't side with Mitrofan, that is. And Dad would never side with a cold-blooded murderer like him. …But right after that happened, Dad left us, and never came back…"

"Elvira…" Arian didn't have enough sympathy for the girl.

"I told myself he'd come back one day. This is my dad we're talking about! But five years later, and we haven't heard a single thing…" Elvira was getting emotional. "...I don't even care whether he's alive or dead. I just want something - anything - to give us some closure over all of this. Where is he? And what happened?" She began to sniffle, gripping her bedsheets tightly. "Why did this have to happen? Why?!"

Arian felt compelled at that point to bring the Treecko into a hug. Elvira was startled initially, but then fell into his blue fur and wept.

For her father, and her ambitions. The two things she cherished most in life…now gone, stripped from her. Without either of them…she was lost and unsure about where to go next.

"...It's alright," Arian assured. "You're okay, Elvira. You deserve to cry."

It wasn't all crying. Because the gecko had been crying before Arian entered, she had used up most of her tears. Instead, it was mostly quiet whimpers and sniffles that came out of her.

Eventually, Elvira pulled back from the embrace.

"...Thanks," she said quietly.

"You're welcome," Arian replied. "You saved me, after all. It's the least I can do. …Though I can do more," he added, an idea coming to him.

"More? Like what?"

"Just general help with stuff. You know, chores and that," the human elaborated. "You're in a sad state right now, and Zenobia's leg is broken…so I want to pitch in. I don't wanna be useless and just lay about while you do all the work."

"...Hmm…" Elvira considered his offer. "...I suppose I could use a helping hand…Why not?"

"Thanks very much! Now where do I start?" Arian asked.

"Well, there's some cleaning to do," was her answer. "And then I have to look after Mom, and change her bandages, and then there's lunch to prepare, and for that, I have to prepare the necessary berries beforehand…"

Elvira listed the chores for Arian, with him nodding and mentally noting each one. Once she was done, he left the room, ready to get started.

So eager to help, she noted, watching him go. If only more people were willing to help these days…But with the way everything is, I can't really blame them. With no Guild…all these problems are around. I wonder how long Arian's optimism is going to last, once he finds out the state of our world's problems. …Or even just the ones right on our doorstep. Why is there so much wrong with the world…?

Still…his help is appreciated. Elvira got up from her bed, a small smile on her face. I should probably help him out.

Notes

And so we get introduced to our two heroes: Arian and Elvira. One, an amnesiac claiming to once have been a human who knows nothing of the world he woke up in, and the other, a Pokémon unsure of her future. How their story unfolds will be revealed in due time.

A number of names were dropped when Arian was choosing his name. Some of these have more relevance to the story than others, and some of them may well be only mentioned here and not brought up again. But there may be the occasional passing reference to them. And also as a small side note, the description for Agrippa is based on the real Agrippa, the famous Roman general. Others, though, only share the basis with mythology on their name alone; no more than that.

Also revealed in this chapter were each of the countries in the continent of Ardalion. We'll see them and their cultural differences as the story progresses as well. All in due time, of course.

That's all I can think of for now. Thanks for reading.

Update(16/12/22): As part of my early chapter updating, I've reworked this one. I felt in this one, there was too much being revealed, particularly in the last scene with Elvira and Arian. That stuff's been moved across Chapters 3 and 4, instead. Also, the chapter goes from Arian having his 'I'm a Pokémon!' moment to going to the beach to going to the sitting room, rather than Arian, sitting room scene 1, beach, sitting room scene 2, which felt a bit clunky in retrospect. Along with that, the usual trimming of that which I felt was unnecessary. This updated version flows better in my opinion.

Arukona · Oct 15, 2022

Chapter 3
Teamwork

Later that day...

"Mmm...tasty," remarked Zenobia, bringing the cup of tea away from her lips. "This is rather good for a first-time brew, Arian."

"Oh, it was nothing…" Arian replied. "I had Elvira watching over my shoulder the whole time. Really, if she wasn't there, I probably would have messed the whole thing up."

It was now mid-afternoon, and Arian, along with Elvira and Zenobia, were enjoying a cup of tea in the living room that the Riolu had prepared with the guidance of Elvira. He seemed to know little about preparing tea, so the Treecko guided him through the process.

She had calmed down, thankfully, from earlier. It seemed getting back into housework was all she needed. The presence of Arian, too, helped to cheer her up slightly, if only by a bit.

"Preparing a cup of tea is simple, though," Elvira pointed out. "You'll get the hang of it quickly. …By the way." The discussion about tea reminded her of something. "We're out of tea leaves, Mom."

"...Oh." Zenobia sounded disappointed. "...Oh well. I guess I'll have to wait another while until you procure more. Though that's easier said than done in these current circumstances…"

"...I'll see if I can find some," Elvira offered. "You never know."

"It's alright. I can live without tea," the Heliolisk assured. "Don't worry yourself about it, Elvira. Though if you could…even the cheap berry leaves would be okay."

"Berries, huh?" Arian noted. "They seem to be quite a staple in this world."

""They are. Berries are found just about everywhere in Ardalion," explained Elvira. "They come in all varieties and colours. You can make juice out of berries. You can use their leaves to make tea. You can even ferment them to make alcohol." She then pulled a face. "...I don't really like it, though. We only have it on special occasions in this house."

"Speaking of berries…how are we doing on them?" Zenobia wondered.

"There's still a good amount in the pantry," Elvira said. "Maybe we should have a berry stew later. Then Arian can taste a wider variety of berries and see what he thinks."

"Hm. Wouldn't mind that," the Riolu considered.

"...Anyway." Elvira got up, and gathered everyone's cups. "I'll go and wash these."

"You want help?" Arian offered.

"No thanks. I'm fine on my own," Elvira turned down, before leaving for the kitchen.

"There she goes…" Zenobia observed. "...She's always tried to be independent. Even back when she was a little girl, she tried to be more independent-minded than other children would be. I suppose it's because she had one less parent in the house. But I think it's also because of…pressure."

"Pressure?" Arian was confused. "What do you mean?"

"I've already said her father was a well-renowned mercenary. But I'm talking about well-renowned to the point that few didn't know his name. Imagine, therefore, being born to him and planning to follow the same career path as him."

"...Ohhhh," Arian said in realisation. "You think everyone'll want her to be just like her dad?"

"That's what Elvira's been thinking," Zenobia confirmed. "It's become a great fear of hers, especially with the recent events in Selenia. With everything that's happened, it's clear that people want a hero to rescue them from the clutches of Mitrofan. Some are even angry that Fernblade Kallias hasn't come out of the woodwork to save them. And with this expectation, Elvira feels the need to step up to the plate. But she's been having inadequate feelings recently."

"Really?" That, Arian hadn't considered. "Those people shouldn't expect so much…"

"I don't blame them, given the tumult of Selenia in recent years. But it's only made Elvira's anxiety worse. Coupled with the fact she hasn't evolved by now…she's been feeling down as a result of it all." The Heliolisk was looking quite down herself.

"She hasn't evolved?" Another new factor for the Riolu to consider. Coincidentally, he was reading a book on the phenomenon. "Is that…not normal?"

"I wouldn't say abnormal. Some Pokémon within their species evolve sooner than others," Zenobia explained. "I suspect Elvira's just a late bloomer. But it can create jealousy, having to evolve later than others. …On that note, how's that book you've been reading?" she brought up, seeing as how they were on the subject.

"It's…interesting. A bit hard to imagine, though." The book in question was entitled The Basic Facts of Pokémon: Vol. 6, Q-T that detailed a variety of Pokémon, of which Riolu and Treecko were included in the book in question. Elvira had recommended it to him, and he'd been reading up on the unique facets of his species. But the topic of evolution had caught his eye. "Like…do Pokémon really just change form one day?"

"They can indeed, through a variety of methods," Zenobia explained. "It's mostly a natural phenomenon, achieved through growth, age and training hard enough. Other times, it's through interaction with a certain item, like an evolutionary stone. That was how I evolved. Evolution was certainly an unusual sensation to go through, and it is an adjustment getting used to a new body. But you always feel better for it."

"So for me…" Arian looked at what the book said about his species. "To become a Lucario…I have to 'enjoy a moment of great happiness, with a partner whose bonds with me are as strong as steel'?"

"Seemingly. I don't know how every Pokémon evolves…but I do know about Lucario. They're a much talked about species. Legends speak of their aura-sensing capabilities, and how they can manipulate those into attacks."

"Really? Not gonna lie, that sounds cool," Arian said, interested. He looked at the illustration provided in the book, where next to the Riolu, there stood a similar canine Pokémon, albeit bigger and stronger. It had a cream-coloured torso with a spike at the chest, and spikes on the backs of its paws. Its feelers at the back of its head were also bigger and there were four of them instead of two like on the Riolu, and its ears were larger and more pointy.

It resembled growth to him, and it was an interesting prospect to look forward to in the future.

Though maybe let's not think that far ahead. I only woke up in this body this morning.

At that point, a bell rang. It seemed to come from the front.

"The door? I didn't plan on having any visitors…" she mumbled. She reached for her crutches, and prepared to get it.

"I'll get it," Arian said. "Your leg's still not right. You shouldn't strain it."

"...If you could get the door, that would be great. Thank you, Arian."

"No problem." And with that, Arian headed out of the room and to the front door, where he opened it.

He blinked when he saw the visitor; a small Grass-type Pokémon with green colouring, three leaves atop its head and a white face. It was an entirely new face to him, and the species was unfamiliar to him. Elvira might know, the Riolu thought to himself. But she's not here right now. I'll just have to wing it. ...Here's hoping I don't act weird.

"Er, hello. Can I help you?" he asked.

The face of the Pokémon, which was in fact a Petilil, a fact unknown to Arian, morphed into an expression of confusion. "Who are you?" she said. "A Riolu doesn't live here! A Heliolisk and a Treecko do. I'm looking for Elvira, the Treecko. Please, it's urgent."

"Right. I'll get her," Arian promised, before heading back inside. "Elvira! There's someone at the door for you!"

"There is?" Elvira's voice sounded as she came out into the hallway. "Who is it?"

"Elvira!" the Petilil called from the open front door. "There you are!"

"...Flora? What are you doing here?" Elvira asked, walking up to the front door.

"Looking for you," Flora replied. "I need your help, Elvira, and I need it now."

"Why? What's the matter?"

"It's Tamara!" cried the Petilil. "She went into Verdant Woods this morning, but she still hasn't returned, and I'm...I'm getting worried! Elvira, you have to help me! Please!"

"Verdant Woods? Oh no…Why'd she go in there?"

"She forgot her locket there yesterday, apparently," Flora answered, in a scathing manner. "Look, I warned her. But you know her; she loves that locket, enough that she won't sell it for extra coin. But she hasn't come back yet, and...and...please, Elvira, you have to find her!"

"But…surely there are others better suited to this than me?"

"They aren't listening. Not surprising, given the way town is right now," the Petilil criticised. "Everyone has their own backs to watch. They don't have time to deal with a missing Pachirisu. …But the Thorned Roses don't bother you as much, Elvira! Please, you have to! I'm no fighter, but you are!" Then she added, "You were always the strongest of the three of us…"

"But I'm not strong…" Elvira looked down at the ground.

Arian had been watching the conversation go back and forth. And gauging the Treecko's reactions, he could understand what Zenobia was getting at regarding her self-esteem. I didn't realise it was this bad, he thought. …But still. We have to do something.

"Come on, Elvira. You can do it. This is your friend we're talking about!" the Riolu encouraged. "Hell, if you want backup…then count me in! I'll help you!"

"You?" Elvira was taken aback. "But…you only woke up this morning, Arian. And you have amnesia…"

"Doesn't matter! That's not gonna stop me! And you shouldn't let your fears get the better of you, Elvira. Who cares what everyone else thinks?"

"Yeah, what he said! …Whoever you are." Flora turned her attention to Arian. "Who are you, anyway?"

"I'm Arian. I'm…" He debated his answer. "Just a drifter. But that's not important right now! We just need to go to Verdant Woods, wherever that is, and get your friend back. Simple! We'll be back before you know it."

"But Arian…you've never been in a Mystery Dungeon. You don't know how dangerous they can be…"

"A Mystery Dungeon? …What's that?"

"Wait, what?" Flora reacted, aghast. "How do you not know what a Mystery Dungeon is? Have you been living under a rock all your life or something?"

"Well, er…" Arian struggled for an answer. "...Look, Elvira's friend is the important thing here! I'll…figure out the answer on the way! Come on!" He began to make his way outside. "We won't gain anything arguing here!"

"No, Arian, wait!" Elvira called out to him. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into!" She ran outside after him, as he ran towards the road.

"...A Riolu who's never heard of Mystery Dungeons?" Flora puzzled, watching them go. "That's a new one. Even hatchlings know what Mystery Dungeons are…"

"Arian's situation is…unique," another voice cut in. The Petilil turned around, and saw Zenobia come to the door with her broken leg.

"Oh, hey, Zenobia," she greeted. "...Do you know anything about that Riolu? Who is he?"

"...Come inside," the Heliolisk offered. "I'll fill you in on the details."

"We go right here," Elvira instructed, when she and Arian arrived at a fork in the road. "Verdant Woods is a bit off the beaten track, away from the main road."

"Is it over there?" Arian asked, pointing to a series of trees further down the path they had taken.

"Yes, it is," confirmed Elvira. "And in that wood is the Mystery Dungeon itself."

"...Oh yeah...about that." The Riolu turned to her, a curious look on his face. "What exactly are these Mystery Dungeons you speak of?"

"...Mystery Dungeons..." The Treecko let out a long sigh. "How do I explain them? Mystery Dungeons are…strange places, to put it simply. Ordinary areas like forests and caves are essentially morphed into maze-like structures with multiple floors to them. And once you enter a Mystery Dungeon, there's no way out until you traverse all of the floors of the Mystery Dungeon."

"...Okay…" Arian murmured, his brow furrowed in confusion. This, Elvira spotted.

"...I know. I'm probably not explaining it the best. No one really knows how to explain them, though. They're mysteries, enigmas that can't be defined. No one really knows why they're here or what they're for. Perhaps to you, they're mystifying, but...they're a normal part of life here in Ardalion. You'll see for yourself just what they're like."

"...That'll have to be it, I guess. Seeing is believing, after all," the human-turned-Riolu replied.

The two began to walk into a more wooded area. Arian looked around him. The foliage provided some shade from the sun, which made the woods somewhat cooler than outside. But strangely enough, for whatever reason...the trees seemed huge to him. They seemed much bigger than he was used to. Maybe this world has naturally big trees? the Riolu thought to himself. Or...no, wait. I know what it is. Could it be the fact that as a Riolu, I'm just naturally small? Was I bigger than this as a human? If so, then…

Many questions bombarded the mind of the amnesiac human, a great number of which he had no answer for. But he did realise that his thoughtfulness was creating a silence from him, which he felt could create an awkwardness between him and Elvira. Arian didn't want that to happen, so he decided to divert his thoughts towards their mission.

"Are we in the Mystery Dungeon now?" he asked Elvira.

"No. We're definitely in Verdant Woods, but not the Mystery Dungeon itself. You'd know when you are," the Treecko told him. "Hmm...ah! There's the entrance."

Arian looked to where she pointed. Two trees stood dead ahead of them, their canopies hanging overhead. But between them, strangely enough...it was as if they couldn't see clearly beyond the trees. It was like the path ahead had been obfuscated by some kind of shadow.

"What is that…?" he muttered aloud.

"That's the Mystery Dungeon entrance," answered Elvira. "...Once we go in there, there's no turning back until we've reached the exit at the end. You sure you want to go in?"

"Yes." Arian had made his mind up about that. "I want to rescue your friend. Even if I have amnesia, that's not gonna stop me."

"Then let's go."

And with that, the two of them walked forward, into the shadowy woods.

Verdant Woods
1F

Arian couldn't quite describe what happened next. It was as if the moment they passed into the Mystery Dungeon, the surrounding area suddenly altered and changed into something completely different. Next thing he realised, he and Elvira were no longer in any kind of shadowy area, but in some kind of clearing that most definitely did not resemble the path on which they entered the dungeon on.

"Whoa! What?" a baffled Arian remarked. "So this is the Mystery Dungeon, is it?"

"Yes, it is," Elvira confirmed.

"...This is weird. Like, really weird. Wh-What? I mean, how does that even work? What kind of physics exist in this world to make this possible?"

"...You see what I mean when I talked about them earlier?" Elvira reminded. "You're not the first one to be confused by all of this. I was just like you when I first stumbled into my first Mystery Dungeon. It was here, actually. But luckily Dad was around, and he saved me."

"Getting out of here...Oh yeah, you did say something about no turning back, didn't you?" Out of curiosity, the Riolu looked behind him, and was amazed to see just a cover of trees behind him, no entrance to be seen. "Oh...I see what you mean..."

"Let's go, Arian," Elvira said. "The sooner we find Tamara, the better. The problem is...where exactly is she? She could be anywhere in this labyrinth...We're gonna have to search everywhere thoroughly."

Elvira headed straight down the path directly in front of them, with Arian following close behind. They were out of the 'room', and in a 'corridor', as the Riolu labelled them. So this is a Mystery Dungeon... he thought to himself, looking around him. ...It's bizarre, alright. And yet this is considered normal in this world? ...Boy, do I have a lot to get used to.

His thoughts were interrupted when Elvira called out to him.

"There's a wild Pokémon ahead, Arian," she informed him.

"Wait…wild Pokémon?"

"Yes. It's only a Caterpie. I'll deal with it."

Arian watched as Elvira dealt with the Bug-type. She struck it with her tail with Pound. The Caterpie immediately countered with Tackle, but Elvira was barely fazed, and delivered another Pound. That was enough to defeat it, and the bug lay on its side.

"This place is filled with wild Pokémon like that Caterpie there," the Treecko told Arian. "We're gonna have to be on our guard. …Can you fight, Arian?"

"...I guess. If I need to." Arian held up his paws, trying to make fist like motions with them.

"What moves do you know?" asked Elvira

"...Moves?"

"...Oh. You would've forgotten what moves you know," Elvira murmured in realisation. "They're like…special techniques Pokémon can use. Every Pokémon has the ability to use a number of different moves. They're normally dependent on the type of Pokémon you are. You're a Fighting-type, so you'll be quite capable at using physical attacks."

"I'm a...Fighting-type?" queried a puzzled Arian. "...What does that mean?"

"...Ah…" Elvira faltered briefly, realising that explaining basic concepts like moves and types was surprisingly more difficult than she would've thought. As well as that, the thought of rescuing Tamara came to her, and she cast a glance at the Dungeon's entrance.

This, Arian noticed. "...No, let's not think about it," he then decided. "Your friend's more important than me figuring out what 'types' and 'moves' are. My questions can wait."

"Are you sure?" Elvira asked.

"Yes. Besides...maybe I can learn as I go," the Riolu reasoned.

"I suppose this Dungeon is harmless enough that you won't be in too much trouble," the Treecko replied. "...Come on. Let's go."

They continued down the hallway to another room. However, a look around the room revealed no exits.

"It's a dead end," Elvira sighed. "...Well, back to where we started, I guess."

They made their way back from there. A thought came to Arian as they travelled through the labyrinth.

"What does Tamara look like?" wondered Arian, as they started down the corridor. "What species is she? Just so I know who I'm looking for."

"A Pachirisu," Elvira answered. "She's an Electric-type with blue and white fur and a big, bushy tail. Tamara's always been lively and chatty, and a great friend for most of my life. ...But she also has a tendency to rush headfirst into risky situations without calculating just how risky that situation can be. Like right now."

"...How well can she fight?" Arian asked.

"Well...good enough to hold her own," admitted Elvira. "This Mystery Dungeon isn't too difficult. This place would be too much of a handful for her. ...But that's the problem. She hasn't come back yet...and that's presumably what's gotten Flora all stressed."

"So she could be just lost?"

"...Could be. It's not uncommon. Back in the day, when the Guild was still around, a lot of the mission requests would be to rescue Pokémon who'd gotten lost in Mystery Dungeons. It was one of the many ways my dad earned his keep. Still…Tamara's not one to get lost." Elvira frowned. "I hope nothing bad's happened..."

With that ominous thought, the two continued onwards. They found their way to another room, after a long corridor with multiple twists and turns. But at that room's entrance lay a Pidgey, which caught Arian by surprise.

"Ah!" he cried, not expecting the sudden appearance of the bird Pokémon. Instinctively, he launched a self-defensive attack, and struck the Pidgey with a Quick Attack. It returned a Tackle his way, and hit Arian in the stomach. But the Riolu countered with another Quick Attack, which brought down the Pidgey.

"...Not bad, Arian," praised Elvira. "You did alright there."

"...Could have done better," the Riolu replied. "That bird got me in the stomach." A bruise lay in the spot where it had struck.

"Oh dear...Are you okay, Arian?" Elvira asked.

"I think so," Arian assessed. "It's a small injury, nothing serious. Let's keep moving."

The Treecko thought to protest, but ultimately said nothing. They walked on for another bit, the human thinking back to his encounter with the Pidgey. It occurred to him that he definitely used something foreign to him to be able to strike the Flying-type in so quick a manner.

"So...did I use a move back there?" he asked Elvira.

"Yes, you did," she told him. "By the looks of it, it was Quick Attack you used. That's a fairly basic move that most Pokémon learn. I know it too, in fact."

"I see…" Arian murmured. Armed with this new information, he and Elvira continued the search for Tamara.

The two scoured the rest of the floor for the sight of a Pachirisu, and encountered a number of wild Pokémon along the way. They were dealt with in an easy fashion that even the inexperienced Elvira and Arian, who was still getting used to using his moves, could handle.

But they encountered no sign of Tamara. And in the last room that they hadn't searched...there was, oddly enough, in the middle of a forest, a set of stairs.

"What's that doing here?" Arian questioned.

"It's how Mystery Dungeons work," explained Elvira. "There are multiple floors to each Mystery Dungeon, and each one has a similar maze-like structure to it, like what we just went through."

"Wait, so we have to explore more mazes?" Arian cried, groaning afterwards. "Great...just when we got done with that one. At this rate, it'll be nightfall by the time we find Tamara…"

"Well, we can at least say she's not on this floor," Elvira surmised. "So...up we go."

The pair started up the steps.

Verdant Woods
2F

At the top of the stairs was another forest clearing. However, no sooner had Arian stepped off the last step that the stairs suddenly vanished into thin air, and the human found himself looking at a dirt floor.

"...Okay...I guess that's a thing in Mystery Dungeons," he muttered. "And another labyrinth to explore...Say, about that. How many floors does this dungeon have?"

"...Three," the Treecko told him. "Verdant Woods is fairly tame. Some Mystery Dungeons have many times more floors than this one, and are much more dangerous."

"Well, thank goodness for that." Arian was relieved to hear that. "Imagine having to comb ten floors to find Tamara, for instance. Or twenty? Hell, maybe even a hundred!"

"Places like that do exist. There are Dungeons even my dad would never dare tread," Elvira said. "Thankfully Tamara is in here and not in those places. On that note…let's get looking."

And so they searched the labyrinth of the second floor, encountering many more narrow corridors, rooms with a number of different exits, and wild Pokémon. Again, they were taken down with relative ease, though one incident warranted mention.

It was against a wild Wurmple. At one point, it had used String Shot on Arian. The Riolu had been caught unaware, and was completely taken by surprise when the silk wrapped around his legs. Trying to move only led to him falling ungracefully onto his face.

"Agh!" he cried out, trying to get back on his feet with his hands. But he found he couldn't; it was as if the silk had stuck him to the ground. He tried desperately to free himself.

"Hold on, Arian!" Elvira called back. "Take this!" She slammed her tail against the Wurmple, which finished it off. She rushed over to her companion's side. "Oh dear...you've got yourself stuck with the Wurmple's silk."

"Urgh...it's like glue," he complained.

"No kidding," agreed the Treecko. "Wurmple silk is often used in glue around here. It's a good adhesive. ...Perhaps a little too good," she added sympathetically, looking at her partner's predicament. "Here. I'll help you out."

She knelt down and grabbed some nearby dock leaves. She then used them to grab some of the gooey silk that was wrapped around Arian's legs. Water would've aided her, but there was none nearby, so she had to make do. After some prying, Arian was finally unstuck from the ground.

"...Thanks, Elvira," he said gratuitously. "I'm sorry about that…"

"No worries. Though...your fur around your legs is still a bit sticky," she pointed out.

"...Oh God…" he muttered in annoyance when he saw that indeed, his leg fur still contained some of the gooey, sticky residue from the Wurmple's silk.

"...Nothing I can do about that, I'm afraid," Elvira apologised. "You'll need to wash that off when we get to some water."

"...Alright. Anyway...onward with the search," Arian said, taking his mind off what just happened and continuing down the corridor they were in. Elvira quickly followed after him.

But a search of the second floor yielded no Tamara. Arian and Elvira found themselves at the stairs to the next floor.

"Well, no Tamara on this floor," the former surmised. "Shall we head up?"

"Hmm...I hope we didn't miss her," Elvira hoped. "She must be further up. ...Maybe she went all the way to the grove at the end? She wouldn't be incapable of getting there…"

"Then let's go," Arian said, and started up the stairs, with Elvira following him up them.

Verdant Woods
3F

The third floor was much like the others, with the same forested look to everything. However, there was one notable difference that Arian spotted right away.

"Look!" he pointed out. "The stairs are right there. That's convenient."

"Not yet, Arian," Elvira said. "Tamara might be on this floor. Let's search it first. If she's not here, she's in the berry grove."

"...You know, something just occurred to me," Arian voiced. "Should we split up to look for her?"

"No! We shouldn't do that," denied Elvira. "This place is a maze that we could easily get lost in. The last thing we should do is split up. Not to mention, the wild Pokémon could corner us more easily if we were separate. Let's stay together, Arian. We're much stronger as a team."

"...Right. Forget I said anything," mumbled the Riolu, slightly ashamed of his poor idea. He silently followed Elvira down the corridor in front of them.

Another floor, another fruitless search. Though, in a way, it bore fruit, quite literally. A dead end was accompanied by a bush of oran berries, and Elvira picked a few, suggesting they rest for a brief spell. Arian agreed, particularly after he had received a gash from a Pidgey's Peck. The oran berries helped to heal up his wound.

"If only I brought a bag with me," Elvira realised. "Then we could pick these and have them in that berry stew I promised I'd make for dinner tonight."

"Oh yeah..." Arian recalled, remembering what had been said earlier that afternoon.

"I should've brought a bag with me, actually," the Treecko went on. "It never hurts to have a bag of essentials when traversing a Mystery Dungeon. My dad never went on a mission without one. He would always bring the bare essentials with him, such as oran berries, max elixirs, geo pebbles, iron thorns...That was stupid of me to forget," she lightly self-admonished.

"Nothing we can do about that now," Arian said. "Besides, we're on the last floor, and we're doing well. Any luck, and we'll have Tamara out of here by sundown."

"...You're right, Arian," Elvira said, smiling at his optimism. "Come on. Let's go find Tamara and get out of here." She got up and headed out of the room, with Arian following her.

They returned to the room they started in, and found the stairs that took them upward.

Verdant Woods
Grove

Questions immediately arose in Arian's head when he emerged to a location that did not look maze-like in the slightest.

"Are we out?" he asked Elvira, once she had emerged.

"...We're at the end of the dungeon," the Treecko answered. "Just ahead of us is the berry grove. It's the only place we haven't checked yet. If Tamara's anywhere, she's there."

"Well, let's go then," Arian initiated, and he and Elvira made their way down the path before them.

As they did so, Arian couldn't help but take in the natural beauty of the woodland around him. The air was clean, and there wasn't any sign of pollution anywhere. Pure, natural, nearly untouched beauty, this was. Selenia truly is a beautiful place, he thought to himself. I'd love to explore more of it, if it's like this everywhere else in the country.

At that moment, however, the peace and stillness of the alluring forest was shattered by a distressed cry.

"Get away from me, you creeps!"

Arian was ripped from his thoughts by this exclamation. "Someone's in trouble!" he said. "Was that Tamara?"

"It sounded like her," Elvira confirmed. "Come on, let's hurry!"

They hurried further in. As they got closer, they got a view of what was happening.

A Pachirisu was being confronted by two others: a Dark-type Meowth and a Deino. The latter two wore some kind of red band around their arm and foreleg, bearing the insignia of a rose and thorns. They were also speaking in confrontational tones.

"Your family hasn't been keeping up with the rent," the Meowth said. "And when that happens...prices have to be paid."

"We don't have the money!" the Pachirisu protested. "And even if we did, your rents are stupidly high! How can anyone who isn't loaded with cash pay them?!"

"Shut up!" the Deino fired back. "You don't get a say in the matter, wench! Pay up or suffer the consequences!"

"You stop right there!" commanded Arian, choosing this moment to step onto the scene. Behind him, Elvira trailed. The latter was recognised instantly by the Pachirisu.

"Ellie!" she cried out, surprised, but relieved. "You came! Please help me!"

"Don't worry, Tam! We'll deal with these guys!" Elvira called, before turning her attention to the two rogues. In an instant, her face darkened. "Well...if it isn't the Thorned Roses. Of all the people to run into…"

"And just who are you supposed to be anyway?" the Meowth questioned. "A friend of the girl, by any chance?"

"That's no concern of yours," Elvira returned coldly. "Stop harassing Tamara this instant!"

"Who do you think you are to order us about, missy?" the Deino said indignantly. "And you too." He directed this at Arian. "Don't you know who you're dealing with?"

"No, I don't," Arian replied, drawing confused looks from the two ruffians. "I've never heard of you in my life." Probably didn't before the amnesia either, I bet.

"Wait, what? You've never heard of the Thorned Roses?" the Meowth uttered. "Sheesh, do you not get out or what?"

"Tch. Probably just some trash talk," scoffed the Deino. "Don't listen to him, Bruno. This guy's probably some joker with a bag of tricks up his sleeve."

A bag of tricks? I wish, Arian internally snarked. But he held his tongue. "It doesn't matter whether I know you or not," he replied. "Harassing a girl for rent money, alone in the woods like this? Not on my watch!"

"...You think you're some big shot, do you?" the Deino scathingly said. "You wanna play the hero in times like these?"

"...Yes. Yes, I do," Arian responded unflinchingly. "Because someone has to. Selenia's in a pretty bad place now, and someone has to step up to the plate and help out the common man."

"Ha! Big talk, Riolu," disparaged Bruno, the Meowth. "But words won't save you here. Actions are what count!" He unsheathed his claws.

"...Fine then. You want actions?" Arian punched his fists together. "Then we'll give you actions. ...Come on, Elvira," he said, turning to his partner. "Let's knock some sense into these ruffians."

"...Sure." The Treecko didn't sound quite so confident, though. Regardless, she still readied herself.

Both duos gazed at each other, daring each other to make the first move. But eventually, it was Arian who walked slowly towards Bruno, before initiating with a Quick Attack and landing a hit on the Meowth.

"Argh!" the cat cried out. "You got lucky, Riolu. But that was only one hit. Take this!" He launched a Scratch at Arian, cutting the canine with his sharp claws and eliciting a wince from him.

Meanwhile, Elvira landed a Pound on the Deino. In retaliation, the dark dragon snapped back with a Bite, which narrowly grazed the gecko's side.

They mean business, Arian realised. They shouldn't be trifled with, these two. But if we fight hard enough, then...victory will be within our grasp, surely. Just got to keep at it with bringing down these two.

Bruno came at him, claws bared. He brought up his paws, and dashed forward as well.

The Scratch landed, but Arian took the hit, and punched the Meowth as hard as he could. Bruno staggered backwards, clutching where he'd been hit.

"Damn you, mutt," he hissed. He went in to try again, but Arian cut him off with a Quick Attack.

"I can do this all day!" he called to him. Indeed, that was a strange sensation - he didn't feel like he was running short on energy.

Bruno let out an annoyed snarl and went in again. Arian did the same.

He didn't land the hit exactly like a punch - it was more like a swipe. However, this was soon a new discovery for him. His claws suddenly gave off a metallic sheen, and he slashed at the Meowth harder than before.

"Agh!" he cried. "Metal Claw?"

"Metal Claw…" Arian was amazed. Another new move… He shook this thought off for now; he had a battle to win. So he moved in again, and once again, his claws turned metallic and slashed at his opponent.

"Grrr! You're really pissing me off!" growled Bruno, hissing at the wound. "Hey, Vivian! Deal with this fuck for me!"

"Kinda busy myself!" the Deino replied, before breathing a Dragon Breath at Elvira. The Treecko dodged to the side, and struck him again with Quick Attack. "Dammit! You deal with her! You're fast!"

"Urgh! Fine!" Bruno yelled. "You deal with that ball of fur!"

You're one to talk, Arian inwardly snarked. But he adjusted to the changed circumstances and found himself facing the Deino named…

"Vivian?" he asked the Deino. "Did I hear that right?"

"Yeah. And? What's it to you?" huffed Vivian.

"...You are a boy, right?"

"Oh, for the love of - Vivian is not a girl's name!" shouted the Deino, clearly annoyed. "It's unisex! How many times do I have to tell that to everyone?!"

"...Really?" the Riolu queried sceptically.

"Yes, it is!" yelled Vivian, visibly frustrated. "What would you know anyway, you stupid idiot?! You haven't even heard of the Thorned Roses! You're just a wannabe hero with ideas above his station! You don't know a damn thing! You're noth - "

He was interrupted by a Quick Attack from Arian.

"Be quiet, would you?" he remarked. "There's a story there…"

"None of your business! Now shut up!" Vivian roared. He shot forward and Tackled him with great force.

"Oof!" Arian cried, the wind knocked out of him as the Deino's Tackle pushed him to the ground, the Irate Pokémon remaining on him. "Get off me!" he yelled at the Deino, managing to push the dragon off him with a Metal Claw.

"Fuck you!" snarled Vivian, firing Dragon Breath at him. Arian couldn't dodge it in time, and felt the blast of breath.

"Ugh!" He tried to bear it, and struck back with a Quick Attack. The Deino staggered back, his Dragon Breath fizzling out.

Arian happened to take a glance at Elvira's side of the combat. She seemed to be holding her own well enough, with Bruno's irateness carrying over. This time, it was the annoyance of Elvira using Absorb to regain her energy from the wounds he dealt to her.

"You're getting on my nerves, you bitch," growled the Meowth.

"Good. It means I'm doing the right thing," Elvira riposted, before dashing forward with Quick Attack.

She stopped herself from jumping back right away, though, and managed to fire off another Absorb, draining the Meowth's energy.

"Gah!" In retaliation, Bruno used Bite on her, eliciting a cry of pain from the gecko.

"Elvira!" Arian cried. He saw the dark cat move in for another attack. "Oh no, you don't!" He ran forward to defend his partner.

He didn't notice the glowing energy coming from his right paw. As Bruno closed in on Elvira, Arian jumped forward, and slammed his paw against the cat's side. The blow felt powerful, more powerful than the attacks he had been dealing, and satisfying.

"Aaaaaaaargh !" Bruno certainly felt the power behind it, as he was thrown back by the sheer force of it. "Ow, ow, ow…"

"Whoa…What was that?" Arian murmured in wonder.

"Arian!" Elvira snapped him out of his thoughts. "Look out!"

The Riolu looked to his left to see Vivian running towards him in an enraged manner, another Dragon Breath ready to be unleashed. He was about to fire…

…But Elvira cut him off with a Quick Attack, and the Dragon Breath skewed away from its target.

"You hurt Bruno!" Vivian was visibly enraged. "You'll die, furry bastard!" He but Arian moved out of the way in time. That didn't deter Vivian, though; the dark dragon chased him down, intent on great harm.

Hmm… Arian had a thought as he ran from the dragon. Maybe...I could use his anger to my advantage.

He observed Vivian's movements. They were indeed fuelled by his anger, but in turn, Arian noticed that it was clouding his judgement and in turn, was making it harder for him to locate the human and sink his fangs into him. Yes, that's it. Act calm and rational, as opposed to his rage-filled anger. Then perceive his next move…

The Deino unleashed another Bite. However, the rage he felt from Arian's insults of his name caused him to miss his target again.

...And strike.

Arian felt a force build up within his paw. He capitalised on the opening given to him by Vivian and struck him in his side in a hit that he felt was a tad more powerful than what he had been dealing.

"Agh!" Vivian cried in pain. "What the hell? I-I can't move!" He tried to move, but collapsed to his stomach. Elvira capitalised on this with a Quick Attack, weakening him further.

"Viv!" called Bruno, who was struggling after the blow from Arian. "Shit...This ain't good. We're getting trounced...We gotta retreat."

"Retreat? N-No!" refused Vivian. "We can't face Mik like this!"

"I know. But living to fight another day's always more important," Bruno countered. "We need to get away from them."

"Grr...you'll regret this!" Vivian seethed, turning his attention to Arian and Elvira. "You're gonna regret ever making an enemy of the Thorned Roses!"

"Hey! You're not getting away!" Arian yelled, beginning to run towards them.

But at that moment, Bruno produced two spherical objects, and threw them to the ground. Smoke billowed everywhere, making Arian and Elvira cough relentlessly. When the smoke settled, the two were gone.

"Dammit!" raged Arian. "They got away…"

"...Oh well," Elvira said. "At least we managed to overcome them. I almost didn't think we'd be able to. …But you surprised me, Arian."

"Did I?"

"Yes. Especially with your Force Palm. That was the move you used near the end of that brawl," Elvira explained. "That really helped to turn the tide in our favour."

"...I guess it did." Arian looked at his paws. Guess there's a lot of power in this new body of mine. More than I would have thought…

"...Oh! Right!" Elvira suddenly remembered. "Tamara!" She looked around the grove for her friend. "Where are you?"

"I'm right here, Ellie!" The Pachirisu in question stepped out from behind a bush.

"Are you okay, Tam?" the Treecko asked, worried.

"I'm fine!" Tamara assured. "No broken bones, at least. You came at a really good time; if you'd been longer, they almost certainly would've roughed me up. Thanks so much, Ellie."

"...Don't thank me." Elvira grew solemn. "I let my fears of being inadequate get to me again, and I nearly didn't come out here. If it wasn't for Arian…" She looked to the Riolu. "...I might never have come."

"...It's fine, Ellie. It's alright to be scared in times like these," soothed the Pachirisu. " I mean, I was hesitant to come here too, but...I had to find my locket. Plus, I figured it'd be a good place to hide out from the Thorned Roses. ...But they found me anyway. Silly me thinking this was a good hiding place, huh?" she grinned sheepishly.

"Did you find the locket?"

"Sure did!" Tamara held up the item in question. "It was over there." She pointed to a distant berry bush.

"That's good to hear."

"So, Ellie…" A teasing grin came onto the electric squirrel's face. "You wanna tell me about your new boyfriend?" She gestured to Arian.

"Boyfriend?! No!" Elvira immediately rejected. "We only met this morning!"

"Just joking, Ellie. But seriously…who is he?"

"My name's Arian." The human chose to speak for his partner. "Elvira rescued me yesterday, and so I'm staying with her right now."

"You and Ellie fought really well together!" praised Tamara. "Almost like you were a real mercenary team!"

"...Mercenary team?" Elvira sounded nervous as she repeated the words.

"I don't know if we were that good," Arian voiced. "I only came as backup for Elvira, nothing more."

"But you still fought well together! And Ellie…you always said you wanted to be a merc at the Guild when we were kids," the Pachirisu went on. "Now you've got an ideal partner!"

"And Tam…you know I can't be a mercenary anymore," Elvira refuted. "The Guild's a thing of the past, and Mitrofan's intent on keeping it that way. There's no registry anymore, and the closest alternative is joining the knights. And I refuse to go down that path."

"...Hmm…" Arian pondered about this. "...Can I ask a question, Elvira?"

"What is it, Arian?"

"...Do you have to join a guild to be a mercenary? It doesn't have to be that way, does it? Like…is it possible to be a freelance mercenary, maybe?"

"Well…possibly." Elvira considered Arian's question. "It was never viewed as optimal, though, given all the connections you would have if you were a Guild member. And also…being a freelance mercenary's still not a good idea. If you were to go around claiming that in Selenia, the knights under Mitrofan would no doubt clamp down on you."

"...Well, let's not do that. We could do mercenary things and not say we're mercenaries," Arian argued. "That's a solution, isn't it?"

"Mmm…" Elvira still didn't sound sure. Then she recalled what he'd just said, and one detail stuck out to her. "Hold on a minute…'We?'"

"...Yes, us," Arian revealed. "I was thinking…is this the kind of work mercenaries do?"

"...One of the things, yes. There's also finding lost items, cornering outlaws, escorting clients, finding materials…among others," Elvira listed.

"Hmm…if that's the kind of work mercenaries do…then I'm interested," the Riolu said. "It's a way I could be useful in this world, rather than lazing around at your house doing nothing."

"Y-You don't have to look at it that way, Arian," Elvira assured him. "You're welcome to stay at my house for as long as you want."

"I know. But I want to be useful too, y'know? I don't want to be a burden," Arian expressed.

"...I suppose. But what do you mean by 'we'?" Elvira asked, backtracking to an earlier point.

"Isn't it obvious? You and I, on a mercenary team together." Arian gestured between them.

"...Wh-What?!" The Treecko had a feeling that would be what he would say, but she was still shocked all the same. "M-Me?!"

"Yes. You always wanted to be a mercenary growing up, like your mom and Tamara said," Arian reasoned. "But Zenobia's saying you've been having problems with self-esteem. About fearing high expectations of you because your dad was so famous. Being scared that you won't live up to what people expect of you."

"...H-How much did Mom tell you…?" Elvira mumbled in shock. The Riolu had hit most of her fears square on the head.

"If you're frightened of those things…if you're held back by your fears…then I'll have your back," Arian promised. "I'll be there to shoulder those burdens. I won't let anyone say anything bad about you, Elvira. …What do you say?"

Elvira didn't say anything right away. She was still stunned by Arian's offer, but was considering it. I've always wanted to help people like Dad, she thought to herself. And without the Irian Guild, and Mitrofan causing more problems…there are more people than ever in need. They could really use the help of mercenaries…like what Arian's proposing to me. I never pictured this would be how I became one, but…

Even so…is that really what I want now? In this Selenia? There's a real possibility we could be caught, and that would not end well for us. Arian's still naive to how serious the situation is in our country. If we gain a following, in the fashion of Irian Guild mercenaries…then it could very well be our undoing. We've also only done one fight together. That's not enough to say we're a dream team.

"Your offer's convincing, Arian. But…I need time to think it over, and to get an opinion from Mom," she decided to say. "There's a lot to consider."

"Oh…" Arian murmured disappointedly.

"I appreciate the offer, though," Elvira added. "Thanks for looking out for me, if nothing else."

"...You're welcome." The human looked to her, and then to Tamara. "Um, we found Tamara. Will we go?"

"No, not yet." Elvira remembered something else. "You remember how I said we'd prepare a berry stew tonight?" She gestured to the wealth of berry bushes in the grove. "No better time to pick some for it. Maybe replenish our stocks too. Tam, do you have a bag on you?"

"I do, actually." The Pachirisu produced a bag. "It was to collect goodies with. But you can have it, Ellie."

"Thanks." Elvira took the bag from her. "Oh, Arian? There's a pond in the grove. You can use it to wash off the silk on your legs."

"Oh?" Tamara looked and noticed the residue on Arian's legs. "Did a Wurmple use String Shot on you?"

"Yes." The Riolu was embarrassed to admit it. Without a word, he went off to find the pond in question.

"...Well. That happened," Tamara remarked. "He's interesting. I like him."

"...So do I," Elvira admitted. "He's grown on me. Even if I've only known him since this morning."

"How'd you two meet?"

"Well…" The Treecko considered her answer. "I know this might sounded hard to believe, but…" And so she relayed the events of yesterday and that morning to Tamara, even the more unbelievable parts, while they went around picking berries off the grove's bushes. By the end, the Pachirisu was in disbelief.

"What? Arian's…a human?"

"Yes, Tam. That's what I said."

"But that can't be! Humans don't exist! They're mythical!" Tamara replied. "And yet, Arian says he's one?"

"He didn't look like he was lying, Tam. And I doubt he's lying about his amnesia either. He doesn't look to be the lying sort."

"And he has amnesia too?" The squirrel looked sceptical. "It's oddly coincidental. I bet Flora'll pick him apart when we get back to your house."

"She will, knowing her," Elvira replied.

"Who knows? He might have a dark, secret past that you'll have to find out," Tamara joked. "He better not be faking, though. If he is lying to you, then promise to leave him immediately, alright?"

"...I'll keep that in mind." Elvira didn't think that would happen. Still…not impossible.

"I hope he isn't. Because he's a guy. That might be something to think about. Right, Ellie?" Tamara winked at her friend.

"...Oh." Elvira realised what she was getting at. "I'm not looking for him to become my boyfriend, Tam. If we do become a team, love won't have anything to do with it."

"Lame." Tamara pouted. "You're not gonna even try with him? You've been thrown a bone, Ellie! Take it before other girls snap him up!"

"I know you love romance, Tam. But not all merc teams form out of love. And this one will not, if I say yes." Elvira was about to say more, but then she saw Arian come up to them. "Did you wash the silk off?" she asked.

"As much as I could." Arian looked at his legs. "That's as good as it'll get, I think."

"We'll leave, then. This bag's just about full," Elvira informed, showing a fairly bulging bag of picked berries. "There'll definitely be enough for a stew, and more to stockpile for the next few days."

"Yeah, it's good to stock up," Tamara recommended. "Good to get these things and not have to go through the merchants."

"Oh yes…They can be a pain," Elvira replied.

"There was one we found six years ago that was mean as anything," the Pachirisu went on. "He was selling his stuff at rip-off prices. Then my dad - you know how he is - got into this massive argument with him, and before you know it…"

The conversation went on as they made their way out of Verdant Woods. Arian looked over at Elvira, listening intently to her friend's anecdote. He thought back to what she said earlier, about needing further thought on the idea of forming a partnership with him.

I hope she says yes. She's not weak. She can become a mercenary, fulfilling her dream, and I can find a path forward in this world. If we bond together as a team…we might be able to make a difference.

I will shoulder your burdens, Elvira. Please, overcome those fears….

Notes

The term 'mercenary' is essentially this story's version of 'rescue team' and 'explorer' used in previous Mystery Dungeon games. I plan to expand on the lore of the term later on in the story.

Vivian's name was an idea that came to me about a male character whose feminine-sounding and supposedly unisex name would derive mockery from others. I chose Vivian as I feel it's a unisex name that we mainly associate with women these days. Meredith was also a name that came to mind for this, but I ultimately chose Vivian in the end.

I originally wrote this chapter to be longer than this. But it was too long, so I decided to split it into two chapters; this being the first half. The other half will be next chapter.

That's all for now. See you for that other half.

Updates (16/12/22): This is among my string of early chapter updates. Among this chapter's edits were removal of a conversation about evolution's cessation, given that plot point's been thrown in the bin. Also removal of not very subtle nods towards Arian and Elvira's partnership, which is expanded upon in the next chapter. Beyond that, cutting out and restructuring redundant dialogue into something better.

I added something else: the mention of Arian not running short on energy refers to Riolu's Pokédex entries mentioning it to be a Pokémon with high stamina.

Arukona · Oct 15, 2022

Chapter 4
The Comfort of Home

"...And so that's what Electric-types are all about! Fast, fleet-footed, quick - just like lightning itself!" Tamara proudly finished, an eager grin on her face.

"...Okay, I see...So that's what Electric-types are mostly like. ...Remind me: how many types did you say there were again?" Arian asked.

"About eighteen. ...Well, eighteen discovered types at the least. We have a list of them back at home for you to remember," Elvira told him.

"I'll check it out later," Arian promised.

The journey out of the Mystery Dungeon had been one of information to the resident amnesiac. As they were leaving the grove, Arian feared having to go through the Mystery Dungeon again, but Elvira informed him that once at the grove, one could simply walk out of the woods as if the dungeon did not exist. However, to get back to the grove, one had to traverse through the Mystery Dungeon again. Luckily, they were all finished with the Dungeon, anyway.

As they got back to the main road, Arian inquired about types to Elvira. Tamara, who was aware of his amnesia, was all too happy to help explain the classifications of Pokémon to him. After some explanation, the Riolu felt he had a better grasp of the topic.

As that conversation closed, the three exited the woods, and made their way back to the road. Mostly, Elvira and Tamara talked amongst themselves, leaving Arian to observe his surroundings. The green fields, the plethora of trees, the bright blue sea - all of it, he gazed at with wonderment. The view was enhanced greatly by the sun beginning to set, casting the scenery in an alluring orange glow.

This is beautiful, he thought to himself. Nice, rustic, unspoilt...Selenia's a nice country, alright.

"Whatcha thinking about, Arian?" Tamara asked, snapping the Riolu out of his senses.

"Oh! Um...just taking in all of this scenery," Arian answered. "It's beautiful here…"

"...You think? Here's a bit par for the course, really," the Pachirisu remarked. "I mean, it is beautiful, but...there's better. This isn't really anything to write home about in my book. ...Maybe it's because I've lived in it all my life. If I was from a desert land like Alba, I'd probably call this bewitching."

"If this is stunning to you, Arian," Elvira said to him. "You'll probably gawp at most of what Ardalion has to offer. At least from what Dad told me growing up. There's a lot I haven't seen, either…"

"All the more reason for you to become a mercenary duo with Arian, Ellie!" Tamara encouraged. "You'll see lots of places!"

"Like I said, Tam: I need time to think it over at home." Elvira looked down the road. "Not far now."

It wasn't long before the trio found themselves at the small path leading to Elvira's house. They went up the path, and as they approached the house, they saw Flora and Zenobia outside, sitting on the grass and taking in the sunset. Their expressions brightened upon seeing the three of them.

"There you are!" Flora exclaimed. "I was really beginning to get worried...What took you so long?"

"Sorry about that," apologised Elvira. "We had to scour every floor of the place to look for Tamara, and it turned out she was in the grove at the end. That's why we took a while. Plus, there were also some ruffians from the Thorned Roses there, and we had a bit of a skirmish with them."

"Oh dear! Are you hurt, Elvira? Arian?" Zenobia fretted.

"A few cuts and bruises," admitted Arian. "But nothing a few oran berries can't patch up. We're fine, really."

"I also got more berries for us," Elvira said, holding up the sack she had been carrying. "I'll make a berry stew tonight with some of them, and the rest of them we can stockpile."

"Good thinking. It is nearing dinnertime," Zenobia said.

"I'll just put this bag inside. It's, er, quite heavy." Without waiting for a response, Elvira went inside.

"And she's off," Tamara said. "Always keeping herself busy...Does she rest? Is that why she hasn't come out to visit us in a while?"

"Pretty much," Flora answered. "She's been looking after her mom since she broke her leg."

"She worries a lot, and I fear it may not be healthy for her," Zenobia replied. "I'm not incapable of doing things with a broken leg. But she insists on doing everything herself. I don't blame her want to be independent, but…not if it's detrimental to her."

"She could have someone help her around the house, at least," Arian proposed.

"Yeah, like you, Arian," Tamara replied. "Oh, by the way, you two." Flora and Zenobia turned her way. "Arian and Ellie are gonna - "

"Wait, Tamara! Let's not reveal it here!" the Riolu protested. "How about…over dinner, maybe?"

"Oh! Right, sorry," the Pachirisu apologised.

"...You and Elvira are doing something together?" Flora asked. "Hmm…" She sounded sceptical.

"Flora? What's wrong?" Tamara asked.

"A bunch of things, Tam! Like the human part. Explain that." The Petilil turned that on Arian. "What's that all about?"

""Wait, what? H-How do you know that?" the Riolu said, taken aback.

"I told her while you were gone," Zenobia confessed. "She was brimming with curiosity as to just who you were, Arian."

"I was. ...And...not gonna lie, some of the stuff you said sounds a bit ridiculous," Flora admitted. "Like, being a human once? Washing up on the shore just here? Losing your memories? I mean, no offence, but it doesn't exactly sound like the most believable story."

"...It's the truth," Arian replied, sighing inwardly in acceptance that his tale did sound a tad far-fetched. "I promise I'm not lying to you. Please...it's the absolute truth," he pleaded.

His eyes begged her to believe. But Flora still wore a sceptical look on her face, not entirely sure whether to trust the amnesiac or not.

"...Come on, Flora. Why not trust him?" Tamara encouraged. "He helped Ellie all the way through the Mystery Dungeon to help save me, and fought alongside her really well against those thugs. Yeah, his story's a bit patchy. But so what? What if it is real? If it is, then we shouldn't push Arian away."

"Quite right," Zenobia agreed. "Consider his position. He doesn't have anywhere else to go, nor does he have any other contacts because of his amnesia. .Someone like that needs help, Flora. Would you really leave someone in need like that by the wayside?"

"...I...N-No, I wouldn't," agreed the Petilil. "And you did save Tamara and help Elvira, Arian. I guess…I can trust you." She still sounded unsure, though. Arian felt disappointed he couldn't fully get through to her.

However, his thoughts on this were interrupted when Elvira opened the front door.

"Arian," she requested. "How about you help me make dinner?"

"Oh, uh, sure," Arian obliged. "I'd be glad to help." He got up and followed the Treecko inside.

"...They are good partners," Tamara observed. "They'll definitely make a great tea…" She cut herself off in realisation of what she was about to say.

"Make a great…what? Team?" Flora guessed.

"Er, yeah. But that's not important!" the Pachirisu quickly replied. "You heard Arian. Wait till dinner before they reveal it."

"The two of them together?" Zenobia sounded interested. "I'd like to hear it myself. Just what could it be?"

"...I think I'm noticing a pattern with your tastes in berries, Arian," Elvira said to Arian, as the two were preparing the berry stew. As they were doing so, the Treecko decided to cut a small portion off each variety of berry for her soon-to-be mercenary partner to sample. Of the six varieties she had chosen, Arian took quite a liking to the cheri, pecha and oran berries, found the chesto and rawst berries alright, and took a dislike to the aspear berries.

"Do you?" Arian queried.

"Yes. It might only be a hunch, but I think you tend to like the spicy and sweet berries and dislike the sour and bitter ones," Elvira surmised. "So you like spicy and sweet flavours...That's one more thing to write up about you."

"...I see. Well, that's good and all, but...let's not get distracted from making the stew." Arian's attention turned back to the pot, where their stew was bubbling nicely. "It wouldn't be good if it burned."

"No, indeed. In fact…" Elvira looked into the pot. "That's pretty much ready. I'll just taste some to be sure." She took a nearby spoon, and brought the hot mixture to her lips. "...Mmm...it's nice. And definitely ready to eat. You go call the others, while I serve up here."

"Will do," Arian obliged, and left the kitchen to inform the other three of dinner being ready.

Once he'd left, Elvira couldn't help but let her mind wander. Do we make a good team? she thought to herself. Arian's dependable, and listens well. That's what you need in a partner. Hmm… She considered this in the debate in her mind about whether to accept the Riolu's offer, as she laid out five bowls of berry stew on the table..

"...Oh, this smells great!" Tamara chirped, as she came into the kitchen behind Arian, and in front of Flora and Zenobia.

"Indeed, it does," Zenobia agreed. "Elvira's cooking has been rather delicious over the past few weeks. I doubt this will be any different." She took her place at the table, along with the other four Pokémon in the room.

Immediately, Tamara picked up her spoon and took in a mouthful of stew.

"Mmm mmm mmm," she murmured. "This is tasty! Nice job, Ellie! And Arian, too," she added, making sure not to leave out the Riolu.

"It's nothing special," Elvira downplayed. "It's just a regular berry stew with what I picked in the grove in Verdant Woods."

"It's still delicious," Zenobia replied, after trying a mouthful herself. "I meant what I said yesterday, Elvira; you have good cooking skills. It's a good skill to have in life. And you've really honed that craft over the past few years. Even if you have worried yourself too much about me, to the point of doing all the housework yourself."

"It's fine, Mom. I can handle it," defended Elvira.

"But even so…you could use a helping hand. Like Arian. Or…perhaps one of your friends?" the Heliolisk suggested.

"I'd be up for it," Tamara said. "Especially, because…you know." She gestured to Arian and Elvira. "Come on, you two! Now's the time to reveal it!"

"Now this, I'm curious about. What exactly are you two planning?" Zenobia asked curiously.

"Well…" Elvira paused, considering her words. "...After rescuing Tamara from Verdant Woods, Arian proposed something to me. He wants to form a partnership with me, helping people in need, finding lost items, gathering materials…that sort of thing. Essentially, being mercenaries in all but name."

"Mercenaries?" That caught Zenobia's attention.

"Yes, Mom. And I'm torn over it. On the one hand, I want to help people, especially now that there's more people than ever that need help. And I'd be doing what Dad always wanted me to do, only without the Guild part. But on the other hand…there's a very real possibility we could be found out. As well as that…" She looked over at Arian. "...You're a good person, Arian. But we haven't done enough together as a duo to say we necessarily have good chemistry."

"...I see what you mean." The human couldn't hide the hint of disappointment in his voice. "You don't have to accept it if you don't want to. It's perfectly alright if you say no."

"I want another opinion." Elvira turned back to her mother. "What do you think of it, Mom?"

"Hmmm…" Zenobia considered what she'd been told. "This is most interesting. Mercenaries in all but name? …That could work. I do understand why you're worried, of course, Elvira. But…I think you should accept Arian's offer. To become what you want to be, and to have a partner of your own. Sometimes that's the most difficult part of starting a team. Not every team could be like your father and Melchior."

"Melchior?" That was a new name to Arian.

"Melchior was the partner of Kallias. The two of them worked together on missions, and were among the greatest of companions," Zenobia explained.

"They were amazing," Elvira continued, the shine in her eyes returning. "My dad and Melchior were two of the greatest mercenaries that Ardalion has ever seen. There are probably very few people who don't know who they are. They're that famous. They're also one of the only mercenary teams that have ever reached Grandmaster Rank, which is the greatest achievement a mercenary can ever hope to have. We still have the honours in the cellar, don't we, Mom?"

"We do. Your father was a humble man, but there were times he was willing to make an exception for an extravagant occasion," Zenobia replied. "Achieving Grandmaster Rank was one of those times. Few things rivalled the pride in his eyes when he received it. To think it's been seven years already…time does fly."

"Grandmaster Rank? What's that?" Arian wondered. "Sounds extra special."

"It is. Mercenaries operated by rank, starting with Normal Rank and ending with Master Rank. But only a few have ever achieved Grandmaster Rank. You'd have to do something super exceptional to have even half a chance at achieving it," Elvira answered.

"I see. …But that ranking system wouldn't really apply to us, though, would it? Because we'd be unofficial."

"...I suppose. But if I accepted, I wouldn't want fame and glory. If we did that, Mitrofan and his lackeys would be onto us pretty quick. Besides, helping people comes first."

"That's fine. I can live with that. …So, will you do it?" Arian asked.

"I think you should, Elvira. It would be good for you," Zenobia encouraged. "You were always ambitious growing up. I'd hate to see those dreams become unrealised. At least this way, you can still go some way towards being a mercenary. It's the spirit of the job that matters, not the title itself."

"It's not like you'll have a shortage of people to help," Flora brought up. "There's a lot of people in town that could use a helping hand or two."

"Plus…it would do wonders for your self-esteem," the Heliolisk went on. "It would help you be more confident, and you would become stronger from traversing through Mystery Dungeons, mercenary-style. Who knows? Maybe taking this on would finally allow you to evolve. I know you've been feeling down about yourself lately. But hearing praise and thanks from others would give you the boost of confidence you need for yourself."

"Yeah, come on, Ellie!" Tamara said. "You don't smile as much these days. And you were always happy as a kid, talking about your dad and how you really wanted to be come this super famous merc. Now's the time! Arian's thrown you a bone! Take it!"

"I…" Elvira still felt unsure about whether to make this leap. There was still a lot that could go wrong if she went down this path. And certainly, even debating this in her mind, those fears spoke to her loud and clear.

But hearing the encouraging words from her mother and her friends put a new perspective on it, reminding her of her childhood ambitions. She always remembered the confident look of her father, proudly regaling stories of his exploits as a mercenary to her whenever he came home. He was a happy man, Dad. Maybe…I could be happy too, if I accepted Arian's offer.

He said he'd look out for me. She looked over at her prospective partner. I'm still unsure. Still afraid of all that's out there. But partners look out for each other. And maybe that's what I've needed all this time: someone to shoulder my burdens and listen to my troubles, who isn't just Mom.

I've needed someone else. On my own, I've just...remained paralysed by my anxiety and fear of the unknown. ...A mercenary's meant to be fearless and laugh in the face of danger, but...I...I could barely get over these simple fears of mine…

But no more. A determined look crossed her face. I can't let this opportunity slip me by. Too many times in the past have I baulked and held myself back over my fears. But I won't let them anchor me any more. She took a deep breath, and announced her decision.

"I accept your offer, Arian."

"Oh, that's great!" the Riolu cheered. "I knew you'd say yes in the end. Your mom said that all you needed was just a push in the right direction. I had a feeling this might've been it."

"Thanks for it. Maybe that was all I needed. And thanks to you all too," Elvira said to the other three. "I'm glad to hear your feedback."

"No thanks necessary. We're glad to help," Zenobia replied. "It's only natural for a mother to want the best for her child."

"And the same for friends too!" Tamara chirped. "We want you to be happy as well, Elvira."

"And we have problems in town that need solving," Flora added. "With that brute Hinnerk and the Thorned Roses ruling the roost in Ozerograd, things haven't been easy for us in town. We could use some help in knocking them down a peg or two."

"There's that name again," Arian pointed out. "The Thorned Roses...who are they? I remember you said those two rogues we fought were a part of them, Elvira."

"I did say that," Elvira recalled. "...The Thorned Roses are the name of a gang. When Mitrofan rose to power in Selenia, it didn't take long for him to establish his control across the country. An ally of his, Hinnerk, took over Ozerograd - that's the town nearest to us, and quite a major town in Selenia - and now rules the area with an iron fist. He created this gang known as the Thorned Roses, who effectively help him to keep his power in check."

"They're a bunch of bullies, that's what!" Tamara voiced angrily. "They charge us sky-high rents in the town, far greater than the previous lord used to charge. But worse than that, there are regular cases of intimidation from them to us as we go about our daily business. You know what I mean, right, Flora?"

"...One of them checked me out one day," Flora said, her lip curled in revulsion. "Disgusting. You couldn't pay me to go out with one of them."

"I've heard more sinister things as well," Zenobia brought up. "Some people have mysteriously vanished from the public eye after confronting the Thorned Roses. In town, and in the surrounding countryside as well."

"That's right." Tamara's face grew serious. "Dad even knew a few of them. Some of them couldn't pay their rent. Other ones crossed Hinnerk personally. They just disappear, like they were never there to begin with."

"Wait, what? I was thinking they were just some gang," Arian replied, not expecting this part from Tamara. "You mean they abduct people? Do you think they…murder them?"

"...They might well do," murmured Elvira. She looked discouraged.

"Oh dear…I didn't realise," the Riolu mumbled glumly. "But…that doesn't mean we shouldn't help the townsfolk. Like Tamara said, they would appreciate any kind of help right now."

"Agreed. They come first. I hate to say it, but kicking the Thorned Roses out of town is a distant dream at the moment," Elvira admitted, downcast. "I want them gone too, but we must know our limits in what we can accomplish. We're only beginners in this, after all."

"Right." Arian looked down in disappointment.

"...Hey, come on, you two," Tamara encouraged, seeing their downcast expressions. "Don't get down in the dumps. Us townsfolk are stronger than you think. We've tolerated them for a good five years now. We can resist those brutes for a good while longer. Someday, their end will come. Don't allow them to stomp on your dreams."

"You're right, Tam," Elvira replied. "We can't let fear keep us down. That's what they'd want."

"Maybe we can get to the bottom of that mystery," Arian suggested, mind still on the mysterious vanishing of people. "If we work together, we might be able to see just what's happening underneath the surface."

"Agreed. That can't go on. We need to put a stop to them." Elvira turned to Arian, and held out her hand. "Together?"

"Together."

They shook. The handshake was a strong, confident one; and for Elvira, it brought on a great sense of relief and satisfaction. After years of hesitancy, she was ready to move on and make the first step her dad always wanted her to make.

"...Are we all finished?" Elvira suddenly asked, changing the subject back to dinner. Looking around at the table, everyone's bowl had been just about licked clean, and the pot was similarly running on empty. "Okay. I'll clean up here."

"Let me help," Arian volunteered. "You said we mightn't have enough teamwork chemistry. Let's get around to fixing that."

"...You have a point. Thanks, Arian." With that, Elvira went to the washing basin, followed by her new partner.

As they were washing the plates, Arian looked out the window.

"It's getting pretty dark out there," he noted, and indeed it was; the evening sun had mostly set, and it was now twilight. Night was soon to follow.

"Oh, it is," Elvira noted, looking out herself. "...Travelling at night's perilous. You two shouldn't go back to town tonight. Especially given what we just talked about. Stay with us instead."

"Sure!" Tamara accepted. "It's been ages since we last had a sleepover. Let's talk about girl things in your room when we're done, Ellie!"

"...I'd be up for that." A small smile crossed the Treecko's face.

"There's extra bedrolls in the guest room," Zenobia mentioned. "Arian, could you get them when you're done?"

"Sure thing," Arian said, as he finished cleaning a bowl. "I'll do it now, actually. We're pretty much done." With that, he marched off to the guest room.

"We'll wait for you, Ellie," Tamara said, before she and Flora went down to Elvira's room, leaving the Treecko and her mother alone.

""...Hey, Mom?" Elvira said.

"Yes, dear?"

"...I never thought about it until now, but...I'm very lucky." She scooched closer to her mother. "I'm lucky to be surrounded by so many helpful people. Flora, Tamara, Arian, you...you've all helped me so much today. I really don't deserve all this…"

"Hush, Elvira." Zenobia pulled her only child into a hug. "Don't think thoughts like that. Just promise me one thing. Promise me that when you become a mercenary, you never forget the kindness that can be mustered by people out of reciprocity. If you are kind to others, they will return that kindness. Your father knew this all too well."

"...Okay, Mom. I'll remember that," Elvira promised. She remained in her mother's embrace until Flora and Tamara had finished cleaning and turned to see the mother and daughter hugging one another.

"D'aww," Arian remarked. "That's cute. You two are really close, aren't you?"

"We are. And I wouldn't want it any other way," Zenobia replied. "What mother wouldn't love her daughter? Any that would treat their children cruelly have no heart."

Arian couldn't help but notice her tone to be a tad peculiar, as if she spoke from experience. He wanted to inquire, but thought better of it.

"I love you, Mom," Elvira hugged her mother tighter.

"And I love you too, Elvira." Zenobia leaned down to give her daughter a kiss. "Now then. I wouldn't keep your girls' night with Flora and Tamara waiting. I would also like to speak with Arian."

"Okay. Night, Mom!" The Treecko left the kitchen.

"Night, Elvira," Arian said to her as she left. He then turned to Zenobia. "...So, uh. What did you want to speak to me about?"

"You are to be Elvira's partner from tomorrow," the Heliolisk began. "As her mother, I want you to look after her for me. I want to be a good partner for her, to listen to her woes, to be by her side, and never to abandon her. I know my daughter well - she is of a sound mind and knows the difference between right and wrong. But she can be overly stoic, and keep silent about issues that eat away at her. ...I still remember when her father disappeared. She barely spoke a word to me in the weeks that followed, and even once her initial sadness faded, she still mostly kept her problems to herself.

"The biggest problem for her was what she's been telling you; she was conflicted about following in her father's footsteps. But she kept those issues to herself for the first few years, and it took her some time before she spoke to me in length about her inner turmoil. ...That attitude of bottling things up inside...It isn't healthy, and I fear it may carry on into her life as a mercenary."

"I see. Well, don't worry. I'll try and get her to open up more," Arian promised. "Communication's a good thing for a team to have, right? I'll work on that."

"And the same with you too, Arian," Zenobia went on. "Don't hide your own emotions from Elvira. Confide in her as you want her to confide in you. With time, hopefully Elvira will become more open and willing to share secrets with you."

"You don't have to worry, Zenobia," the Riolu said. "I'll look after Elvira for you."

""Thank you, Arian." Zenobia bent down slightly, and as best she could, pulled the amnesiac into a hug. "...I always wanted Elvira to have another companion. A sibling, to be specific. It's a shame Kallias and I could never manage another beyond her. And with him gone, Elvira's the only proper family I have left. If something happened to her, I…I don't know what I would do..."

"Don't worry. I'll keep Elvira safe. I promise," he pledged, a determined look on his face.

"...You are too kind. Elvira was truly lucky to find someone like you on that beach." Zenobia, after saying this, released her grip on the embrace with Arian. "Well, Arian, what will you do now this evening?"

"...I might go to bed," Arian replied. "Today was a long day, and I learned a lot of new things." A yawn escaped him after saying this. "Yeah...definitely a long day…"

"That's fine. I'll be reading in the sitting room if you need me," Zenobia informed. "Call if you need anything." She then headed out of the room with her crutches aiding her all the way.

Arian headed to the guest room, where he had woken up that morning. He got into the bed, and pulled the covers over him. He was tired and ready to go to sleep, but at the same time, his mind was on tomorrow.

There's a lot of bad stuff out there, by the sounds of it. These Thorned Roses and their disappearing acts, and beyond that, Mitrofan and his knights. Probably more beyond that. But…whatever struggles come to Elvira and I...we'll confront them together.

Together...as a team.

Soon, the amnesiac human was fast asleep.

Little was he aware...of the events that were to precipitate in his life in this world, beginning from tomorrow.

Notes

I originally wrote this as part of Chapter 3. But owing to its prodigious length as a result, I decided to cut it in two. And here's the second half.

Update (16/12/22): Early chapter updates. Removal of dialogue I felt was long winded, irrelevant, redundant and/or obvious and said already, and better execution of dialogue this time. Also made the Thorned Roses more sinister this time around. This, specifically, is the chapter where Elvira and Arian decide to become a team. Before, it was last chapter and that made this chapter feel mostly like filler.

That's all for now. Thanks for reading.

Arukona · Oct 15, 2022

Chapter 5
Starting Out

The next morning…

So...that's really me now.

Arian stared into the mirror located in the guest room in Elvira and Zenobia's house in contemplation.

It was not long after he woke up. But he didn't get out of bed immediately; rather, he lay under the covers for some minutes, wondering if all he had experienced yesterday was all but a dream. It did surely seem like something out of a fairy tale. Transforming into a blue-furred dog-like creature that could sense the emotions of others? Meeting magical, inhuman creatures that could talk? Being capable of techniques like turning his claws metallic and unleashing a palm attack that could paralyse his enemies? And now planning to become a mercenary of all things? It all sounded right out of the pages of a fantasy novel.

And yet he woke up in that same room again that he'd woken up in yesterday. And when he pulled back the covers...he saw that he was indeed still a Riolu.

Seeing this, he came to a conclusion.

This is no dream.

He got up after this, and looking out of the window of the guest room, he could see that daybreak hadn't been long ago. It sounded quiet in the house, and therefore Arian presumed that the other four who slept in the house last night were not yet awake.

That meant the amnesiac human had time to kill.

He considered reading a book from the bookshelf in the room, or from the much more abundant bookshelf in the sitting room. But one look at the vanity table located in the guest room made up his mind for him. Specifically, it was the mirror he wished to look at.

And so Arian walked over to the vanity table. He stood on the stool in front of it, which gave him enough height to gaze into the mirror.

A blue-and-black furred canine stared back at him.

He blinked. It blinked. He moved his right arm. It moved its left arm. He held his left paw up. It held its right paw up.

It was absurd. It was bizarre, to look into the mirror and not see a human. To not see himself. Whatever I looked like before this.

"Ah, Arian. There you are."

"Hm?" Arian looked over his shoulder. "Oh, morning, Zenobia."

"And a good morning to you too, Arian," the Heliolisk returned, crutches by her sides. "You're up early."

"I just woke up myself," Arian told her. "I haven't been awake for too long."

"Nor have I. …What are you doing?" she asked.

"Oh, I'm just…" The human looked back at the mirror. "...Still getting used to this new image of mine."

"You poor thing," Zenobia expressed sympathetically. "Being taken from your loved ones into a land where no one knows you, and to be inflicted with amnesia on top of it all...I can't be sorry enough for your situation, Arian."

"It's alright, Zenobia," Arian assured. "In fact...call me weird if you wish, but I don't really feel sad over losing my memories. Not any more, at least."

"You don't?"

"...I mean, I was a bit upset and panicked at first, but...now I'm not that torn over it. At the very least, I have a new name, and I'm going to have a job to do from today. So...my situation could definitely be worse. I'll hopefully have a firm place in this world before long."

"...I see. ...But do you not want to find out who you once were?" Zenobia wondered. "If I had amnesia, I'd think I would do anything to find that out."

"...I suppose I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious," the Riolu admitted. "Looking in the mirror now...I do wonder. What did I look like before I transformed into a Riolu? I'm racking my brains, but...I don't remember anything. ...Come to think of it, I'm not even sure I remember what a human looks like."

"You don't even remember that? ...Oh dear…" murmured Zenobia worriedly.

"I wonder, though…" Arian pondered. "...Does it really matter?"

"...What do you mean, Arian?"

"My memories...Does it matter whether I regain them or not?" the amnesiac mentioned. "Elvira said there aren't any humans in Ardalion. So by that logic, I must not have come from Ardalion in the first place. Somewhere else...a different land...maybe even a different world," he mused.

"A different world. ...Surely not, Arian. You might be overthinking this."

"...Maybe I am. But...what I want to say is that...whether I like it or not, here I am, ready to establish a new life in this world. I...could have been dealt a much worse hand. But I have some degree of power in my moves, and I have a good friend in Elvira. It's a good place to start."

"...I suppose you have a point. Though, it's strange. Your story, it almost sounds like…" Zenobia drifted off.

"Like what?"

"...Forgive me. It's probably just a coincidence," Zenobia shut down. "But I'm surprised you're so willing to embrace your new body just like that."

"...Maybe I'm silly. Maybe it's just bluster," Arian replied. "But I want to go with the flow, you know? If this is where my life is headed, into this strange world…" Arian grinned while punching his fists together. "Then bring it on."

"That is a positive way of looking at it," observed the Heliolisk. "...It's almost enviable. Some could learn a lot from you."

"Thanks, Zenobia. …I do hope I'm not being overconfident here," he said. I don't really know much about this world beyond Verdant Woods. Of course, I will know in the days ahead. But for now, it's kind of just me hoping things will work out for the best. I'm still trying to adjust to this." He pointed at the mirror. "It's still weird to think that's me."

"It must be unusual. Then again…it might be similar to evolution, where one has to get used to a new body again," Zenobia said. "How are you about walking? You seemed fine yesterday evening,."

"I'm fine for the most part," the Riolu answered. "I still have some slight difficulty, but I've mostly got the gist of it. I don't have to use Elvira as a crutch, at least," he said, recalling when he first got up yesterday.

The mention of the Treecko suddenly reminded him of her. "Speaking of Elvira, is she up yet?" he asked Zenobia.

"Not yet, I don't think," the Heliolisk replied.

"It's just…I'm feeling peckish. It is breakfast time, after all." Arian hopped down from the stool. "Hmm…maybe I could give making porridge a go."

"That would be nice of you. Shall we head to the kitchen?"

And so the two headed to the kitchen, Zenobia's crutches clicking all the way there. When they arrived, the fire was lit, and Arian prepared the porridge. Zenobia, meanwhile, prepared some berry juice and honey, which Arian mixed into the porridge.

A few minutes later, it was ready and served up. Arian sampled some of it.

""Mmm...delicious," Arian remarked, upon sampling the porridge. "I like the flavour of the juices and honey. It makes it quite sweet."

"I don't normally go for sweet options, but I felt like doing things differently this morning," Zenobia replied. I felt like treating Elvira, as a reward for finally getting over her fears. And it's also a treat to you, for helping her overcome those hurdles."

"...Thank you, Zenobia," Arian said in response, as he returned to eating his porridge.

It was nice enough that the Riolu chose to take seconds, gladly allowed by Zenobia. During the eating of his second serving, Elvira came into the room, followed by Flora and Tamara.

"Ah...the sleeping beauties arise at last," Zenobia remarked. "Good morning, Elvira. Good morning, Flora and Tamara."

"Morning, Mom. Morning, Arian," Elvira returned. "Sorry we're up so late."

"Late? We're perfectly early…" mumbled Tamara, before letting out a yawn. "It's way before my wake up time…"

"That's your loss," Flora replied critically. "Besides, it was you keeping the conversation going most of the night. You only have yourself to blame for being tired. And now your sleeping in means that we're late to breakfast. ...There's still some left, right?"

"Of course there is," Zenobia informed.

"Great." The three girls then took their places at the table. Each took a bowl of porridge and tasted it. After this, all of their faces lit up.

"This...is really good," commented Flora. "Who made this?"

"I did," Arian said. "With a little help from Zenobia."

"It's really nice! I love how sweet it is!" Tamara praised.

"Mmm. I had a feeling it was you," Elvira said, after sampling some. "Mom's porridge tastes different. I should know; I grew up with it."

"Thanks, guys." Arian felt flattered at the praise.

"So…I've a question for Zenobia," Flora asked. "Do you need to be looked after?"

"Not all the time," the Heliolisk answered.

"Well, there you go, Elvira," the Petilil said to her friend. "You don't have to be all paranoid about your mom like you were. I mean, we haven't seen each other for weeks…"

"Yeah…sorry about that," apologised Elvira. "And sorry if I've been a bit patronising in the last few weeks, Mom."

"...Don't worry about it, Elvira. It's proof you care for me. ...At least now I know how you feel when you say I'm too overbearing," she added, with a mirthful chuckle.

"Yeah," agreed Elvira. "...But you might still need help with some things. And I won't be here all the time to help you."

"And that's where we come in!" Tamara interjected. "Flora and I'll look after your mom while you're away doing merc stuff. We could even just call into her once a day to see how she's doing, and maybe stock up on supplies if you're low on any."

"Thanks, you two. Granted, we'll be staying close to home, so all this might not be necessary. Still, I appreciate it." Elvira smiled. "You're good friends, both of you."

"Aw, thanks, Ellie!"

"...Yeah. Thanks."

Soon, the pot of porridge was empty. It was left on the countertop, with Zenobia promising she would clean it later.

"So...I presume you two will be going into town, then," the Heliolisk said, looking at Arian and Elvira.

"The four of us, actually," Elvira corrected. "Flora and Tamara will be coming with us."

"Yeah, we've gotta get home," the Pachirisu added. "It's been great staying here and all, but our parents are probably worried about us. We should get back to them."

"I understand. I won't keep you for much longer, then," Zenobia said. "But before you leave, there is something I would like you to have, Elvira. And Arian, too."

"For us? ...What is it?" Elvira asked.

"Follow me," Zenobia requested, and the Riolu and Treecko did so. The Heliolisk made her way to her room, and over to the wardrobe. She reached to the top compartment, while keeping herself steady on one crutch, and pulled out an item of fabric that made Elvira gasp slightly.

Specifically...it was a bag. A bag...not unlike what an average mercenary might have.

"Is this...for us?" Elvira asked.

"...Yes, it is," Zenobia answered. "I began knitting it for you some time back, and only finished it up recently. Even if you decided not to become a mercenary, you could at the very least use it as a carrier bag for other purposes. ...I knitted a similar bag for your father, as a gift for his hatch-day many years ago. He got a great amount of use out of it."

"Yes, I remember…" Elvira stared at the bag, slightly mesmerised by it. "Thanks so much for this gift, Mom."

"No problem. And there's something else I have to give you," Zenobia went over to the vanity table in the room, and pulled out a slip of paper. Elvira took it from her, and read what was written on it.

"A cheque?" she realised. "For...1,000 Poké?"

"Consider it a starting advance," Zenobia explained. "Your father kept savings for you, when you would embark on the path to being a mercenary. There's more in the bank - but do be aware that it hasn't been topped up since your father disappeared five years ago. So be careful how you spend it."

"Dad...really did all that for me?" Elvira said, feeling a twinge of emotion in her heart. "...Oh, bless him...He's the best father in the world. You and him are the best, Mom. You're the best parents I could have hoped for…" She opened her arms and embraced her mother.

"...Thank you, sweetie." A grateful smile was present on the Heliolisk as she hugged her daughter back. "It means the world to me that you think that...no matter how many times you say it."

"Anytime, Mom." Elvira took the bag and began to walk out of the room. "We'll get to the bottom of the Thorned Roses' shenanigans. …Come on, Arian. Let's go."

"Be safe," advised Zenobia. "The Thorned Roses will be at every corner in town. Do keep your guard up when you're looking for clues."

"I'll be careful, Mom," assured Elvira. "I'll see you later."

"...Take care."

And so, the foursome left. Zenobia watched them go from the front doorstep, and waited until they disappeared into the distance. Once they did, she let out a breath she didn't realise she was holding.

I hope I haven't made a wrong decision in encouraging her at a time like this, she mused. If the Thorned Roses find out what they're up to, she'll be in a world of hurt. My dear Kallias, if you can hear me... She looked up at the blue sky to the heavens above.

...Watch over our daughter. Please keep her safe.

Meanwhile, on the road to Ozerograd, the group of four were chatting amongst themselves.

"So what's on the cards for you when you return to town?" Elvira asked her two friends.

"...Probably just check up on Mom and Dad, and help run the shop," Flora answered. "Basically going back to what I've been doing."

"What shop is it?" Arian wondered. "...Just out of curiosity."

"...It's a florist's," the Petilil replied. "It's kinda small, though, and we don't really get many customers. ...Especially now. The Thorned Roses really have slowed what little customers we've had."

"...A shame," murmured Elvira. "...Maybe we should call in sometime, and help your business."

"...That would be appreciated. Mom and Dad would like to see you too. Do come by sometime. ...Well, when you have money, of course." Flora looked over at the cheque in Elvira's hands.

"I'll pop in between clue-hunting, don't worry," the Treecko promised. "When we get to town, we'll ask around and maybe see if anyone needs help with anything a mercenary would handle."

"There'll be something," Tamara assured. "There's always something. Regular people shouldn't have to brave Mystery Dungeons for items precious to them…" She held onto her locket as she said this. "We've enough to worry about without the Thorned Roses breathing down our necks."

"How bad are they?" Arian wondered.

"...You'll see," Elvira darkly alluded. "We're not far from town. You'll see when we get into town," Elvira told him. "Speaking of which, we're not too far away. When we climb this hill, we'll look down upon it," she indicated, pointing to a small incline in front of them.

"...How about I race you up there?" the Riolu challenged, a slight grin on his face.

"...You know what? Challenge accepted," Elvira responded. "Okay, when I say go. One...two...three...go!"

The two of them sped off, both running up the hill. The sight was watched by Flora and Tamara, the latter of whom was smiling brightly at the Riolu and Treecko.

"I'm telling you. They're gonna fall for one another some day," the Pachirisu betted. "...Hey, Flora. Let's do the same!"

"No," Flora flatly denied. "We're not in a big hurry. I'm not tiring myself out for nothing."

"...Fine. Have it your way," pouted Tamara, and walked alongside her friend up the incline. When they reached the top, they came across Arian and Elvira, both panting slightly and chatting with one another about what just transpired.

"...So you won, then," Arian panted.

"Well, Treecko are known for being light and agile," Elvira replied. "That's to be expected. But I'd say if we had a longer race, you'd probably win. I read once that Riolu are very capable in regards to fitness, and usually have tons of stamina."

"...Really?" Arian looked down at his small, yet supposedly athletic body. "...I never would have guessed this body of a Riolu would be so capable…"

"Well, you are a Fighting-type. They're typically known for their physical capabilities," elaborated Elvira. "And Riolu are no exception."

"...I see." The human then looked out at the scene from the top of the hill, and the view fixated his attention. "...Also, sorry to change the subject...but wow, that view is beautiful."

The top of the hill offered a commanding view of the landscape ahead of them. Distant drumlins with forests provided an unusual yet interesting aesthetic to the Selenian landscape. Closer to them, Arian was surprised to see a lake lower down, an irregular shape of blue upon the green fields below. And some distance from the lake lay a number of buildings, which Arian could instantly pick out to be a town of some kind.

"Is that Ozerograd?" he asked.

"Yes," came Elvira's answer. "It's only a few minutes away now. Though remember: be on your guard for the Thorned Roses. ...That reminds me, I nearly forgot. We'll have to pay a toll in order to get into town."

"Oh. Do we?" Arian's shoulders slumped.

"Yes, annoyingly." Flora's contempt was plainly visible. "Squeezing bastards...They just do it to wage their superiority over us. Oh, what I wouldn't give to tear them a new one…"

"Right, Flora, we get it," Tamara interjected, as if to prevent the Petilil from ranting further. By the familiar look in the Pachirisu's eyes, they had been through this song and dance before. "Besides, there's another way into town where you don't have to pay the toll."

"Is there?" Elvira asked.

"Yes. But it's meant to be a secret," replied Tamara, in a more hushed voice. "I know where it is. Just follow me."

The four walked along the main path for a bit longer, before entering a wooded area. It was here that Tamara beckoned the others to veer off the beaten track, and through some grassy and overgrown lands. It was the kind of terrain that looked as though it would be very muddy in wet weather. But it didn't appear as though it had rained in the last while, for there was little mud, and when any of the four stepped on fallen vegetation, it would crack dryly.

At one point during the trek, Arian caught a worried look in Elvira's eyes. Hm? What's this about? Is Elvira alright? he pondered. But if the Treecko was worried, she said nothing of it, and pressed onwards, following Tamara's lead.

Eventually, they arrived at a small clearing in the woods. Elvira looked around her, but saw only trees and vegetation.

"I don't see anything," she said.

"Obviously not," Flora replied. "It wouldn't be much of a secret if it was out in the open, would it? We have to keep it secret, so the Thorned Roses don't know we're bypassing their toll payments."

"Wait, Flora, you know about it?" Elvira queried.

"Of course I do," came the Petilil's answer. "But no more questions until we get in, please. We don't want anyone overhearing us."

"...Right," Elvira acknowledged.

Meanwhile, Tamara had gone over to beside the base of one of the trees, where an amalgamation of branches and grass lay. Arian couldn't help but think at first that something was off about it. It was as if it was somehow an unnatural formation, as if the process of nature had not created it.

His suspicions were confirmed when Tamara pushed the grass back...revealing a hidden passage underground.

"See?" she pointed out to everyone.

"Oh wow," Elvira said, blinking in surprise. "I see. Does this take us into town?"

"Yep! Now come on, get in quickly," urged Tamara.

"I'm coming," Elvira said, and moved toward the passage. She allowed her friends to enter first. She held up the entrance to allow Arian to follow, but he denied it.

"Ladies first," he said. "You go ahead of me. I'll close it behind us."

"Thank you, Arian," Elvira replied, before entering the passage. The Riolu checked one last time to make sure they weren't being followed, before closing the entrance behind him, making sure none of the outside could be seen from inside. Doing so did rob what little light the passage had, though. This wasn't a problem for Arian, though; he found he could see just fine despite the darkness.

"Is it closed?" Tamara asked from the front.

"Yes," came Arian's response.

"Good. Let's go."

And so they made their way to the small, dark tunnel. The ceiling was very low, and all four had to crawl through it. It was notably dirty too, and Arian couldn't suppress a slight grimace at the dirt that was accumulating on his fur.

He had another problem too. He was the biggest of the group of four, meaning that the tunnel was slightly tight for him. While it wasn't a massive problem, there were one or two occasions on which he got stuck, and had to breathe in and wriggle to get out of it.

During the crawl, the conversation between Elvira and Flora continued.

"So...coming back to what you said earlier, Flora. How do you know of this tunnel?"

"Tam told me," Flora replied. "She said it was a good way to get to the other end of town without having to pay the toll. So I began using it only recently. It has helped when it comes to gathering berries in Verdant Woods. Normally, Tam and I would do them together."

"...How long's it been here?" Elvira wondered. "It doesn't look like an ancient passage. It looks like it was built recently."

"Yes, it was," Tamara answered. "It was built not too long ago by my dad. Jobs have been pretty light for him, and he wanted to avoid paying the toll. So he dug a tunnel to the other end of town so we could go there easier. It took a lot of work, but it's worked well for us. It's made my life much more pleasant."

"...You call crawling through a tunnel pleasant?" muttered Flora.

"Hey, would you rather waste your money and have to deal with those Thorned Roses creeps?" Tamara countered. "I know which one I'd sooner leap for."

"...I guess so," replied the Petilil. Still doesn't make me any less dirty, though."

"It's nothing that can't be washed off, Flora," Tamara said. "Now come on. Let's keep going."

They crawled onwards for what seemed like an eternity, but what was only thirty minutes at the absolute most. Eventually, they arrived at what appeared to be a wall of sorts. Only...once again, it felt different, like this wasn't part of the tunnel.

And this was subsequently proven when Tamara pushed back the lock and lifted up what was in fact a trap door. Immediately, light hit them, and all of them blinked as they got adjusted to the change in light from the dark passage.

"And here we are!" Tamara proclaimed as she got out, helping her three companions out of the tunnel.

"...Hm? Where are we?" Arian looked around him. "It looks like...a shed?" It was indeed that; they were in a small shed, where several carpentry tools such as hammers, nails, and a few saws were present. They all looked worn, as if they had gotten plenty of use in their lifetimes.

"It's the shed at the back of my house," Tamara explained. "My dad built it in here so no one could see it from overhead. In fact, there's the shovel he dug it with." She pointed to a shovel in the corner, which had leftover soil still on the metal part. "But never mind that. I need to go see my mom and dad." She took the lead and headed out into a small back garden, before knocking on the back door. "Mom! Dad! I'm home!"

The door opened, and the one who answered it happened to also be a Pachirisu.

"Oh, there you are, Tamara!" The Pachirisu, a middle-aged woman by the sound of her voice, immediately embraced her daughter. "We were worried sick about you! Where have you been all this time? Did you find the locket?"

"I did!" Tamara proudly proclaimed, showing her the locket. "It was in the grove, luckily. But it's a long story. Come on! I'll tell you and Dad all about it!"

"Of course, dear." The Pachirisu, evidently Tamara's mother, smiled at her. "...Ah, but let's not forget about your friends. Flora and...Elvira!" she exclaimed, recognising the familiar face. "Come in, all of you! We'll talk over tea."

And so it came to be that Arian, Elvira and Flora came inside and sat around the kitchen table in Tamara's house. It could hardly be called luxurious - the same could be said for the rest of the house - but it was tidy and well-kept, which did offset the plain nature of the house.

Tamara's parents introduced themselves. Her father was Desmond, a Raichu, and her mother was Lorraine, a Pachirisu not unlike her daughter. The former was a carpenter renowned for his skill throughout the town, explaining the reasoning behind the worn tools in the shed. However, the takeover of Ozerograd by the Thorned Roses had proven troubling for him, as it meant he couldn't source his materials as easily. As such, moneywise, Tamara's family weren't doing so hot right now. But they were not so badly off that they couldn't spare a cup of tea for Tamara's friends, Lorraine had insisted.

The tea in question was a brew of cheri tea. It was to Arian's liking, and the Riolu found himself drinking the whole cup quicker than everyone else.

Once they'd all sat down, Tamara regaled them with the tale of yesterday; how she'd ventured into Verdant Woods to find it, how she was accosted by the two Thorned Roses members, how they were then defeated by Arian and Elvira, how they'd made their way back to Elvira's house, how Arian and Elvira had planned to become a mercenary team, and how she and Flora stayed the night at Elvira's house at Zenobia's insistence.

"And that's it, really," Tamara concluded. "We've spent the morning getting our way back here, and...well, here we are."

"Hmm...seems you've had an active time, my girl," Desmond remarked. "Of course, I understand your decision to stay at Elvira's last night. It's just that it's easy to fear your capture by the Thorned Roses. It's a probable scenario in these times. You can't blame us for worrying."

"Indeed, dear." Lorraine's face grew dark with worry. "I don't want to see you disappear like some of the townsfolk have…"

"What's that all about, if you don't mind me asking?" Arian interrupted. "These disappearances I keep hearing about."

"Well…truth be told, we don't know much about them ourselves. No one does, really," Desmond replied. "There are certain people the Thorned Roses don't take kindly to. Mainly those who refuse to pay the rent, and those who insult Hinnerk. Or even that Seviper right-hand of his. They just…disappear. Never to be seen again."

"Oh no…" Elvira murmured worriedly. "And you said you can't pay the rent yourself?"

"It's been incredibly tough. It's kept me awake a few nights, fearing the Thorned Roses would break in and cart us off to who-knows-where." Desmond shivered, and Arian sensed the fear within him.

"That's why those rogues were after me," Tamara explained. "It's because we're not doing so well on the rent payment front. But we can't do anything about it! The rents are too damn high!"

"My family's struggling too," Flora added. "It's rare we get any customers these days. For a gang named after a flower, the Thorned Roses sure aren't interested in buying any."

"...It's a struggle for all of us these days," Lorraine said, a troubled look on her face. "The tyranny of the Thorned Roses can't go on. Someone must put a stop to them. What we need now is a hero to step in and stamp them out."

"Yes," agreed Desmond. "Someone with heroism and selflessness. Someone who wouldn't hesitate to leap into danger and beat the Thorned Roses into the ground. ...Someone like Team Marshwood. If they were here, no doubt they would be able to show the likes of Hinnerk who's boss."

"They would, wouldn't they?" Elvira murmured. Strangely, though, her voice had gone quiet, and Arian could feel the sadness emanating from her.

"Who's Team Marshwood?" he then asked.

"...Pardon?" Desmond's expression turned to a puzzled frown of disbelief. "You don't know who Team Marshwood is?"

"Er...no?" Arian replied. "Are they important?"

"Did you not tell him, Ellie?" Tamara asked.

"Maybe I didn't." Elvira took a deep breath. "Team Marshwood is, or rather, was...the name of my dad's mercenary team. His and Melchior's team."

"...Oh! I see…" Arian realised. "...So that's why you're sad about it...It's a reminder of your dad, isn't it?" As a gesture of comfort, he patted the Treecko on the back.

"Any news on his whereabouts?" Lorraine inquired. "I know it's been a while, but…"

"...No. Nothing."

"...Ah. That's a shame," Desmond said, disappointed. "...Such a great man, too. Imagine my surprise when I found out my girl had made friends with his daughter. And an even greater shock when I was invited to have dinner with the man himself. You still remember that night, dear?"

"Yes, I do," recalled Lorraine. "I was genuinely surprised by how generous and humble he was. For a world-renowned hero, he was incredibly modest, and he was lovely to talk with."

"He was, wasn't he?" Desmond reminisced. "...You're lucky to have him as a dad, Elvira. He was probably as good at being a father as he was at being a mercenary."

"Yeah, he was. He'd always tell me tales about his mercenary years growing up, and when he was out on a mission, I'd always wait eagerly for him to return. …Except now, when he still hasn't…

"Elvira…" Arian felt for his partner.

"But my dad's strong! He isn't one of the famous mercenaries in Ardalion for nothing. He's one of the only people in history to have achieved Grandmaster Rank! I've always looked up to him. And that's why...I can't truly believe he's dead. Not until I see cold, hard evidence that proves it," Elvira made clear.

"Atta girl!" praised Tamara. "I like your determination! With that attitude, you'll definitely find out what's been going on around here."

"Yeah…You definitely have shades of your dad in you," Desmond noted. "Maybe you'll become as great a merc as him!"

"No. I'm nowhere near my dad's level," Elvira answered somewhat sadly, and Arian immediately understood why. "He was truly beyond a level most people could hope to strive for...I won't reach his renown any time soon. And I don't want people thinking I will, just because my dad was Fernblade Kallias."

"Oh. I see. ...Sorry," Desmond apologised. "I'll try to avoid doing that in future."

"But Ellie, don't let that get your spirits down!" Tamara encouraged. "Just ignore anyone who says you're not living up to your dad's name. They don't know what they're talking about!"

"Thanks, Tamara," Elvira said as she finished off the rest of her tea. "Let's go out there and start searching for clues. Thanks for the tea, Desmond, Lorraine. Come on, Arian. Let's go." The two of them began making their way out, when…

"Hey! You're forgetting someone!" The two turned around, and saw a somewhat peeved Flora leap down from her seat. "I have to get home myself, remember?"

"Of course I knew that," Elvira answered. "But I thought you'd want to stay here for a little while longer."

"Well, I don't. ...No offence to you guys," she said, turning back to Tamara and her family. "But I gotta get home. My parents will be getting worried about me," Flora explained.

"That's no problem. Don't let us keep you," Lorraine urged.

"Thanks." Flora turned back to Arian and Elvira. "Well, are we going or not?"

"We are," Elvira said. "Let's go out into the streets and hopefully find some clues to this whole mystery."

And with that, the three moved to leave the house. Elvira opened the door, and she and her partner went to face the world that lay beyond the door.

Notes

Not really much to say about this chapter; just one that bridges events together. In the grand scheme of things, I think this chapter may well prove to be a minor one.

Update (16/12/22): Early chapter updates. Cutting dialogue I felt was clunky and redundant, and better executing lines of dialogue. Also Arian plays a greater part in making the breakfast, due to Zenobia's broken leg.

Something new here too - the disappearances with the townsfolk. It makes them more menacing this time around, I feel.

Arukona · Oct 15, 2022

Chapter 6
The Grip of Thorns

Ozerograd was an important town in Selenia. While it could hardly compare to some of the fancifully large towns that were present in Dresilia and Miletos, it was a sizable town by Selenian standards, and so by extension, it was regarded as an important centre in Selenian politics. When Mitrofan took over the country and instilled himself as tsar, it was one of the major centres that was captured first, with the help of Hinnerk. After the latter took over the town by deposing the local lord, he created the Thorned Roses to help him exercise his newfound power.

The town itself showed evident signs of planning being put into it, as opposed to the haphazard nature that most cities and towns found themselves in as they expanded. Perhaps Ozerograd's nature would change in the future if its population grew, but for now, its planned nature served as a surprising newness to the town.

There was a good reason for this. In olden times, Ozerograd was in fact a smaller settlement located closer to the lake nearby it, a decently-sized mere by the name of Lake Lazurny. This was convenient for locals, as it meant water could be obtained more easily. However, the storms that often came in the autumn and early winter resulted in almost annual flooding for the town. The destruction of people's livelihoods, along with a number of deaths due to drowning and exposure on a yearly basis prompted the lord of the oblast to move his town to higher ground some two hundred years ago so as to mitigate the damage done to his people. And so Ozerograd received a new look in its reconstruction, with inspiration drawn from the architecture of the Eastern countries, renowned for their architectural prowess throughout the years. The old town was left mostly abandoned, but some still chose to live there and lived their lives despite the challenges that came with it.

Elvira was telling all of this to Arian when they first laid eyes on the town. Immediately, the amnesiac human had voiced his curiosity about the town, and so Elvira filled him in, basing her knowledge on stories she'd heard over the years and books she'd read. It was something that Flora couldn't stifle a remark about.

"You listened to those stories? I'm surprised you were able to. Mr Akulov's storytelling worked better than any Hypnosis in sending me to sleep."

"Yeah, I remember that," Elvira recalled, laughing slightly at what must have been an old memory. "He wasn't that bad, Flora. He just had a tendency of getting carried away. It is an interesting topic about the town, though, how it moved to higher ground. Stuff like that's always fascinating to me."

"Well, whatever floats your boat. Or not, given where our town is now," Flora replied. "...Oh, here we are."

The group stood at a fork in the cobbled street. Down one end of the left-hand street, a shop with a colourful shopfront and bouquets of flowers placed outside it could be seen. It didn't take a detective to deduce the shop to be a florist's.

"Well, I'll leave you guys here," Flora said, beginning to make her way down that street. "Good luck on your little hunt."

"Goodbye, Flora," Elvira replied. "I'll come visit you soon, I promise."

"You should. Who knows? We might even have a job or a clue for you. Oh, and...be careful. You never know what the likes of them hear." With that word of warning, the Petilil made her way toward her home.

"And just like that…" Elvira muttered. "Back to remembering where we are."

"Mmm," Arian murmured in agreement.

From the moment he walked out of Tamara's front door, he could sense that all was not well in the town. There was an air of hostility and fear, and almost immediately, he was able to discern the cause of the discord.

There were a number of Pokémon out in the street, all wearing a red band with a thorned rose emblazoned on it on their arm, neck or foreleg. All of them wore sour expressions, and all of them watched the streets like Mandibuzz looking for prey. Any passersby felt their harsh gazes, and they made a point to get on with their business as quickly as possible.

Arian, Elvira and Flora were on the receiving end of their treatment, too. The glares that faced them were piercing, almost as if they were boring holes into their skin. It was a great discomfort that unsettled all of them, and made them watch their backs a bit more, in case they were jumped on.

That hadn't happened yet. But Arian refused to discount the possibility of an ambush by the Thorned Roses. They did not look to be the sort of people to mess with, lest one wished to escape perfectly intact.

"Still," Elvira said. "We've come this far into town. Let's start looking. We'll start in the town square and go from there."

Elvira and Arian headed in the direction of the town square. On the way there, they caught sight of more Thorned Roses members giving them the evil eye, and tried to ignore them. However, on one occasion, this wasn't enough.

"Hey! You two!" a voice shouted to them. Looking ahead of them, the duo saw a Machoke with an armband walk up to them menacingly and threateningly. "State your names!"

"Elvira!" answered the Treecko, almost like an army cadet.

"...A-Arian," replied the Riolu, rather more lamely.

"What's your business being out and about?" the Machoke interrogated.

Thankfully, Elvira knew what to say, having no doubt been grilled by these rogues on a previous occasion. "Just collecting groceries for my mom," she informed. "She's not well at the minute, you see, and I have to do all the shopping for her. Hence why we're heading to where the merchants gather."

"..." The Machoke considered what he was told. "...Go on, then. But get out of sight quickly afterward."

"Don't worry. We won't be long," the Treecko pledged, before moving on, Arian trailing her. "At least...I hope we won't be long." she muttered, after they were out of earshot of any Thorned Roses.

"Is it a problem if we take a while?" Arian wondered.

"It might not be. But if we encounter that Machoke again, then we could have a problem on our hands," Elvira insinuated. "It's better that we find something quickly. There's bound to be a clue somewhere…"

They continued down the street. As they walked down it, Arian noticed something else that was off about the town. This time, though, the evidence was present on the walls.

Graffiti adorned a number of them.

The Riolu was rather surprised by what he saw. A range of different types of graffiti adorned the walls, from artwork to messages. And in the fashion of most graffiti, many of the messages were quite blatant.

Long live Hinnerk!

Down with Ruslans!

Down with Tsars!

Death to Tsarists!

They went on. And then there was the art. One of the pictures depicted was the Thorned Roses' logo that was also present on their bands. Another one that caught his eye was the artwork of an Obstagoon. Below it read the message, 'Long live the Boss!'

Hmm...I wonder who that is? pondered Arian. After this art, however, the painted messages returned, and the human found himself reading these as he and Elvira passed them by.

Down with mercs!

All mercs are poofs!

Fuck the Guild!

Mercs can go suck -

Arian turned his head away immediately when he saw the end of the last message.

Okay...some of these are clearly not worth looking at, he mused, trying to forget what he just read. I did not need to see that. That's properly profane stuff there. This lot looks like a piece of work, alright…

"And here we are," Elvira said, snapping Arian out of his thoughts. "The main square."

The square in question was once again another sign of the planned nature of the new town of Ozerograd. It was a beautiful construction, reminiscent of the architectural patterns of various towns in eastern Ardalion. It wasn't so much a 'square' - the streets sprouted out from it in a radial pattern, and the buildings surrounding it gave the plaza a more circular shape. In the centre of it, there lay fountains, as well as what seemed to be a plinth. However, oddly enough, where there should have been a monument or a statue, nothing stood atop it.

Arian's attention was partially on the square's eye-catching design. However, he couldn't focus on it for long. This was because several Thorned Roses were around the square, patrolling the area and using their usual intimidation tactics on anyone else. It proved to be working, given the lack of regular people in the square. And even those that were there stayed promptly away from the fountains and plinth.

"Hmm…I wonder if the noticeboard still has anything on it." Elvira pointed to one of the streets directly across from them. "It used to be for posting missions for mercenaries to take. I don't know if people would be brave enough to post a mission that could potentially get them targeted by the Thorned Roses. Let's check it anyway. You never know."

This, however, did mean crossing the square filled with Thorned Roses. Arian and Elvira both braced themselves for the piercing glares as they began their stroll across the plaza. They tried to act casual, but that didn't prevent them from feeling the intimidatory gazes of the gang members they passed by.

Worse still, just when they were about to leave the square for the desired street…

"Stop right there, you two."

The voice stopped the two in their tracks. While it wasn't a commanding shout like the Machoke from before, it was a voice that was chilling enough to halt Arian and Elvira, and make them look around to see who the owner's voice belonged to.

Their question on that front was soon answered, when the sound of a snake's hiss pierced through the air, and in front of them slithered a Seviper. The scarf around his neck with the same red band indicated him to be a Thorned Rose.

"Well well well," he uttered, his voice oily, slimy and unpleasant to listen to. "Who do we have here? A Riolu and a Treecko...neither of whom are residents of this town. Whatever are you doing in our domain?"

He proved to be greatly unnerving. His voice was the same kind that could send a shiver down one's spine. Immediately, Arian and Elvira were alike in the same thought.

Please get me out of this conversation.

"We're...fetching materials for my mom," Elvira said, choosing the same excuse as she'd used earlier. However, this time, she wasn't as confident as before, due to the Seviper's unnerving presence and the leer he was giving the both of them. As such, the delivery came out a tad feeble.

"Are you now?" The grin he was giving them could only be described as a malicious one; as if he loved the treatment of this kind of intimidation.

"Y-Yes," the Treecko answered, still perturbed by the snake's presence. "Really, it's true! My mom's not well at the moment, and so I have to do the shopping for her." It of course wasn't the reason, but Elvira wasn't content with telling full-on lies. If she did, no doubt this Seviper would see through them.

"That's what they all say," came the viper's reply. "It's a brilliant excuse, isn't it? Just the way to garner sympathy. Hah! That might work on most people, but it doesn't work in this town!"

"It's true, though!" pleaded Elvira. "My mom really is - "

"Shut up, wench," the Seviper hissed. "You're in the territory of the Thorned Roses now. You should know better than to throw such sentimental crap in our faces. I certainly couldn't give a damn. After all, you do know who you face, do you not?"

"Um...no?" Arian said. "Are you a bigshot in the Thorned Roses or something?"

"Congratulations. You are correct," the Seviper replied. "I am Mikhail. The Thorned Roses' second-in-command, second only to the Boss." He licked his lips with a grin of superiority. "Did you think you could lie to my face and get away with it?"

"We're not lying," Arian insisted. "It's the truth! Get that into your serpentine brain and let us get on with our business!"

"...Oh? How interesting. We appear to have a backtalker in our midst," Mikhail observed. "Do you know what happens to those that dare to talk back to me?"

Before Arian could react, the Seviper suddenly launched towards him, and struck his tail across the Riolu's midsection, eliciting a scream of pain from the amnesiac.

"Arian!" Elvira cried.

"They get poisoned!" Mikhail cackled. "Learn your place and pick fights you'll actually win, runt. That ought to teach you never to stand up to me again. Perhaps the poison'll knock some sense into you! Keh hah hah hah!" Laughing evilly, he slithered away, proud of his handiwork.

"Arian! Are you alright?" Elvira asked, checking on her partner.

"Urgh...N-No," the Riolu answered. "I...I don't feel so great all of a sudden…" His hand went to his head, and he began panting.

"...Wait a minute." Elvira took a look at where Mikhail had struck, and his words came back to her when she saw a purplish stain amongst the bleeding wound. Immediately, she knew what it was.

"You've been poisoned!" she cried. "Oh no...and I don't have any Pecha Berries on me! Quick! We have to find a shop that sells them!"

"But...what about…?" The Riolu looked in the direction of where the noticeboard was located. He could see it, in fact, located a little down the street they were about to go down.

"Never mind that! We have to heal your poison right away, before it gets worse!" Elvira frantically informed him. "I know where to go. Do you need me to help you walk?"

"I...think I'll be alright for now," Arian responded, his voice coming out in pants. "I could be worse. Really, I can still walk."

"...Alright," Elvira permitted, as she turned and headed for another exit of the square, two exits to the right of the street with the noticeboard on it. "But don't hesitate to ask for help if you need it."

"R-Right…"

They started down the street. As they left the square, Elvira could hear snickers and bemused laughter from the Thorned Roses at what just occurred. She thought she even heard one remark, "Serves him right." The viewing of what had happened made Elvira's lips curl in anger, and she had half a mind to turn around and yell a condemning remark at them.

No, she then thought to herself. That'll only create more problems than it'll solve. Arian needs help - that's the priority right now. Choosing to block out the remarks of the gang members, she continued down into the street, with Arian trailing behind her.

Occasionally, the Riolu would let out a visible wince as the poison gradually worsened. Elvira heard this, and crossed her fingers that he wouldn't faint on the spot.

Hang in there, Arian. We'll get through this.

Eventually, the street ended in a T-junction. It was lucky that Elvira knew Ozerograd well, and thus knew where to go. She turned right, and Arian followed.

This street eventually opened out into a wider street, and where they ended up had Arian looking around in slight wonderment, despite his current condition. It looked rather major, as if it was a place of importance. A number of merchants' stalls were set up along the street, and along with that, a number of prominent buildings were also present in this area.

"This is the merchants' quarter," Elvira explained to him. "Hopefully there's a merchant selling a pecha berry or a heal seed or something to cure the poison…" She walked down the street with her partner, keeping her eyes peeled for a vendor that did sell such items.

Eventually, they found one, being run by a Sandslash and a Midnight Lycanroc.

"Hello there, young'uns," greeted the latter, a male Lycanroc. "What are you lookin' for?"

"Do you have any pecha berries or heal seeds?" Elvira immediately asked. "Please, my friend's been poisoned, and he needs to be healed! We have to heal him before it gets worse!" She looked back at Arian, who was beginning to look worse for wear. He was now unable to hide the pain he was feeling from the poison.

"Yes, we do," the Lycanroc told her, picking out a pecha berry from the merchandise. "That'll be 80 Poké, please."

Then it dawned on Elvira.

"I don't have any money!" she realised. "But I do have this cheque. I'll just go to the bank with it. Could you just hold on a minute? It's just across there, I'll be back in a jiffy. I promise I'll have your money. Until then, though - "

"Don't panic, dear," the Sandslash suddenly interjected. "You'll work yourself into a tizzy. Tell you what: take it for free. Your friend is more important than some gold."

"Are you certain, Caitríona?" the Lycanroc asked. "She'll have the money…"

"No, Conall, it's best to help these people out," Caitríona reasoned. "They're not Thorned Roses. That's reason enough to help them. Besides, it's only a pecha berry they want. We can miss 80P."

"Alright, then. Take it." Conall handed Elvira the berry.

"Thank you. Thank you so much," the Treecko said with gratitude, before handing Arian the berry. The Riolu bit into it, and quickly dug into it.

"Mmm…nice," Arian said. "I like those." Guess not all medicine tastes horrible here, huh?

"How do you feel, Arian?" the Treecko asked.

"You know, now that you mention it…yeah, I can already feel that poison going away," Arian reported, feeling slightly more confident. "I just might need a moment to fully recover." As he said this, he sat down at the kerb.

"Okay. I'll wait for you," Elvira said to him. "When you're ready, we'll go to the Klefki Bank and deposit this cheque. It's over there." She pointed to a building on the opposite side of the street to them further down.

"Excuse me," the Sandslash from before said, drawing the duo's attention. "We didn't get your names."

"Oh, of course. I'm Elvira, and this is Arian," introduced the Treecko.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Caitríona, and this is my husband, Conall," the Sandslash returned.

"Are you two from around here?" wondered the Lycanroc.

"Yes. I live just outside of town, and Arian's living with me at the minute," Elvira informed, simplifying the matter of her partner, whose situation would only provoke more questions that she didn't necessarily know the answers to. "We're in town today to...um…"

She hesitated briefly here. She knew that she should keep the truth of her and Arian's status as unofficial mercenaries on the down low, lest they be harassed by the Thorned Roses. However, she realised that these two merchants were hardly in league with the infamous gang. And a brief look around this street showed that very few Thorned Roses were in the vicinity of this street.

Elvira decided, therefore, to tell the truth.

"We're investigating the Thorned Roses," she said, in a hushed tone. "Specifically, it's about the disappearances of certain people around Ozerograd. Those that the Thorned Roses don't take kindly to. Do you two know anything about that?"

"...As a matter of fact, we do," Caitríona replied, unable to hide her surprise at the question. "Should I tell them, Conall?"

"Well…" The Lycanroc considered. "...How about this? As it so happens, there's something we need to retrieve for a certain someone. But if you do it for us, then you can get that info you want. Maybe even with a little bit of cash. Just like a merc would, eh? Whaddaya say?"

"...We accept," Elvira said, surprised at the mention of mercenaries from the wolf.

"Good on you." Conall flashed a grin at them. "The item's a Sandy Torc. It should be located in Blossoming Meadow, that Mystery Dungeon just outside the old town. It was on…what floor did she say again, Ríona?"

"It was in the grove, I think," Caitríona recalled. "That's where Lillian thinks she lost it, anyway."

"There ya go, then. Find the Sandy Torc in the grove of Blossoming Meadow," Conall said to them. "Good luck to you, kiddos."

"We'll bring it back to you," Arian replied. "But you'd better give us information in return."

"You don't have to worry about that, kid. We don't break promises," the Lycanroc returned.

"Good. Come on, Elvira, let's go," Arian said to his partner.

"Not yet," Elvira responded. "We need to get money and prepare to go out there. It's not too dangerous a place by Mystery Dungeon standards, but it never hurts to be prepared."

"Gotcha. You said this in Verdant Woods. At least we have a bag this time…" Arian's voice drifted away from the stand as he and his partner walked towards the Klefki Bank to withdraw funds from.

"So…they're tryin' to figure that mystery too, eh?" Conall's paw went to his chin.

"Yes. Just like our own folks," Caitríona murmured. "What a coincidence."

"It's gotta be fate," the Lycanroc said. "...Ya think we should tell 'em? About the whole…y'know…"

"No." The Sandslash shook her head. "Not here, anyway."

"But Ríona…you know he's looking out for more folks." Conall sounded dismayed. "They might only be young'uns, but they might well have potential. And you know he's all about the potential of his recruits."

"If we do tell them, it'll have to be in a secret sort of way. I'm not letting Lillian, Ishmael and Axel's cover be blown over this."

"Alright, Ríona, I getcha." The wolf was deep in thought. "Hmm...I'll think of a way to tell 'em when they come back. We can tell 'em with what we know about them vanishings.

"Because they deserve to know…just what's being planned."

"Blossoming Meadow's out to the north of town," Elvira explained to Arian, as they left the merchants' quarter. They turned in the cheque at the Klefki Bank, an enterprise run by the aforementioned Key Ring Pokémon, and spent a portion of the money on items for the delve into the Mystery Dungeon at Caitríona and Conall's stand. "It's not too far away, thankfully, and it's not that deep a Dungeon. With any luck, we can get it over with quickly."

"So it should be fairly easy?" Arian guessed.

"Famous last words, Arian. Remember, we're still very new at this," Elvira reminded. "Please don't overestimate your capabilities."

"Right," Arian acknowledged.

"How's your injury?"

"It's still a bit sore." Although the poison from Mikhail's Poison Tail attack had been healed up, he still felt sore where the Seviper had struck. If there were any others in the Thorned Roses as sadistic as that, then I'd much rather spend as little time in this town as possible. "But how do we get out to the north? Where's that exit?"

"Well, from here…" Elvira considered the route in her head. "...I know a way. Follow me."

"Okay," Arian agreed. "You clearly know this town better than I do, so...follow the leader, I guess."

"It's not 'follow the leader,'" Elvira corrected. "We're equal partners in this relationship, Arian. ...But I do know Ozerograd well. I used to spend hours playing on these streets when I was a kid. I know them like the back of my hand.."

"...Alright then, partner. Guide me."

Together, they walked through Ozerograd's streets. The path would've normally been a straightforward one to the northern exit of town. But Elvira chose to go a back route there, in the hope that they would encounter less Thorned Roses as a result.

The route in question took them through a number of back alleys and residential houses. Most of which, to Arian's shock, looked dilapidated and boarded up.

"What is all this…?" He looked around him. "What happened here?"

"Evictions," Elvira told him. "You've heard about the rents from Tam. This street was already a poor part of town. It appears the Thorned Roses really didn't take kindly to them." She gazed at all of the houses, a bitter look on her face.

"...Weird," Arian mentioned. "It looks abandoned. But…it's like I'm being watched." He suddenly went on edge. "Is it the Thorned Roses?"

"I don't think so," Elvira replied. "People still live in these houses. Some have boarded up their houses to reinforce against a Thorned Rose eviction, or to give the impression it's been abandoned already. Like that house there." The Treecko pointed to a house with bricks on the window, and boards over the door. It did look like an abandoned house, alright.

"That's awful…" Arian happened to look looked at the windows of one of the houses, and caught sight of a Blipbug. But once they did, the Bug-type immediately jumped and disappeared from view. "I can feel that fear. It seems to linger in this place..."

His sorrow turned to anger. "Geez, how horrible do you have to be to think it's fun to kick people out of their own home and cart them off to who knows where?"

"Very horrible, indeed," agreed Elvira. "But ranting about it within the town's walls won't do anything to help us. We need to keep going."

They kept going. But not long after having this conversation, they came across a scene.

On one of the doorsteps of the houses, Arian and Elvira spotted a Florges with red leaves. She looked middle-aged, and to the duo's concern, was weeping.

"No…No, please. What mother am I to leave her little girl behind?"

Daughter? That caught Arian's attention. Curious, he went to ask. "Excuse me, ma'am," he said to her. "Are you alright?"

The Florges sniffled for some time before looking up with tearful eyes at the Riolu and answering his question.

"No…My daughter's gone missing," she confessed. "My little girl…Her name's Iona. We were visiting the Blossoming Meadow, but we were chased by a wild Pokémon. I made it to the stairs in time, but I was separated from Iona. And now she's all alone in that place…"

"Oh no," Elvira murmured. "Is she young?"

"Yes. She's only five. She's the only family I have left, now that my husband was stolen away by those monsters. I couldn't bear to lose her too…"

"That's not good at all…" The mention of the Florges' husband reminded the two of why they were in town in the first place. "We have to find her, Arian."

"Lucky we're headed there, anyway," the Riolu said. "Don't worry, ma'am! We'll have your kid back safe and sound!"

"Oh…Oh thank you so much…Please find her!"

"We will. Come on, Elvira. Let's go!" Arian saw no point in hanging around, and made his way through the winding streets.

Eventually, the narrow street ended as a side street to a wider road. Looking to their left, Arian could see an exit to the town, marked with an arch and a portcullis.

"Is that the exit to the north?" he asked her.

"Yes, it is," came Elvira's confirmation.

"But...there's Thorned Roses there," Arian pointed out. This was true; two Pokémon guarded the entrance.

"There's no way around it," Elvira sighed. "I don't want to interact with them either. But there's no other path out of town."

"If you say so." The disappointment was clear in the Riolu's voice.

They walked towards the arch. When they approached it, the two Thorned Roses that were there immediately called out to them. They were a Krokorok and a Gligar, and both did not look the kind of Pokémon one would want to mess with.

"Hey!" the Gligar called out. "You gotta pay if you want to leave town!"

"Them's the breaks! Now hand over the moolah!" the Krokorok, who had an intriguing accent, demanded.

"I have the money. Don't worry," Elvira replied, her tone slightly snappy. She reached into her bag and dug out 100P. "There. Take it."

"Good," muttered the Krokorok, after counting the coins. "Now go. Scram!"

They didn't need to be told twice. If it meant getting away from the Thorned Roses, then Arian and Elvira were all in favour of getting away from town. They briskly made their way out of Ozerograd, and into the open countryside.

Once the town was a comfortable distance away, the human-turned Pokémon took in a breath of fresh air.

"Ahh…" he breathed. "Thank God. No more Thorned Roses to worry about out here."

"I wouldn't say that too soon," advised Elvira. "Remember yesterday? They're not just present in Ozerograd, but in the surrounding vicinity, too. Just because we're out of town doesn't mean we should drop our guard. We might even find some in Blossoming Meadow."

"Hopefully we don't," Arian wished. "Especially not Pokémon as devious as that Mikhail fellow." He shuddered at the memory of the wicked viper.

"Here's hoping. Who knows what they might do if they found an innocent little girl out here alone in the meadow?" Elvira brought up. "We should move quickly."

"Agreed."

They walked along the path for the next while. During this time, Arian took the time to look at his surroundings. And once again, they were as alluring as always. Not only was the greenery of the trees and grasses ever present, but the view also included the lake that Ozerograd had previously been built near.

"What's the name of that lake?" he asked Elvira.

"Lake Lazurny," the Treecko answered. "It's the lake that regularly flooded the old town of Ozerograd. It's also where the town still gets its water from. They have an ingenious system of channels that get water to public taps in the town, so the people can still get water as easily as they once did. It's a good thing they did that as even now, when the Thorned Roses have put tolls up to those entering and leaving town, people can still get water."

But despite her words being slightly optimistic, Arian could sense worry in her emotions. He wondered to himself if it was to do with the Thorned Roses, but...something about the way her expression made him think it was something else.

Hang on, I remember. She felt that same worry when we were crawling through the undergrowth earlier this morning. Is there a connection? Should I ask her?

"There's still people living down there in the old town," Elvira continued. "But it's a shell of what it once was. You couldn't call it a town anymore. Especially when you compare it to the new town. Ozerograd was made a lot bigger when it moved to where it is now. Few would say that was a bad thing for the place. It used to be a backwater place, but now it's more prosperous in the eyes of the tsar. ...Well, it used to be, anyway. Before all this happened…"

"...A shame...Hopefully, prosperity will return," Arian said, with some hope in his voice. However, he knew in his head such a thing would falter before reality.

"...Yeah...hopefully." Elvira, at least, carried that hope in her heart, that one day Ozerograd would live to see a day without the Thorned Roses. "...But that's for another time. For now...let's focus on the present. Let's rescue this child of the Florges."

They walked a bit further down the road. Arian looked around him in curiosity.

"So...where is this Blossoming Meadow?" he wondered.

"It's slightly off the beaten track, like Verdant Woods," Elvira informed. "But you can't miss the path for it. There's clear signage for it when we get to it. It's just before that wooded area." She pointed to a treescape ahead of them.

"Gotcha," Arian understood.

They continued on for a bit longer. Arian looked to the left, where from the road they were on, a vantage point of the lake could be seen. Curiously, though, he noted the sight of what appeared to be a small settlement down near the water's edge, and from it, a road appeared to lead away from it and towards the same wood that Blossoming Meadow was located in. Based on what he'd been told earlier, the Riolu believed he knew the answer.

"Is that the old town down there that you were talking about earlier?" he asked.

"Hm?" Elvira looked over to where the Riolu was pointing. "Yes, it is. But that area tended to flood a lot when the autumn storms came in, so they moved the town to higher ground. It doesn't quite stand up to the new Ozerograd, in my opinion. But don't say that too loud. Some of the people that live down there don't take too kindly to their settlement being compared to the new town."

"...Noted," Arian said.

Silence reigned for another while, until the duo eventually reached a small crossroads. A sign was there prior to it to tell them what was in each direction.

↑ Iria

← Ozerograd Quay, Lake Lazurny

→ Blossoming Meadow

"Ah, there we go!" Arian pointed out, noting the third line of the sign. "Blossoming Meadow, to the right."

"Yes. It's down this way," Elvira confirmed. She headed to the right, with Arian following closely behind. "It'll be another short walk to the Mystery Dungeon."

"Have you been here before?" Arian wondered.

"A few times. I'd visit it with Dad a few times when I was younger to hone my skills by battling the Pokémon that live in the meadow. I'd also visit it with Flora and Tamara to gather flowers for the florist's that Flora's parents run."

"I see...Well, it is called Blossoming Meadow. I'd be a tad disappointed if I didn't see any flowers."

"You won't be. This place is full of them. ...Speaking of which, there it is." Elvira pointed to a point straight ahead of them. "The Mystery Dungeon entrance."

Once again, Arian caught sight of the same unusual phenomenon he'd seen at the entrance to Verdant Woods. There was a point in the path ahead of them where it seemed to be obfuscated and unclear, even as they got close.

That is bizarre, alright. ...But it's how this world works. No choice but to get used to the workings of it.

"You ready to head in, Arian?" Elvira asked.

"...Yes, I am."

And so the two walked into the Mystery Dungeon.

Blossoming Meadow
1F

Once again, Arian found himself in the strange reality of another Mystery Dungeon. He and Elvira found themselves in a room with a number of different exits, just like in Verdant Woods.

However, this area wasn't quite as densely forested as Verdant Woods was. It was still full of trees and vegetation, but more commonly seen now were hedgerows and bushes. More than that, however, there was something abundant in the meadow…

"Flowers," remarked Arian, staring at the scenes before him in slight bewilderment. "There's flowers everywhere…in all sorts of colours..."

"Yes. It's beautiful, isn't it?" Elvira said. "I always like coming here. The sight of colourful flowers never fails to lift my spirits. ...Maybe that's why I've been so down for the last while. It's been some time since I was last here."

"A bit of a shame we have a mission here," Arian lamented. "I was thinking that if we weren't in a rush, we could stop and smell the roses...quite literally."

"Well, we do. So no time to waste. Onward we go, down that way."

The human followed Elvira down the chosen path. He was silently grateful that the paths the Mystery Dungeon had for them didn't involve running through the flower meadows. I wouldn't want to trample flowers as beautiful as these, he thought to himself. Blue, yellow, red, orange...it's so pretty! Like a kaleidoscope of colours…

"Arian! Focus!"

"Hm?" The Riolu looked over and saw Elvira battling a Cottonee. "Oh! Sorry!" Quickly, he snapped back to attention, and dashed forward with a Quick Attack at the Pokémon. The Grass-type succumbed to it quickly, and fainted.

"Thanks, Arian," Elvira said.

"Sorry!" apologised Arian. "I was too focused on the flowers, and I didn't see what was ahead..."

"Arian, it's okay. We all lose focus at some points," soothed Elvira. "It could've been worse. I would've been able to handle that Cottonee anyway.

"I'll keep my focus," promised the Riolu. "I won't get distracted by any more flowers here."

"Distracted by flowers…" murmured Elvira. "...I can already hear Flora's snarky remarks."

"That was quite embarrassing," Arian said, feeling his face burn red with humiliation. "Please forget that happened."

"You can relax. I won't say anything."

The two continued down the narrow pathways. While they were strolling, something suddenly occurred to Arian.

"Who exactly should we be looking out for?" he asked.

"Well, since it was a Florges...it's likely the child could be a Flabébé," Elvira said. But as she said this, her gaze happened upon another row of flowers, and then she suddenly stopped, as if in realisation of something. Unfortunately, Arian didn't register this, and accidentally walked right into the back of Elvira.

"Oof! S-Sorry," he apologised. "...Um, Elvira? Why did you stop?"

"...It literally just occurred to me," the Treecko said with horrified realisation. "Finding a Flabébé in here will be like finding a needle in a haystack." She turned to Arian. "A Flabébé is a little fairy that's always clinging to a flower. It's quite a small Pokémon, and so are the flowers it carries. ...So do you see the problem?" Elvira gestured to the multitude of flowers.

"Oh…" Arian uttered, realising what Elvira was getting at. "That is a problem, alright…"

"Well, there's no use complaining," Elvira said. "That won't help us find this lost child. We just have to keep looking. Besides, there's also a possibility the child isn't a Flabébé. She could be someone else, depending on who the father is. But we don't have enough facts to determine that. ...Let's just keep looking."

The duo kept on down the path they were on. Eventually, it opened to a wider room, in which there was a Silcoon and a Cutiefly. Immediately, both Pokémon turned their attention to the new arrivals.

"One each?" Arian said to Elvira.

"That's fine. I'll take the Cutiefly, you take the Silcoon," Elvira directed.

"Got it." Arian focused his attention on the cocoon. Immediately, the first thing it did was stiffen as it used Harden. The human was not fazed, and slashed the Bug-type with a Metal Claw. Curiously, he noted that all it seemed to be doing was use Harden over and over.

Well, it is a cocoon. It's not like it'll be capable of much. Arian found himself a bit more relaxed as he attacked again with Quick Attack. But still, the Silcoon would not yield. Arian attacked again, this time with Force Palm. However, this didn't appear to do much either.

"This thing is stubborn, alright," the Riolu remarked, taking a deep breath. "...Just gotta get through it." He readied another Metal Claw, and struck the cocoon.

Right after that, the Silcoon was also attacked with a Quick Attack. Looking over, Arian saw Elvira return from where she'd attacked. The sight of a downed Cutiefly explained everything.

"Silcoon are known to be quite defensive," Elvira told him. "Attacking, however, is beyond them. We just need to keep at it with our attacks. You appear to have done most of the work, at least."

"Got it. ...Wanna see who can do the quicker Quick Attack?" Arian challenged.

"Oh, you're on," Elvira accepted. Next moment, both Pokémon used Quick Attack, and struck the Silcoon. Both attacks finally managed to cause the Bug-type to fall, and it collapsed onto its side.

"That goes to me," Elvira said. "I attacked the Silcoon first."

"...Yeah...I think that does go to you," Arian agreed. "I did feel you strike slightly before me, to be honest."

"...Hm. You're too kind, Arian." A smile of slight bemusement crossed the Treecko's face. "It's not often the other side is willing to concede defeat like that."

"It's not like it's high stakes," Arian reasoned. "What would arguing about it accomplish?"

"Good point," Elvira said in agreement with the Riolu's last statement. "I'd rather not get into arguments over something as petty as that. We're barely off the ground; I wouldn't want our team to collapse before it got going."

"Nor would I. ...Let's not dwell on that thought," Arian decided. "Better to focus our minds on this mission."

"You're right. Let's continue looking for this Flabébé."

But unfortunately, a thorough search of the first floor yielded no sign of a small sprite carrying a flower. Once they were sure she was not on the floor, Arian and Elvira found themselves looking at the stairs leading to the next floor.

"How many floors are in this place?" Arian wondered.

"Four," Elvira answered. "There's a small grove at the end, just like in Verdant Woods. It's possible the child might be there, too. But let's search all the floors before we get to that."

"Well, she doesn't appear to be on this floor. Should we go up?" Arian proposed.

"Yes," Elvira agreed.

And so the two climbed the steps.

Blossoming Meadow
2F

Another new floor of hedgerows and flowers greeted them. This time, the room they started in was a narrower one with three exits to the south, west and east, with no exit to the north.

There was, however, something on the floor that caught Arian's attention.

"...Money?" he said, upon seeing some gold. "That's a coin. This is money." He picked up the coin, and examined it.

"Oh, yes, I forgot to tell you. Sometimes money can show up on the ground in Mystery Dungeons," Elvira explained. "No one knows why, or how. But no one minds." She walked over and looked at the coin her partner lifted. "...50P. Not much, but it's something. I heard other dungeons can have lots of money in them, and some are said to strike it rich by delving in and out of those Dungeons scouring the floors for coins."

"Shame this doesn't look to be one like that," Arian lamented, though with only slight disappointment. "But we'll pick it up regardless." He slipped it to Elvira, who filed it away in the coin pouch.

"Now then…" Arian returned his attention to the room. "Hmm...We should go this way." He pointed to the west path. "If the child's not here, we'll end up exploring the whole floor anyway."

"Quite right," Elvira said. "We won't stop until we've investigated every nook and cranny of this place."

Arian and Elvira walked down the corridor, looking all around the flowery hedgerows for a lost child, presumably a Flabébé. All the while, the former, who was in the lead, kept a lookout for any enemy Pokémon.

Soon, one such Pokémon came into view. As he was walking down the hallway, Arian suddenly caught sight of a black and white blur moving in front of him.

"What is that?" he murmured, squinting to see. But as it got closer, it occurred to him that it was a Pokémon. A black and white-furred raccoon with a long pink tongue, to be specific.

"A Zigzagoon," Elvira pointed out. "A few of these do live here."

The Normal and Dark-type got closer to them, with Arian readying to use a Force Palm. However, before he could unleash it, it rammed straight into him.

"Argh! Hey!" cried out Arian. However, he saw the Zigzagoon make some sort of taunting snicker, as if to goad him into a fight.

"Fine! You want a fight? Then I'll give you one!" He charged a Force Palm and struck the Zigzagoon...which caused the Pokémon to faint immediately after being hit.

"Er...wow," a bewildered Arian remarked, slightly stunned at his curb-stomp victory. "I didn't expect that."

"A Zigzagoon's biggest weakness is Fighting-type moves," Elvira explained, "Normal and Dark-types don't do so well against Fighting-types, and Zigzagoon happens to be both. Your Force Palm was clearly enough to knock it out."

"Maybe I don't know my own strength," he joked.

"...Perhaps. But remember what I said: don't overestimate yourself," Elvira advised. "Pride comes before a fall, and as your partner, it's my duty to make sure that doesn't happen to you."

"...Thanks for reminding me. Good to know I have someone like you at my back," Arian said.

"That's what partners are for," reminded the Treecko. "Now let's keep moving."

"Actually, there's something I'm curious about," Arian wondered, as they moved on. "That Zigzagoon...It reminds me a bit like that graffiti I saw back in town."

"Graffiti?" Elvira queried, before a thought came to her. "Oh...I think I see what you mean…"

"There was a bit of artwork depicting a Pokémon like that Zigzagoon," the Riolu went on. "It had the same black and white colours as it, and I remember that below it, there was a message saying, 'Long live the boss!' ...Is that Pokémon...the leader of the Thorned Roses?"

"He is. That's Hinnerk, the Thorned Roses' leader. You might have heard his name a few times now," Elvira informed. "He's an Obstagoon, who are fully evolved from Zigzagoon."

"I see…" Arian mentally noted the evolution.

"He's selfish and cruel," Elvira went on. "When Mitrofan took over Selenia, Hinnerk came down to Ozerograd and personally killed the lord who ran the oblast around the town. He declared himself the leader of Ozerograd, and to reinforce his power, he set up the Thorned Roses and used them to intimidate all of us. It's worked well for him. Five years later, he still rules over us with an iron fist." She looked sadly off to the side. "...We really have had the power to rise up stripped from us. When will this cycle end?"

"When someone stands up to him," Arian said. "Someone has to."

"That's easier said than done," Elvira replied. "Hinnerk is powerful. He isn't the leader of a gang and retainer of his power for nothing. Any form of resistance that manages to crop up in our town has its earth salted before it can sprout. ...If only we could manage a breakthrough…"

"...One day." The Riolu was still insisting on optimism. However, he realised brooding over Hinnerk wouldn't do any good. "This isn't relevant. Let's keep looking for Iona. And the torc, too."

"You're right. Let's find them."

The two kept looking high and low for the child of the Florges. They looked thoroughly throughout the floor, searching in all the flower beds for the sight of a little sprite holding a flower. They fought any wild Pokémon that came their way, all in search of the lost child.

However, they found themselves at the stairs once again, their search having borne no fruit.

"...Well, up we go, I guess," said Arian, beginning to start up the steps.

"She has to be somewhere," Elvira murmured. "We still have more floors to search. Let's go."

Blossoming Meadow
4F

Arian and Elvira scoured the third floor as thoroughly as the first two for the missing child. They battled the various wild Pokémon of the Dungeon, of which there were Cottonee, Cutiefly, Zigzagoon, Pom-Pom Oricorio, Weedle, Kakuna, Silcoon and Beautifly. All the while, they kept a lookout for the child of the Florges, presumed to be a Flabébé.

But the third floor yielded no sign of the lost Pokémon.

"One more floor to check," Arian said. "I hope Iona's here. Otherwise, we may have a problem on our hands…

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that," Elvira said. "Let's get to looking."

Arian led the way down the southeast exit, Elvira following behind. Once again, a multitude of flowers in a plethora of different colours greeted them on the hedgerows. Both Pokémon searched the hedgerows for a potential Flabébé, but no luck greeted them.

Before they were out of the corridor, a Pom-Pom Oricorio confronted them, dancing on its feet as it flew at Arian, striking him with a Pound.

"...You like to dance, huh?" Arian said, looking at the Dancing Pokémon. "Then let's dance." His claws turned a metallic sheen. "Let's dance with our moves!"

He lunged forward, slashing the Oricorio with Metal Claw. The bird staggered back a bit from the attack, before moving in with a Peck. The speed was quick, and unfortunately, Arian couldn't dodge out of the way in time. He was hit in the right shoulder, eliciting a cry of pain from the Riolu.

"Arian!" Elvira cried, worried for her teammate. "Hold on, I'll help you!" She dashed forward with a Quick Attack.

"Thanks, Elvira!" Arian returned, before unleashing another Metal Claw upon the Oricorio. This strike was enough, and the Dancing Pokémon fainted.

"Are you alright, Arian?" Elvira asked.

"...A bit sore. But I'll be fine," assured the Riolu. "Do you have an oran berry?"

"I do." The Treecko handed him one. "Look out for Flying-type moves like that one. ...You don't look too bad, at least. We can keep moving."

They eventually reached the end of the corridor, which opened out into a huge room with a number of different exits. A number of flower patches were present in the room, meaning more places to look for the Flabébé, if the child was indeed one.

"Well, let's start looking here," Arian said. "...Hello? Anyone here? Anyone?"

His voice echoed around the room. But no response returned to him.

"...They're not here," Elvira mournfully noted.

"Let's not jump to conclusions so quickly," Arian replied. "Let's look around. It could be possible they're trying to keep quiet in order to let the wild Pokémon not detect them."

And so they did this, scouring every flower patch for the child. But by the time they were nearing the other side of the room, there was no sign of a Flabébé or any Pokémon like that. The two were also sidetracked by combating against a Beautifly and a Cottonee that had wandered into the room, and so the focus was for a time taken off the search.

But soon they returned to it, and Arian was investigating a flowerbed over by one of the room's exits. Elvira was over by one of the other flower patches, across from him.

Hmm...no sign of any Pokémon here, he thought to himself. I wonder...does Elvira have any clues?

Then he heard it.

"...*sniffle**sniffle*..."

Hm? What's that noise? Arian's attention was grasped by what he'd heard. Where's it coming from?

"I couldn't find anything, Arian," Elvira called from across. "Should we move on to - "

"Shh," Arian interrupted. "...Hold on a minute, Elvira."

"What is it, Arian?" she wondered. "Do you hear something?"

"I think." The Riolu closed his eyes, and listened to the sounds of the meadow. The chirping of distant Oricorio, the rustling of leaves, the gentle blow of the breeze…

"*sniffle**sniffle*"

"There it is again," murmured Arian.

"There's what again?" Elvira wondered. "I don't hear anything."

"I'm definitely hearing something. It's faint, but it almost sounds like...someone crying? I think that's what it is."

"Someone crying? The crying of a lost child, perhaps?" Elvira presumed. "Which way, Arian?"

"That way." Arian pointed to the path he was next to, the southwest path. "It's down this path." He began his walk down the corridor, with Elvira following close behind.

With his ears pricked, he caught the sound more clearly. It did indeed sound like crying, and specifically, it sounded akin to the sobs of a young girl. In other words...just who they were looking for.

"It's here," Arian said, stopping in front of a flower patch. "The crying's coming from around here. Hello? Is anyone there?"

He scanned the patch of flowers. A plethora of colours greeted him back. Red, yellow, blue, white, violet…

Wait a minute. Arian looked closer at an area where a number of yellow flowers were located. Oddly enough, though, amidst the yellow, there was one red flower that looked decidedly out of place. Not to mention, it was moving, but not with the breeze.

It was as if someone very small was holding it. Someone...like a Flabébé.

Arian and Elvira looked at each other.

Bingo. We've found her.

"Um, excuse me? Flabébé?" Elvira chose to say.

"Eek!" a small voice squealed, and the flower, along with the little fairy that held it, jumped into the air. "Please don't eat me! I taste terrible!"

"We're not here to eat you," Arian placated. "We're here to get you out of here and back to your home." He spoke a bit more tenderly, knowing he was talking to a child.

"...R-Really?" the Flabébé sniffled. Now that the two could see her clearly, it was evident from her face that the sprite had been crying. "Wh-Who are you guys?"

"I'm Elvira, and this is Arian," the former introduced. "You're Iona, right?"

"H-How do you know?"

"Your mom told us. She's worried sick about you."

"My mommy? Oh no..." Tears pricked in the Flabébé's eyes. "I don't want to make Mommy sad."

"She'll be happy when she sees you again," Arian replied, his voice still having that same softness to it. "She'll be relieved that her child's safe and sound."

"Don't worry, Iona. We'll get you out of this Dungeon," promised Elvira. "We just have to find the exit first. Stay with us, and we'll get you there. And don't worry; we're not Thorned Roses. You don't have to be scared of us."

"...Th-Thank you," Iona said, still tearful. "Mommy said I should never talk to strangers. But you guys seem alright."

"We are. Not all strangers are bad people," Arian said to her. "Some...aren't so nice, but there are people out there who will help you. Like now."

"Speaking of which, we should probably get out of here. A feral could attack at any time," Elvira warned.

"Good point," Arian accepted. "Stay by our side at all times, Iona. There's still dangerous Pokémon out there."

"...They nearly got me…" Iona recalled, shaking slightly. "That's why I hid. But...I've been stuck here for hours, and I don't know how to get out of here. Please, please help me..."

"Of course we will. Don't worry," reassured Elvira. "We'll protect you from any wild Pokémon that try to attack us."

And so it was arranged that Iona would travel between Arian and Elvira, in order to keep her safe from any attacking Pokémon. It was lucky for them that the only foe they encountered on the way to the exit was a Zigzagoon, which Arian dispatched quickly with a Force Palm.

The corridor after this, the trio spotted the stairs.

"There they are," Arian gestured, pointing to them. "Let's get out of here."

"Yes. The sooner we reunite Iona with her mother, the better," Elvira said.

And so the three went up the steps.

Blossoming Meadow
Grove

Once they reached the top of the steps, they could immediately see surroundings of a more normal nature, implying they were out of Blossoming Meadow's Mystery Dungeon.

"Finally," Arian said, breathing a sigh of relief. "Back to normal surroundings. Boy, Mystery Dungeons are weird places…"

"Yeah, you're right! They're so weird!" chirped Iona in concurrence.

"Don't look at me," Elvira said, once the gazes of the other two fell on her. "I didn't make them. And I didn't choose to put one here. ...Though, that said, once you get through the Mystery Dungeon, this is a lovely place to visit." She turned to look away from the exit, and towards the grove.

Arian blinked, in bewilderment. Just like in the Mystery Dungeon, flowers of all different colours greeted his gaze. However, because there were no narrow corridors or walls, it was a perfect field of flowers, unconstrained by the labyrinthine Mystery Dungeon.

"Wow…" the Riolu remarked, enchanted by the sight. "It's beautiful…"

"Mommy and I wanted to see this place," Iona informed. "To get away from those meanies. Because Dad's not here anymore…and Mommy didn't want me to disappear too…"

"That's so cruel," Arian replied. "How they tore apart a family like this…" He remembered their mission. "We'll find out what happened to him, Iona. Don't worry."

"You will? …Please," Iona begged. "I want Daddy back…I love him so much. Why did they take him away…?"

"We don't know. But we'll find out." Just the sight of the little fairy on the verge of tears made Elvira determined to get to the bottom of this mystery.

"Thank you…" The Flabébé then looked around the grove. "Um…can we pick flowers? I wanna make Mommy happy, because she's been so sad since Daddy was taken away…"

"Sure," Arian permitted. "In fact, there's something we need to find here too. It's the other reason we came here in the first place."

"How about I pick flowers with Iona, and you look for the torc?" suggested Elvira.

"Sounds like a plan."

And so it was arranged, with Elvira picking a small bundle of roses to carry back to town. Arian, meanwhile, hunted down the item.

A torc…That's like a neck ring in a crescent moon shape, isn't it? He peered around the grove. Just like Iona, this'll be easier said than done. So many flowers that it could be hiding under…

He needn't have worried, though. As it turned out, the Sandy Torc Conall and Caitríona were looking for was in a patch of grass where there were no flowers.

"Got it!" Arian called to the other two, holding the item up.

"Good job, Arian," Elvira commended. "Now that we have both Iona and the torc, let's head back to town."

With that, the three of them walked out of the meadow and back to the main road.

"And so we managed to beat those two Thorned Roses and save Elvira's friend," Arian was saying to Flora, relaying the events of the day before.

"Cool! You won against them?" Iona was in awe. "Go, Arian and Elvira!"

"Thanks, Iona. But then it was for a friend, and you'd do anything for friends. Wouldn't you, Elvira?"

"You would," agreed the Treecko. Her attention then directed to the road ahead of them. "...Oh. There's the edge of town. Hang on a minute." She dug into the bag of coins, searching for 100P for the toll.

"Oh, the toll," guessed Iona.

"Yeah," Elvira said, with a tone of slight annoyance.

"You paid them before when going out to the meadow, did you, Iona?" Arian wondered.

"No," Iona denied. "Me and Mommy snuck past when they weren't looking."

"Really?" The amnesiac was surprised to hear this. "Wasn't that dangerous?

"No. There was no one at the gate when me and Mommy came through," insisted Iona. "I'm telling the truth! There really was no one there!"

"Hmm…" Arian's paw went to his chin. "What could this mean?"

"...It could've just been a change of guard duty," Elvira reasoned. "It could've happened that they were in the middle of it when you came up, Iona."

"...Maybe," Arian said, thoughtfully. "But let's wonder about that later. Let's get Iona back to her home."

They walked up to the gate. Based on what the Flabébé had told them, the Riolu was hopeful that perhaps there'd be no one on the other side of the gate this time as well. Hopefully they're in the middle of a duty change. ...Please, if there is a god up there…

"Halt!"

Damn it.

The Krokorok from earlier had his claw held out. "Ya wanna come in 'ere, ya hand over the goods! " He then looked at the two again. "...Oi, ain't ya the two from before?"

"They are," the Gligar from before confirmed. "It's the same two from before. ...Along with a Flabébé."

"...Whatever," the Krokorok dismissed. "Pay up."

"...Here's the money," Elvira said, presenting the sand crocodile with 100P. "Now can we go in?"

"Go. Scram!"

"With pleasure," Arian scathingly returned, before walking into the city, with Elvira and Iona following him.

"I wouldn't say things like that, Arian," Elvira warned. "We don't want to get to get too much on their bad side. Otherwise…"

"Right." The human saw her point. "Sorry."

"Now then, Iona," Elvira asked. "Do you know where you live?"

"Hmm…" The Flabébé examined the streets, before her eyes lit up in recognition. "It's down that way." She pointed to the street on their right, which happened to be the way they came to the front of town.

"All right. Lead the way, Iona."

And so the two went down the back alley, with Iona leading the way. They went past the same miserable, boarded up houses that they'd gone by earlier, and once again, Arian got the same feeling from earlier of that ever-lingering fear. It was unsettling, and the human silently wished to himself that the search for Iona's house wouldn't take much longer.

Thankfully for him, it didn't. The Flabébé floated to one of the houses with boards on the outside.

"This is my house," she told Arian and Elvira. "Now, to let Mommy know…" She floated up to one of the timber boards, before, to the surprise of the other two, she was able to pull one slightly outwards and knock with it. And not just any knock - it was five slow knocks, carried out in such a way as if it was meant to be different to a normal knock.

There was a brief silence. But then, the door opened, and a Florges came into view.

"Hi, Mommy!" Iona greeted.

"Iona?!" cried the Florges. "Oh, thank goodness you're here! I thought you might never come home…" She embraced her daughter with relieved joy.

"Me too. I thought I'd be stuck in there," the Flabébé replied. "But these nice people saved me."

"You saved her." The Florges's attention turned to the other two Pokémon standing outside the door. "Thank you so much. Iona means the world to me. If I lost her forever, I don't know what I would do…"

"Here you go, Mommy!" Iona presented the roses to her. "I got these for you! You've been so sad since Daddy's gone, so I wanted to cheer you up!"

"Roses?" The Florges took them. "Thank you so much, Iona. I really haven't been looking after the flowers since your father was taken away. I'll cherish these."

She then turned to Arian and Elvira.

"How can I ever repay you back? I'm afraid we don't have much in the way of money, but...I can think of a gift to give you two as thanks for saving Iona. Hold on for a minute, I'll go get it."

The Florges returned into the house. A minute later, she returned with something wrapped in cloth.

"Here you go. It's nanab bread," she said, handing it to Arian. "I made it yesterday. I hope it satisfies you."

"Oh, I like nanab bread," Elvira replied, a smile crossing her face. "Of course it does. You don't have to worry about any more repayment."

"...Good. Anyway, it's getting late." Iona's mother looked up at the sky, where the evening was setting in. "It's nearing your bedtime, Iona."

"Okay, Mommy," Iona obliged.

"And that goes for you two as well," the Florges added, looking at Arian and Elvira. "Take care. The Thorned Roses don't take kindly to those out past curfew."

"Understood. Thanks for that advice," Elvira thanked. "...We should get going, Arian, and give the torc back to the merchants."

"Right. Thanks very much!" Arian said to Iona's mother.

"I bid you a safe journey," the Florges returned. "May Lunala's light guide your path."

The door closed in front of them.

"That's one thing done," the Riolu said. "Now, to return the torc…"

"Ah, you found it! Good! I knew you kids had it in ya."

Conall and Caitríona were closing down their stall for the day when Arian and Elvira approached them and gave them the Sandy Torc. Conall gazed with delight at the item, and Caitríona was looking similarly pleased.

"Thank you very much for finding this," the Sandslash said gratefully.

"Well, as promised, here's your reward." Conall reached for some funds, and gave 150P to the duo.

"Thank you." Elvira filed the money. "But don't forget that you promised us something else."

"Ah yes, of course. What we know about the disappearances." The Lycanroc considered his words. "Hate to tell ya that we don't know much either."

"What? But you said you had information!" Arian protested.

"We don't know much," Conall clarified. "Just a snippet. What apparently happens to the folks who are taken away is that they're all rounded up and taken somewhere. But where they're taken is kept strictly under wraps. The only ones that seem to know are Hinnerk and Mikhail, that Seviper right hand of his."

"Mikhail?" That name alone made Arian shiver, still remembering him from earlier in the day.

"Yup. It really is tight-lipped. Oh, and while we're at it, here's some more info," Conall added. "There aren't actually as many folks in the Thorned Roses as you'd think."

"Really?" Neither of the duo were expecting that.

"Yeah, we've noticed that, haven't we, Ríona?" Conall said to her. "It's the same people all the time doing the patrols and watching us like Braviary. And it's also what our lot have figured out too."

"So…they don't have much macho behind that intimidation, huh?" Arian was taking this into consideration.

"That doesn't mean they're not dangerous, Arian," Elvira warned. "They've kept a hold on this town for five years, and have made people disappear. We can't underestimate them even slightly."

"You have that right. We're taking a massive risk even saying these things right now," Caitríona said. "Conall, I think that's enough."

"But I'm not done yet," whined the Lycanroc. "Just one more thing, you two. Where do you live?"

"Where we live?" Elvira was somewhat sceptical. "Why do you want to know?"

"To keep in touch. In case we have any more info to give. We want to find out that mystery you two are after too."

"...Not far outside the south of town, towards Lukomoria," the Treecko revealed, after some consideration.

"Great. Thanks a bunch."

"You two should be on your way," Caitríona advised. "Curfew will be soon, and I daren't imagine what will happen if the Thorned Roses find you out past it."

"We'll be on our way, then," Elvira said. "Thanks a lot for the info, you two."

"Anytime. Hope to see you around," Conall returned.

"Bye!" Arian waved to them as they left.

The two headed off to Tamara's house, to go through the tunnel that lead to the south end of town.

"So…all in all, I'd say that day was a success," Arian summarised.

"It was. I enjoyed working with you, Arian," Elvira said, with a smile on her face.

"I did too." The Riolu found her smile infectious, and he had a grin on his face in seconds. "Let's go back to your place and tell Zenobia all about today. Today may not have been a wholly smooth ride, but it was an adventure all right."

"It was. And I did find out a few more things about you," Elvira added. "Who knew you were good with kids?"

"Yeah. I'm surprising even myself with that," Arian mused. "More stuff will come out in future, no doubt. Anyway...shall we get home?"

"Yes. Let's head."

They ended up treading the same paths they'd walked earlier that day. As they made their way back to Tamara's house, where the tunnel to the outside lay, Elvira reflected on what they'd achieved.

We have a connection now, with Caitríona and Conall. I don't know what they'll provide, but they mean well. We're still nowhere close to figuring out the mystery of those disappearances, though, other than only Hinnerk and Mikhail really know what the truth is. I guess we'll just have to dig for more clues tomorrow. Everything's going well so far. Please let this good streak last a while longer…

She looked up at the evening sky.

Are you up there, Dad? I don't know if you are or not, but if you are up there...watch over me, will you?

And if you aren't up there…then I'll find you, wherever you are.

Notes

I tried to envision Ozerograd in the style of many towns we see in medieval fantasy games. The setting for the world of Ardalion is a rustic one, just like the other Mystery Dungeon games, so I'm sticking to that model.

The last message on the graffiti was intentional, and meant to reflect graffiti language we would see in real life. But of course I would not reveal such language here, hence why Arian turned away before it could be read. I intend to keep this at a T rating, after all.

Also, Ozerograd translates to 'lake town' in Russian. As a supplementary note, Lake Lazurny was named for its colour: 'lazurnyy' means 'azure' in Russian. And Selenia is derived from the Russian 'zelenyy', meaning 'green', as a reference to the country's lush greenery that I envision it to be.

Why Russian? ...No particular reason, really. But when I was making this story, the idea came to me to use different names and etymologies for each country, its locations and the people that live there. As for what would be called Selenia, I decided to use Slavic names for the country. There'll be more examples of this naming in the other countries to come, and I'll explain them when we get to them.

There will be exceptions, though, like the fact that several characters already have had names that decidedly are not Slavic, like Flora. I look at it this way: in Xenoblade Chronicles 2 they employed a similar system of giving different accents to characters from each region. But not every character in that region necessarily has a name adhering to that dialect(e.g. not every Gormotti has a Welsh name, not every Ardainian has a Scottish name, etc. If you've played it, you probably know what I mean). Also, Mystery Dungeon names won't usually apply to this, and they'll typically have names reminiscent to Dungeons in the games.

Speaking of Mystery Dungeons, I won't cover every floor that our heroes go through from here on. Just the ones where something notable happens or an important conversation carries out on that floor.

That's all for now. Thanks for reading, and see you next time.

Updates(16/12/22): Early chapter updates. Expansion of the Thorned Roses making townsfolk disappear, as well as adding a new errand that Caitríona and Conall give to the group in exchange for info and contact information. It better rounds out the eventual connection made.

Arukona · Oct 15, 2022

Chapter 7
Intrigue

Just about every basic structure had a leader to them. Whether it was a country, fiefdom, city or town, there was always some structure of systematic hierarchy in place. A king ruled over a country. He in turn entrusted the management of land to his vassals in exchange for loyalty and allegiance. The vassals looked after the land and collected taxes from the people, thereby keeping the country functioning.

This was true in Selenia, where the tsar entrusted oblasts to smaller dynasties who administered smaller matters within them. It was a system rigidly placed with hundreds of years of precedent, one that even the new regime of Mitrofan couldn't undo. And so lands were doled out in the fashion of old, some to lords who switched allegiances from a tsarist position to him, and also to lucky individuals.

Among these individuals stood a certain Obstagoon that had become infamous among those who he presided over in the Ozerograd oblast. He hadn't been given his land; rather, he'd taken it by force by killing the previous lord and lady, taking over residence in their villa and instilling himself as the self-proclaimed leader of the area. The nature of his takeover also attracted the seedier, roguish types to his side, and he created a gang out of them, which he called the Thorned Roses. They kept his leadership intact through quashing resistance and through intimidation, violence and other shady methods.

Meanwhile, he would be the head honcho of it all, living the life of a lord and indulging in all the privileges that status brought. He spent most of his time out of town, in a villa not far from Ozerograd itself. He made sure to take full advantage of the previous lord's living conditions, guzzling exotic foods, and frequently raiding the wine cellar, usually becoming incredibly inebriated as a result of his excessive drinking.

He also had luxurious furnishings in the villa, and he had servants to obey his every word. They were Thorned Roses, of course - he wouldn't have wanted the servants of the previous lord for fear of possible reprisal by them. It would be all too easy to slip poison into his wine and kill him that way. He was one to cut out potential problems at the root, rather than let them sprout later on.

He may have been strong, but it never hurt to be prepared. Thus, he engaged in training as a pastime to keep him vigilant.

Right now, the Obstagoon was laying into training dummies down by the shoreline of Lake Lazurny. A path led from the villa down to the lake, and floodgates had been set up along the path, just in case the lake's flooding reached that high. Granted, given the recent warm weather, there was little worry of this.

The sound of splintering wood came as Hinnerk slashed the dummy to pieces with a finishing blow in Night Slash. It didn't stand a chance against the Normal and Dark-type's force, and crumbled to pieces in a pile.

He reflected on his situation, as top dog of the Thorned Roses. Even among his men, he was fearsome, and some of them had been on the receiving end of his wrath for daring to speak up to him. In some cases, they had been servants, and admittedly, that did make him slightly paranoid that they might try and kill him in some way.

Maybe it'd be better to have no one serving me in that house, he thought to himself, before dismissing that thought. Nah. We all live for a day when we don't have to work. I'm not passing up being served by servants. Honestly...that's a dream life. Who the hell would pass that opportunity up?

Two names sprung to mind. And immediately, his mood soured.

...Well, not unless you're a certain team consisting of a do-gooder mudfish and a smug gecko with a tree stuck up his ass. Honest to Arceus...what's the point in going all the way to Grandmaster Rank and not accept all the honours that come with all that fame? Who in their right mind would pass that up? It's wasted on people like them!

Hinnerk found himself growling and his teeth gnashing at the thought of the two figures that had come into his head. And I was having a pretty good day too, he thought to himself. But even when they're not here, those two bastards still manage to be the most irritating pricks to ever have walked Ardalion. Honestly...I'm gonna need another fill of wine to forget those thoughts.

With his mind made up as to what to do next, the Obstagoon made his way back up to the villa, readying himself for another plundering of the wine cellar. It may have only been around mid-morning, but Hinnerk was vexed enough by his thoughts to want to suppress them with alcohol.

He climbed the path to the top, past the floodgates. He reached the villa and was about to head inside, when…

"Ah, there you are, Boss. There was me thinking you were passed out on the canapé again from one of your drunken binges."

The Obstagoon turned around in a slight huff, and saw none other than Mikhail. And behind him were a pair of Pokémon. Specifically, Bruno and Vivian, both of whom wore an expression that wished they were anywhere but here.

This was, of course, due to Hinnerk's fearsomeness. But that image of him could not have been cultivated well enough if Mikhail wasn't the second-in-command of the Thorned Roses. He was an able strategist, whose cunning and wit enabled them to effectively gather a motley crew of misfits and ruffians and organised them into a gang that would be able to reinforce Hinnerk's power and make the people of Ozerograd cower in submission to him and the Thorned Roses. Without Mikhail, Hinnerk would not be where he was now.

But this morning, due to his sudden foul mood, the Obstagoon wished himself that the viper was elsewhere. He was in no mood to deal with him and his wily manner.

"What is it, Mikhail?" Hinnerk demanded, not making an effort to disguise his annoyance. "This better be good. If it isn't, then piss off."

"My, we're in a foul mood today, aren't we?" observed the Seviper. "But then that's what happens when you quaff alcohol like it's water on a daily basis. You wouldn't want to be known as Hinnerk the Drunken Imbecile, do you?"

"Shut up, Mikhail!" growled the Obstagoon. "Now what the hell are you here for?" His attention was then drawn to the two Pokémon behind Mikhail. "And why do you have two runts with you?"

"For one simple reason: they failed their mission." The Seviper turned to face the duo behind him. "You shouldn't have failed to apprehend that girl."

"It wasn't our fault!" protested Vivian. "We would've got her if those stupid do-gooders hadn't showed up!"

"Yeah!" Bruno seconded. "W-We're not disloyal to you, Boss, really! It was as Vivian said! It was out of our hands!"

"Honestly, do you hear that desperation, Hinnerk?" Mikhail dismissed. "It's like a herd of wild Wooloo bleating sometimes. At least come up with better excuses in front of the Boss. How pathetic, Bruno and Vivian."

"Bruno and Vivian…" Hinnerk scanned the two. "Oh yes, I remember now. The rookies that joined sometime back. The Meowth and that Deino boy with a girl's name." He snickered at this, looking at the dragon in question. "Vivian...Who the hell gave you that name in the first place? Was your voice too high-pitched to tell?"

Vivian was on the cusp of giving a retort. But he remembered who he was speaking to, and reluctantly held his tongue.

"So what did Girl's Name and the other runt fail in?" the Thorned Roses' leader asked. "Was it something serious? It better not have been." He glared at the rookies, whose fear only increased tenfold.

"Thankfully, no. They were to apprehend a girl whose family's behind on rent payments," Mikhail informed. "They had the perfect opportunity, and squandered it. He looked over at the two in acknowledgment. "Tell the Boss exactly how you failed that simple task. Any excuses, and it's straight to latrine duty."

Bruno and Vivian gulped when faced with the demanding leers of Hinnerk and Mikhail. The former swallowed his fear and spoke up.

"Two friends of the girl came along to save her," the Meowth began. "And they were a lot stronger than we thought. ...We lost to them," he admitted, embarrassed and ashamed.

"They were talking heroic crap about how they were going to help Selenia in its darkest hour. Or something like that," Vivian recalled scathingly. "That Riolu...Could he have been any more annoying? Talking like he was number one...He talked shit about the Thorned Roses, too. Said he hadn't even heard of us.

"He was weird, too. His eyes were green, even though Riolu's eyes are normally red," elaborated Bruno. "...Stupid twit. He'll get what's coming to him. That Treecko, too."

Hinnerk was half-listening to the explanation the rookies were giving him, not really caring at first. However, at Bruno's last statement, he suddenly snapped to attention.

A Treecko?

"A Riolu and a Treecko…" Mikhail murmured. "They might well be those two I encountered in the main square yesterday. That same Riolu talked back to me as well, as if he was some big shot. ...My Poison Tail showed him." He grinned evilly at the memory.

"...So that Riolu's a problem, then," Hinnerk noted. "...But I'm more curious about the Treecko. What did you glean about them?"

"...Hmm…" The Seviper racked his brains. "...I didn't notice any defining traits about the Treecko. The only thing I could say is that she was a girl around late adolescence, if I had to make an educated guess. ...I couldn't say for sure. To me, the Riolu was the greater drawer of attention of the two of them." He looked at his boss, curiosity in his eyes. "...Why do you ask? Why are you so curious about the Treecko?

"...Oh, it's just...something," Hinnerk replied. "Just a hunch, really. You two!" His raised voice made the Meowth and Deino jump. "Did you get names for them?"

"Names? Um…" Bruno racked his brains. "What was that Treecko called? Elvina? No...Elvira. Yes, it was Elvira!"

The mention of that name made Hinnerk think back. It was familiar. He'd definitely heard it being mentioned before.

Elvira…

With that name, a half-forgotten memory came back to him.

Seven years ago...

Hinnerk walked through the back streets of Iria, clutching a sack. He had been tasked to transport a valuable commodity by his overheads, and he obliged dutifully, knowing that his reward would be a lucrative one. At one point, he stopped, and looked through the small sack once more, double-checking that nothing had fallen out. That wouldn't end well for me if it did.

He continued along the alley, strutting on all fours as a Linoone. He had not yet evolved, although he was putting in hours at night time in order to potentially trigger the evolution.

It'll happen one day, he kept assuring himself.

He wasn't too much further to his destination, at least. Just another bit to go, and…

"Hah...Finally, we're out of there."

The sound of the voice made Hinnerk freeze. Especially given that he knew who that voice belonged to.

What? What the hell is Kallias doing here?! No, no, no...if he sees me, then I'm doomed! Quickly, he looked for a hiding place. But there wasn't anywhere completely foolproof, so he had to make do with some stacked beer kegs. Please don't come down this far, please don't come down this far...he silently begged.

"You're telling me," a second voice sounded out. "I never thought we'd get out of there."

Shit...Melchior's here too?

"Who would've thought it'd come to this in our lives?" Kallias's voice spoke, with slight mirth in it. "I mean, I'm grateful for the praise, but...it does wear on you when you just want to go home to the Guild. After all, I did promise Elvira I'd be home for her hatch day. I don't want to be away like last time."

"It's not for another few days, though," Melchior pointed out. "You've got time, Kallias."

"Yes, time. Time enough for the Tropius Carriers to deliver it," Kallias said. "That Dresilian merchant did promise me he'd have everything ready before then."

"Let's hope he followed through," Melchior replied. "That would be most unfortunate, if the hatch day gift arrived late."

"True. I do love my little girl." Kallias's voice spoke with tenderness. "She and Zenobia mean the world to me. And I don't want to let Elvira down like last hatch day. To think she'll be eleven already...She's growing up fast. Before you know it, she'll be apprenticing at the Guild. And I'm sure when that happens, she'll be the happiest girl in the world."

"I imagine she will," Melchior agreed. "...You're not going to give it to her right away, though, are you?"

"No, too soon," dismissed Kallias. "Not until she's a teenager, at least. But that's not too far away. Time flies, alright. My little girl will be a Grovyle before we know it. That's what it feels like these days."

"Sure does," Melchior agreed. "...Hmm...I think the coast is clear. The crowd appeared to miss us."

"Thank the gods for that," Kallias replied, relief present in his voice. "My arms ache after signing all those autographs. I just want to get back to the Guild…"

"Let's go, then," Melchior replied. Then, to the immense relief of the Linoone in the alley, the duo strolled away back into the main streets.

...Thank Arceus they didn't see me, Hinnerk thought, breathing a sigh of relief. It'd be one thing to be spotted. But by Team Marshwood of all people? I'd never live it down. Now then...once the coast is clear, time to get out of sight.

After a short wait to make sure the Sceptile and Swampert were gone, the Linoone continued down the alleyway.

It had been a close call of a moment, back then, trying to avoid detection. And frankly, it was a moment that he had dreaded on reflection, being so close to being caught by Kallias and Melchior, two individuals he loathed with a passion.

But now...it proved to highlight to him an important fact that he typically dismissed before this.

Fernblade Kallias had a daughter named Elvira. And now there was a Treecko by the name of Elvira that had defeated two of his henchmen.

...There's no way in hell that's a coincidence. I'd stake my whole claim to Ozerograd on it. ...So, like father, like daughter, eh? Typical. Just typical. Even when Kallias has disappeared off the face of the world, his spawn takes his place.

...But they're not the same, he then thought to himself. Fernblade Kallias was in a league of his own. There's no way his kid's as powerful as he is. She's just a Treecko, after all. Which means...I may be able to reel her in.

A devilish smile appeared on the Obstagoon's lips.

"...Hinnerk?" questioned Mikhail, not knowing why his boss's foul mood had given way to a smirk.

"Change of plans, Mikhail," Hinnerk announced. "We have a Treecko to hunt."

"Do we now? Why the haste?" Mikhail wondered.

"Revenge, Mikhail." Hinnerk grinned evilly. "I've a strong hunch that Treecko is Fernblade Kallias's daughter."

"Fernblade Kallias's daughter?" The Seviper cocked his head. "You really think so?"

"I'm certain of it. If this Treecko conveniently named Elvira doesn't happen to have any relation to that smug bastard, then I'll eat carpet," Hinnerk replied. "He had a kid named Elvira, that puffed-up do-gooder. I'll be damned if it's a coincidence. And I can't think of a better way to get revenge on Fernblade Kallias by doing away with his little girl."

"A wonderful idea," Mikhail agreed, his expression taking on the same evil grin that Hinnerk was sporting. "That would be a delicious act of karma, wouldn't it?"

"Indeed, it would." Hinnerk licked his lips. "Looks like we got ourselves a wench to hunt. Scour the surrounding area for her, and when you find her, make sure to bring her back to me. But don't kill her. I want to be the one to send her to Yveltal's embrace."

"Understood. I'll get around to dispatching men to look for her." The Seviper then gestured to the two behind him. "But first of all. For your failure, you two are assigned to sewer treatment."

"Oh come on! Really?" protested Bruno. "But we told you about the girl's name!"

"Doesn't matter. You lost to her," Mikhail dismissed. "Now hop to it! Those sewers won't clean themselves!"

"Fine," accepted the Meowth reluctantly. "Vivian, let's just do it and get it over with."

"...Alright," sighed Vivian in defeat, before they turned around to leave.

"Don't worry, Hinnerk. I won't let you down," pledged Mikhail. "We'll find Fernblade Kallias's girl. And that Riolu, too. They'll make fine sacrifices." With that, the viper turned and made his way back to town with his two subordinates.

"They sure will, Mikhail," the Obstagoon grinned, as he left. "It's annoying, though. His little girl has been hiding under my nose all this time, has she? If only I'd known that sooner...Oh well. Better late than never, I suppose." He turned his back and got ready to head into the villa.

Before he entered the building, Hinnerk looked to the blue sky, up to the heavens. A taunting smile crossed his face.

That'll show you, Fernblade Kallias. After the way you ruined my life...I'd be all too happy to snuff the life from the girl that meant everything to you.

"Mmm...this is rather nice," Zenobia commented, after eating a piece of nanab bread. "It's as good as mine, I'd say."

"Oh no, I wouldn't say so," Elvira replied. "This is good, but...nothing compares to your nanab bread, Mom."

"I haven't made it in a while. Perhaps when this leg of mine heals, I'll get around to making some."

It was the morning after Arian and Elvira had returned home from their escapade in Blossoming Meadow. They regaled that day's exploits to Zenobia over dinner, and the Heliolisk congratulated them for their selflessness in jumping in to save the young Flabébé. The two Pokémon went to bed not long after, satisfied that they'd done a good day's work.

Now it was the next morning, and the three occupants of the house were eating breakfast. However, instead of preparing her own breakfast, Zenobia wished to try some of the nanab bread loaf that Arian and Elvira brought home the night prior. The two agreed, and so nanab bread was that morning's dish.

"We would need nanab berries, though," Elvira pointed out. "And that's something I haven't seen in the marketplace for a while. Because all the merchants have been scared off."

"What about someone like Conall and Caitríona?" suggested Arian. "Would they sell them?"

"They weren't selling them yesterday. Just items for Mystery Dungeon delving," the Treecko replied. "I wonder if they have any more intel for us."

"Guess we'll see when we go back into town today," Arian said.

"Going into town…" A worried look crossed Zenobia's face. "Are you sure, you two?"

"Well…" Elvira's reply faltered when she saw the concern in her mother's eyes.

"We need to figure out what's going with the Thorned Roses," Arian reasoned. "We won't be able to find out anything without going into town."

"I understand that. I really do." Zenobia's worry did not waver. "But think of yourselves as well. The fact that Arian was attacked and poisoned yesterday without provocation is only proof of the kinds of tricks the Thorned Roses will pull. If you must go into town, then please, please be careful…"

"Don't worry, Mom. We will be," Elvira assured. However, she didn't sound so confident after hearing that speech from her mother. Arian could sense the sadness and doubt in her.

She got up and went to clean up. But at that moment, knocking was heard on the front door.

"Who could that be?" wondered Zenobia.

"I'll get it," Elvira volunteered. She made her way out of the room and down the hallway.

"I'll go as well," Arian seconded, and followed Elvira. The Treecko reached the front door, and opened it.

Outside were two Pokémon. One of them was a pink, white and red insect-like Pokémon with two long scythes and a striped pattern along its legs. The other was a familiar face to the duo - a Petilil.

"Oh, hello, Flora," greeted Elvira. "And Vardan as well. …It's good to see you."

"Likewise," the other Pokémon returned. The voice of it was masculine, which was something of a surprise to Arian; their colouration did look a tad feminine to him. "It's good to see you again, Elvira. It's nice to meet your partner too." He looked over her shoulder at the Riolu just behind her. "Arian, was it? Flora told me all about you. I'm Vardan, her father. It's good to meet you."

"Oh, er, you too," returned Arian, somewhat awkwardly. He looked away slightly, and then his gaze fell on Flora. "Hi, Flora."

"You're not great at introductions, are you?" the Petilil snarked.

"Don't be rude, Flora," Vardna chastised. "You said he was "You said he had amnesia. He's likely still getting adjusted to this new reality of his." He turned back to Arian. "I'm probably the first Lurantis you've seen, I presume?"

"Yeah. I haven't seen anyone like you before," Arian confirmed. "Then again, I haven't seen much since waking up."

"Why did you come out here, Vardan?" Elvira wondered. "Flora, I understand. But why you as well?"

"Well, I came to see you and your mother," the Lurantis elaborated. "But there's another reason too, involving the two of you. Could we go in and discuss it?"

"Of course. Come on in," Elvira permitted.

And so the two visitors ended up having tea with the three residents of the house. Vardan brought some persim tea leaves, which brought another new taste to Arian's lips. He found he rather liked it. The taste wasn't a blessing on his lips - it wasn't quite that flavourful to him - but it was alright.

"So how are things going in town?" Zenobia asked, taking a sip of tea.

"Same as always," Vardan replied, giving something of a chuckle with a light hint of bitterness. "Thorned Roses everywhere, everyone being fearful of them, and therefore people tend to only go out if they absolutely have to. It's not been great for business, to say the least. But we're getting by, somehow."

"And how's Diantha?" the Heliolisk queried. "I see she couldn't be with you today."

"No. She's holding down the fort while we're out here," explained the Lurantis. "She sends her regards, though. Oh, and she hopes you get better soon as well."

"I hope so, too. It's been quite limiting," agreed Zenobia, looking down at her injured leg. "On the upside, though, I've finally been able to dig into that bookshelf and find some literature. I've been re-reading the Mystery Dungeon Tales series. My goodness, it's bringing back memories of when Kallias showed that series to me. I'm going to jump right back into it once we're done here."

"All that talk about books and stories...You really are a family of bookworms," Flora remarked.

"Yes, and proud to be one," the Heliolisk countered. "Books are a gateway to another world. A brilliant escape from a grim reality. You should read with me, Flora."

"Maybe," the Petilil deflected.

"So you'll be looking after Mom for the day," Elvira said to Flora. "But why are you here, Vardan?"

"Okay, there's a bit of a story to this one. This morning, Rosa came into our shop. And unusually for the woman, she was in a good mood. When I asked her about it, she told me that her daughter had been rescued from Blossoming Meadow by two young Pokémon. They were none other than a Riolu and a Treecko by the name of Arian and Elvira."

"...Rosa? Would she be a Florges, by any chance?" Elvira asked.

"Yes, she is. I know her well, and she and Diantha are good friends," explained the Lurantis. "Flora had already told me about Elvira forming a team with a Riolu named Arian, so it didn't take long to connect the dots. Truth be told, I was curious about this new development, so when Flora was getting ready to head out here, I decided to tag along. So you do odd jobs that mercenaries of the Guild would've done, eh?"

"Yes. That's right."

"Well, would you mind if I employed your services?" Vardan requested.

"You want to hire us?" Arian said. He hadn't expected this.

"Yes. I'll pay you, of course. Is 100P good for payment?" the Lurantis asked.

"That's alright," accepted Elvira. "As long as the job isn't super difficult, anyway."

""It shouldn't be," Vardan said. "I've wanted for the last while to go to Cyan Cove. You surely know of the pearls that are found deep within the place?"

"Yes, indeed," Zenobia replied. "Kallias fashioned a necklace out of some pearls for an anniversary present for me once."

"Funny you should bring that up, Zenobia," Vardan said, with a light chuckle at the coincidence. "I want to get something similar for Diantha. With how things are going with the Thorned Roses, I would like to get her a gift to lift her spirits."

"Oh, let me guess," presumed Arian. "You want us to find a pearl for you in Cyan Cove."

"Yes, that's it exactly," the Lurantis replied. "I'd like you to retrieve pearls from there. They're normally found in the depths of the Dungeon."

"Dungeon?" Then it clicked for Arian. "So it's a Mystery Dungeon, then."

"True. But it's a benign one. You shouldn't have much trouble with it," Vardan assured.

"He's right," Elvira seconded. "I've been there a few times. It's not too dangerous. We should be fine."

"And it's away from town," Zenobia added. "So hopefully, you won't encounter any Thorned Roses there."

"Well, let's not wait any longer, then." Arian got up from his seat. "Come on, Elvira. Let's get going."

"Okay. I'll just get the bag and then we'll go," the Treecko said. She also got up from her seat, and left the kitchen to head to her own room, where their mercenary's bag was located. Arian followed her out of the room.

"What a pair," Vardan commented. "Guess she's finally taking after her father, eh?"

"Stop doing that, Dad," Flora chastised. "I told you; Elvira doesn't want to be compared to her dad. It'll only make her feel like she's not good enough."

"But in fairness, it will be hard to separate them," Vardan countered. "If word gets out about Elvira, people will inevitably compare her to her father. It's just what people do."

"I hope they don't," Zenobia expressed. "People always raise their expectations too high, and become disappointed when they fall short. Kallias encountered a fair amount of people like that who were expecting someone grand and heroic, only for his humble self to show up to them. Elvira's right to be worried about that kind of treatment."

"Hopefully she doesn't get it too bad," Vardan wished. "I wish her and Arian all the best. I really do. Who knows? They might well be the ones to knock the Thorned Roses down a peg or two. May Jirachi watch over them, and give them good fortune for times ahead."

"We go to the left," Elvira directed, once they had reached the road outside the house.

"Hmm...I haven't been this way yet," Arian noted, as he followed his partner in her instructed direction. "What's in this direction?"

"Well, Cyan Cove is this way, of course. But this is the main road that links the two towns of Ozerograd and Lukomoria. Beyond that, it eventually leads to the Empyrean Mountains and Miletos."

"The Empyrean Mountains?" Arian asked quizzically. "What are those?"

"The Empyrean Mountains…" Elvira considered what to say. "...I'd say they're the most prominent physical feature in Ardalion. It runs down the centre of the continent, and every single country has a part of the mountain range in them. All of the continent's major rivers run from there, and act as the lifeblood of Ardalion, nourishing millions of people. And the mountains themselves are massive. They're some of the tallest mountains in the country, some mountains reaching above the clouds themselves. They're honestly dominating. We should go see them at some point."

"Ooh...I'd like to see that," the Riolu said enthusiastically.

"They are quite a sight," the Treecko agreed. "They're like a barrier between the western and eastern halves of Ardalion. It's only thanks to a few narrow passageways that we can even link them. And even then, those are fairly treacherous to trek through. I have thought, though that the Empyrean Mountains being a barrier isn't necessarily a good thing."

"What do you mean?" Arian asked.

"You wouldn't know this, Arian, but the truth is that there's a big West-East divide in Ardalion," revealed Elvira. "That is to say, there's rivalry and considerable friction between Selenia and Alba, the countries west of the Empyrean Mountains, and Dresilia and Miletos, the countries of the east. You see, the east has better land than the West, which in the past led the eastern countries to become more powerful than their Western equivalents. But this led to the east looking down on the West like they're barbaric, backward savages. And this means that the west now looks on the east like they're selfish and egotistic."

"Really? Is it that bad?" the Riolu wondered.

"Mmhm. And the Empyrean Mountains make this difference all the more real," the Treecko went on. "Once you're on the opposite side, it's easy to view it as a world different from your own. The same goes for the people. If you're not a regular traveller between the halves of Ardalion, it's easy to believe what you hear."

"So there's racism at play in this world…" Arian murmured.

"Unfortunately, yes," Elvira accepted. "But obviously not all the stereotypes are true. Dad and Melchior had requests from the east by people who knew better than to believe in rumours. The tsar was also building bridges between the east and Selenia. While it was never an alliance as such, it was pretty close to it. A shame Mitrofan had to come along and derail all that."

"Wait a minute," Arian pondered. "If the leaders of the east were good friends with the previous tsar, then why aren't they doing anything about Mitrofan?"

"There isn't the political will in the east to do anything about Mitrofan," the Treecko replied. "Even if the leaders supported Mitrofan's removal, they'd still have to get approval from their nobles, and that would be an arduous task. It's apathy more than anything that's keeping them."

"...That's terrible," replied the Riolu, partly shocked by the reason given. "Apathy? Really? But there are people suffering over this side of the mountains! They need help!"

"If it's over the other side of the mountains, then it's not their problem. That's simply how they'd view it," Elvira reasoned. "I know. It is terrible. But that's just the way it is. Plus, from what I hear, they've had their own upheavals to deal with. They'd probably have bigger things on their plate than help out a country that's been despised by most of their citizens and nobility."

"That's…" Arian tried to come up with a response, but came up with nothing. He could only walk on in silence, slightly staggered by what he had heard, about the inactivity of the east in the face of this calamity in the west. How could they be so selfish? he thought to himself.

The two walked on in silence for the next while. Arian was still lost in thought about the east-west divide Elvira told him about, while the Treecko herself had gone silent, presumably lost in her own thoughts.

Silence reigned as the two of them walked further down the road. Eventually, Arian's thoughts drifted from his previous discussion with Elvira, and to their surroundings. Once again, the day was bright and sunny, and it brought out the best in the landscape. The grass was green, a gentle breeze blew, and the sun shone brightly, casting the land in a warm glow.

"Yet another beautiful day," he remarked.

"...Mmm," was all that Elvira murmured in agreement.

That's strange, the Riolu thought to himself. Is that all Elvira has to say? He looked over at the Treecko, and noticed that she had a pensive look on her face. What's she thinking about?

"Elvira?" he asked. "Is something the matter?"

"Hm?" Elvira seemed to snap out of her thoughts. "Oh no, I'm fine. Really."

"Are you alright? You seem a bit out of it," Arian observed. "Penny for your thoughts?"

"'Penny for your thoughts?'" Elvira repeated, rather confused. "What does that mean?"

"Oh, um. 'What's on your mind?'" the Riolu said. "You haven't heard that expression before?"

"...No. Never. What is a penny?" wondered Elvira. "And what does that expression mean?"

"A penny?" Arian was surprised at this gap in knowledge from the normally knowledgeable Treecko. "It's one coin. Like one Poké. A small amount. Where it comes from…" He thought about it. "I don't know myself, actually."

"Hm. Must be a human thing," mused Elvira.

"I guess so."

"So your memories of the human world haven't been wiped completely, then?" Elvira said. "If you can recall that…"

"Some vague things come back to me, I guess. But I can't remember anything major." That was still beyond the Riolu's reach.

"It's alright. Maybe it'll come back to you in time." Elvira was about to say more, but then she saw where they were. "Oh, here we are. The road to Cyan Cove.

a Y-junction lay in front of them, with a small side road veered downhill to the right, down to a small beach. The signpost at the junction helpfully informed them of what was in each direction.

← Lukomoria, Milenia Pass, Empyrean Mountains, MILETOS

→ Cyan Cove

"So to the right we go," Arian said.

The two walked down the hill. As they got further down, It wasn't long before they reached the rocks above the cove itself; a small inlet with. However, it was different to the beach just outside Elvira's house; this beach was more sheltered, with rocky formations all around the beach. True to its name, the sea seemed to shine a bright cyan colour in the inlet.

"Where's the Mystery Dungeon?" Arian wondered.

"It's down on the beach, near the centre of it," Elvira said, pointing to where she directed. "We'll have to climb down the rocks to get there."

"...Alright then. Shouldn't be a problem."

And indeed, it wasn't. The rocks were large, and climbing down them proved unchallenging. Occasionally, some unsteady footings were made by Arian, who hadn't climbed in his body of a Riolu before, but in the end, they both made it to the Mystery Dungeon without incident.

And right away, Arian noticed it, as he stepped onto the sand.

It was a cave. But it seemed like a dark, black abyss where no detail of the cave's insides could be made out. This being the third instance of this oddity, the Riolu knew immediately what this meant.

"So that's it, then," the human remarked. "The Mystery Dungeon. Are there really pearls in here? It looks a bit plain on the outside."

"That's because you haven't seen the inside," Elvira countered. "Never judge a book by its cover. Or in this case, never judge a cave by its entrance."

"Okay, that's at least a saying we have in the human world. The first one anyway," Arian replied. "Guess our sayings aren't so different after all."

"I guess not. ...But anyway. Let's head in and get what Vardan wants."

And with that, the duo headed in.

Cyan Cove
B1F

Once again, Arian and Elvira returned to the familiar format of the maze. However, this was a bit different for the former, due to the fact that this was his first Mystery Dungeon that was a cave. Thankfully, it wasn't dark to the point of sightlessness, and even if it was, Arian would be able to see just fine due to his good night vision as a Riolu.

"So this is Cyan Cove's Mystery Dungeon?" the Riolu said, looking around at the cave. "...Not bad. But would we really find pearls in here?"

"Yes. There's an area at the end where there's a huge deposit of them," Elvira told him. "We just need to make our way there. There's no need to scour every floor like we did the last two times."

"...Good. That takes the stress off things," Arian said, a hint of relief in his voice. "Well then...I guess we'll start looking for the stairs."

And so they started searching. A walk through the corridors and rooms revealed a cave with a seabound theme. Puddles of water were everywhere, and the scent of saltwater invaded Arian's nose. He tried hard not to sneeze.

He and Elvira rounded a corner. There, they were approached by a Roggenrola.

"A Rock-type? Oh, I do well against those!" he recalled, remembering what he'd been told about types by Elvira and Tamara two days prior. He charged a Force Palm and struck the Mantle Pokémon, staggering it. However, that was not enough to knock it out.

"Allow me to help, Arian," Elvira requested, before stepping forward and using Absorb. That did the trick, and the Roggenrola was down.

"Thanks, Elvira," Arian said gratefully.

"No problem," the Treecko replied. "Rock-types are known for being physically hardy. So don't be surprised if you don't knock them out in one hit, even with an attack like Force Palm that they're weak to."

"Right. Gotcha."

"There are plenty of Rock- and Water-types in this place. We shouldn't have too hard a time," Elvira said. "Even so, remember what I said."

"I understand, Elvira."

they continued along the path. It was fortunate for them that the stairs were in the next room.

"Would you look at that! What a pleasant surprise," Arian chirped. "They were right here waiting for us."

"Down we go, then," Elvira said, and the duo climbed down the steps.

Cyan Cove
B4F

The two made good progress through the Mystery Dungeon. The next two floors yielded little to no incidents for them, and they also picked up some more items and money that were laying on the floor. The Pokémon of the Dungeon were also no trouble; it was mostly Water- and Rock-types that went down to Elvira and Arian's attacks with ease.

The fourth floor proved a bit more troublesome for them, though. The wild Pokémon still fell easily, but the stairs proved to be elusive to find. And after a while of trudging around the labyrinth, Arian found himself wanting to take a break. He wasn't tired, but wanted an opportunity just to stop and sit down for a while.

They were making their way down another corridor. They reached the end of it, but a scan of the room it led into revealed no other exit to the room.

"Dead end," Elvira said to Arian. "Back we go."

"Wait a minute, Elvira," the Riolu requested. "Do you mind if we take a break first? I could kinda use it right now."

"Well...alright," the Treecko accepted. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt." She stepped back into the room, and sat down on the floor, next to a rock. Arian followed her into the room, and sat down opposite her. The room had a body of water in it, though a quick sniff from the Riolu found it to be saltwater, and thus not the sort of water to fill up their canteens with.

There were two canteens, and Arian took a swig from one of them. Although he was not overly thirsty, he found it a blessing to drink it at that point.

"Any reason why you asked to stop?" Elvira wondered.

"The search for the stairs is getting tedious," complained the Riolu. "Just wanted a little break before moving on."

"It can be frustrating," agreed Elvira. "We're about halfway there. A little rest wouldn't hurt. Whenever you're ready, we'll get back on the move."

"Thanks."

Arian took a bite out of an apple. As he ate it, he looked across at his partner. Elvira had partially submerged her left hand in water, and was looking into its crystal clear depths. By the looks of it, her mind was elsewhere. That reminded Arian of the conversation they'd had earlier, and he decided to tie up that loose end.

"So what was on your mind earlier?" he asked.

"Hm? What?" Elvira snapped out of her slight trance.

"Your mind's wandering. There's something bugging you," Arian pressed. "You want to tell me?"

"Well…I suppose you would have to hear it at some point." Elvira sighed as she began. "You haven't been told about the recent extreme events happening across Ardalion, have you?"

"Extreme events?" Arian shook his head. "First I've heard of them. It doesn't sound good, though."

"It isn't. Over the last few years, there's been a gradual increase in natural disasters like volcanic eruptions and earthquakes," Elvira explained. "And then there's also extreme weather. In the last year alone in Selenia, the autumnal storms were much more fierce, the winter was bitter cold, and this summer, about a few weeks before you arrived, we had a heatwave and a drought."

"Really? But the weather's been nice the past two days, hasn't it?"

"Yes. Too nice, if anything. Too much sun, and not enough rain. We had some rain a few weeks ago, but it wasn't anywhere near enough. For Selenia's crops and the livelihoods of the people, it's quite worrying."

"That's not good." Immediately, Arian understood the gravity of the situation. "If there's no rain, crops can't grow, and water supplies can't be replenished."

"You've got that right. There's a well at the back of our house where we get our water from," Elvira went on. "The water level's getting worryingly low. If rain doesn't come soon, then I don't know what we're going to do." She let out another long sigh.

Oh God, that sounds bad. This is a problem that's affecting everyone…

"I really don't like talking about them," the Treecko continued gloomily. "At least we can hold out hope that the Thorned Roses and Mitrofan can be taken out by our own hands. But these events are out of our control. No one knows anything about why this is happening." She looked at the ground. "I hate being powerless like this…"

"It's alright, Elvira," Arian assured. "There has to be an explanation. There just has to be. And who knows? Maybe one day we'll find it out together."

"Maybe. …Thanks, Arian. I guess this is what a partner is for, huh? To lift the other's spirits when they're down." Elvira then rose from her position. "Are you okay to keep going, Arian?"

"Sure I am." Arian got up as well. "Come on. Let's find the exit."

Cyan Cove
Grotto

The two made it through the rest of the Mystery Dungeon without much incident. Arian could at least say now that he was getting the hang of his moves, and his Force Palm was quickly proving to be his most viable option of attack. This was something that didn't go unnoticed by Elvira, and she chose to speak up about it once they'd climbed the stairs on the sixth floor.

"Your Force Palm's quite powerful," she noted. "But my word of advice would be to not be overdependent on any one move. Your fighting style might become predictable."

"I see," Arian said. "I suppose I could use Quick Attack or Metal Claw more. Change up my attacks every once in a while. But we're at the end anyway. No more wild Pokémon to worry about."

The part of the cave they walked into had quite a large ceiling, from which a few stalactites hung. But what drew Arian's attention more was the large, cyan-coloured pool of water in front of them. One question stuck out to him, though, as he looked around.

"Where are the pearls?" he asked. "...I don't see any around."

"I know where they are," Elvira said. "Follow me." And Arian did so, following her to the edge of the water. The cyan blue water was incredibly clear, and he could see the bottom of the pond.

"Whoa," he reacted. "That's…deep."

"I know," Elvira replied. "But it's nothing I can't handle. Stay here, Arian. I'll get the pearls."

"Wait a minute. Elvira, what are you - "

Arian didn't even get a chance to finish his sentence before Elvira ran forward. Then a big splash sounded out, and next thing he knew, he saw the Treecko in the water, swimming down to the bottom.

"Elvira!" he cried out instinctively. He was about to continue, but broke himself off as he saw her movements. She was actually quite an adept swimmer, and was able to reach the pool's floor effortlessly. Then she appeared to reach out for something by one of the rocks at the bottom. After that, she then made her way back up, and surfaced again.

"Hah…!" she breathed, taking in air. "Got them...Got the pearls." She wordlessly laid out her findings, as she took in more breaths of air.

"So that's what we were looking for," Arian observed, taking in his paw a few of the pearls.

"Yeah...Vardan will be thrilled with this find," Elvira said, as she gradually regained her breath. "You could certainly make a necklace with these."

"So that's mission accomplished, then?"

"Yes. All that's left is to pack these up and head out of here."

"Cool. ...Say, you swam rather well back there," noted the Riolu, as he began to pack up the pearls.

"...Oh, I've learned over the years," Elvira told him. "My dad taught me well, and I used to practice with him back in the day, usually when he was home. 'It never hurts to learn how to swim,' he'd say. It certainly helped out today."

"That's the pearls gathered up," Arian announced. "Let's get out of here."

And so they left the Mystery Dungeon. As they walked back out to the beach and into the afternoon daylight, Arian looked back with a sense of satisfaction.

Another day, another successful mission. I just hope this streak keeps up.

"Oi!"

Evening was beginning to descend on Ozerograd. And with the beginning of the descent into evening came time for Caitríona and Conall to close up shop for the day.

However, in the midst of closing their stall, they were accosted by two Thorned Roses. But not just any two Thorned Roses.

It was a Krokorok and a Gligar.

"Hm?" Conall turned around and saw them. "Oh, hello there."

"We meet again, ya ol' mutt," the Krokorok growled. "We got us a few questions to ask ya, and yer gonna answer 'em, pronto. Got it?"

"I sure do." Strangely, he didn't sound fearful in the slightest, despite the intimidating look from the sand crocodile. "Well, Ríona, let's see what these kids have to tell us."

"Hey! Don't call us kids!" raged the Gligar. "Remember whose territory you're walking on! Don't you dare pretend you're above us Thorned Roses!"

"Sure, I understand." Again, there wasn't the slightest ounce of fear from Conall. "Now what do you adults have to question us about?"

"A bit better," mumbled the Gligar.

"These two." The Krokorok produced a poster. "Boss has us lookin' for 'em. Know anythin'?"

At the sight of the poster, Caitríona's eyes widened. Two Pokémon stood illustrated in it, and the image was a depiction of a Riolu and a Treecko. Below the artist's impression of them lay a lone word scrawled in big letters.

WANTED

"I…" Caitríona faltered, unsure of how to respond.

"A Riolu and a Treecko?" Conall observed, looking at the poster.

"Yeah...Some of our lot've been sayin' the two of ya was talkin' to 'em yesterday," the Krokorok continued. "Ain't nothin', is it? Ya wanna tell us what that's all about?"

"You know that you can drop the act, Ishmael," the Lycanroc said, with a light chuckle. "You know us. And there's no one else around to spot you."

"Dunno what yer talkin' about," growled the Krokorok. "Now tell us! Didja see these two or not?!"

"Come on. You don't need to be so aggressive." Conall flashed a teasing grin. "Remember the old days, when you were just a little Sandile, sitting on my lap and calling me Unky Boo-Boo? Oh, those were the days…"

"Oi, shaddap!" The Krokorok's face was turning red. "Didja or didn'tcha see 'em, ya ol' berk?!"

"Well now. Did you see them?" the Lycanroc wondered. "That's the bigger question here."

"We did," the Gligar answered. "They came in and out of the north end of town. On the way back, they had a little Flabébé with them."

"...Hm. Dunno what that's about. But you wanna know why they went out the north end of town?"

"Why?"

"To get this." Conall held up the Sandy Torc, which made both Thorned Roses' eyes widen in recognition. "We asked them to."

"Lill was looking for that!" the Gligar said.

"That ol' trinket? Yeah, 'swot she's missin'." The Krokorok looked closer at it. "Yup, sure was."

"Give it to her next time you see her," Caitríona requested, as Conall handed the torc to him. "That's an old clan treasure, that. I wouldn't want this crowd getting their grubby hands on it."

"Gotcha. We'll do it." The crocodile took the item.

"And while you're at it, I've a little favour to ask either you or Lillian to do tomorrow," Conall requested. "It's to do with those two, actually."

"What is it?" Axel wondered.

"Well…" The Lycanroc beckoned them closer, and in hushed tones, told them.

"...'S a good idea," the Krokorok agreed. "But we gotta tell Lill first. And the Chief, too."

"Chief…" Conall chuckled lightly at that name. "I still think it's strange you all refer to him as Chief. Sometimes it takes me a minute to realise you mean…'you-know-who'."

"'E's a Chief. 'S the way I see it. Ain't a Chief in our sense, but least 'e's a damn sight better than that plonker we got." An angry edge came into Ishmael's tone.

"You got that right, Ish." The Gligar seemed just as cross.

"Let's not think about that, Ishmael. Axel," Caitríona advised. "Just tell Lillian and him about this. And go quickly. It's getting close to curfew."

"Gotcha, Auntie Ríona," Ishmael acknowledged. "I'll be off."

"Good luck, you two," Conall wished. "Know that you have us if you need help. Or if you need a shoulder to cry on."

"Don't think I'll be needin' ya for that, Uncle." With that, Ishmael was off, Axel trailing him.

"Hey, Ish," the latter queried. "You think they're worth it?"

"Maybe. But ya know the Chief; 'e'll be stoked at any newbies comin' in," commented the Krokorok. He looked down at the wanted poster again, gazing at the two in the illustration.

Yeah, this lot might be worth pickin' up. Just wot've they got?

Notes

Updates(16/12/22): Early chapter updates. Reframed Elvira's explanation about how the world's gone wrong in line with my retcon. Also threw in a little Ace Attorney reference here; see if you can find it.

Arukona · Oct 15, 2022

Chapter 8
Predator and Prey

The next morning…

"Hmm…this is harder than I thought it would be…"

Arian and Elvira were currently in the kitchen brainstorming. They'd just finished having breakfast, but remained at the table with a piece of paper and pencil, with a number of words written and crossed out.

This was a matter that had come up yesterday afternoon, when they returned from Cyan Cove.

Yesterday afternoon…

"Great work, you two," praised Vardan, looking at the pearls laid out on the kitchen table. "I knew I entrusted the task to the right people. As promised, here's your payment." He dug 100P out of his satchel, and handed it to them.

"Thanks, Vardan," Elvira said, before another thought came to her. "Flora said you were having money troubles. Is it really okay to be giving us money like this? We can accept payment in other forms, if that's what you'd prefer," she added, recalling the nanab bread they'd received from Rosa.

"No no, it's fine," insisted the Lurantis. "Those rents are sky high and unaffordable anyway. I'd far rather give what money we have to you than those nasty brutes."

"Well, if you say so…" the Treecko replied, taking the money and filing it away in their mercenary's bag.

"A rather intrepid duo you are. I'll remember you for the future, Team…" At that point, Vardan paused. "Hm. I never asked. What is your official team name?"

"Team name?" Arian cocked his head in puzzlement.

"Oh, um…we don't have one," Elvira confessed.

"Do you not?" The Lurantis was surprised to hear this. "I thought that was one of the first things a merc team came up with, no?"

"Well, we're not really official," Arian reasoned. "So we haven't really been asked for a name."

"We haven't even thought of one, actually." Elvira seemed disappointed at this. "We should've done that by now. How did I forget?"

"How'd you forget?" Flora said. "That's, like, one of the most important things about forming a mercenary team! You always told us that when we were kids!"

"I don't know!" Elvira cried. "I don't know how I forgot!"

"Elvira, it's alright," urged Arian. "It's just a name. It's nothing to get worked up over."

"Quite right," agreed Zenobia. "Doing good work as a mercenary is far more important than a team name."

"We could come up with something now," suggested Arian. "Better late than never, right?"

"I suppose," Elvira mumbled.

"Don't worry about it, Elvira," Vardan said. "You did well today, and that's what matters. And listen here, you two. There's something I'd like to say."

"What is it?" Arian asked.

"I'm no merc, but…I think you two should be your own team. Don't necessarily be a second Team Marshwood. Become a great team in your own right. That's what I think."

"Succeed in our own way…" Elvira repeated.

"That's a good idea," Arian agreed. "We should develop our own style to make us unique. Of course, it's good to follow in the footsteps of your dad, Elvira, but maybe not the whole way. If you know what I'm saying."

"I do, Arian. And I agree. Dad's said the same thing to me before, about being my own person and not riding on his coattails."

"Indeed. That sounds like your father, alright," Zenobia seconded, before turning to Vardan. "That's a sound piece of advice, Vardan. Thank you very much for that."

"It was no problem," Vardan replied. "Now then. I should probably be getting home."

"Oh? Will you not stay for dinner?" the Heliolisk offered.

"I'd love to, but I'd like to get home to Diantha," the Lurantis turned down. "I appreciate the offer. But I don't want to worry her."

"I understand. We won't keep you any longer then."

"Well, I guess I'll be off," Flora said.

"Take care, Flora," Elvira replied.

"Yeah, you too, Elvira. ...Oh, and come up with a team name. Hopefully not an embarrassing one."

"We'll think it over, don't you worry."

"Good. Well, come on then, Dad," the Petilil demanded, slightly impatiently. "Are we going or not?"

"We are, we are. Take care, all of you." And with that, the Grass-type duo left.

"Right," Elvira said, once they had heard the front door close. "Team names…"

The rest of that afternoon had been spent brainstorming team names. But it was more difficult than they imagined. Plus, they had to find a name that they both agreed on, as opposed to Arian's name, where the only agreement he had to have was with himself.

Not even inspiration using the same method from before helped them decide on a name. Zenobia, like before, had picked out a book of notable mercenary teams in Ardalion's history to inspire the two to come up with a name. However, in the wish to be unique, Elvira pointed out that their name probably shouldn't be a shameless copy of a team that had come before them.

Studying the names of various teams, though, did provide some ideas as to how to decide on a name. Many teams seemed to take into account aspects of each other, and then create a portmanteau based on their own characteristics. This was the case with Team Marshwood, Kallias's team; 'Marsh' signified Melchior, a Swampert, while 'Wood' signified his own Grass-type heritage.

Beyond that, there were teams that named themselves based on things they shared in common, like colour schemes, looks, personalities, or even types. Among team names they saw following this trend were Team Cerulean, an Azumarill and Dragonair duo, Team Hellhound, a trio consisting of a Houndoom, a Boltund, and a Lycanroc, and Team Fairy, a group made up of a Clefable, Mawile and Granbull. ("It's a bit uncreative, naming themselves only after their own type," Arian had commented regarding the last one.)

Some went by acronyms of each team member. However, Arian turned down the suggestion of Team A&E by Zenobia, feeling as though the initials 'A&E' somehow implied something not nice-sounding to him, at least. Also, he pointed out that acronyms could potentially be warped by more mean-spirited Pokémon into something different. Elvira saw his point, and acquiesced. They debated options for the rest of the day, before eventually tiredness encroached and the mercenary duo decided to retire for the evening.

The next morning, they went back to deliberating names, once Elvira and Arian had cleared the table. It would pass the time until Tamara arrived to look after Zenobia for the day, they decided.

At the very least, they had potential contenders for a name that Elvira had written down on a piece of paper. Arian volunteered to write at first, but quickly found out that with his new paws, any kind of writing he did was completely ineligible. That was a skill he told himself to practise when he had time.

"Hmm…" Elvira hummed, thinking deeply. "How about Team…'Grassaura?'"

"Mmm...no, not feeling it," Arian denied.

"Thought so. Just something to throw out there. Hmmm…" The Treecko lightly chewed the end of the pencil as she brainstormed. "Team…'Soul'?"

"...Not bad. But it's a bit basic," Arian responded. "Plus, I don't really see how that summarises us. I mean, there is plenty of soul between us, but I feel that'd belong better to a team of Psychic-types, for instance. Might already be taken anyway."

"Okay," Elvira accepted reluctantly. "Something that takes each other's traits into account. Team…'Auraflora'?"

"Hmm...that's actually pretty good. Write that down," suggested Arian. Elvira quickly scribbled the name down.

"So that's a maybe, then," Elvira said.

"Yeah." Arian pondered for another bit about their name. "Maybe our team name could be a representation in what we stand for. Wasn't there a name in that book called 'Team Hope?'"

"There was. They were the people that took steps to revolutionise the work of mercenaries forever in Selenia," the Treecko elaborated. "If not for them, the Irian Guild would not have become as famous as it was, and we would not have the Guild be such a pivotal part of our country. They wanted a beacon of hope, in a time of suffering for Selenia."

"Hope...I think we could be onto something with that concept. We should definitely keep it in mind. ...But I think it's time for a bit of a break. We'll come back to it later."

"...I agree with you." Elvira then looked out the window. "...Hm. It's mid-morning already. ...Strange. Why hasn't Tamara arrived yet?"

"Is she usually late?" wondered her partner.

"I wouldn't say she's the greatest of timekeepers," Elvira replied. "But Flora arrived at least an hour earlier."

"Flora and Tamara are probably two different people when it comes to being on time," Zenobia pointed out. "I wouldn't worry too much, Elvira."

"Even so…" Arian could sense the worry in Elvira in the familiar wave patterns of emotion he'd become accustomed to feeling. "I don't like this. Has something happened? Please, Arceus, I hope not…"

At that moment, they heard a knock on the door.

"Well, that was fitting timing," Arian remarked. "That's probably her now. I'll go get it." He rose from his seat and headed down the hallway, preparing to greet the Pachirisu…

Only to stop in his tracks.

"Hey! Who are you? You're not Tamara!"

And indeed, the peppy electric squirrel was not the one who knocked. It was someone else - a bipedal yellow and white-bellied Pokémon with sharp sets of claws at their hands and feet, and equally sharp quills along its back. In fact, their species looked familiar to the Riolu.

"You're a...Sandslash, right?" Arian asked.

"I am," the Pokémon replied. The sound of their voice was feminine, and as well as that, it did sound somewhat familiar to Arian. "And I can see that you're a Riolu. You wouldn't have a Treecko for a partner, would you?"

"Er, yes?" came the reply.

"Who is it, Arian?" Elvira asked, as she came up to the front door. "A Sandslash. Say, you look familiar. Have we met before?"

"This is our first meeting," the Sandslash replied.

"Actually, wait a minute," Arian brought up. "Are you related to a Sandslash named Caitríona, by any chance?"

"I am," answered the Ground-type. "My name is Lillian. I'm Caitríona and Conall's daughter."

"I think they might've mentioned you," Elvira said.

"Yes. Thanks for getting my Sandy Torc back," Lillian replied gratefully. "I was afraid I'd lost it for good."

"No problem," Arian returned. "It's what we do."

"But where's Tamara?" Elvira brought up. "Why hasn't she come?"

"I've a feeling I know why." Lillian's face darkened. "You can't stay here, you two."

"What do you mean?" Elvira demanded. "I live here! You can't just tell me I can't stay here!"

"What if I told you the Thorned Roses are on the hunt for you two, and have started to look beyond the town's perimeter?" Lillian added.

"Th-They're looking for us?" Elvira uttered, a look of panic coming into her eyes.

"They are. And sooner or later, they're going to find this house and you two in it," the Sandslash continued. "Do you see now why you can't stay?"

"We do," Arian replied, feeling fear creep into him, and a shiver going down his spine. "But what do we do instead? Run away like cowards?"

"No. I have an idea," Lillian informed them. "And I know how to go about it. But I need you two to come with me."

"Come with you?" Elvira wondered. "I don't mean to be rude, but why exactly should we trust you?"

"...I know it can be hard to trust a complete stranger like me," Lillian admitted. "But it'll all make sense once we're through with this. I promise you, this isn't a trap in any way."

"...She doesn't sound like she's lying," Arian told Elvira. "I think she's being honest."

"Mmmm…" murmured an unconvinced Elvira. "I'm not sure…"

"Elvira? Arian? Who's at the door?" Zenobia's voice called from within. Turning around, Arian saw the Heliolisk making her way to them on her crutches. "Oh, hello. Whoever might you be?"

"My name's Lillian," reintroduced the Sandslash, before her expression lit up in realisation. "You wouldn't happen to be Zenobia, Elvira's mother?"

"...I am." The Heliolisk didn't expect to hear her name called out personally. "Why do you ask?"

"I have a letter for you," replied Lillian, surprising all three Pokémon at the door.

"A letter? Why do you have a letter for Mom?" Elvira interrogated.

"I can't say," Lillian evaded, as she dug out said letter. A detail Arian noticed was that the envelope was blank and devoid of any details. "I'll only tell you that the writer of the letter wants to remain anonymous. So please keep it secret. You might know who it is from the handwriting, but please don't reveal their name. They want to keep their identity secret by all means necessary, at least for now."

"Hmm...How strange. What business would this writer have with me?" Zenobia pondered. She sat down on a chair just by the front door, and opened the letter. Arian and Elvira watched as she digested the contents of the letter.

Almost immediately, they noticed the Heliolisk's eyes widen in shock.

"By the Creator's light…" the duo heard her murmur. In her tone, Arian could detect notes of...relief and happiness? That's good, he thought to himself. At least it's not bad news.

"Who is it, Mom?" Elvira asked, after a while.

"...As much as I'd love to tell you, dear, I'm afraid I cannot tell you," Zenobia said, holding the letter away from the duo. "Even in the letter, they're imploring me to keep their name under wraps. And in this letter, their name isn't mentioned once."

"Oh…" The Treecko looked down in slight disappointment.

"I will say this much, though." Zenobia's words made her daughter look up again. "I do know who it is. It's someone we know well. It's someone who's been very dependable for us in the past." She looked at the letter again. "...Perhaps it's best if I don't say more about them. What they would like, though, is to meet the two of you."

"The two of us?" Arian said. "But how do they know about - "

"I told the Chief about you two," Lillian answered. "My parents told me about the two of you, and then I told the Chief. The Chief sent me here to tell you they want to meet with you two."

"But...we're just an amateur team," the Riolu replied, still confused. "Why would this person want to meet us in particular?"

"..." Elvira was silent, before a single thought came into her head.

This secret person...could it possibly be…?

"We should go," she suggested to Arian. "If it is who I think it is, then we should definitely meet up with them."

"Are you sure?" questioned the human. "This could be a trap."

"It's the furthest thing from a trap," Lillian rejected.

"I can also say it's no trap," Zenobia seconded. "The writing on this letter is legitimate. I'm absolutely sure of it."

"Well, if you all say so…" Arian concluded, looking at the three other agreeing parties. "...Okay then. I'm in. Let's go meet this mystery person."

"Yes. With haste," Lillian urged. "The longer we spend yapping here, the more time the Thorned Roses have to find us. We should go while the going's good."

"Alright. See you, Mom!" Elvira said, as she and Arian started out on the road with Lillian.

"Bye, Elvira. Bye, Arian," wished Zenobia, and watched as they travelled onto the main road. When they were out of sight, she closed the door behind her.

"...Goodness. What a morning to have a revelation like that," she said. The electric lizard took a look down at the letter again. Specifically, to one part of it.

I'm afraid I can't reveal who exactly I am yet. But you would know, Zenobia. After all, I gave you that vase to you as a present on your thirty-fifth hatch day.

"...How could I forget that present?" Zenobia said to herself. She travelled to the sitting room, where atop the mantelpiece, above the fireplace, that vase lay, with some daffodils in them. It was a beautiful work of pottery with an ornate design, and the Heliolisk saw it as one of the best gifts she had ever been given.

"...It's been a while, hasn't it? I imagine Elvira will be quite happy to see you again. But what have you been up to this whole time?"

"Wait a minute. Why are we heading this way?"

This was Arian's question, as Lillian directed them to head right at the crossroads outside Elvira's house, towards Ozerograd.

"Because the Chief is on the other side of Ozerograd," Lillian explained. "To get there, we must go through the town."

"But the Thorned Roses are looking for us! You were the one who insisted we couldn't stay at my house!" Elvira pointed out. "So why are we headed into the very place where the Thorned Roses rule the roost?"

"Don't worry about that," the Sandslash assured. "I have a plan for when we come to that."

"A plan? Enlighten us," Arian demanded.

"Not right away. Closer to town," Lillian returned. "I will ask you one question before we get there, though. How good are you two at acting?"

"Acting?" Elvira repeated. "Um...alright, I guess? We did a few plays in school…"

"I think I'm good at it?" Arian said, unsure of what the answer truly was. Was I fond of acting in my human life? "Why do you ask?"

"If my plan is going to work, you're going to need to act in order to fool the Thorned Roses in town," the Sandslash informed. "Being alright actors will do, hopefully. You'd be surprised how easy the wool can be pulled over the eyes of some Thorned Roses."

"Are you sure?" Arian questioned sceptically. He gazed down at his stomach, where he'd been struck and poisoned by Mikhail's Poison Tail two days prior.

"Yes," Lillian responded. "Faced with their prey, most Thorned Roses will be so caught up in the clamour that they won't know they're being tricked. I know how they act."

"And how do you know that?" the Riolu fired back. "Are you some expert on the Thorned Roses or something?"

"You could say that," the Sandslash replied. "After all, I am one."

"Wait, what?!" Arian nearly tripped over his own feet in shock, and Elvira similarly froze. "You're a Thorned Rose?!"

"In a sense, yes. But let me finish before you burst out again," Lillian requested. Both parties, about to do just that, held their tongues. "I'm a member of the Thorned Roses in disguise. The Chief sent me to infiltrate them as a spy and report on their activity in Ozerograd. ...Safe to say that I've had a lot of info to tell the Chief in the last while."

"'The Chief'?" Elvira noted. "I presume that's the person who wants to speak to us?"

"Yes," the Sandslash answered. "My real allegiances lie with him. I have no respect for Hinnerk or the Thorned Roses. All of my talk of loyalty is only empty words."

"Interesting," murmured Elvira. "All this time, I never would've assumed there was a spy in the Thorned Roses."

"Well, that's a sign I'm doing my job right then, isn't it?" Lillian replied, before her face fell slightly. "...Sometimes it hasn't been easy. Because I have to blend in with the Thorned Roses, that has meant doing things I'd never do under any circumstances. I don't like terrorising innocents. And I sure don't like kicking them out of their homes and sending off to gods know where…"

"The disappearances," Arian realised. "What do you know about them, Lillian?"

"Not much, I'm afraid," the Sandslash revealed disappointedly. "Have Mum and Dad told you already?"

"They didn't say much," Elvira recalled. "Only that Hinnerk and Mikhail were the only ones involved in it."

"That's true. But certain members are dedicated to that, and I'm not in that circle, unfortunately," Lillian lamented. "However…I did hear one interesting thing from Mikhail once."

"And that was…?"

"When one couple was being taken away, I overheard him saying that they would make a nice sacrifice."

"Sacrifice?" That word made both Arian and Elvira shiver. Suddenly, matters had gotten a lot more sinister.

"Yes. Whatever he means by that. It's not good, whatever it means. The whole shady nature and rumours of it all is what made the Chief assign us to Ozerograd and infiltrate the Thorned Roses."

"Wait, 'us'?" Arian noted. "There's more?"

"Yes, there's more." Lillian was about to go into detail on that front, but she stopped. "Oh, we're here."

They were at the top of the hill that was just before the wooded area before entering Ozerograd. The view was as beautiful as ever, accentuated by the sunny day.

"It's a nice place," the Sandslash commented. "A pity the Thorned Roses pretty much ruin it."

"We're getting close to town," Elvira brought up. "What is this plan of yours, Lillian?"

"Yes. I think it's time to put the plan into action," the Sandslash paused, considering what she was to say next.

"Put your hands behind your back, both of you," she requested. The Riolu and Treecko did so. "Alright. I hope you'll forgive me in advance for what I'm about to do…"

She went behind both of their backs, and Arian could hear her taking materials from her satchel. Then, without warning, he could feel his paws being tied up.

"I'm being tied up!" he cried in realisation. "Lillian, what is this?" He turned back to her, an unsure look in his eyes.

"It's part of the plan," the Sandslash answered. "You need to look as though you've been captured when we go into town. Then no one will suspect anything, will they?"

"Oh, I see…" Elvira said, seeing where she was going with this. "Then they'll think we are."

"Exactly," Lillian replied, as she moved over to the Grass-type and began to tie the rope in her hands. "I'll lead you into town as if you've been found and captured by me. I'll intend to lead you to Hinnerk, but at some point we'll create a diversion and throw them off in order to make it safely to the road to Iria. Beyond there's where the Chief is waiting for us."

"Okay...But what'll be the diversion'?" questioned Arian, still unsure of the plan.

"I have it covered," was the vague answer of the Sandslash. "Oh, and another thing. Because I'm a Thorned Rose, I have to blend in with them. ...I'm sorry, but I might have to get a bit rough with you two. It may not be pretty, but it has to be convincing if it's going to work." As she said this, she pulled out an armband that had become a familiar sight for Arian and Elvira: a red band with a thorned rose on it. She then tied it around her right arm.

"...I understand," Elvira accepted. "If it means meeting him, then...I'll accept."

Arian caught the look in her eye, and along with emotions of hope emanating from her, it suddenly occurred to him what she might be thinking. W-Wait a minute...could it be possible that this mystery person is…?

"So do I," he seconded, now reinforced with this knowledge.

"Excellent. Then let's go," Lillian said. "Now remember to act like you've been captured. You need a look full of despair, like you'd do anything to get out of this situation."

"Could being angry work?" suggested Arian. "That's what I was going to go for. A kind of 'You bastards! How dare you do this to me!' act."

"That works," permitted the Sandslash. "Just as long as it's convincing. That's why I asked you if you were good actors earlier. Because this plan hinges on how you act."

"I'll give my best," vowed Elvira. "And so will Arian."

"Good. Now hop to it!" ordered Lillian in an authoritative voice, foreshadowing her tone. Spurred by her words, Arian and Elvira began walking, with the Sandslash following behind them.

They walked through the wooded area. Both Arian and Elvira found their new position with their hands tied uncomfortable, but stuck with it for the sake of the act. They were walking through an area unfamiliar to Arian, due to him taking Tamara's tunnel into town.

As they got closer to the perimeter, Arian began to feel nervous. Despite the fact he wasn't actually captured, he felt as though he was. It was beginning to occur to him just how deadly the consequences could be if this plan of Lillian's went awry in any way. I'd better get this right, he thought to himself, taking a deep breath and steeling his nerves.

They approached a stone arch with a portcullis at the top. Right, Arian thought. Time to engage Angry Captive Mode.

"Halt! Who goes there?" a voice called from within the walls. Two guards stepped forward: a Croagunk and a Luxio, both wearing Thorned Roses armbands.

"Someone who struck gold," Lillian replied, a hint of pride in her voice. Of course, Arian and Elvira both knew this was fake. "Look who I found while searching east of town."

"A Riolu and a Treecko?" the Luxio said, before realising. "Ah! The two the Boss wants us to look for!"

"Yes, and I've found them," the Sandslash said, grinning all the while. "The Boss will be pleased. And it was so easy! To think, Mikhail gave us all a warning that they might be stronger than they look. Rubbish! I knocked them flat in no time at all!"

Oh, I see. She's playing it up to try and win them over. Still…Arian thought uneasily. This will mean us being punching bags, won't it?

"Atta girl," praised the Croagunk. "Hey, look at the Riolu. He has quite the look on his face," he chortled, pointing at Arian.

"Shut up," the Riolu hissed, getting into his role. "Wipe that stupid smirk off your face!"

"Ha! Oh, this is too good!" The frog booped his snout, which made Arian bare his teeth and growl at him. Ignoring him, he turned his attention to Elvira. "Oh, and look at the despair on this one's face!"

"Please," the Treecko begged. "Don't make me face Hinnerk! Please, I'll do anything! Have mercy, I beg of you!"

"Aww, how precious," taunted the Croagunk. "But we don't do mercy here!"

"Yeah, that's right!" the Luxio chimed in. "You made the boss mad, and now you're gonna get it!"

"Oh, they will," Lillian said excitedly. "Now then, I gotta get these two to him. Could you boys be darlings and let me through? Pretty please?" To add to her charm, she gave a wink to the Luxio, which did not go unnoticed by Arian.

Is that a note of flirtation I detect in her voice? the Riolu thought, trying as hard as he could to suppress his surprise. She might be having a bit too much fun with this…

"Aw, I can't say no to a pretty face like yours," the Luxio replied, getting a little bit red in the face. "Come on through, miss."

"Thank you very much," Lillian said gratefully, before she began to march forward. "Move it, you two! The Boss isn't a patient man!"

"Okay, okay, we're going!" Arian replied, acting in his best annoyed tone.

"I don't like your tone, Riolu," the Sandslash fired back, giving him a meaningful glare. "Act like that again, and you'll regret it. You're lucky the Boss wants you alive."

"..." Arian said nothing to this, as Lillian marched the two on into town. As they walked through the town, though, the Riolu immediately got the sense that the atmosphere in Ozerograd today was different than normal. It still had that same oppressive aura as yesterday, but this time he could sense something else in the air. An air that for some reason, made the human uneasy.

Whatever it is, it's a darker feeling than yesterday. It's like the fear and hostility from yesterday have become much greater. Something's happening in town. I know it.

He looked over at Elvira. She was still keeping up the act of despair. However, he noticed a slight shift in her emotions, and in her, he could sense a similar feeling of anxiety. She feels it too. Just whatever could it be?

"Hey! Look! It's the Riolu and Treecko the Boss wants!"

Voices drew his attention away from his thoughts. In front of him, a number of Thorned Roses had seen them, and were now running towards them.

"Yep! I got 'em right here!" Lillian beamed. "The Boss will be over the moon when he sees them! Where is he, exactly?"

"Dunno, actually," a Nuzleaf replied. "Haven't seen him around."

"Actually, I heard somewhere that he was gonna try and lure these two out," a Torracat brought up. "I don't think he's in town right now."

"Really?" Lillian reacted. "I see." Arian couldn't help but notice a distinct hopeful emotion emanating from her. "What about Mikhail? Is he around?"

"Haven't seen him around either," the Torracat replied. "Probably with the Boss."

"Well, let's not worry about that for now," the Sandslash said. "I'll just leave them in the jail cells. The Boss can decide what to do with them when he gets back."

"Oh, can we help?" asked the Nuzleaf.

"Thanks for the offer. But I'll be fine, really," Lillian responded. "Besides, they look like they've given up the fight already." She let out a snicker at this. "Some threat they are. Mikhail was worrying over nothing."

You could lay off a little with the insults, Lillian…

"Yeah, they're pathetic," mocked a Skwovet. "I've seen kids in town with more fight than them."

"Oh, by the way!" a Tranquill eagerly brought up. "Are you gonna take part in the evicting, Miss Lillian?"

Evicting? Arian's blood ran cold at the word. Immediately, his thoughts turned to what Flora, Tamara and Vardan all previously said about not being able to pay the exorbitant rents the Thorned Roses imposed on them.

"Evicting? Are they doing that today?" Lillian asked. Arian could partially sense her fight to keep up the act and not give away her despondence to hearing this.

"Yup! Time to kick out those suckers who ain't paying up!" the Nuzleaf said, a grin on his face. "They've started it already in town! You should join in!"

"I'll consider it," the Sandslash replied. "But I want to secure these two first. Afterwards, I might do just that."

She marched on with the two 'captives'. Arian had noticed Lillian had gone quiet, presumably from the news the two rogues had given them. The news worried him, too. Please let it not be too excessive, he prayed.

Unfortunately, he would not see this wish come to fruition. They happened to pass by Tamara's house, and came across a horrifying scene.

Desmond and Lorraine were being hauled out of their own home by two Thorned Roses, a Hitmonchan and a Graveler.

"You monsters!" Desmond was yelling. "First you take my daughter and now my home! What more do you want?!"

"Rent money! It's that simple!" the Graveler fired back. "You can't pay the money, you don't get the privilege to live here! Basic economics, man!"

"But there's no way we could pay those rents!" Lorraine protested. "You'd have to have all the money in the world just to get by!"

"Well, tough luck, then," the Hitmonchan countered. "You don't get to live here. Simple as that."

"You bastards…" Desmond seethed. His gaze then turned to the street, and at that point, he spotted Arian and Elvira being led through them by Lillian. "Elvira! Arian! No! They got you two as well!?"

"Desmond! Lorraine!" Elvira called out.

"They took Tamara!" Lorraine said, beginning to sob. "They took our sweet little girl from us! And now they're taking you away as well!"

"They took Tamara?" the Treecko repeated, horror crossing her face. "Oh no...Arian, we have to - !"

"Stop talking, Treecko!" ordered Lillian. "Keep moving!"

"B-But Lillian - "

"Did I ask you to speak?" interrupted the Sandslash, giving the Grass-type a harsh glare. "Move it! The Boss isn't a patient man!"

"...Let it go, Elvira. We've lost this fight," Arian said, in an attempt to keep up the act. He knew she wanted to go rescue her friend, but one thought reigned his decision-making: We can't blow our cover. He felt bad himself, seeing all of this. But if we try and escape now, it'll only make everything worse. "Please don't make this harder than it has to be."

"...If you say so, Arian," Elvira said reluctantly. She was about to protest, but seeing her partner's pleading look made the protest die at her lips. As well as that, she understood those last words' message: Don't give us away.

"Good. Now walk on, like the submissive little runts you are!" ordered Lillian.

Wordlessly, the duo walked on. Behind them, Desmond and Lorraine watched them go, slightly bewildered by the exchange.

"What was that?" the Raichu observed. "It's like they walked off without argument. How did Elvira listen to Arian so quickly? Something's not right here…"

"Do the Thorned Roses know no pity?" Lorraine clasped her hands. "Oh Creator, please let them find a way out. And please, let my little girl be okay…"

Meanwhile, the duo marched on, faced with several more heart-wrenching scenes of evictions. It was particularly upsetting for Elvira, who had to look away on a few occasions. Arian found them sickening to watch, as people of all ages, including women and children, were thrown out of their homes. He could also sense Lillian didn't approve of this either, if her emotions were anything to go by.

"Elvira! Arian!"

The two looked over and saw another scene that was a punch to the gut. To their right, being evicted, were Vardan and a Lilligant; the latter being Diantha, Flora's mother.

"Vardan!" Arian cried.

"Diantha!" Elvira looked into the florist's where strewn flowers lay in the wake of the Thorned Roses' ransacking of the shop. A sinking feeling developed as she realised there was someone missing. "Where's Flora?"

"Gone!" Vardan yelled. "These bastards took her away this morning!"

"No! No!" Elvira cried with anguish. "Flora and Tamara…both of them…!"

"Elvira…" Arian felt the sting of her sorrow. By now, he was considering finding out himself the truth behind the two missing girls. But he shook that off. We'll just be caught anyway. Might end up just like them… He shook off that dark thought. No. They're somewhere. We just can't deal with this right now.

"Come on, you two! Move!" Lillian demanded. Notably, her tone had lost a bit of its bite.

The duo were moved onwards. All the while, Arian's mind was ablaze with thoughts.

Are they gonna be carted off to be 'sacrificed'? His blood ran cold at the thought. All these people…Why are they doing this? Why must they be so heartless?

But they couldn't do anything if this plan was to succeed. It pained Arian to stand by and do nothing, and he knew Elvira felt the same way.

You said you hate feeling powerless, Elvira. …I feel you. I really do.

Eventually, the three ended up at the town square, where Arian and Elvira had met Mikhail. There, some Thorned Roses were stationed, though Arian couldn't help but think that there were less than last time. Must be out evicting people, he cynically thought to himself.

He had little time to brood on this thought, however, before multiple Thorned Roses spotted them, and a clamour arose amongst them.

"Hey! It's the Riolu and Treecko the Boss wants!"

"Get them! Make sure they don't get away!"

"Oh, great! We got them at last! Another set of rebels crushed!"

"Guys…" Lillian was trying to urge. "Please don't create a scene. I have to deliver them to the jail cells for the Boss."

"Aww, can't we at least give 'em a few knocks?" a Mienfoo protested. "I'd love to use the Riolu as a punching bag."

You're lucky my hands are tied, otherwise that's what I'd do to you, Arian bristled. He settled for growling at the Mienfoo.

"I'd rather not," Lillian denied. "There's a chance the Boss wouldn't want them covered in nicks, and I'm not taking the fall for that."

"...Pfft. Really?" a Sableye scoffed. "That's not the Boss at all. He wouldn't care a jot if they turned him with him with faces like they were in a boxing match. ...Come on. Let's lay into them!"

"You idiots. Don't you realise? This is exactly the kind of argument an ally of theirs would want," Lillian suddenly said, in a change of topic. Arian wasn't sure yet, but somehow he felt as if this was meaningful. "It's just the correct amount of chaos...to create a distraction."

After the Sandslash said this, everything happened at once. Out of nowhere, without any warning, smoke bombs suddenly landed in the square, and white smoke billowed everywhere. Everyone was caught off guard, and a sea of coughs erupted from the Thorned Roses, along with voices of outrage.

"Wh-What is this?!"

"An ambush?! Who would dare?!"

"Where'd it come from? Who threw those?!"

"It's those rats! That Riolu and Treecko...They're responsible for this!"

The last yell was quite wrong: Arian and Elvira were just as startled as their adversaries, and were just as caught up in the confusion as they were. As chaos ensued, they were considerably disoriented...until Arian came to a realisation.

This is what Lillian meant by diversion ...Well, now's our chance! But where is she?

At that moment, both the Riolu and Treecko felt something at their backs, where their arms were tied with rope. Suddenly, the rope had been cut in half, and a delightful realisation came to them when they found they could move their arms again.

We're free!

"Arian! Elvira! With me!" Lillian's voice called out. Then, amidst the smoke, the Sandslash's figure appeared.

"Let's go, Elvira!" Arian called out to his partner. Before she had time to respond, he took her hand in his paw and ran with her after Lillian.

"H-Hey! They're getting away!" the voice of a Thorned Rose called out. "After them!"

"But where did they go? You can't see a damn thing in this smoke!"

That was all Arian heard from them, as he and Elvira ran away from the square and followed Lillian up another street. Luckily, they were out of the smoke by this stage, and so could see each other.

"Down this way!" Lillian commanded, before going into an alleyway. The duo followed her lead and went into the alley with her. From there, their escape route became one of skirting through the alleyways. Arian prayed that the Sandslash knew the way, and they wouldn't accidentally happen upon a dead end where they could potentially be cornered by pursuers.

Thankfully, his fears were unfounded: they never went to any cul-de-sacs, and no Thorned Roses were pursuing them. Lillian's distraction had worked, and now they were but a stone's throw away from the northern exit, confirmed when the three walked onto a familiar street.

"Hang on a minute," Arian observed. "Isn't this the street Iona lives on?"

"It is," Elvira confirmed. "The Thorned Roses don't tend to patrol this street, which means that it'll be easy between here and the northern exit. ...We're nearly there. We're nearly out of Ozerograd and the Thorned Roses' clutches. But…" Her face then fell. "Tamara…and Flora"

"Don't you worry, Elvira. I'll bring them back safe and sound," vowed Lillian. "You can be sure of it."

"Y-You would?"

"Of course. After all…we need no reason to help the innocent."

"...Wait a minute." Shocked realisation crossed Elvira's face. "Those words...My dad used to say those all the time. That used to be the motto of the Irian Guild! Were you a mercenary there, Lillian?" she asked in disbelief.

"Not 'was'," Lillian corrected, with pride. "I still am." She then dug into her satchel, and brought out an item that made Elvira's eyes: a badge. "I'm Lillian, a co-member of Team Sandstream, a mercenary team working for the Irian Guild. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

"That's…That's a Guild badge." The Treecko was stupefied. "Just like what Dad had…"

"The Irian Guild?" Arian said, slightly confused. "But wasn't it burned down by Mitrofan?"

"You can't kill a mercenary's spirit," Lillian answered. "The Chief revived it, but because all mercenaries assigned to the Guild were declared outlaws, it's a secret organisation at the minute. That's why you haven't heard of us. But I assure you: the heart of the Irian Guild is still beating. We're still around."

"The Guild is still around?" The words were like heaven for Elvira to hear. "That's wonderful. Oh, blessed Arceus above, it's still here…"

"Wow." I did not expect to hear that. But if it's true, then that really does open up doors for us. "Where do we sign up?" Arian asked.

"When you meet with the Chief," Lillian told him. "Come on. Let's go meet him."

The two continued down the alleyway, after Lillian. Eventually, the alley came to an end, and once there, they only had one last step to complete to get out of town: getting through the northern gate and the guards there.

Elvira froze upon remembering this.

"There are guards," she brought up.

"...Crap," Arian said, realising the Treecko had a point. "What do we do? We've come this far. We can't give up now."

"Oh, relax, you two," Lillian assured, after peeking out onto the road. "We'll be fine. Just follow my lead and everything will be alright."

"What are you going to do, Lillian?" Elvira wondered.

"Nothing. I don't have to do anything. Nothing like back at the square. Just watch."

Confidently, the Sandslash strode out into the open. Elvira and Arian were still both apprehensive as they followed her into the open. They were somewhat confused by Lillian's apparent disposition of ease, wondering why she was so sure of herself this time.

They walked up the gate. It was the same two from two days before: a Krokorok and a Gligar.

Why is Lillian so confident about this? pondered Arian. ...I guess we'll find out what her plan is.

They approached the guards. As they got closer, the Krokorok called out to them.

"Oi! No one gets through 'ere without payin' up!" he growled.

"That's right! And especially not the lot the Boss is looking for!" the Gligar added.

Arian and Elvira tensed. Oh no, we've been spotted! The Riolu readied a battle stance, and Elvira, upon seeing him, did the same. Weirdly enough, though...Lillian didn't do the same. The reasons for this were revealed upon her opening her mouth.

"Ha ha. Very funny, Ishmael," the Sandslash said. " You can drop the act now. There aren't any Thorned Roses around to see us."

"...Yeah, ya got that right," the Krokorok replied, suddenly sounding a lot less aggressive. "This shit's gettin' old. I've been gettin' cream crackered of sayin' that every time some drongo comes through 'ere."

"Same here," seconded the Gligar. "I want out. How much longer do we have to keep doing this?"

"Not too much longer, hopefully," Lillian assured. "The Chief said to me just before I came to collect these two that it wouldn't be long at all."

"You know each other?" a puzzled Elvira asked.

"Nah, never met this lassie 'fore in my life," Ishmael dismissed, before a smirk appeared on his muzzle. "Ha! Only messin'. Course I do. Chinas, us lot. We've known each other since we were lil' 'uns."

"Um, guys?" the Gligar piped up. "I hate to break up this conversation, but...y'know, we do need to cover for you, and...we can't exactly do that if you're still here."

"Oh, of course," Lillian acknowledged. "I'll come back once these two meet up with the Chief. He'll look after them."

"Yeah, the Chief's good at looking after others," the Gligar replied, his words directed at Arian and Elvira. "You won't be in any danger when he's around."

"Yup. Yer right there, Ax. ...Dunno why 'e was so interested in ya lot, though," Ishmael said. "'Specially ya, Treecko."

"Me?" Elvira said.

"Yeah, the Chief was very curious about you, and asked a lot of questions," Lillian informed. "Of course, I couldn't answer them, 'cause I only met you today. But he seemed quite eager to meet you."

"It must be him," Elvira murmured, after hearing this. "It has to be…"

"Looks like ya might know 'im," Ishmael remarked, before giving her a smile. "Go on, lassie. 'E's waitin' for ya, down in the old town."

"Yeah, go," encouraged Axel, the Gligar. "Before the Thorned Roses come up here. We'll cover you, don't worry."

"Thank you," Elvira said to both guards gratefully. "Let's go, Arian. Let's go meet him."

The two walked out of the gate, followed by Lillian. Once they were beyond the gate and into the forested area, the Sandslash took off her Thorned Rose armband with pleasure.

"Ahh," she sighed happily. "Finally. I hate wearing that band. At least it's not much longer now, being in this stupid gang." She filed her armband away in her satchel.

"I did not see that coming," Arian murmured. "Those two guards are your friends?"

"Yes. Ishmael, the Krokorok, and Axel, the Gligar, are my closest friends. We've known them since we were hatchlings," Lillian answered. "They're also my partners in Team Sandstream."

""Team Sandstream…" Arian noted. "Is that because you're all Ground-types?" He didn't know their types off by heart, but he did detect a sandy, earthy scent off them.

"Yeah. None of us actually have Sand Stream, though," Lillian said, with a light chuckle. "We just picked the name because it sounded cool."

"A cool name…" Elvira's thoughts drifted back to that morning's debate over their name.

"Were they the ones that set off the smoke bombs?" Arian wondered.

"Yep. Axel carries some just in case. You never know when you might need a bit of misdirection," the Sandslash reasoned.

"Fair enough." Arian shrugged, seeing nothing wrong with that logic.

"Ah. Here we are. The old crossroads."

It was the same crossroads that Arian and Elvira had been to two days prior. Only, on this occasion, they would go down the left path.

The three started down the path to the old town. But they had barely left the crossroads when…

"Oh? Well, well, well...What do we have here?"

Arian and Elvira stiffened in terror. They knew that slimy, slithery voice, and all the hope they had built up vanished in an instant.

"So it's come to this, has it?" Mikhail said, as he crept from the bushes by the path and behind the trio. All three turned around to face him. "Collaborating with the duo the Boss demanded you apprehend, for one. Then you not only renounce your loyalty to the Boss, but prove yourself to be a traitorous urchin sent by your 'Chief' to spy on us."

His words were laced with rather more anger than in their last meeting. But they were aimed at Lillian, rather than Arian and Elvira.

"And if I did?" Though intimidated, the Sandslash stood her ground. "Surely the great and clever Mikhail must have suspected something? You are, after all, the grand tactician of the Thorned Roses. And yet you never saw the possibility of a traitor in your midst?"

"Some nerve you have," hissed Mikhail, displeased with Lillian's teasing. "Filthy Alban cur! You never should've crept into our gang in the first place."

"Well, as it so happens, I did," Lillian taunted, wearing a smirk of superiority. It felt satisfying to have an edge over the slippery viper for once. "Now you have to live with the consequences. And one of those will be the fall of Hinnerk's rule over Ozerograd. Mark my words."

The Seviper didn't say anything to this at first. It seemed as though Lillian's words had hit their mark. The Sandslash prepared to turn around and resume their journey down to the quay, but stopped when she heard a snicker from Mikhail.

"...Keh."

"What's so funny?" Lillian demanded.

"Keh hah hah hah hah!" cackled the Seviper. "I bet you haven't realised the trap you're walking into, have you?"

"A trap?" echoed Arian. "What trap?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, Riolu?" Mikhail deviously replied. "But I wouldn't try and escape if I were you. After all, the lives of your partner's dear friends hangs in the balance. You wouldn't dare forsake her feelings, would you?"

"My friends?" Then it occurred to Elvira. "You kidnapped Flora and Tamara! It was you who took them!"

"Indeed it was," the Seviper replied, grinning maliciously. "And unless you come to the old town, then we will have absolutely no problem disposing of them."

"You wouldn't!" cried Elvira. "If you do that, I swear I'll…!" She clenched her hand in rage.

"Ha! As if you could do anything," scoffed Mikhail. "But by all means. We'll give you a chance. Come to the old town if you want to save your friend. And that goes for you too, Little Miss Turncoat." He directed this at Lillian. "One wrong move from you and their lives are forfeit."

"Fine," Lillian seethed. "I'll come."

The three walked down the road to the old town. They couldn't turn back, as Mikhail was edging them forward, and would block any escape attempts. The thought came to Elvira to potentially attack him three-on-one, but she dismissed it; that would only worsen her friends' jeopardy. The only thing she could do right now was walk into this trap that had been set up for them.

They passed a sign reading 'Welcome to Ozerograd Quay'. It was the official name for the old town of Ozerograd, but colloquially, most people referred to it as 'the old town', or sometimes, 'the quay'.

The first part of the town was surprisingly enough, rows of berry fields which some Pokémon were working on. However, the sight of Mikhail made a number of them tense up, and work at a faster rate.

So the Thorned Roses have control here, too, Arian bitterly thought to himself. ...Honestly, when will this all stop? When will these people finally know the meaning of a normal life again?

Soon, the fields gave way to lines of houses reminiscent of a terraced street. Along with that, the street was wide, rather like a main street of a town. It was still very much reminiscent of a town, although Arian couldn't help but believe it didn't have half the grandeur of the new town of Ozerograd.

A feeling of dread was shared by him and Elvira. They were walking into a trap that they looked to have no way out of. As well as that, they were to face Hinnerk, an infamous figure of menace. Arian shivered at this. If Mikhail was devilish, his superior was likely to be far worse.

Before long, the street narrowed into a small quayside area. A number of small boats and their oars lay anchored at the water's edge. The road they were walking on also had an end that led to a wide pier. And on that pier lay three figures.

One was the imposing figure of an Obstagoon. The others were the much smaller figures of a Petilil and a Pachirisu. As they got closer, it was noted, much to Elvira's horror, that they were tied, and gags had been put over their mouths to prevent them from talking.

"They've come, Boss," Mikhail announced, slithering in front of the trio and making his way to his boss. "Like a Mothim to flame, they've come right to us."

"Good work, Mikhail," praised Hinnerk. He then turned his attention to the three behind him, and on Elvira in particular. "Well well well. If it isn't Kallias's little pride and joy. To think you were right under my nose all this time…"

"...Hinnerk," Elvira said, trying but failing to sound brave. The Obstagoon had that kind of presence. "Why have you done this? Why have you kidnapped my friendsTamara?"

"Isn't it obvious?" replied the Thorned Roses' leader. "Mercenaries have a bleeding heart for every little thing. Kallias was like that to a T. If you're anything like him, then you would come running if you'd found out I'd taken people hostage. Especially if it was one of your friends," he elaborated, an evil smirk on his face.

"You're sick!" Elvira condemned. "How can people like you live knowing all the horrible things you've done? That's not even going into all those evictions, and the people are going to rob people of a roof over their heads!"

"And you spiriting away people mysteriously too!" Arian butted in. "What are you doing to them, Hinnerk?! Where are you taking them?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" taunted Hinnerk. "I bet you wanna save them all, don't you?"

"You bet we will!"

"Hah! Look at you, so full of confidence!" The Obstagoon snickered. "Of course, you live in an airy-fairy world where justice prevails and evil's always brought to its knees. I bet your dear old daddy taught you that, and you wanna be a hero just like him, don't you?" he said to Elvira, his voice sickeningly sweet.

"That's…" Elvira, taken aback, struggled to muster a reply, realising that the Obstagoon had hit the nail on the head.

"Okay, I've noticed something already," Arian interjected. "It's not even been a minute and yet you won't stop going on about Kallias. Is there some history between you two or what?"

"...Fernblade Kallias was the bane of my existence," Hinnerk answered, his look souring at the mention of the Sceptile. "Him and Mud Bomber Melchior...It's because of the snooping of Team Marshwood seven years ago that the life I led came crashing down in an instant. If he hadn't snooped his nose into my business like he always did, then I'd be living the good life. Tenacious bastard!" he raged.

"That was because you dealt in smuggling and involved yourself in a nefarious plot!" Elvira replied, her fury growing. "You were a hardened criminal! My dad's job was to hunt down people like you and bring them to justice! And he did just that with you!"

"Hold on a minute!" Arian cut in. "You mean...your dad actually caught this guy? And he was a smuggler?"

"He did," Elvira told him. "Dad and Melchior investigated what he was involved in and were able to expose a huge plot that involved an attempted mass murder and assassination of the royal family. It was that very mission that earned them Grandmaster Rank. It's reserved only for the truly exceptional - and they rightfully earned it through that."

"Grandmaster," spat Hinnerk. "An honour wasted on men like them! Why accept that, but deny everything else? They were offered knighthoods, estates, lordships - the kind of things people would kill for! What a waste, saying no to all that glitz and glory! Honours are wasted on people like them! People like me, who would actually use such power to its fullest - they belong to us! Not them!"

"The people of Ozerograd would look at that a little differently," Lillian snarked. "Tell that to them and see how far you get."

"You - " Hinnerk stopped, realising he recognised the Sandslash. "You're one of my grunts." Realisation struck him then. "You double-crossing bitch! How dare you betray me!"

"It would seem she was planning this all along," Mikhail elaborated. "And it's not just her. She has two accomplices with her who infiltrated the Thorned Roses. And they're all beholden to someone they refer to as 'the Chief'. ...Someone who wishes to bring down the Thorned Roses, no doubt."

"You're damn right," Lillian proclaimed. "The Chief knows about all you've done here. But he knows about your activities in that plot seven years ago. All the more reason that the likes of you should be locked away forever."

"The Chief, huh?" Hinnerk growled. "A secret identity, I bet. Doesn't matter! I know exactly who your 'Chief' is!"

"Y-You do?" Arian said, panicked. Does he know? They wanted it to be a secret…Oh no, no, no...

"Of course I do," the Obstagoon replied, teeth bared in fury. "It's that bastard Kallias! That's who!"

Both Arian and Elvira stiffened in an instant. Crap! He knows! the former thought.

"Hah! It seems I'm right," said Hinnerk, noticing the duo tense up. "Who else could it be? It all makes sense now. That's why his little girl and her partner trekked all the way out here, escorted by a lackey of his. After five years of disappearing off the face of Ardalion, this is how that rat's going to return and be the hero once again, by laying waste to my gang." He curled his lips in a snarl. "That's exactly the kind of scenario he'd enact. It's too perfect. The bastard's going to do just that."

"..." Elvira said nothing, so as not to risk giving anything away. But the Thorned Roses' leader's rant gave her food for thought. Is that really his plan? That does sound like something Dad would do...

"But I know the perfect way to get revenge on him." Hinnerk's devilish grin returned once again. "Kallias is a prick who prides himself on being selfless. As long as the ones he loves are safe, that's all that matters. ...So what if his loving daughter were sent straight to hell's gates?" He grinned evilly as he shot a leer at Elvira.

"You're going to kill Elvira?" Arian assessed, gritting his teeth in anger.

"Of course! That would destroy Kallias more than anything, if his daughter were to die at my hands!" Hinnerk chortled. "It's the perfect revenge! Not defeating him, but killing his little pride and joy! What better way to crush him than by snuffing your life out?"

"That's not going to happen," Arian boldly declared, holding out his arm defensively in front of Elvira. "Not while I'm here. I won't let you kill Elvira!"

"So you're her chosen partner, are you?" Hinnerk's lips curled in disgust. "Doesn't matter. I'll kill you just the same. And you too, you traitorous wench!" he shouted at Lillian.

"You monster," Elvira said, shaking her fist. "Only a monster could talk about killing someone in as light a manner as you have. You're the very reason mercenaries live and breathe."

"You've escaped justice for too long, Hinnerk!" Lillian said to him. "But you can't run any longer!"

Hinnerk looked down at the three, all with fiery and determined looks on their faces. He wasn't impressed or even threatened by what he saw. The three before him were young, two of them barely even young adults. It was a typical example of the daredevil attitude of people their age, always rushing in without any sort of contingency plan for if things went wrong.

The sight of it was pitiable, in his eyes. And so, knowing what he knew, he did the only thing he could find it in him to do.

Laugh.

"Aha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" he guffawed. "Hah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" He had to hold his chest from how hard he was laughing.

"And just what exactly is so funny?" demanded Arian, feeling his anger grow at the Obstagoon's laughter.

Lillian, however, looked from Hinnerk laughing his sides off to Mikhail, who was still smiling devilishly, and to Flora and Tamara, whose eyes were full of fear. All three of these made her realise something.

They know something we don't.

"...You don't even realise it, do you?" Hinnerk said, once he'd composed himself enough. "Are you forgetting who I am?"

Where's this confidence coming from? Elvira wondered. Soon enough, she also found herself thinking the same thought as Lillian: They know something.

"You're forgetting that I'm the leader of the Thorned Roses. And whenever I want to, I can summon men on a whim to serve my every need. Like right now."

Hinnerk then clicked his claws.

"Come out, boys! It's time to play!"

And then, from the rooftops of the pierside houses behind Arian, Elvira and Lillian, a number of Thorned Roses appeared, and jumped down, landing on the pier's approach. Their appearance prevented any path of escape for the three of them. And every one of them looked geared up and ready for a fight.

All three's previously determined faces faltered once they saw what situation they were in.

"Heh." Hinnerk smirked. "And just like that, your hope withers to nothing."

"Crap. This isn't good," Arian remarked, looking around him. "We're in a bad situation here…"

"Outnumbered and with no escape route," Lillian agreed. "A right pickle, this is."

"..." Elvira felt similarly to her compatriots. Right now, it all seemed hopeless. Hinnerk had them cornered, and there was little chance of escape or victory through battling. She and Arian were only novices, and they faced a hardened criminal, his crafty tactician, and a horde of no less than six of his lackeys. Even with Lillian's help, it would be an arduous challenge, to say the least. Was victory even possible?

"I hate being powerless."

Her own words came back to her, the same ones she'd spoken to Arian the day before in Cyan Cove. It reflected her very frustrations with her own hesitance; as Selenia descended into authoritarianism and Hinnerk took over Ozerograd, she could do nothing. And she had done nothing. She had simply watched, paralysed by her indecisiveness.

Why do I have to be this way? she thought to herself. Why must I be the weak one? I vowed to become a mercenary, and even now...I've been frightened of the Thorned Roses and Hinnerk. I shouldn't be doing this. A mercenary's meant to be fearless. Images of her father flashed through her mind, his stories of returning from seemingly unwinnable matchups victorious coming back to her. He was the ultimate epitome of what a mercenary should be, in her eyes.

A mercenary's meant to bring justice to those who don't know its meaning. People like him. Her gaze fell upon Hinnerk, the very person who'd caused all of the strife in her town for the last five years.

"When will this cycle end?"

"When someone stands up to him. Someone has to."

Her conversation with Arian when they were in Blossoming Meadow was also relayed back to her. Back then, she'd had that similar hesitance, for she had cited Hinnerk's strength and the speed of his gang in putting down potential rebellions.

But now, standing in front of him, different thoughts came to her mind.

He's my enemy. Him and all of his henchmen. They've terrorised the people of Ozerograd, evicted its people from their homes, made people disappear and now he's kidnapped my best friends. And this drought of justice…it's gone on for too long. It's high time for him to be brought to his knees.

"So what's it to be?" Hinnerk said. "There's only two choices, really. Either you fight me and I kill you. Or...you could get on your knees and beg. ...Who knows? I might just take pity on you and let you live. Maybe even let you three be my personal servants. I could always use more servants for more…specialised purposes." He looked over at Elvira and Lillian specifically, and gave his lips a salacious lick.

"You're sick!" Lillian shouted, understanding all the connotations and reacting accordingly.

"Ignore him, Lillian," Elvira said. Suddenly, her voice sounded more resolute and confident. An idea had made itself known in her head, and she sought to try it out. It's risky, incredibly risky…but if it works, the odds may tilt a little more in our favour. "We don't have to listen to the words of a weakling like him."

"Weakling?" And as desired, Hinnerk took the bait. "You're calling me a weakling, you stupid girl?"

"Yes, I am," the Treecko replied, remaining calm and collected. "Look at your gang, for one thing. You have to hire all of these men to keep your power in check. Are you sure it's not just a way of compensating for your weakness?"

"You're calling me weak?" the Obstagoon growled. "Do you have any idea who you face? I'm the boss of the Thorned Roses! You should be cowering in fear before me!"

"But I'm not," Elvira pointed out. "Because I know your secret. You're not really that powerful, are you? You're just a pushover who hides behind his henchmen and creates a climate of fear to disguise the fact that you have no strength at all."

"Hey! Don't talk shit about the Boss, you bitch!" called out one Thorned Rose, an Electabuzz.

"Yeah! He overthrew the lord of this place!" piped up another, a Primeape. "Someone weak couldn't possibly do that!"

"Oh yes, they could," argued Lillian, who saw what Elvira's plan was and decided to join in. "Selenian lords aren't a strong lot. If they're crafty enough, even a weak idiot like Hinnerk would be able to sneak in and assassinate the lord. And I know for a fact that Mikhail was by his side at the time. Surely you're not denying that, are you?" she asked, aiming the question at the Seviper.

"You're bluffing," Mikhail replied, dodging the question. "Is this what you've stooped to? Realising victory is impossible, you take to hurling false insults at the Boss?" He gave an angry hiss. "Why must traitors and rebels be such a troublesome lot?"

"Oh, really? You think we're bluffing?" By this stage, Arian had understood Elvira's plan as well. "Then prove it! If you're so strong, then you should easily be able to wipe the floor with us, without any help from your men! Go on! I dare you! I double dare you, Hinnerk!"

"...Grrr...you…" the Obstagoon snarled, his teeth bared in anger. Who does this Riolu think he is? That wench sure found an irritating partner to side with. ...I could just send the men against them, but…no. All three of them...I want to make them suffer. Each and every one of them. A traitor, an irritant, and Kallias's spawn. They don't know for one minute who they're dealing with.

And if all else fails and I am somehow beaten...I do have two back-up plans in mind. Hinnerk grinned evilly. That'd make the boldness fade from their eyes and let despair take its place.

"...So you believe I'm weak, do you?" Hinnerk said, a challenging glare in his eyes. "How about I show you just how wrong you are? I'll play along with your little game. And you three will all know what a mistake you've made in challenging me." He looked across to the Thorned Roses behind the trio. "Stand by, men. I'll handle these runts."

"Yes, Boss!" yelled one of them, a Fraxure.

"Beat them! Show 'em why you're the Boss around here!" another one, an Umbreon, seconded.

"You can do it, Boss!" encouraged another, a Golbat. "They're nothing compared to you!"

While they were doing, and Hinnerk was soaking in the acclamation of his men, Elvira leaned over to Arian.

"Listen, Arian. I know this may not be the best time, but…" Her voice dropped to a whisper as she said something to him.

"That's a good idea, Elvira," the Riolu whispered back, his eyes lighting up at her suggestion. "We'll try that when we beat him. But do you think we can win?"

"I'm really not sure," the Treecko admitted. "In fact, I don't know if we can win. ...But we have to try. As you said, someone has to stand up to him. And are you willing to lay down and surrender to someone like him?"

"No way in hell," denied Arian. "I'll fight till the end."

"And so will I," Lillian added. "We won't stand for this anymore. It's about time he was brought to his knees. And I want a slice of that pie."

"Thanks, Lillian. Glad you have our backs," Elvira responded gratefully.

"Hey! You gonna fight me or what?" Hinnerk's voice broke through their conversation. "You've had enough time for a pep talk!"

"Oh, don't worry. We were ready all this time," assured Lillian.

"Bring it on, Hinnerk!" Arian yelled. "We're going to bring you down, right here and right now!"

"This is for Ozerograd!" Elvira called. "This is for all the people who've had to live under your cruel reign.

"Tch. Look at them." Hinnerk then turned to Mikhail, who was watching the bound Tamara off to the side. "Look after the girls, Mikhail. Make sure they don't escape while we're not looking."

"With pleasure," the Seviper obliged.

"Good." The Obstagoon then turned back to the trio, and looked down on them with a sneer. "Arrogant brats. You'll know your place soon enough. You'll know the terror that is Hinnerk, leader of the Thorned Roses."

Notes

Again, another chapter that I planned to have more content in it. However, I've decided to leave what was to be the ending for this chapter for next time, where we shall see how the fight with Hinnerk turns out, along with the resolution of some other mysteries.

The team name wasn't something I forgot to mention; I intended it to be something unmentioned until now. At some point in the future, it'll be revealed. When? And what's the team name? Well…wait and see.

With Team A&E, I was intending to get across that 'A&E' means 'Accident and Emergency', and I was trying to get across a faint remembrance by Arian that he associated these two letters with that, given that he's a human.

Looking back, I find it a tad ironic that Elvira calls Hinnerk a monster and yet she's the one in the Monster egg group. Isn't it great when we write irony without realising it at first? I'm rather proud of that.

That's all for now. Thanks for reading.

Updates(16/12/22): This is part of my early chapter updates. Streamlining some dialogue, though this one less so than previously, inserting the 'Thorned Roses making people disappear' plotline. I also made Flora kidnapped as well, along with Tamara. (No idea why I didn't include her in the first place, to be honest.)

I also changed the Irian Guild's motto to 'We need no reason to help the innocent.' I felt the old one was too wordy and imprecise as to what the Guild stood for.

Arukona · Oct 15, 2022

Chapter 9
Elpis

Hinnerk considered himself to be someone who was prepared to face off any threat. The fact that he had been in this position for five long years with only a few challenges to his leadership was proof of this, and the easy putting down of those rebellions was proof of his readiness to combat threats, in his mind. It was all the better for him, as it meant his image as a tough, wily leader was cemented among the people of Ozerograd, and he could continue his life of luxury in peace.

But never had he been challenged in such a way like Elvira had done; in order to prove he wasn't a weakling. Like Mikhail, he could see they were bluffing in order to find a way out of the precarious situation they had found themselves in.

But it was the way Elvira had spoken to him - the mocking, teasing words designed to goad - that he could not turn a blind eye to. Those clever, sly strategies to get out of seemingly unwinnable situations was a tactic Team Marshwood were known for, and specifically, it was Kallias' cunning that came up with such schemes. That had to have rubbed off on the Sceptile's daughter.

And similarly hard to ignore was the challenge of Arian to prove he wasn't weak. He had never met this mysterious green-eyed freak of a Riolu before, but something about him ticked the Obstagoon off. Whether it was his odd green irises, his association with Elvira, or his arrogance in challenging him to a duel, the Riolu was proving to be quite a pest, and one he'd be all too happy to remove from the picture.

And a similar story could be had with Lillian. Traitors and backstabbers were people he couldn't stand, and should one arise in the Thorned Roses, he would demand their life become forfeit. Thus, he would gladly kill Lillian for the traitor she was.

All three proved to be a great threat to him. And so, once their duel started, he was the first one to engage in combat, making a beeline for them. Arian was the first one he went for, and lunged for him in a Submission attack.

"Ah!" Arian was caught off guard, and suffered for it, taking all the blows the Obstagoon dealt to him. It was a devastating attack in which the Riolu was greatly hurt, acquiring a number of bruises and cuts across his body.

"Arian!" cried Elvira, once she saw her partner's condition. "Take this, Hinnerk!" She used a Mega Drain on him, which she found she had learned during the trek through Cyan Cove.

However, the attack didn't phase the Obstagoon as much as she'd hoped. It did something, but Hinnerk, if anything, had garnered more pain through the recoil from his Submission attack.

"Ha! Call that an attack?" he mocked. "Should've stayed at home, girl! Not enough dolls in the house to keep you interested, is that it?"

"Shut up! You don't know anything about me!" the Treecko yelled. She charged toward him, intent on landing a Quick Attack. However…

Hinnerk, cross-armed, let loose a shout that made her flinch and stop her cold in her tracks.

"...Obstruct," Lillian observed. "...It would be only natural for an Obstagoon like Hinnerk to have such a move…"

"...Pathetic," Hinnerk scoffed at Elvira's flinching. He followed up his Obstruct with a Night Slash, and knocked Elvira back, where she landed at Arian's feet.

"Elvira! Are you alright?" the worried Riolu asked, helping her up.

"...Could be better," Elvira groaned, clutching her side where Hinnerk had struck.

"...Is that really the best you've got?" Hinnerk taunted. "What, was Kallias so focused on his mercenary work that he didn't have time to pass his skills onto his only daughter? Some parenting that is! He might've been a hero, but he sure as hell was a crap parent!"

"Don't you dare talk that way about my dad!" shouted Elvira angrily. She tried to run towards Hinnerk to attack him, but Lillian called out to her.

"Wait, Elvira!" she interjected. "This is what Hinnerk wants from you. He wants you to be all riled up and angry. Because when you're pissed off like that, it makes easier pickings for him. We did that to him, but that doesn't mean we're immune to him doing it to us. Someone as devious as Hinnerk has tricks like that up his sleeve. We have to think around this." She dug into her bag and got out two oran berries. "Take them. Let's just pretend that didn't happen, and start again."

"Thanks," Arian accepted, and he and Elvira munched on their berries, feeling their wounds begin to heal. As this happened, the Treecko pondered their strategy against Hinnerk.

How to go about this? Hmm…a one-on-one strategy wouldn't work like it did back in Verdant Woods. Hinnerk's bigger and stronger than any of us. For this battle…a team effort's needed between Arian and I. And Arian, a Fighting-type against him…might be the best shot we have.

"Those oran berries won't save you," Hinnerk said to them. "One hit and you're already grasping for them. Did you really think I'd be a pushover? Stupid idiot mercs!"

"We never thought you would be," Elvira replied. "But you're far from invincible! With me, Arian!" She ran forward and attacked with Mega Drain once again.

"You tried that already," Hinnerk ridiculed, once again barely phased by the move. "Out of tricks already, are we?"

"No," Elvira denied. "I've only just begun unleashing my 'tricks'. Besides, it's not me who you should look out for." As she said this, Arian passed her by, Force Palm at the ready.

"Take this!" he cried, moving in to strike the Obstagoon. The hit landed, and Hinnerk staggered back slightly, surprising the Riolu.

"That…did more than I expected," he remarked.

"You're more powerful against him than I am, Arian," Elvira said. "Your Fighting-type moves will give us the edge."

"...Big mistake, girl, revealing your strategies like that," Hinnerk said, recovering from Arian's blow. "Because now I know exactly who to take out." He made a dash for the Riolu, and before the Riolu could react, he tackled him to the ground once more and attacked him with Submission.

"Argh! Ouch! Stop it!" Arian's cries could be heard as Hinnerk beat him relentlessly with Submission. He tried to escape the beatings, but the Thorned Roses' boss was too strong for him to get away from.

"That's enough, Hinnerk!" Lillian yelled, and she lunged forward to initiate her own attack to turn Hinnerk's attention to her. She hit him with multiple rounds of Fury Swipes, slashing deep enough to draw blood from the Obstagoon.

"Gah! Damn traitor!" hissed Hinnerk, who ceased his attack on Arian to focus on Lillian. "What pests the likes of you are!"

"Good. That means I'm doing something right," countered the Sandslash. "Now time for you to see what I'm made of!" She made her move with Crush Claw, dealing cuts to Hinnerk that drew blood.

"You little bitch!" snarled the Obstagoon. "I'll rip you apart!" He slashed at her with a Night Slash, but Lillian saw it coming, and managed to avoid the brunt of the blow, escaping with only a small cut on her side created by Hinnerk.

However, the Thorned Roses' boss's anger had been stoked, and his focus was directed toward Lillian now. A flurry of Night Slashes were directed Lillian's way, and the Sandslash quickly found herself on the defensive, trying to block Hinnerk's attacks in order to land some of her own. But she couldn't defend them all, and some of the Obstagoon's Night Slashes landed, wounding the Sandslash.

While this was happening, Elvira regrouped with Arian and healed him with an oran berry from her own bag. She couldn't help but notice, though, the dismayed look in his eyes.

"...One attack and I'm already having to take another oran berry," he said, in what sounded like self-disappointment. "...Maybe we really are in over our heads…"

"Don't say that," chided Elvira. "He has the advantage in strength, but…" She held up her bag. "We can gain the advantage in other ways."

"Through…items?" queried Arian.

"A bag of items is a mercenary's greatest companion," the Treecko continued. "You saw just there; I can't hit Hinnerk very hard. But…with some items, I might be able to make a difference. Like with these, for instance." She took out two seeds, and picked one of them. "Take that and eat it. It's a violent seed; it'll make your attacks stronger."

"...Okay, if you say so," Arian obliged. He tentatively took the seed, and ingested it, unsure of what to expect.

But within seconds, he could feel a sudden surge of energy come to him, and he suddenly felt more confident and determined.

"Whoa! That seed has quite a kick to it," he remarked. "...What did you say it was again? A violent seed?"

"Yes. Your attacks will pack more of a punch," Elvira told him. "I forgot we had it. I really must sort out the bag when we get home. But anyway. Let's see how powerful your Force Palm is now. Go on. Lillian has him distracted. Let's not waste this opportunity. You go first, and I'll follow."

"Right," acknowledged the Riolu. "...Lillian can't hold this up forever. We should move now." He chose to attack right before Hinnerk struck the Sandslash again. As the Obstagoon raised his hand to deliver another Night Slash, Arian chose that opportunity to once again attack with a Force Palm. He struck Hinnerk as hard as he could.

"Agh! You irritating little pest!" Hinnerk raged, and swung around to strike Arian. However, the Riolu figured he would do that, and managed to move back quickly enough to avoid the strike. Hinnerk, growling in anger, diverted his attention to Arian, and moved in to attack. Perhaps if he hadn't been so focused on the human, he would've seen Elvira biting down on the seed she'd picked from the bag.

The next thing he knew, the gecko blew fiery breath at him.

"A blast seed?! Could you merc types be any more annoying?" seethed the Obstagoon, feeling the flames lick at his fur.

"Annoying? You're one to talk," countered Lillian. "Who's been the one giving hell to the people of Ozerograd? Who's been the one suppressing freedom here for the past five years? It sure as hell hasn't been us!"

"Yeah!" seconded Arian. "I've only been here a few days, and even I can see how much of a threat you are to this town's peace!"

"And as someone who lives near Ozerograd, I've seen for myself just what you and the Thorned Roses have done to it," Elvira continued. "It's terrible what you've all done to it. All the more reason to defeat you here and now!"

"Shut up!" Hinnerk barked. "Shut up before I rip your throat out, you wretch!" He attempted to run for Elvira to attack her, but both Arian and Lillian ran forward in front of her, each with their own attack at the ready.

"Oh no, you don't!" Arian shouted, and with Lillian, unleashed a dual attack of Force Palm and Crush Claw on Hinnerk that landed.

"Gahhh!" the Obstagoon cried, as he was knocked back from the attack. He looked back up at Arian and Elvira, in furious disbelief. How could the likes of them have such power behind their attacks? This traitor and this nobody of a Riolu…they don't have the power to best me. I'm the boss of the Thorned Roses! I'm the most powerful person in Ozerograd! …So…how could they have…?

Hinnerk wasn't the only one gawping in disbelief, though. His underlings that were enclosing the pier had observed the duel between their boss and his three opponents. As the latter succeeded in landing their hits on the Obstagoon, fears began to arise among

"The Boss...He's struggling," noted one of the Thorned Roses, an Umbreon. "Th-That can't be...The Boss is the strongest of us all! There's no way he'd lose to these three...right?"

"...Not if we have anything to say about it. ...Hey, Boss!" the Electabuzz from earlier called out. "Don't worry! We'll help you get rid of those three!"

"Grrr...No!" Hinnerk objected. "Don't move! I can handle these brats by myself!" However, his laboured breaths and visible wounds told a different story.

"But Boss! They're winning!" protested the Fraxure. "Please let us help you kill them!"

"...Do it," ordered Mikhail, before Hinnerk could say anything. "I'm sorry, Boss, but it's for your own good. We can't let the Thorned Roses fall, especially to these whelps."

"...Fine!" Hinnerk shouted in frustration. "I've just about had it with them anyway! Kill them! Make them suffer for their defiance!"

"Yes, Boss!" all of them called out, before getting ready to lunge on the trio.

No! Arian thought to himself. Just when we were getting the upper hand...It can't end like this! Not after Elvira came up with that brilliant plan…

But before the group of Thorned Roses could initiate combat, they were rudely interrupted by nothing other than...the detonation of smoke bombs.

Within seconds, the pier was covered in thick white smoke, just like the square in Ozerograd had been earlier. And just like before, the group of Thorned Roses were taken by surprise.

"Smoke bombs?!"

"What the hell?! Where'd they come from?"

"Are we under attack?"

"I bet it's friends of those bastards!"

"Where are they? You can't see through this smoke!"

Meanwhile, whereas Arian and Elvira had been disoriented by the smoke bombs before, this time they saw them as symbols of hope. It meant help was here to get them out of this predicament.

There was a slight problem, though, in that the smoke made it hard to see what exactly was going on. Through the smoke and uproar of the Thorned Roses, however, Arian was able to discern a few voices.

"Now, Ishmael! Throw it!"

"Gotcha! Take this, ya buncha crooks!"

Then the shattering of what seemed to be glass was heard. Strangely enough, all went quiet from the Thorned Roses henchmen kicking up a furore. Arian cocked his head in puzzlement. What could this be? Just in case, he readied himself for a potential enemy to strike. They could take advantage of this, after all.

A gust of wind suddenly blew out of the smoke. But then, to Arian's surprise, a strong wind suddenly blew the smoke away. Eventually, it cleared up enough to see what had happened.

And it was quite a sight. One that made the Riolu's eyes widen in a mixture of shock and wonderment.

All of the Thorned Roses that had reared up to attack the three of them had suddenly been frozen. But not in the sense of being encased in ice - it looked as though time had stopped for them, and they were all frozen in place, some in a pose to run, and others plainly more disoriented from the smoke. Their expressions were a mixture of outrage, confusion, and panic.

And in front of this scene lay a familiar duo: a Krokorok and a Gligar.

Lillian was the first one to speak up.

"Ishmael! Axel! You came!"

"Heh." Ishmael smirked. "Got a bit worried when ya weren't showin' up. We figured somethin' had happened, so we came down here to quite a show. Ya were doin' well, but...that lot was gonna ruin everythin'.'' He pointed to the frozen Thorned Roses. "Good thing Axel still 'ad some smoke bombs left over."

"Good thing, alright," the Gligar said. "I kept some just in case we'd need them in future. And what do you know? A perfect opportunity!" He gestured to the scene before him. "I told you Defog was useful for stuff like this, Ish!"

"...Eh, can't argue with that," agreed Ishmael. "Handy for stuff like smoke bombs."

"What did you do to them?" Arian asked, still stunned by the sight before him. "How are they...frozen like that?"

"Petrify Orb," the Krokorok answered simply. "Got it from yer folks, Lill. It freezes enemies in their tracks. They're not gonna move unless ya attack 'em. So if ya don't attack 'em, ya can keep yer focus on that tosser over there." He pointed to Hinnerk.

"Wow...thanks very much," the Riolu said, grateful for the aversion of a crisis.

"No problem," accepted Ishmael. "Now then...back to dealing with this piece of shit right here." He pointed a finger toward Hinnerk.

"...Look who's talking," spat the Obstagoon, noticing the red armband on Ishmael and the red scarf on Axel. "More traitors following the Sandslash...So you all planned to betray me, too?"

"We sure did," Axel answered. "You're the kind of people that deserve betrayal - the brutes with no remorse. I'd go into detail about all the crap you've done over the years, but they've probably done it already."

"Yeah...A crim who's done a lot of bad shit over the years and evicts people for fun? ...Exactly the kinda Pokémon a merc's gotta lock up. Ya could even say folks him, for us mercs...are our prey." A vicious smile crept across his muzzle, aiming his words at Hinnerk. But Arian and Elvira heard them too.

"Prey?" the Obstagoon scoffed. "Don't make me laugh! You merc types really are delusional idiots. All of you are! You're forgetting who you're dealing with! I'm - "

"Shut up," Ishmael cut off. "Mr Big or not, yer outnumbered five to one, and on top a' that, yer sidekick's done a runner."

"What?" Hinnerk turned to his right and indeed, the Krokorok was correct; Mikhail and Tamara had completely up and vanished. "Mikhail! Mikhail! Where the hell have you gone to?"

"That's weird...Where has he gone to?" wondered Elvira, confused by the snake's disappearance. "And...where's Tamara?" Worry sprung in her heart for her vanished friend. "Where is she?"

"Elvira…" Arian felt his partner's worry. But one look at the irate Obstagoon reminded them of their object of focus. "...I hate to say this, but we have to leave them for now. We're gaining the upper hand with Hinnerk, and we have to keep up the pressure. It won't be long before Ozerograd can say goodbye to the likes of him."

"...You're right," Elvira realised. "Now's not the time to get distracted. I'm sorry, Tamara...but we have to stick to this for now. Ozerograd's so close to freedom from this man...Please just hang on a little longer."

"We'll keep a lookout for them," Axel called. "But if you guys need help, we'll jump in."

"Yeah. ...But yer doin' alright," Ishmael commented. "I think we might be able to leave this one to Lill and the rookies."

"Wait, what?" Arian reacted, suddenly feeling rather nervous. He was hopeful for more help, but...They're just going to sit by the sidelines, while we fight Hinnerk? He's been no joke. He knew that despite their usage of the items, they weren't in infinite supply, and their bag of tricks, along with Lillian's, would eventually deplete to nothing.

At that point, Ishmael threw something his way, which he caught. Then he did the same to Elvira and Lillian, and they also caught their items. The items in question were none other than oran berries, which each fighter scarfed down immediately. Once they did, they felt a resurgence of energy as their wounds healed.

"Ya look worse for wear," the crocodile called. "That should bring ya back to full energy. Once ya are, lay into 'im like yer life depends on it! There's a lot ridin' on this, 'specially for yerselves!"

"Oh...I think I know what he's saying, Arian." Elvira's words drew Arian's attention. "They're saying that this is a chance to prove ourselves. If we manage to topple Hinnerk, then we'll have proved that we can overcome a monumental hurdle and attain a victory against all odds."

"I see...And along with that, if we win, then Ozerograd will be free from the likes of him," Arian replied, seeing her point. "It'll be our first big step forward as mercenaries. And as mercs, helping the people is our goal."

"That's right. ...So let's do what the people desire and topple this tyrant," Elvira declared. "Let's bring freedom to the people of Ozerograd!"

"...Hah! Not while I draw breath," Hinnerk objected. He was seething now, not just from his tactician's disappearing act, but also from the infuriating talk of determination from the two in front of him, the very ones he'd sent his gang out to look for. I toyed with them. ...That was a mistake. A big one. "I'll shatter those very dreams before your eyes. Ozerograd is mine, and you will not take it from me!"

"Any leader that rules poorly should earn the right to be overthrown," Lillian responded. "You fall into that category, Hinnerk. And there's no finer candidates to overthrow you than these two."

"These two'll be knocking on hell's gates before the day is out," Hinnerk growled. "I won't bow down for one second!"

"Then we'll make you bow down!" Arian shouted back. "Come on, Elvira! Let's do this!" And with that, he ran forward, intent to press forward their advantage while they had it.

However, his approach proved to be a hasty one, as Hinnerk had a counter ready. Once more, he crossed his arms and used Obstruct to deter the smaller fighter and flinch him, then followed up with Night Slash. Even though he resisted the hit, and it wasn't as hard-hitting as the Submission, Arian still found the hit to pack a punch.

But luckily, Elvira was on hand to take over from him while he regained his strength with an Oran Berry. While she found hitting him hard was proving difficult for her on her lonesome, this wasn't meant to be a hard-hitting onslaught, merely enough to keep Hinnerk distracted while Arian recovered. Using her agility to her advantage, she used Quick Attack to distract Hinnerk and draw his attention.

"Annoying little brat!" Hinnerk spat. "I'll cut you in two!" He readied a Night Slash, and swung towards Elvira…

…only for her to dodge it effortlessly.

The Obstagoon then noticed her glowing green eyes.

Detect, huh? Of course you'd be as crafty as your old man…Well then. A change of targets it is. He saw a freshly healed Arian returning to the fray, a perfect target to unleash his wrath on. And an angry mind was just what was needed when it came to using Submission.

Arian was readying his own attack, a Metal Claw, to shake things up and conserve his uses of Force Palm. But Hinnerk managed to get the drop on him, and tackled him to the ground.

"Agh! Get off me!" Arian cried, before being assaulted by the Obstagoon's punches once more. It was the third time this happened, but still he found Hinnerk's pummeling to be as unrelenting as the previous occasions.

"Arian!" Elvira shouted. She attempted to use a Mega Drain to draw Hinnerk's attention, just as Lillian had done before. However, the Obstagoon had learned from the earlier experience, and dodged out of the way. He had already dealt substantial blows to Arian; he could afford to retreat from that for now, he thought.

Meanwhile, the window was open to attack Elvira again. But Hinnerk saw her coming towards him, and an idea came to mind. I still do have that move I haven't used yet…

Elvira launched a Quick Attack once more on Hinnerk. Strangely, Hinnerk didn't move when she attacked. But he didn't cross his arms and scream in a use of Obstruct either. Lillian, who was observing the fight, frowned. What is he up to…?

Then it all became clear, once a steam-like aura emanated from Hinnerk. Before Elvira could react, he unleashed an uppercut on her that sent her flying across the pier. She landed just by the water's edge, thankfully not thrown into the lake itself.

"Elvira!" Arian screamed, running over to his teammate. Lifting her up, he could see the effects of the powerful blow; she'd been knocked unconscious, and blood trickled from her nose.

She wasn't dead, at least. But she was out of commission, and that made Arian's worry heighten.

No! We were doing so well, too… he lamented. …But now what? Lillian's here, but…without Elvira, we're down a fighter, and I'm not doing so hot either. The blows from Submission still stung him, and he felt himself beginning to get weary.

Were we…too reckless, challenging Hinnerk head-on like this? the Riolu found himself thinking. Even if we got this far…it doesn't mean anything, if we can't defeat him outright.

"Oh no, ya don't, ya piece of shit! Don't ya even think about drownin' 'em!"

Arian's attention turned to behind him. There, he could see that Ishmael and Axel had joined the fray and were fighting against Hinnerk.

"Tch. More annoyances!" the Obstagoon raged. "How dare you rats get in my way! Stand aside! Those two upstarts are mine!"

"Nope! No way in hell you're getting to them!" Axel yelled, unleashing a Fury Cutter on Hinnerk. "Knowing how you work, you're going to drown them in the lake to give them a long death!"

"What?!" cried Arian, in shock. "D-Drown us in the lake?!" That's…Of all the ways to go, that's a horrible one! He realised he was visibly shuddering at the thought. I don't want to die that way…

"Focus, Arian! Heal Elvira!"

Lillian's voice snapped him out of his fearful thoughts. He looked over at the Sandslash, only to be surprised when she threw something his way. It landed at his feet.

A…seed? Arian picked it up, and examined it. It was a normal seed, except it had what seemed like a blue-coloured stem growing out of it.

"Give it to Elvira!" Lillian called. "It's a reviver seed! It'll make her conscious again!"

"R-Really?" Arian's ears pricked in surprise. They can do that?

"Yes! But hurry!" Lillian replied, glancing worriedly at her teammates fighting Hinnerk. "We can't allow him to regain the upper hand!"

"Got it," the Riolu said. He took the seed and brought it to Elvira's mouth. It took a slight amount of effort to get her unconscious form to swallow the seed, but he managed it, and soon the seed was taken in by Elvira. Come on…Please work, he silently begged, looking over the Treecko's body for any signs of healing.

Thankfully, they did appear. But the speed at which Elvira recovered and regained consciousness was a surprise to Arian. In what seemed like no time at all, the Treecko's wounds were healed and the girl's eyes opened.

"...Arian?" Elvira mumbled. "Did you give me…a reviver seed?"

"I did," he informed her. "But worry about that later. We need to focus on keeping up the pressure on Hinnerk. We don't have far left, but…given how powerful he is, he can turn the tide at any time."

"So…the sooner we end it, the better," Elvira surmised, as she got to her feet.

"Yes…starting with moving away from the edge of the pier," Arian added, doing just that. "I do not want to be drowned by him."

"Good idea," Elvira agreed. "Now let's take the slack off Team Sandstream."

However, this declaration coincided with Hinnerk managing to remove Axel and Ishmael from his path, knocking both of them away with a few Night Slashes. With them out of his way, he charged toward the two of them, murder in his eyes.

"Oh shit!" Ishmael exclaimed. "Look out, ya two!"

"Crap!" Arian said, seeing the Obstagoon heading straight for him. He had little to no time to prepare a counterattack, and in the panic over reviving Elvira, he'd forgotten about his own condition. No! I won't fall like this…! With no time to dodge, all he could do was brace for the impact.

Hinnerk had a Night Slash ready, and attacked Arian with it. It was like an earlier instance of this; despite resisting it, Arian still found it a painful hit to take. And under normal circumstances, it probably would have been powerful enough to knock him out.

However…this didn't happen, much to both his and Hinnerk's surprise. Instead, a red glow enveloped Arian, seemingly enabling him to stay on his feet.

"...What the hell?" Hinnerk angrily remarked. "You little mutt…How are you still standing?" He attacked him again, but the same result occurred; Arian still stood.

"What?" Lillian said, just as astonished at the sight. "Is that…Endure?"

"Look at 'im," Ishmael remarked. "He's held back that bastard's attack like it was nothin'…Good on 'im. Keep it up, Arian!"

Arian didn't hear the Krokorok's words of encouragement. In truth, most of his will was going toward staying conscious. He could taste blood in his throat, his heart was beating out of his chest and he was barely hanging in there. Adrenaline, along with his usage of Endure, was the only thing keeping him going.

I have to make a difference with this, he then thought to himself. I can heal up afterwards. Hinnerk's right in front of me, and distracted by anger. …I have to make this count.

He charged a Force Palm, despite his body's protests, and summoned all of his strength to slam Hinnerk as hard as he could in the stomach.

"Agh! You little shit!"

And luckily, it worked in knocking Hinnerk back and dealing a blow to him.

In fact, it was even better than that. The Obstagoon seemed to struggle in his movements, which only stoked his ire all the greater.

"…Paralysing me with fucking Force Palm?" seethed Hinnerk. "Grrragh! You're really asking for it now, you mangy brat!" He tried to lunge forward to attack him again, but the paralysis stopped him in his tracks, and he found it gripped him too much for him to go any further.

"You paralysed him! Brilliant!" Lillian praised. "That should make things easier. Good job, Arian!"

"...Thanks," a faint Arian breathed.

Elvira noticed his weary tone and beat-up look. "Here," she said, handing the bag to him. "There's one more oran berry in there. You have it, Arian. You look like you're about to keel over."

"Only one?" Arian dug into the bag and saw that indeed, only one oran berry remained. "...Shouldn't we conserve?"

"And leave you like this?" Elvira shook her head in denial. "I can't do that to my mercenary partner. Besides, it's like I said earlier; the sooner we finish this, the better. The sooner we defeat Hinnerk…the sooner our shortage of items won't be a problem." She peered in. "...I really should've gotten more. But there's no time to worry about that now. We need to focus on defeating Hinnerk. And thanks to you…we might just be on the home stretch."

"...Yeah. Let's finish this, here and now," Arian said, confidently and with determination.

"You heard them, boys," Lillian called out to them. "Be on standby, but…I think they'll be just fine on their own."

"Yeah! You can do it, you two!" called Axel.

"Beat 'is face in!" rallied Ishmael. "Don't give 'im any chances! Remember - yer the predators, 'e's the prey!"

The encouraging words from Team Sandstream only added confidence to what was now a blazing fire of resolve. Each readied attacks - Arian with Force Palm, and Elvira with Mega Drain.

Both unleashed their attacks. Hinnerk, still hampered by paralysis, could do little to counter their attacks. Elvira's attacks were still weak, but it was Arian's Force Palms that were beginning to take their toll. And in his weakened state, that was dangerous. He tried to use Night Slash on Elvira, but a Detect from her saw her evade the attack, much to his great annoyance.

Such annoying tricksters! …Am I really going to lose to the likes of them? He looked across at them. …What are they up to now?

Elvira took another seed out of their bag, and ate it

"I forgot that we had two violent seeds," she said to Arian, as she felt the same burst of energy Arian felt earlier. "I really must keep track of the items we pick up in dungeons."

What? A violent seed? Shit…

"We should. But we'll put that aside for now. For now…let's finish him," Arian replied.

"Agreed. Let's do it. Together."

Arian charged a Force Palm. Elvira readied a Leafage.

"Go!"

They charged forward. Hinnerk saw their approach and tried to resist with an Obstruct, but once again, the paralysis from Arian's earlier Force Palm deterred him from moving.

Both attacks connected. The combination of Arian's Force Palm and a powered-up Leafage from Elvira proved to be the attack that decided it all, and the answer to Hinnerk's earlier question.

Was he going to lose to the likes of them?

"Graaaaaagh!"

…Yes, he was.

The resulting attack slugged Hinnerk enough to stagger him, and brought him to the ground. Covered in wounds and blows, the Obstagoon tried to get on his feet, but was unable to find the strength to do so.

Arian looked at the sight before him, stunned and hopeful. Did we do it? he thought. Did we...actually win?

"Did we do it? Did we...actually win?" Elvira asked, echoing her partner's thoughts. "Did we defeat the Boss of the Thorned Roses?"

"...Nrrgh...Defeated?" Hinnerk's words were disbelieving. "...No...Not by her...Not by that wench...How did I not only lose to that son of a bitch, but his spawn? ...How? I'm the leader of the Thorned Roses!"

"From the moment you set out on the course of evil, you were always destined to one day fall to the right and just," Elvira said to him.

"Shut up!" snarled the Obstagoon. "Don't the likes of you ever shut up?! You and your father are the bane of my existence! Just like him, you've brought me and my high life to ruin, you little wretch!"

"You're no victim, Hinnerk." Elvira continued in her reprimand. "You robbed the livelihoods of the people of Ozerograd. You were the worst kind of leader, and you paid the price for it."

"That's right." Arian took over. "It's about time you fell. Now Ozerograd can look to a brighter future."

"...Grrr…" Hinnerk growled. Blue and green...blue and green...it's just like them. Images of a Sceptile and Swampert duo flashed through his mind. It's exactly like then...I was defeated by them, and they lectured me about justice and crime and all that shit. But at least they were competent mercenaries. These two are mere whelps! A Treecko with her head in the clouds and a green-eyed freak of a Riolu! How could I have lost to them…?

"Bringing hope to those who don't have any, and helping those who need help the most," the Riolu continued. "That's what we stand for, Elvira and I."

Our team name...It's about time to reveal it. He thought back to just before the duel with Hinnerk. That's what she was whispering to me about. She told me the name, and when we'd defeat him was when we would reveal it. ...It's a good name. I like it very much. He turned to Elvira, and gave a slight nod to her. Say it, Elvira.

The Treecko understood what her partner meant. "That is our creed," she began. "A basic creed for any mercenary team. We will honour it fully, the two of us, as we go forward." She paused briefly, to build up to the reveal and to consider how to unveil it. Eventually, she decided to go with the straightforward approach.

"Our name...is Team Elpis," Elvira announced. "Remember it well, for that is the team that brought an end to your tyrannical reign over Ozerograd."

"That's right. Take us lightly at your peril." Arian took over, and held his left paw out to Elvira. She responded by placing her right hand on top of it, in a gesture of unity. "Never underestimate the likes of Team Elpis again."

"..." Hinnerk had no words for them. Only a snarl escaped his lips, still infuriated by his loss to the two of them.

Both members of the newly-named Team Elpis took a breath after their proclamation. Not long after this, they heard a clapping noise come from behind them. Looking back, they saw all three members of Team Sandstream give them a round of applause.

"Good show, mates!" praised Ishmael. "Pretty good dressin' down ya gave 'im. I love it when someone does that."

"You guys did amazing!" praised Axel. "Taking down the Thorned Roses' boss...That's no small feat, and yet you guys pulled it off!"

"Well...not us alone," Arian pointed out. "We never would have won if you never stepped in, or if Lillian never helped us."

"True. But you were the one who laid down the gauntlet, Elvira," Lillian returned. "I confess...back then, when those Thorned Roses cornered us, I didn't see any chance of a victory. But if you hadn't come up with that clever wording of calling Hinnerk weak, then our plans would've never gotten off the ground. So, really, most of the credit should go to you two."

"...I guess…" relented Elvira. "Still, we couldn't have done it without you."

"Maybe it's the time to start building up a friendship with you two, eh?" Lillian proposed, before another thought struck her. "Team Elpis...Interesting name. What's the inspiration?"

"Well...it's from an old Miletan myth I read about once. Elpis is a symbol of hope in it," explained Elvira. "When we were thinking of names, you suggested that we stick to a team of hope, Arian. Then the name 'Elpis' came to mind just as we confronted Hinnerk, and I rather liked it."

"It's a good name," Arian complimented. "Plus, it's also great symbolism. A symbol of hope in a land that doesn't have much of it. I mean, this whole thing in Ozerograd is just one part of all the misery in Selenia, isn't it?"

"Yer right there," Ishmael answered, a slight huff to his reply. "Sucks to say it, but this 'ole shebang wiv' 'im's just a piece of this 'ole mess that Selenia's in. We can't be cocky 'bout this win, us lot. We 'ave to make it mean somefin'."

"Still, a win's a win," Axel replied. "...But, um. First, before we get to celebrating." He pointed a pincer at Hinnerk. "What'll we do with him?"

"I say we tie him up with rope and lock him up," Lillian said. "There are cells in town to do that with."

"Good idea," Ishmael said. "There's bound to be some rope 'round here we can use. There's some over there, look." He went over to an anchoring post, where some rope lay. Thankfully, no boat was attached to it, removing any potential future inconveniences.

At this point, Arian noticed another issue. "What about them?" he said, pointing to the group of Thorned Roses, still frozen from the Petrify Orb.

"Oh. Them," Ishmael realised. "...Deal wiv 'em later. Gotta deal wiv this scumbag first. We can deal wiv 'is lackeys after." He brandished the rope as he walked towards Hinnerk. "Now come along, ya brute. We don't want any trouble!"

"Piss off!" the Obstagoon spat. "You're not locking me up! I won't accept this!" He tried to make a move to get back up, but Lillian quickly moved to pin him down, as did Arian.

"Oh no, you don't," the former denied. "You lost, plain and simple. Now stop being such a sore loser and submit! ...Help me with him, Arian," she requested, trying to put his arms behind his back so Ishmael could be in the position to tie him up. Hinnerk struggled, swore and hurled insults at the five, but it was no good. He didn't have the power to push them away.

Eventually, the knot was firmly tied, and doubly so as a precaution (Elvira pointed out that someone as crafty as Hinnerk might know how to break free from such a knot, and Ishmael saw her point).

"Right," the Krokorok declared, once the knot had been tied. "Now then - " But before he could continue, he was rudely interrupted.

"Hold it right there."

The quintet froze. They knew that voice all too well. And for Arian and Elvira, a chill crept down each of their spines.

Not him...Why now?

"How sickening," Mikhail's voice drawled. "You make your moves with such confidence, and speak of such lofty dreams. It's loathsome."

All looked over to see the Seviper by the edge of the pier. But to their horror, he was not the only one present. Along with him...were the captured Flora and Tamara, still bound and eyes wide with fear. His coils were wrapped around them.

"Flora! Tamara!" Elvira cried out.

"You asshole!" Axel raged. "Where have you been hiding?!"

"Let go of her!" demanded Arian. "Let go of them right now!"

"...In a way, though," Mikhail continued, ignoring the cries of protest from the group. "It's quite fun to hear someone speak so loftily of their dreams. ...Because it makes it all the more satisfying to bring those dreams crashing down to reality. Especially when it's the hero's actions that cause it."

"What do you mean?" Lillian demanded.

"Your smoke bombs allowed me to take cover and find a hiding place," the Seviper elaborated, a devious grin on his face. "That was your doing. And because of that…the lives of these will be snuffed like a candlelight."

His coils tightened around Flora and Tamara. In reaction to this, Hinnerk let out an evil laugh.

"Yes…" he grinned, despite his pinned down state. "Kill them, Mikhail! Make them suffer! Destroy the wills of these upstarts!"

"As you wish," obliged Mikhail.

"Don't you dare!" shouted Lillian. "Don't you even consider it!" She began to run for him. But in doing so, she left her place where she had Hinnerk pinned. The Obstagoon, seeing a chance, tried to take advantage of this. However, Axel saw this, and moved in accordingly.

"No, you don't! Stay down!" he ordered, taking Lillian's place.

The Sandslash's move was also a mistake in another way. Mikhail moved his blade-like tail to Tamara's throat in response to her run.

"One more step," he threatened. "And I'll send her straight to hell."

Lillian stopped in her tracks.

"Good. Like an obedient lackey. Like you should have been all along, you turncoat."

"Damn you, Mikhail!" blasted the Sandslash. "Taking hostage of an innocent soul like this one...How can you be so remorseless?"

"You wouldn't know. And you never will," the Seviper replied. "I am who I am. But for mercenaries like you, I am the ideal prey. However, I am well familiar with games of predator and prey, and the Thorned Roses will not become prey for the likes of you!"

He held his tail closer to Tamara's neck, which made the Electric-type's fear spike. She tried to beg him to stop, but her voice was muffled by the gag.

"How about I prove that, here and now?"

Mikhail's words were understood by his foes, who all reacted in a similar way.

"Wait! Don't!" Axel called out, suddenly panicked.

"Mik!" a furious Ishmael raged. "I'll rip ya to shreds!"

"Let go of her!" Lillian demanded, ready to break into a run once more, even though the chances of getting to Tamara before Mikhail did away with her were extremely slim, at best.

"No! This can't be happening!" Elvira yelled. "Flora! Tamara!"

"No...It can't be…" Arian mumbled. "Not when we were so close…"

He could feel his vision begin to blur, and his hearing become fuzzy and unresponsive to the outside world. One thought permeated his mind.

I failed you, Tamara.

Then, something unusual happened. Along with this thought, another voice seemed to ring in his head.

"I-I've failed everyone...Everyone's dead because I was too weak. All I could do was watch them die…Why?! Why couldn't I do anything?!"

It sounded somewhat distant. But the voice also sounded anguished and tearful, as if a great loss had affected them.

What was that? Arian wondered. What did I just hear? What was that voice? His head was full of questions regarding this sudden occurrence to him. It also struck fear into him, hearing this voice speak their words with such angst and sorrow.

However, he had little time to dwell on such thoughts, when he was snapped back to the outside world by what was going on.

Mikhail was ready and poised to kill Flora and Tamara. It seemed inevitable he would succeed in this, and they would breathe her last.

"Time to die."

He tightened his coils and raised his tail, ready to end their lives…

"I wouldn't try it, Seviper!"

Suddenly, a new voice pierced through the air. And before Mikhail could react, he suddenly became on the receiving end of a Mud Bomb.

"Agh! What in blazes?!" the snake seethed, covered in mud. On top of that, the surprise attack caused him to loosen his hold on the girls. "Who dares to attack me?!"

"Mud Bomb? And that voice..." Elvira's eyes widened in realisation. "Could it be...?"

The Treecko's hopes were confirmed in the next few moments. From the water behind the pier, a blue shape suddenly leapt out of the water and tackled Mikhail, managing to completely wrestle his control of Flora and Tamara free.

"Dear oh dear," the new arrival said, its voice a distinct masculine one. "I can't have you ruin everything at the last minute. Not after they all pulled off a splendid victory against Hinnerk. And killing not one, but two of Elvira's childhood friends? How despicable."

He had Mikhail pinned, and the snake squirmed angrily, trying to escape his grip. At one point, though, the Seviper was able to turn his head around and look at who was restraining him. Upon seeing him, though, he froze.

This was someone who Hinnerk had warned him about on a number of occasions through the Thorned Roses' reign. Someone who the Obstagoon had frequently ranted about and would be all too glad to dispose of himself.

Mikhail found himself looking into the eyes of a glaring Swampert.

"The likes of you can't be reasoned with. And the same can be said of your boss." He looked over at the group pinning Hinnerk down, with his gaze lingering on Elvira for a second longer than anyone else. But he then turned to Hinnerk, whose fury only intensified as they locked eyes.

"You!" the Thorned Roses' leader snarled. "Mud Bomber Melchior of Team Marshwood! How dare you show your face here!"

"Melchior of Team...?" Arian cocked his head, before remembering. "Oh, of course! Your dad's partner!" he exclaimed, turning to Elvira.

"Yup. That's our Chief, alright," Ishmael declared proudly. "Melchior outta Team Marshwood. Ya really can't do much better than 'im."

"Melchior…" Elvira was awestruck, and relieved. "So you were the Chief all along…"

"But hang on a minute," Arian then spoke up, slightly confused. "I thought - " However, before he could voice his thoughts, Hinnerk's voice cut through his own.

"Melchior!" he raged. "You son of a bitch! Once again, thanks to your meddling, my good life lies in ruin once again!"

"Meddling?" Melchior shook his head. "I did nothing of the sort." As he spoke, he kept one hand on the squirming Mikhail, and the other worked to untie the binds and gags on Flora and Tamara. "I didn't plan to have you taken down so easily. And I especially didn't plan on entrusting that task to Elvira and Arian over there." He nodded to the Riolu in acknowledgment, and the latter felt a slight sense of pride run through him.

Is this what it's like to be recognised as worthy by a hero? ...Thanks, Melchior. I appreciate it.

"But with aid from Team Sandstream, they managed to win the day against you. Even I can't say I saw that coming. The only time I had to jump in was just there, when Elvira's friends were in great peril." Melchior's hand had undone Flora and Tamara's gags and now undid the ropes binding them. Then, in an expert flourish, he used those same ropes to tie Mikhail's midsection to a nearby anchoring point. The Seviper hissed and growled and squirmed, but it did him no good. With that nuisance dealt with, Melchior strode forward towards the group with Flora and Tamara close behind him.

"I masterminded nothing, Hinnerk. All I did was get Lillian to guide Elvira and Arian through Ozerograd to meet me. They defeated you on their own, without my help. Serendipity, eh?" He gave a quick approving nod to Elvira, before turning back to Hinnerk. "Your downfall had nothing to do with me."

"What a load of shit!" the Obstagoon spat. "You gave these traitors an elaborate plan! You set them up to foil my trap!"

"No, he didn't," Axel denied. "That whole thing about freezing those guys in place with the petrify orb was all our plan. The Chief had nothing to do with it."

"Yup, that's the truth," Ishmael seconded. "Hmm…'s like if ya give yer lackeys room to plan, it'll be better than leavin' yer thinkin' to the bigwigs." He gestured to Mikhail and Hinnerk's tied-up states. "Look where that's got ya now, ya tyrant. Not so tip-top now, are ya?"

"Grrr…" Hinnerk seethed. "Shut up, shut up, shut up! You're just like that smug prick you call a father!" he yelled at Elvira. "The way you follow in his footsteps, the way you talk, the way you as a mercenary look at yourself like you're the centre of the world...It's every bit like that man! That man that ruined the good life I had back then!"

"Sounds like butthurt feelings to me," mocked Arian.

"And you!" Hinnerk directed his next words at the Riolu. "You little nobody...You green-eyed freak of a Riolu! Who are you to waltz into my town with her of all people as a partner? You're trying to create a second Team Marshwood, are you? You're just another upstart hopeful who thinks the world revolves around you! An attitude that seems to come a dime a dozen with you mercenary types!"

"You really don't look in the mirror often, do you?" the human replied, trying to emulate the dryness of Flora's tongue in his own. His hypocrisy is something else…

"And then there's you, Melchior," Hinnerk snarled. "You and Kallias fostered this mercenary-loving attitude in this bitch right here! You talk shit about not being involved - some liar you are! You're one to talk, anyway! Just like how I bet you did something shady with Kallias!"

"What?" The mention of her father drew Elvira's attention.

"I beg your pardon?" Melchior seemed to become rigid at these words.

"Strewth, shaddap, will ya?" Ishmael fired back. "Gettin' tired of 'im, Chief. If I gotta listen to 'is shit all the way back to town, I might just close his trap myself. Wiv' me bare claws," he added, giving the Obstagoon a threatening glare.

"Not now, Ishmael," Melchior insisted. "What are you saying about my partner, Hinnerk?"

"It's interesting that Kallias isn't here," noted the Obstagoon. "What do you have to say to that, Melchior? Everyone's clamouring for the truth, and who better to hear it from than his partner himself? So go on, tell us! The fuck happened to Kallias?"

"That's…" Melchior seemed to falter at this question. Hinnerk grinned at this, while doubt began to fester in Elvira's heart.

"Melchior?" she asked. "Do you know what happened to Dad?"

"Of course he does," Hinnerk butted in. "But he'll never tell you. After all, he was always jealous of Kallias. Weren't you?"

"You think I was jealous?" Melchior couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Yes! I bet you offed him during the five years you've been gone!" insinuated the raccoon. "And now you can come forward as a standalone hero and hog all the glory for yourself!"

"Be quiet," Melchior demanded.

"It'd be the best way to rope in that rat's spawn, too," Hinnerk went on. "Explain it away as an accident or some shit, and she'll eat it up because you're a good, honest man who can never lie. That's what the whole fucking world sees you as!"

"Shut up." Melchior's demand was more emphatic this time.

"Or better yet, how about overthrowing Mitt and putting yourself on that throne?" Hinnerk's theories went on. "That would be the place everyone would want you to be at. You already have supporters! They'd worship you like a god! And it starts here in Ozerograd, by kicking me and the Thorned Roses out of here! So this is where it all begins, you power-hungry - "

"That's enough!"

Melchior's outburst silenced Hinnerk, and came as a shock to everyone else. Judging by the looks on everyone's faces, Arian could tell this was out of character for the mudfish.

"Stand aside, would you all?" Melchior's tone was quiet, and furious. Elvira, Arian, Axel and Ishmael all did so. "Thank you."

"Hah. Look at you," scoffed Hinnerk. "Servants who obey your every order...You and I - "

"We're nothing alike," Melchior cut off. Fury laced his every word. "Don't you compare yourself to me. A battle of morals, a battle between each other, and now a battle of followers - you've lost all three with me. There is no equal when it comes to us. None whatsoever!"

And with that, the Swampert let loose a blow to Hinnerk's neck. The Obstagoon was seething with ire one moment; the next, he was silent in unconsciousness.

"Finally, 'e shuts 'is trap," Ishmael remarked, relieved. "I was finkin' 'e was never gonna shut up. Good on ya, Chief."

"It's all I can do. He's not the kind of person that will come quietly." Melchior shook his head, "He always was rotten. Even back when he worked for the Guild."

"Wait! Hold on a minute!" Arian interrupted. "He worked for the Guild?" He looked incredulously at the unconscious Obstagoon. "Him?"

"Yes, surprisingly enough," Melchior replied. "But he wasn't a compassionate worker. He was only in the job for the money, and didn't care for his clients as a mercenary should. He was troublesome to work with and always resented the success of others. Obviously, because of his attitude, he never reached far up in the ranks, and far preferred to remain jealous rather than clean up his own act."

"So not a good person at all, then," Arian summarised. "But what's all this about a smuggling ring and a plot?"

That drew a sigh from Melchior. "Seven years ago, we discovered that Hinnerk was dealing in smuggling, and was earning considerable money for it. The people he was dealing with also had a shady plot, which if successful would've destabilised Selenia as we knew it. Kallias and I eventually confronted him, overpowered him, and sent him to be put on trial, where he was then put behind bars."

"But why is he not behind bars now?" Arian wondered. "Did he escape?"

"Seemingly," the Swampert replied. "When Tsar Kliment was killed by Mitrofan, there was a great upheaval in the capital, and chaos enveloped the city. Hinnerk, locked up in Iria's dungeons, must have used that chaos to his advantage and took the opportunity to leg it. Apparently, a number of other convicts escaped with him. No doubt a lot of them helped him form the Thorned Roses in the end. People like him." He looked over at Mikhail. "Despicable people. Some outlaws are capable of being reformed, but...he and Hinnerk are beyond reason."

"Speaking about that, Chief," Axel brought up. "What are we gonna do about them?"

"I told you already, Axel. There are jail cells in town," Lillian reminded. "We can keep them there."

"Good thing you studied the town well before we came to this point," praised Melchior. "You're able spies, all of you. You were certainly the right ones to entrust the infiltration to."

"Aw, thanks, Chief," Ishmael replied. "Anythin' to help ya. ...Oh, but, er, somethin' else." He pointed to Arian and Elvira. "Haven't ya a pair to meet?"

"Yes. Yes, I do." Melchior turned his attention to Elvira. "Sorry about all that, Elvira. I didn't mean to keep you waiting."

"It's alright, Melchior," Elvira dismissed. "We had to go through all this first. There were more important things to deal with." There was a brief pause. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

"It has, indeed," the Swampert acknowledged. "Five whole years. I would've come by, but I had to go into hiding, to avoid detection from Mitrofan. And for my own sake..."

"...As long as you're safe. Mom and I were quite worried about you. After Dad had mysteriously disappeared, we thought you might have met the same fate. Thank the Creator you're alright."

"How is Zenobia?" Melchior asked.

"She's fine. But she broke her leg a few weeks ago. So I've been looking after her recently," Elvira replied.

"Oh dear, I hope she gets better soon," Melchior wished.

"Yeah. Thankfully, my friends Flora and Tamara offered to help look after her while Arian and I went out doing mercenary work," the Treecko informed. Then, the mention of her friends made her remember them. "Flora! Tamara! Are you both okay?"

"...A few cuts and bruises," the former admitted.

"But we're fine," Tamara replied. "We nearly weren't fine, but you beat down Hinnerk, and then you saved us," she said, directing the last statement at Melchior. "Thanks so much. I really did think I was gonna die…"

"Or be carted off," Flora mentioned. "Sacrificed, like what Mikhail was saying."

"Sacrificed?" Melchior queried.

"Oh yeah. Somefin' Mik was goin' on 'bout," Ishmael answered. "'Swot 'e called the folks that went poof. Sacrifices."

"It sounds sinister," Axel replied. "What do you think he means by 'sacrifices'?"

"Nothing good, that's for sure," Melchior responded. "We'll get to the bottom of this once we clear out the Thorned Roses. To think, this happened where Elvira grew up…" He shook his head in what seemed like self-admonishment.

"Hey…Chief?" Axel queried. "How do you and Elvira know each other?"

"Ah yes. Elvira and I go back," Melchior said. "Besides being a famous mercenary, my partner Fernblade Kallias was also a loving husband, and a father to an only child. She stands before you right now." He gestured to the Treecko. "Elvira is none other than Kallias's daughter."

"What?!" Ishmael and Axel cried in unison.

"...I thought that might have been the case," Lillian murmured, a stunned expression on her face. "But I thought that couldn't be right, that this random Treecko - no offence, Elvira - could really be related to the Fernblade Kallias. Funny, how the far-out guess was the correct one…"

"I've another question," Axel piped up once again. "What about Arian?"

"Arian? I haven't met him before today," Melchior replied, taking a closer look at the Riolu. "...Hm. Green eyes…how unusual. I'd like to hear the story of how you and Elvira met. But that's for another time. For now…we have quite a bit to get done here before we can rest easy." His gaze was directed at the petrified Thorned Roses. "Stand back, everyone. We must deal with them first."

Melchior then unleashed a wave of Muddy Water towards the six petrified Thorned Roses, in order to snap them out of their frozen state. Realising what this implied, Arian and Elvira both braced themselves for a fight.

"Argh! Muddy Water? Who the hell would - " one of the Thorned Roses said, before breaking off once they saw who was in front of them.

"A Swampert?" the Electabuzz from before observed, before his eyes went wide with horror. "N-No…it can't be!"

"Your boss has been defeated," Melchior announced to them. "Hinnerk has fallen to us. And with his defeat goes your last vestiges of control in this town."

"The Boss was defeated?" the Umbreon from before said, aghast, before his eyes laid upon the Obstagoon's unconscious form, surrounded by Teams Elpis and Sandstream. "No…No way…"

"No! This can't be happening!" the Golbat cried. "The Boss is the strongest of us all…How could he have lost? …You'll pay for this, you asshole!"

"You idiot!" chastised the Umbreon. "Do you realise who you're talking to? Even the Boss can't stand up to someone like him!"

"Him?" The Golbat did a double take, before gasping in alarm. "A Swampert…Is it really…?"

"M-M-M-M-Mud Bomber Melchior!" another Thorned Rose, a Zangoose, yelled in terror.

"There's no way…There's no way we can beat someone like him!" the Electabuzz protested. "Team Marshwood…They're practically invincible! Even one of them's way too strong for us!"

"That's quite right," Melchior replied. "So if you all know what's good for you, you'll dismantle the Thorned Roses and free the people of Ozerograd from your tyranny."

"You will not demand such things of us!" hissed Mikhail from where he was tied up. "The Thorned Roses will not fall because of you, Mud Bomber Melchior!"

"...Yeah!" seconded the Primeape from before,. "You're not stopping us from this, even if you are some hero! Come on, guys!" he beckoned to his comrades. "Let's kill him for what he did to the Boss!"

"Strength in numbers," said the Electabuzz. "If all six of us rush him together…then we might have a chance."

"Let's do it! Let's kick his ass!" shouted the Fraxure.

"You all want to challenge me?" Melchior said. "Very well. Bring it on!" He punched his fists together. "It's been a while since I've had a good challenge. Will you have what it takes?"

"Six on one?" Arian observed with slight worry, analysing the situation. "Can he do it?"

"Can 'e do it?" Ishmael said, with a light scoff. "'E's the Chief, mate! We wouldn't respect 'im if 'e was a wuss."

"You don't have anything to worry about, Arian," reassured Elvira. The Riolu was surprised to see not a hint of worry in her expression. "My dad and Melchior wouldn't have gotten to Grandmaster Rank if they didn't have anything to show for it. Even alone, Melchior's more than capable of handling these goons. Just watch."

"If you say so…" Arian replied, still slightly nervous.

The Primeape was the first one to launch himself at Melchior. His arms were crossed, and energy lit up his hands, indicating he was going to use Cross Chop. The Swampert watched carefully, not moving a muscle.

Much to Arian's surprise, Melchior never dodged out of the way. The Primeape's hit landed, and the Swampert took it. There was no massive knockback, though; he stood his ground firmly.

"A good hit," he commended. "But all you did was fuel my attack."

His right fist then curled around and slugged the Primeape across his form. The monkey had no time to react before Melchior's move sent him flying. He landed face-first in the cobblestones, and was subsequently knocked unconscious.

"Whoa! What was that?" Arian asked, amazed by the sight before him.

"Counter," Elvira informed him. "It returns the damage dealt to whoever uses it right back at their attacker. Melchior's a great user of it. It's been very useful for him and Dad in the past."

"I see…" the human murmured. So Melchior has moves like that at his disposal. …Maybe Elvira's right. We really don't have anything to worry about, if he's that strong.

"Th-That's…" The Electabuzz faltered briefly, but steeled himself. "You might be strong against one of us. But you can't take on five of us at once! Everyone! Let's beat his skull in and let him know just who he's dealing with!"

The group of five Thorned Roses, consisting of an Electabuzz, an Umbreon, a Fraxure, a Golbat and a Zangoose, charged at the Swampert, each with their own moves charged and ready. Again, Melchior seemed to do nothing, right up until the moment that they were about to strike.

Then, suddenly, he threw a Mud Bomb in front of his foes. Due to their close proximity, the mud succeeded in blinding them all for a moment.

"Agh!" cried out the Electabuzz, wiping mud from his eyes. "Wait a minute…What? Where's he gone to?"

In an instant, Melchior had disappeared. However, it was obvious how he had vanished, as a tunnel was visible where he once stood.

"He used Dig!" the Golbat yelled. "That coward! He's hiding from us!"

"He's under us!" the Zangoose cried out fearfully. "Careful, everyone! He could strike at any moment!"

'Any moment' turned out to not be long at all. Before any of them could react, Melchior suddenly emerged from the ground and struck the Electabuzz with an outstretched fist. The Electric-type cried in pain, before falling onto the ground, unconscious.

"Give it up," Melchior said to the Thorned Roses. "You have no chance."

"That's what you think!" the Golbat returned. "Take this!" He flew towards Melchior, with a Poison Fang ready to sink into him. Meanwhile, at the same time, the other three charged at the Swampert for another go.

Once again, Melchior waited for a good chance to attack. He waited until the Golbat swooped low enough and the three came close enough, before unleashing a wave of Muddy Water upon the four Thorned Roses. It succeeded in covering all four of them in wet, grimy mud.

"Urgh!" groaned the Fraxure feeling the mud cling to his scales. "I hate all this mud…"

"What? I'm not called Mud Bomber Melchior for nothing," the Swampert replied. "Mud is my speciality. Have some more!" He then threw another Mud Bomb, this time aiming it at the Umbreon. "And there's plenty more where that came from!"

More Mud Bombs were thrown, and very quickly, Arian could see the reason for his namesake - the sheer amount of times he used the move. But his throwing arm was superb, and just about every throw hit his opponents square on. Not to mention, he was skilfully resisting every attack that was thrown his way, and parrying seemed like second-nature to him.

With that kind of skill…it's easy to see why he's called a hero.

The Mud Bombs whittled away at the foes on the ground. Meanwhile, Melchior's Muddy Water made quick work of the Golbat, and soon he was downed, as well. The Swampert pressed home his advantage, and before long, made quick work of the Fraxure. And despite the Umbreon's natural hardiness, he couldn't resist Melchior's attacks forever, and before long, he was sent into unconsciousness as well.

There was only one Thorned Rose left: the Zangoose. His fur was caked in wet mud, and fear was written all over his face as he looked at his fallen comrades. His gaze was then drawn to Melchior's, and he squeaked at the hardened look the mudfish gave him.

"I-I surrender!" he yelled in panic. "Please don't hurt me! Please! I won't fight back! I promise!"

"...Do you swear?" Melchior asked him.

"I swear!" The Zangoose lowered his head in defeated submission. "I won't fight back! I won't! Please believe me…"

Melchior went silent, as he considered the mongoose's words.

"...Very well. I accept your surrender," he said. "But do something first."

"What is it?" the Zangoose meekly asked.

"Return to the new town and tell your comrades of what happened here," Melchior requested. "Tell them to disperse and flee the town. If they don't, then they will face the full wrath of Mud Bomber Melchior. You saw how effortlessly I swept aside these five. And I still have plenty of energy to expend in defeating your comrades, one by one if I must. Do you understand, Zangoose?"

"I-I do," the Cat Ferret Pokémon replied, quivering like a leaf.

"Then go. If the Thorned Roses aren't out of town by the time I get up there, then there will be hell to pay. Got it?"

"Y-Y-Yes!" the Zangoose cried, and within seconds, had turned around and ran for it, through the old town and back up to the new one.

When he had disappeared from sight, Melchior let out a sigh.

"I must admit that I never was one for the limelight," he said. "But it does have its perks. Being known across Ardalion as a bane of criminals would make a number of them shiver in their boots. …I do hope this works."

"Course it will!" Ishmael replied. "Ya don't give yerself enough credit, Chief. The sight of ya'd make any ol' crim run for the 'ills. Like that Zang there."

"Hmm…" Lillian, however, didn't seem to be as upbeat as Ishmael.

"Something up, Lillian?" Axel asked.

"Oh, it's just…I know that Zangoose," the Sandslash answered. "His name's Yuri, and I've been paired with him a few times. He's actually tolerable, compared to some of the people in the Thorned Roses. …Guess I just felt a bit sorry for the guy, being on the receiving end of your speech, Chief."

"Yeah…I never realised you could be so fearsome, Melchior," Elvira said. "You were always so polite around me and Mom when you and Dad would visit. I had no idea you could make someone quiver in fear like that Zangoose."

"It can't be helped," the Swampert replied. "Sometimes, to put down a gang like the Thorned Roses, you must use their own tactics against them. But given the intimidation the Thorned Roses gave to the townsfolk of Ozerograd, sometimes it's satisfying to give them a taste of their own medicine. …Kallias would've loved it."

"That reminds me," Elvira spoke up. "Melchior…you and Dad went into hiding together five years ago. But why is it only you here?" She looked around, trying to find signs of her Sceptile father. "Where is he? Where's my dad?"

Melchior seemed to grow tense at those words. It was at this moment that Arian noticed a change in his emotions.

Is that fear I sense in him? And…shame?

"Well…I…" The Swampert seemed to stall in answering the question. This did not go unnoticed by Elvira, whose own expression turned into one of worry.

"...Melchior? Did something happen to him?"

"..." Still no answer. It was perhaps lucky for him that the group's attention was soon diverted by the voices of the townsfolk.

"It's him! It's really him!"

"Mud Bomber Melchior's alive! Can you believe it?"

"Team Marshwood has returned to us!"

"O Creator, bless our souls, there's hope! There's hope at last for all of us!"

A small crowd of townsfolk were making their way to the pier's entrance. Seeing them, Melchior turned to Elvira.

"There is much to talk about," he said to her. "But now's not the time." He turned back to the crowd, who had all of their eyes on Melchior, with amazement and admiration dotting the gaze of all that were there.

"I thought I was hallucinating when I saw a Swampert enter town earlier," a middle-aged Kricketune near the front of the crowd remarked. "To think it's actually Mud Bomber Melchior in the flesh..."

"Where have you been all this time?" wondered a Quagsire.

"I'm sure you all have many questions," Melchior said to the gathered audience. "I will answer them in due time. But for now, the pressing task remains ousting the Thorned Roses from this town. We must act now, and leave those questions for later."

"Yeah, sure. We'll even help you shoo 'em out of town!" volunteered a Crawdaunt. "Even if there's some bad blood with the new town folk, the Thorned Roses are both our problems. They're a nasty bunch, kickin' us out of our own houses and bein' a great nuisance. We'd be happy to help you, Mud Bomber Melchior. …Oh, and you folks too," he added, acknowledging Teams Elpis and Sandstream. "Thanks to you, that blackheart Hinnerk was defeated. An impressive feat for youngsters like yourselves."

"Doin' wot mercs do, mate," Ishmael replied. "Folks like these two tossers 'ere - " He pointed to Hinnerk and Mikhail. " - They've 'ad long enough in the sun. Let's 'ave someone new, who ain't gonna fuck anyfin' up."

"Indeed, Ishmael. You need not wait much longer for freedom," Melchior assured the townspeople. "They'll be out of here by sundown. And if you're all willing to help, we might finish it sooner than that." He then turned to his fellow mercenaries. "You five. Take Hinnerk and bring him up to the jail cells in town."

"Got it," Axel obliged.

"Good. I'll take Mikhail." Melchior marched over to where the snake was tied up.

"You…" hissed the snake. "Mud Bomber Melchior, mark my words! This isn't over! Not for one minute! You and your band of mercenaries, and especially you, Arian and Elvira…I won't stop until I see you both dead in the dirt! You'll live to regret this! The Thorned Roses will not be forgotten! You'll - "

"Oh, put a sock in it, ya piece of shit!" Ishmael interrupted. "Axel! Give me the bag."

"Okay," agreed the Gligar. "Why do you want it?"

"This," the Krokorok declared, pulling out a seed. "This oughta shut ya up, ya scalebag." He walked towards the Seviper.

"You won't!" Mikhail yelled, struggling against his binds. "You bastard! How dare you do this to me?! You - "

Ishmael threw the seed into his mouth. By accident, the Seviper bit into it, and within a few seconds, he had succumbed to unconsciousness.

"There," the sand crocodile said in relief. "Now shush, like yer boss."

"What was that? What did you use?" Arian asked, confused as to what exactly happened.

"Sleep seed," Ishmael answered. "Eat one, and ya'll be out like a light. Good for shutting the lot like 'im up. …Ya never seen one 'fore?"

"Um…no," Arian replied truthfully. After saying this, he feared that this would prompt questions about his amnesia, and braced himself. But luckily, Elvira stepped in before Ishmael could respond.

"There are more pressing matters to attend to," she told them. "Let's attend to those before we bombard each other with questions."

"I get ya," Ishmael replied in understanding. "Questions later, just like wiv the Chief."

"Let's get going. Hopefully the Thorned Roses have got the message by now," Melchior announced. "And if they don't…then we shall bring the fight to them." He looked at his fellow mercenaries, all of whom gave nods of approval. After untying the slumbering Mikhail, Melchior led the congregation through Ozerograd Quay and up to the new town.

Near to the front were Teams Elpis and Sandstream, carrying Hinnerk between them. As they walked, one member's thoughts drifted to the earlier exchange between Elvira and Melchior, before the crowd showed up.

What could that be all about? Arian wondered. Could Melchior be hiding something? I don't want to think bad of him, but…there's definitely more to this than meets the eye.

And once again, that unanswerable question came back to him.

Just what did happen to Elvira's dad?

Notes

And here's the first prominent boss fight. I hope I wrote it well, for I must admit something. I'm not the most confident in the world when it comes to fight scenes. I'm more one for scenes of dialogue. What I found myself doing in this chapter was writing the dialogue heavy parts before writing the fight scenes. I did the same in Chapter 3, as well.

A number of moves are based on how they appear in the main series, and not necessarily how they are in the Mystery Dungeon games. Revenge, for instance. But other times, it's vice versa, like with Endure. This might be one of those instances where I take liberties, going with what I prefer to envision a move as.

I based Hinnerk's fighting style on the Pokédex entries of the Galarian Zigzagoon family's Pokédex entries, where they convey a taunting, goading way of fighting. So I meshed that in.

Also, listening to Magnus's Theme from Kid Icarus: Uprising helped me write the part of Melchior's reveal. A great theme of motivation, that.

Thanks for reading, and see you on the other side.

Update (16/12/22): This is part of my early chapter updates. I changed up Hinnerk's accusations towards Melchior. They still have a feeling of conjecture about them (that was and is the point), but I feel this was executed better this time. Other additions include Flora as a hostage alongside Tamara and the 'Thorned Roses making people disappear' plotline. Along with that, other removals and rewordings of dialogue.

Arukona · Oct 15, 2022

Chapter 10
Departure

Boy…what a day yesterday was.

This was Arian's prevailing thought as he sat with Zenobia at the kitchen table in Elvira's house. The Treecko herself was preparing a healthy breakfast of porridge with a serving of berries.

It was the morning after Hinnerk had been toppled by them and Team Sandstream, and Arian sat at the kitchen table, in slight disbelief that the events yesterday transpired as they did. He would've thought it a dream, were it not for the aches and pains that told him otherwise.

And the day hadn't ended with Hinnerk's fall. There was still much to be done regarding the rest of the Thorned Roses, and that was to be sorted out once Melchior, Team Sandstream, Team Elpis, and the group of volunteers from Ozerograd Quay marched up to the main town.

Luckily for them, the news of Hinnerk and Mikhail's defeat led to great fear and morale loss within the Thorned Roses, after the Zangoose had informed everyone of what had happened down at the old town. By the time the convoy reached the new town, most of the gang had either fled or surrendered immediately, especially upon seeing Melchior. There were a few stragglers, but they soon came to heel after being defeated by the Swampert and Team Sandstream. Team Elpis got in a few opponents to defeat as well. Once these dissidents had been rounded up, they were thrown in the jail cells along with Hinnerk and Mikhail.

The townsfolk were incredibly grateful for all of what the motley brigade did to remove the Thorned Roses from Ozerograd, and swarmed them with gifts and compliments. It took some time for the praise to relent, by which time the sun had begun to set. Elvira requested permission from Melchior for her and Arian to return home, which the Swampert gladly allowed.

"I'm not your superior yet," he had joked. "You don't have to ask permission for everything, with the position you're in now."

When they returned home, Zenobia greeted them warmly. Weary but triumphant, Arian and Elvira told her everything over a dinner cooked by the Treecko. By the end of it all, Zenobia was just as elated as the rest of the townsfolk that the Thorned Roses were gone, and was overflowing with praise for Team Elpis (a name she approved of, when Elvira told her they had solved that morning's debate). The duo went straight to bed after dinner, content with their accomplishments that day.

Now it was the next morning, and the three were conversing over what had gone down yesterday.

"It's hard to believe…" commented Zenobia. "To think, the Thorned Roses are gone, and Melchior is back…"

"I know. It feels like a dream," Arian replied. "But that happened, alright." He paused as he dug into some porridge.

"And it's great that it did," Elvira added. "I didn't expect to see Melchior again. It's been a long time. It never occurred to me that the Chief Lillian was talking about could've been him."

"Same here," the Riolu seconded. "...You know, not gonna lie…I totally thought the Chief was going to be your dad."

"Really?" Elvira was surprised to hear this. "That's what I thought too!" Her mood then dampened slightly. "I guess I raised my hopes too high, then…"

"...Oh." Arian's mood followed suit, realising the disappointment his partner probably felt.

"Cheer up, you two," Zenobia encouraged. "Even if it isn't Kallias, that doesn't mean it isn't a relief to see Melchior again. You always did think of him as an uncle of sorts."

"An uncle?" Arian queried.

"Yes…sort of," Elvira replied. "Melchior's not my uncle by blood, of course. But he's spent so long by Dad's side that he's nearly part of the family. He was always kindhearted, and always attended my hatchdays when Dad would come home to celebrate them. But whereas Dad was talkative and a cracker of jokes, Melchior was more calm and reserved. Dad said once he was glad he had him by his side, to keep him a bit more grounded."

"He's been a great friend to all of us," Zenobia continued. "He was the best 'mon when Kallias and I were married, and he's been a great source of support all these years. We would all be worse off without him."

"So a dependable ally, then," Arian said. "...That's good. We can never have too many of those."

"...Mmm…" murmured Elvira, in a somewhat doubtful tone.

"Elvira?" Zenobia frowned, puzzled over her daughter's change in mood. "...What's this, all of a sudden?"

"It's…to do with yesterday," the Treecko sighed. "When we were down at the quay, I asked Melchior if he knew where Dad was. They went away together, after all. And given how close they were…surely he knows what happened to Dad. But for some reason, he struggled to give me an answer."

"Really?" The Heliolisk's brow furrowed.

"Mmhm. I didn't bring it up last night because I didn't want to bring down the mood," Elvira explained. "I…I'm glad to see Melchior again. It's a huge relief to see he's still alive. But…" Her expression grew worried. "...I don't want to believe it, but it's almost like he's hiding something about Dad's disappearance. …Why? After being such a good friend to us…why would he hide the truth about Dad from us?"

"...Maybe he's afraid to tell it," Arian pointed out.

"Afraid to tell the truth?" Elvira said, turning to her partner. "Arian, what do you mean?"

"When you were pressing Melchior about your dad, I could feel some of his emotions," the Riolu elaborated. "The two most prevalent ones I could feel were…fear and shame."

"Fear and shame?" the Treecko repeated. "...But why? Why would Melchior feel that way?"

"Hmm…" Arian considered this. "...I'm not sure. I don't know what exactly happened that would make Melchior feel this way. But…maybe that's it. Maybe it's the truth. When it comes to the truth about revealing what really happened to your missing partner's daughter…can you blame him for feeling like that?"

"True," agreed Zenobia. "Telling a truth like that is never an easy thing. Kallias has had to inform several people of the ultimate fate of loved ones of theirs. …He told me it's the worst duty of a mercenary, to have to do that. In light of that, I can understand Melchior's reluctance."

"...But if that's true, then that's a truth he's been sitting on for five years," Elvira said. "Why didn't he tell us in that time? Why must we be kept in suspense? I've had to deal with this for five whole years…!" Her voice grew emotional. "I have to know what happened to Dad! I have a right to know! Why is Melchior keeping the truth from me?!"

"Elvira!" Arian cried out, fearing his partner would burst into tears at any moment.

The Treecko heard her partner's yell and realised she was getting worked up.

"...I'm sorry," she apologised, the light sniffling afterwards implying she had indeed been close to tears. "It's just…if anyone knows anything, it's bound to be Melchior. I just couldn't bear the thought that he could be keeping the truth from me..."

"...I don't think he means it in a bad way," Arian said. "I mean, there'd be huge red flags if Melchior was meaning to keep the truth from you. But that doesn't mean he doesn't want to tell you. I think what it might be…is that he's afraid of your potential reaction. Maybe he's afraid that you might shun him if he tells the truth."

"...You really think that?" Elvira said, cocking her head in what seemed like doubt.

"I think," Arian emphasised. "Look, you know Melchior better than I do. Maybe what I'm saying is a load of crap. And I'm not saying that he's right to keep the truth from you. Of course he should tell you. But y'know…I think we should understand things from his point of view. Also, he's also our strongest ally, and we're on a high note right now. If you are going to ask him that…maybe it should be when we're out of town? I feel now might not be the best time to bring it up. I know how you feel about your dad, but…"

"...I see what you mean," Elvira replied, though not entirely happy with this. "...I suppose I'll go with it. But I will get an answer out of him. I need to know what happened to Dad."

"...As do I," murmured Zenobia. But before she could continue that line of thought, a knock sounded on the front door.

"It seems to be every morning these days," the Heliolisk murmured. "Could one of you answer it?"

"I'll get it," Arian volunteered, and walked to the door. Opening it, he smiled warmly at the sight of a familiar face.

"Hey, Lillian!" he greeted.

"Hello, Arian," the Sandslash returned. "I presume Elvira's with you?"

"Yes, she is." The Riolu turned his head. "Elvira! Lillian's here!"

"Oh, she is?" Elvira happened to be walking up the hallway to the door. "Good morning, Lillian."

"Good morning to you too, Elvira," Lillian replied.

"So what's on the cards today?" Arian asked.

"Well…the Chief sent me to fetch you two," the Sandslash answered. "But there's a bit more to it than yesterday. …You two obviously want to join the Irian Guild, right?"

"Of course! We'd love nothing more!" Arian eagerly responded, before parking his elation. "...Why? Can we not?"

"No no, of course you can!" Lillian quickly corrected, realising the potential confusion of her question. "It's just…there's a matter the Chief's slightly concerned about regarding this."

"And that would be…?"

Lillian looked around her, as if to check that no one was listening in, before giving her answer.

"The Chief would like you to travel to our guild's secret location. But you see…it's some way away from here. If you were to go there…it would mean staying there, and being separated from your mother. That's what he's worried about; he wanted to know if you would be alright with that."

"Separated from Mom…" Elvira murmured, ruminating on this. Of course she wanted to join the Irian Guild; that was a given. But reality hit her that if she took up the offer, she probably wouldn't see her home or her mother for a while. Did she want that…?

"Go, Elvira."

"Hm?" The Treecko turned around to see Zenobia behind her. "Mom?"

"Don't worry about me. It was always your dream to be a part of the Irian Guild. The opportunity's before you. Take it, please," the Heliolisk insisted. "Flora and Tamara can look after me, if I don't look after myself. Besides…it's not as if my broken leg will last forever. The time will fly, and in a few weeks, I'll be better again. In the meantime, you follow your passion with Arian and be a mercenary."

"Okay, Mom," Elvira said, now more confident. "I will. But be safe. Even if the Thorned Roses are gone from town, that doesn't mean danger isn't around the corner."

"Don't worry. I'll be alright," assured Zenobia. "I can't do much with the way my leg is, anyway. I won't get into any dangerous scrapes that I can't handle."

"I'll miss you," the Treecko said, before embracing her mother in a hug. "I'll write to you. I don't know how often, but…the Tropius Carriers are still running. I should be able to write letters."

"Do that. We can keep in touch that way. But…if you are going to go into hiding, then we may indeed not see each other for a while. Keep yourself healthy, and don't forget the morals your father taught you."

"I won't," vowed Elvira, still clinging tight to her mother.

"Good. And Arian?" Zenobia's words drew the Riolu's attention. "...Look after Elvira, will you? Watch her as any mercenary partner would."

"I will. You have nothing to worry about, Zenobia," Arian pledged.

"...Excellent. Farewell, you two," the Heliolisk wished. "May the Creator guide your sense of justice, and watch over you."

"Goodbye, Mom," Elvira returned.

"Goodbye, Zenobia," Arian similarly responded, before adding, "Thanks for letting me stay in your home."

"It was no trouble, Arian. Now go, and be the best mercenaries you can be."

"We will!"

And with that, Team Elpis left the house, closing the door behind them.

"...Yes…please be safe, you two," Zenobia said, as she went back to the living room. She looked again of that painting of her family, and her gaze drifted to Kallias.

"...Watch over them, my husband. I know you always wanted to see Elvira go out into the world. And now it's finally happened. Our little girl has left home…"

"Your mom's really nice," Lillian complimented, as the trio walked down the road to Ozerograd. "You're really lucky, Elvira. To have one of the biggest heroes in Ardalion for a father and a really nice mother…I'm jealous!"

"Well, you're not so bad yourself, Lillian. Your parents are just as nice," Elvira returned, remembering the kindness Caitríona and Conall showed them when they met.

"True. I guess we both got lucky. …A shame not everyone can," she then added, slightly downcast.

"Mmm. I remember Dad telling me once that it's one of the ways outlaws come to be," Elvira recalled. "Bad parenting results in the fostering of a bad attitude among children that starts out as bullying on the school playground, and develops into vandalism, robbery, assault and other crimes as they become adults. It's one of many theories developed by mercenaries and lawmakers when considering problems of delinquency and crime."

"...Interesting," Lillian commented. "I think that's a good way to look at it. Some mercs say it's a good thing we have outlaws, as they essentially give us a job. But that's a load of raiméis. Mercs would still be a thing, with or without outlaws. And wouldn't it be better if we didn't have to fight outlaws? I'd feel sorry for anyone who grew up in bad circumstances. I wouldn't be surprised if most of the Thorned Roses were like that."

"...It's sad when you really think deep into it," Arian replied. "A lot of the time, it's just them being dealt a bad hand in life. I don't think criminality is something woven into them. Crime's like a drug; they'll do it once and become hooked on it. Then they do more, and more, and more…and can never get enough. Just like drugs. And then you end up with people like Hinnerk and Mikhail."

"...Huh. I never thought of it like that," the Sandslash said. "I suppose you're right. But just like with addiction…they can kick the habit, if they have the will to."

"That's right," Elvira concurred. "And we as mercs should help them become rehabilitated, if they can be redeemed. There are some like Hinnerk and Mikhail that have no hope. But not all outlaws are the same. Some have it in them to give up crime and live a normal life. …Maybe some of the Thorned Roses might realise the wrongs of what they've done and say goodbye to a life of crime," she added, though in a somewhat doubtful tone.

"Hopefully. …Boy, we got a bit off topic there, didn't we?" Lillian mused. "What were we talking about at the start?"

"Parents," the Treecko said.

"Ah, of course." Lillian's gaze then fell upon Arian. "Arian, what about you? What about your…" She faded out the question at the end in realisation. "Oh, sorry. I forgot you had amnesia…"

That news had been imparted yesterday, when Arian explained to Melchior and Team Sandstream how he and Elvira formed a mercenary team together. As a part of his conversation, he revealed his amnesia, much to the surprise of those who heard his tale. However, there were civilians in earshot, and the Riolu wasn't comfortable revealing that he was human, for fear of disbelief among them and his newfound allies.

"It's fine," Arian assured. "It's not a big deal."

"...But…aren't you curious? Wouldn't you want to know who your parents are?" Lillian queried further. "If I was in your shoes, I'd be going mad wanting to know that."

"...Well…I would like to know one day," the Riolu admitted. "But it's not my biggest priority right now. I'd sooner rather get into being a mercenary and help people out than have half my mind focused on finding out who I am all the time. Maybe I'll find out one day. But for now…we've got more important things ahead of us."

"...Good point," the Sandslash agreed. "...Maybe when you find downtime in your missions, you could use the time to start looking for clues about yourself."

"...Maybe. But where to even start? I wouldn't have the first clue where to begin looking…"

"Sorry to interrupt you, Arian," Elvira intervened. "But we're here."

The outer walls of Ozerograd came into view. Thankfully, the circumstances were more favourable this time, and all three could comfortably walk through the gates without having to put on an act of capture like last time. Instead of Thorned Roses, two regular townsfolk stood guard, in place of knights that would normally be there. Two of them, a Furfrou and a Swoobat, smiled warmly at them.

"Hey, there's our heroes of the hour!" called out the Furfrou. "Thanks for kicking those thugs out of town!"

"No problem!" Arian returned. "Just doing what's right and just."

"Good for you. You're doing the Creator's work, you mercs," praised the Swoobat. "Come on in."

"Much appreciated," Elvira replied, as they passed through the gate and into town.

Compared to yesterday, the atmosphere was far more amicable. The dark, foreboding feeling of the day before had been replaced by a much more jovial and celebratory atmosphere. And instead of the sight of people being evicted like yesterday, there were people happily waving at the trio from their homes, which they moved back into following the flight of the Thorned Roses. Unfortunately, some homes had been ransacked, and a number of valuables had been pilfered as the rogues made their getaway. It was regrettable, but at least the townsfolk still had a roof over their heads.

Eventually, the three reached the main square, where a number of townsfolk were gathered. As they got closer, Arian realised he recognised a number of them.

"There they are!" called out Flora.

"Arian! Elvira!" Tamara said.

"Hello, you two." Elvira smiled at them. "How are you doing?"

"Pretty good!" The Pachirisu beamed. "Better than yesterday, at any rate."

"You can say that again…" murmured Flora. "Those Thorned Roses left a right mess in our shop. A lot of our bouquets are ruined. So…that's annoying."

"Oh. That's…not good," Arian lamented.

"Could be worse. That's what Mom and Dad keep saying, anyway," the Petilil muttered, with a light pout. "Still…petals are such a pain to clean up…" She was about to continue, but a peppy voice cut her off.

"Look, Daddy! It's them!"

"That voice…" Arian, looking over, saw Iona coming over to them, and eagerly gesturing pointing them out to Rosa and an unfamiliar Whimsicott.

"Hello, Iona," Elvira greeted.

"Hi, Elvira and Arian!" the Flabébé cheerily said back. "Daddy, these nice people saved me when I was lost in the Meadow!"

"So you two saved my daughter…" A smile crossed the Whimsicott's face. "Thank you both, for helping her when I couldn't."

"You're…Iona's dad?" Arian asked. "But wait. Weren't you…?"

"Kidnapped by those thugs?" the Whimsicott finished. "...Yes." A dark look came into his eyes. "They accosted me a few weeks ago and threw me into the town jail because I couldn't pay the rent. I was frightened, because I'd heard what that Seviper was saying about being sacrificed…But thankfully you kicked those Thorned Roses out of town before anything could happened. You and those other kids, led by Mud Bomber Melchior…"

As if on cue, the Swamper himself showed up onto the scene. Flanking him were Ishmael and Axel.

"Oi! They've come!" Ishmael called. "Y'alright, mates, after that scrap?"

"Couldn't be better," Arian replied.

"Yes…" Elvira certainly felt a lot better. With the Thorned Roses out of town, it was like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. A genuinely good feeling had come over her - something that had been few and far between in the last five years.

"That's certainly good to hear." Team Elpis drew their attention to Melchior. "I'm glad you're doing well after yesterday."

"It feels strange," Elvira murmured. "It's been ages since I've been able to walk through the town without a single Thorned Rose glaring a hole into me."

"It's great, is what it is!" Tamara piped up. "And we couldn't have done it without you!"

"Yeah!" Iona seconded. "Three cheers for Arian and Elvira!"

Cheering and applause went up amongst the crowd. Team Elpis, taking in the acclamation, felt a bit overwhelmed by it all.

But one feeling lasted among both of them.

It was good to help these people, to free them of their suffering. Now they don't have the Thorned Roses stomping over their lives anymore.

"I still can't believe that you two managed to defeat Hinnerk," Flora added, once the cheers died down a bit. "To think, all it took was two rookie mercs like you…"

"That's not true," Elvira denied. "We could never won without the help of Team Sandstream. There's no way we could've won without their help." She nodded to the Ground-type trio in acknowledgment.

"And if Melchior wasn't there, then we wouldn't be here either," Tamara added, pointing to her and Flora. "If he wasn't hiding down at the quay, we would have been killed. …Thank goodness he was there. Thanks so, so much," she professed to the Swampert.

"Don't mention it," Melchior replied. "Your safety is all that matters to me."

"Ah…so this is the great humbleness that Team Marshwood are renowned for," commented a nearby Persian. "Kind gentlemen to all they meet - barring outlaws, of course," he added with a slight snicker.

"Yeah…Bit of a shame Fernblade Kallias isn't here," another townsperson, a Leafeon, added. "...Oh well. Even one half of Team Marshwood is more than welcome help. And besides, Kallias' daughter's here. That's something, at least."

Arian suddenly realised where this conversation could head. Knowing how Elvira felt about being mentioned in the same breath as her father, he attempted to change the subject.

"So…Melchior," he asked. "What's all this about…you know…what you want from us?" He would've stated the reason explicitly, but the horde of townsfolk reminded him of their need to keep their operations covert, and so he changed tact mid-sentence.

"Ah, yes, of course," the Swampert began. "Your efforts yesterday were exemplary. They more than showed your capability as a team, in both teamwork and fighting skill. While both are still in their youth and not fully developed, I believe that with refinement, your skill could be enhanced and your potential could be unlocked. You'd be vital allies to have by our side."

"We're glad to hear it, Melchior," Elvira replied. "But…what does this have to do with what Lillian told us earlier?"

"I'm getting to that. Team Sandstream is but one of a few teams I have managed to recruit for my cause. I want you two to join the rest of them. This success here in Ozerograd…it's a great victory. But we must not rest on our laurels."

"Yes," said Elvira in agreement. "This victory here could easily be overturned by Mitrofan bringing his own forces in to take over, and then we would be back to square one. We have to make it mean something," she added, remembering what Ishmael had said down at the quay yesterday.

"So…where are the rest of the teams you've recruited?" asked Arian.

"Well, about that," the Swampert began. "I would tell you the location here, but…"

"Confidentiality," Arian interjected in understanding.

"Yes. Confidentiality," Melchior confirmed. "My humblest of apologies to you all," he said to the nearby townsfolk. "Please understand. The fewer that know, the better."

"We get ya, Melchior," replied a Crawdaunt, the same one from the day before. "It wouldn't be good if Ol' Mitt found out. Words have a way of travelin', so to speak. But if he comes knockin' here, let me tell ya, he's got another thin' comin'!"

"...You have determination, Egon. But don't let it get to your head," the Swampert advised. "You and the other volunteers need to remain vigilant on other matters, like seeing to Hinnerk and the other Thorned Roses who are locked up."

"...I'd be tempted to starve 'em to death for all they did to us," Egon muttered. "...But we'll do it. We'll see to it those snakes don't escape. I'd bet a thousand Poké they're thinkin' up somethin' to get outta there."

"...In case they do, I'll remain here for the next few days. Most likely a week, at most," Melchior declared. "There's still some more matters to investigate in town. While I stay here, I would like Team Elpis to travel to the Guild's current headquarters. As for its exact location…you'll be escorted there by Team Sandstream. They know where it is."

"Us? …Okay. Sure thing, Chief," Axel obliged.

"Great!" Lillian responded eagerly. "We'd be all too happy to, Chief. I'd love to show them around the Guild."

"Don't worry, Chief. We'll get 'em there safe as 'ouses," Ishmael vowed. "We'll do it, or my name ain't Ishmael of Team Sandstream!"

"Thank you very much, you three," Melchior complimented. "Now then…I believe that's it."

"Actually…there is something," Elvira brought up. "Melchior…can we talk? Alone?"

From the tone of her voice, the Swampert knew immediately what she wanted to speak to him about. A sigh escaped him.

"...I'll have an answer when I return to the Guild. I promise you, Elvira; I will not put it off any longer than that."

Elvira considered his offer. "...Okay. But…please. Please have an answer by then."

"...I will. I swear on my rank as Grandmaster."

"Eh? 'S all this about?" asked Ishmael, confused by the exchange.

"It's…a private matter between them," Arian decided to say. "For Elvira's sake, I'd rather not say what it's about."

"I was just about to ask that," Axel lightly grumbled.

"Well, you heard him. Let's not bring it up," Lillian said. "It's between them, not us."

"So…anyway. Will we go? Elvira?" Arian checked with the latter two. "Is everyone ready?"

"...We have to go get items first," Elvira said, after a quick look in their bag. "We'll stop by Conall and Caitríona's before we head out. Then we'll leave town."

"Come on. We'll bring ya there," Ishmael offered. "Gotta fill 'em in on what we're doin', anyways."

"...I guess we'll be off, then," Lillian said. "We'll see you whenever you come back, Chief."

"I'll see you then. Good luck!" wished Melchior, as the group of five walked down the street that led to the merchants' quarter.

Once they left, he turned back to Egon and the volunteers by the Crawdaunt's side.

"Well, there's more to be done. The town's still a long way from being cleaned of the Thorned Roses' influence," Melchior said to them. "Meanwhile, I'll keep digging about those missing people that Team Sandstream were investigating."

"...As much as I hate to say it, Melchior…" Iona's father brought up. He paused, whispering something to his wife, before she and Iona disappeared into the crowd. "I think it's a waste of time lookin' for older folks. There's me and the recent crowd thrown in, but the older lot…I think they're long gone by this stage."

"...I am aware of that." That was a growing possibility Melchior was reluctant to admit. "But that's not the most pressing question. What I want to know is…

"What happened to them to make them disappear as they did? Whatever did the Thorned Roses do?"

"So that's everything, is it?" Arian double-checked, as the fivesome stood in front of Ozerograd's northern gate. "We got our items, we said goodbye to Zenobia, you all said goodbye to Caitríona and Conall…Is that everything?"

"I believe it is," Lillian answered.

"Right, then. Let's not waste time dilly-dallyin' 'ere," Ishmael declared. "Let's go."

And so the two teams walked out of Ozerograd and into the Selenian countryside, along that same road to the old town that Arian, Elvira and Lillian had travelled the day before. The scene was much the same as the day before; the weather was bright and sunny, Lake Lazurny shone a bright azure, and it was a warm day with little to no chance of rain.

…Maybe that last one isn't such a good thing, Arian thought, inwardly grimacing as he was reminded of what Elvira said to him in Cyan Cove. It's not a good idea to dwell on such thoughts. …Hmm. Maybe a change in subject would be nice.

"So where exactly is the Guild's secret location?" he asked Team Sandstream. "We're out in the open, and I don't think there's anyone around that can listen in."

"Hmm…" Ishmael looked around them. Trees dotted either side of the road as they approached the crossroads to the old town. "Let's just get past this part, then I'll tell ya."

They did so, travelling the road to Iria, as indicated by the signpost at the crossroads. Past this point, the treescape continued for a short while, before eventually, it gave way to grassy plains and rolling hills, of which a single defining road weaved through them.

"Okay…now's a good time," the Krokorok determined, after searching the surrounding area. "It's in Kamengrad."

"Kamengrad?" Arian tilted his head. "Where's that?"

"It's a town to the northeast of here," Elvira explained. "It's the main settlement in the Karstlands. …Which is a fairly rural region of Selenia filled with karst, limestone rock. It's quite a sight, and quite a unique area not just in Selenia, but in all of Ardalion. There are flora completely exclusive to the Karstlands, unusual rock formations, and even more subterranean features. I've been there a few times. It's a nice place."

"Sounds interesting," the Riolu commented.

"It's a geologist's wet dream, is what it is," Ishmael opinionated. "If yer interested in rocks, there ain't nowhere better in Ardalion to study 'em. There's an info centre and everythin' about erosion and perm…perm…shit, what's it called again? When water passes through somefin'. Whatever that's called."

"Permeability?" Elvira guessed.

"Yeah, that," the Krokorok confirmed. "...Must've done yer 'omework when ya were in school, didja?"

"Er, yes?" the Treecko replied. "...That wouldn't be a problem, would it?" A slight tone of defence entered her voice.

"Oi, I ain't teasin' ya!" assured Ishmael. "Just curious, is all. Sure wasn't like that when I was a tyke…"

"Yeah, I remember," Lillian added, with a chuckle. "You and Axel would always fall asleep when we were being taught. Unless it was about the dynamics of battle, you boys really couldn't give a damn about anything being taught to you. And when you didn't sleep, you were among the worst behaved in the class."

"That's because our tutors were so boring!" Axel complained. "I don't know how you could stay sane while they rambled on about maths or grammar or any of that boring stuff! Can you blame us for getting up to mischief?"

"'Sides, it wasn't like we laid a finger on anyone," defended Ishmael. "Our pranks were 'armless. It's not like we bullied no one. We 'ave standards, y'know!"

"Standards, eh?" Lillian said. "...And that includes punting a spitball at the archdruid?"

"Wait, what? Spitballed the archdruid?" Arian double-checked, in slight bemusement at what he was hearing.

"...W-We've learned since then," Axel murmured, in what sounded like shame at an old memory.

"Yeah…Learn from yer mistakes, innit?" Ishmael was quick to add. "We were stupid, we learned, and Ol' 'Mon Ran forgave us. 'E did 'is job. Good on 'im! And good on us for learnin'."

"...Come on. Don't leave out parts for Arian and Elvira," chastised Lillian. "Like when, for that, you two had to do a month's worth of chores for that."

"Oh no, please don't tell them that, Lillian!" begged Axel.

"Oh? But Arian and Elvira would be so interested in hearing about it…wouldn't you two?" the Sandslash asked Team Elpis.

"Er…hmm," Arian considered. On the one hand, a tale to pass the time while they travelled would be nice. But on the other, the pleading look on the Gligar's face and a similar expression on Ishmael's made him reconsider. It's just a story about their past life, he thought. It's not like I'm dying to hear it.

"...Maybe another time," he answered, to mixed reactions.

"...Phew. Thanks, Arian," a relieved Axel praised.

"Spoilsport," pouted Lillian. "Hey, Elvira, what about you? Don't you want to hear about these two getting punished?"

"I…think I'll side with Arian on this one," Elvira answered. "Better to not create divisions between us and our new allies."

"Good on ya," praised Ishmael, before turning to his partner. "Y'know, I like ya a lot, Lill, but…yer as bad as yer mum sometimes when it comes to sharin' embarrassin' stories…"

"Like mother, like daughter," the Sandslash said proudly, getting over her prior disappointment. "The other villagers did always say I was exactly like her when she was young. And they said the same about you two."

"Yep…sure got that a lot," murmured Ishmael, with similar mumblings of agreement from Axel.

Arian was admittedly a bit curious about the mention of 'villagers', and wanted to ask further about their past. However, this line of thought was halted when Elvira did.

"Here we are."

"'Here we are'?" The Riolu looked ahead of him. For a second, he thought they had arrived in Kamengrad. But as he gazed at the scene before him, he suddenly realised what he was looking at.

"A Mystery Dungeon?"

That, it seemed to be. The same opaqueness in the entrance, as seen with the previous three dungeons he'd been in, was present. But this time, given it was in broad daylight and shaded by trees or a cave's darkness, it was far more obvious on this occasion.

"It is," Elvira confirmed. "Rolling Hills. A Mystery Dungeon that lies on the road to Iria and Kamengrad."

"Let's not dawdle," Ishmael said. "Let's 'ead in. The sooner we get to Kamengrad, the better."

"Got it, Ish," Axel obliged.

And with that, the two teams headed in.

Rolling Hills
1F

Once more, Arian found himself in the enigmatic labyrinth of a Mystery Dungeon. At least it's getting familiar by now, he thought to himself. This is, what, my fourth one?

"Okay, time to find those stairs," Ishmael began. "It's a big room, this 'un. Let's explore each exit, and mark the ones we've been to. And the two of ya'll be in front explorin' each room."

"Us?" Arian asked.

"Yeah. After all, the two of ya need the experience of searchin' Dungeons," elaborated the crocodile. "We've been through plenty of 'em, but yer still startin' out."

"Don't worry, though. We'll help you out whenever you need it," Lillian reassured.

"You probably won't need our help, though," Axel added. "If I'm gonna be honest, this Dungeon's not that hard. You'd probably be just fine going through it on your own."

"Yeah, we've been through 'ere plenty of times," Ishmael elaborated. "The wild Pokémon are easy stuff for us. Ya'd be just fine. But we'll help ya out if yer 'avin' trouble."

"Good to know you have our backs," Elvira said gratefully. "Thanks very much."

"No problem," Lillian replied. "Now then…which path?"

"That one," elected Arian, picking the path nearest to them.

"Alright then." The Sandslash was at the back of the cavalcade, and on the path they were going down, she marked an X with her claws where the corridor began. "Okay. On we go. Lead the way, Arian."

The Riolu did just that. It wasn't long before the path ended in a T-junction. Arian suggested going right, and so they did.

They encountered a Gloom. Arian readied a Metal Claw, and struck the Weed Pokémon. Unfortunately, the attack didn't do as much as the Riolu hoped.

"Arian? Leave this one to me," Axel, who was behind Elvira, requested. Team Elpis obliged, wondering what the bat was going to do.

Arian was quite surprised, therefore, when Axel unleashed a duo of diagonal slashes on the took the Grass-type down in very little time.

"There," the Gligar said. "Aerial Ace saves us once again."

"Aerial Ace? …That was the move you used, right?" Arian checked.

"Yep. We bought a TM for it a while back, and it's been an asset to me ever since," Axel elaborated.

"A TM? …What's that?" the Riolu wondered.

"...Oh right. Amnesia," the Gligar reminded himself, as they continued down the corridor. "TMs stand for Technical Machines. They're discs on which certain moves are stored, like Aerial Ace. You can get more diverse moves through them rather than just the moves you learn through getting stronger."

"I…see," Arian said.

They stopped the conversation briefly as they came to another room. A quick scan of it revealed no stairs. The path ahead of them was where Arian chose to go. As she did before, Lillian marked an X at the room's exit.

"You can sometimes find TMs in Mystery Dungeons," Elvira went on to say, as the trio continued down their chosen path. "Some merchants base their whole business around selling TMs, and make quite a profit. …Do Caitríona and Conall sell them?"

"They do, if they find one," Lillian replied. "They sell for a good price. …But on the flip side, that does mean rookie teams will have to save up a bit before they can comfortably buy them. So keep that in mind before you go splashing out if you see any. They're not unaffordable, but…they can be pricey, especially the more powerful moves."

"...Okay. Got it," Arian replied.

They travelled on a bit more. A few ferals got in their way, namely a Weepinbell, a Combee and a Stufful, but with the help of Team Sandstream, Team Elpis was easily able to dispatch them. All the while, Arian was learning new things about the Pokémon he faced thanks to advice and information from his two partners. Be wary of Weepinbell's ability to inflict status conditions, male Combee couldn't evolve, and physical attacks weren't optimal against Stufful due to their Fluffy fur. They were fortunate to have the trio by their side, who knocked out the ferals with relative ease when Arian and Elvira struggled on their lonesome.

Eventually, they came to another room. And in it was the one thing they were looking for.

"The stairs!" cried Arian. "...Will we go up?"

"Yep. Ain't nothin' interestin' on this floor, least from our lookin' around," the Krokorok summarised. "Come on. Let's go."

And so the quintet ascended the stairs.

Rolling Hills
4F

The two teams continued their way through Rolling Hills. As they did, Arian and Elvira could both see the experience Team Sandstream had at dealing with Dungeons and when fighting ferals, at least in this particular Dungeon. They seemed to know their type advantages well, and dealt with the wild Pokémon efficiently. While it couldn't be called the skill of hardened veterans, they had evidently been in the mercenary business for some time to know their stuff.

Not to mention, they were amicable, and shared their findings with Team Elpis, allowing them possession of some of the money and items on the floor. They were also quick to offer advice and aid whenever Arian or Elvira made a mistake.

This was the case on the fourth floor when Arian got a face full of Sleep Powder from a wild Morelull and fell right to the ground. While Axel made quick work of it with Aerial Ace, Ishmael took to giving the Riolu a Chesto Berry, and the problem was rectified in no time at all.

"...Nnngh…What time is it…?" Arian mumbled sleepily as he woke up.

"A time when ya shouldn't be snorin' like a wild Grumpig," Ishmael replied. "Get up, mate."

"Snoring?! I do not snore!" the Riolu protested, now wide awake and infuriated by the Krokorok's dig at him.

"...Sure ya weren't."

"I don't snore! You're having me on!"

"...Okay, okay, ya got me. Just messin' with ya," the sand crocodile snickered, ruffling Arian's fur on his head and withdrawing his hand when the latter growled at him, having gotten to his feet. "Sheesh, ya ain't a Grumpig. Like a Mightyena when yer riled up."

"...I'll…probably get what you mean at some point," Arian said, still unsure about the exact species Ishmael was referring to. As well as that, he was still cross at the Krokorok, and remained that way for the rest of the floor.

"...That's why it's always good to have berries on hand for this kind of scenario," Lillian went on, choosing to gloss over the squabble between Ishmael and Arian. "Status conditions are a menace, and really hinder your ability to fight. Just take your fight with Hinnerk as an example. If he wasn't paralysed, he might've been able to make a comeback. But he was, and so he lost. Keep in mind, though…that the same could be true for you two. Being poisoned or paralysed or burned can be the decider between victory and defeat."

"...I understand," Elvira replied, recalling a similar lesson from her father when she was younger.

"Me too," Arian seconded, as they walked on, with the continued tactic of him taking up the lead.

"...Ah! There's the exit!" Ishmael said triumphantly as the group strolled into another room. "Let's go up. No point hangin' 'round this floor any longer. Come on, I wanna get movin'."

"Well, let's not delay, then," Lillian agreed, as the group headed up the steps.

Rolling Hills
Rest Floor

Arian was quite surprised at the sight that greeted him. Instead of the labyrinthine layout that would normally greet them as they climbed the final stair of a floor, he was greeted with somewhere very different to what he was expecting.

"...Are we out of the Dungeon?" he asked, looking around him. The area looked normal - no sign of any maze-like structure to it. Instead, ahead of him lay what looked like a well-travelled path - or rather, two of them. A divergence to the path lay ahead, with two distinct paths creating a Y-junction. Where the path split, a signpost lay, along with…something that made Arian blink as he tried to assess what it was.

Is that…a statue?

"No," Axel answered. "We're on what's known as a rest floor. …It's what it is; a place to rest and gather your bearings after a Mystery Dungeon that can make your head spin. There's no ferals here or anything; you can rest easy on this floor."

"Good. Because I could use one," Elvira brought up. "Can we take a rest? Even just a short one…"

"'Course!" permitted Ishmael. "Yer still gettin' into dungeon delvin'. Better take yer chance here 'fore we press on. 'Sides, we got some stuff to store, so we'll do that while you lot take a breather."

The Krokorok walked over to the peculiar statue that Arian noticed. Now that he had a closer look at it, he realised it depicted a large, bipedal creature with what looked to be a pouch at its stomach area. Curiously, Ishmael then put a few items into the pouch area, before turning back to the group.

"Ishmael?" Arian could not contain his interest. "What did you do with that statue over there?"

"Oh, that? It's a Kangaskhan Rock," the crocodile replied. "Ya find them in rest areas like this 'un. It's where ya store items ya find in Dungeons that ya don't really need. They're moved into storage, where ya can get 'em again from Kangaskhan's. That's a shop that's everywhere, so yer stuff's safe with 'em, and ya'll find it in most places."

"...Um, what?" To call Arian confused would be an understatement. "I'm sorry, but…you might have to break that down for me."

"...Tell ya what. Try it out for yerself," suggested Ishmael. "Ya got items on ya?"

"...Yes." The Riolu held up his team's bag as proof.

"Go over there and store somefin'."

"...Okay," Arian obliged, getting up and walking over to the statue. It was huge, more than seven feet tall, and towered over him. What did Ishmael call it? A…Kangaskhan Rock? Is that what it's a statue of, then? A Pokémon called Kangaskhan? Luckily, the pouch part of the statue was low enough for him to put items into. Looking into the bag, he searched for something they didn't need.

Hmm…maybe this oran berry? …We have a few. We can part ways with one. He took the berry out of the bag and placed it in the statue's pouch.

"...Nothing's happening," he remarked, after a few seconds.

"Walk away and come back to it later," Axel told him. "It'll probably shock you."

"Oi, El," Ishmael then asked Elvira. "Does it get tirin', teachin' 'im 'bout simple shit like that?"

"...Hm? Oh, erm…no, I wouldn't say that," the Treecko replied. "We all have to learn how to be a mercenary, and we all have to learn about things like Mystery Dungeons and the Kangaskhan Rocks. I'd argue that Arian's questions aren't too much different from the average beginner mercenary. I'm still learning things myself, even though Dad did teach me a few basics when he was still around." She then passed a water canteen to Arian, who sat down beside her and took a swig of the refreshing liquid.

"Still…must be a pain, losin' yer memories like that," sympathised Ishmael. "Innit, Arry?"

"...A bit. All this stuff is so strange…" Arian answered. "Even if I didn't have amnesia, I'd probably still be asking questions left and right. It's…so foreign to me."

"...Poor thing…" murmured Lillian pityingly.

"But that's why I'm so grateful to all of you for helping me become accustomed to everything," Arian thanked. "Without you all, it would be a lot harder getting used to all this. Thank you all, really."

"Hey, no problem! We're happy to help!" Axel responded. "That's what being a mercenary's all about!"

"'Sides, yer friends and workmates. We wouldn't leave ya hangin', would we? It'd go against everythin' my folks taught me," Ishmael added, before getting up from where he was sitting. "...Right, I think it's time to get movin' again. Ya need more time, or…?"

"No, we're ready," Elvira said, following suit. Arian did the same, followed by Axel and Lillian, and the quintet resumed their journey to Kamengrad.

But as they began their walk, Arian was suddenly reminded of something.

"Oh yeah! The rock!" he recalled. He walked up to the statue's pouch, only to be stupefied by what he saw.

"The oran berry! ...Where did it go?"

"...Knew ya'd be like that," Ishmael chuckled at the human's bewilderment. "It ain't gone, mate. It's been put into storage, is what's 'appened to it."

"Put into storage…?"

"Yes," Lillian confirmed. "You'll be able to get it later, at Kangaskhan Storage in Kamengrad. I know it sounds unbelievable…but it's true."

"...I'll take your word for it. If it is…that's amazing, that this rock is able to do just that…"

"Anyway…to get to Kamengrad, we're takin' this path," Ishmael directed, pointing to the right path. Now that they were closer to the signpost, Arian could see why.

← Iria

→ Kamengrad

…On we go, then.

Rolling Hills - Eastern Path
7F

And so Teams Elpis and Sandstream progressed through the second half of Rolling Hills. Following on from the previous floors, the group of five stayed together, and were able to make quick work of the ferals there, which adding to Stufful, Morelull, Gloom, Weepinbell and Combee, were also Ledian, Furret, Audino and Pineco. Arian found that he was typically favoured for any Normal-types, and did a good job at using his Force Palm to dispatch them. At least I can show them the Hinnerk fight wasn't a fluke, he thought.

It was beneficial for him, too, as he was getting more in tune with using his moves. Throughout the Dungeon, following advice from Elvira and Team Sandstream, he made sure to diversify his move usage, so as to hone Metal Claw and Quick Attack and not rely on Force Palm all the time.

He also got to try out a blast seed on a wild Ledian, loaned to him from Team Sandstream's inventory. It was quite an experience, biting into the seed, feeling the fiery hotness of the seed heat up and expelling flames from his mouth like a Charizard. The Riolu had a good giggle after that.

"That was fun!" he laughed. "I want to do it again! Do you have any more?"

"...Naw, mate," apologised Ishmael, after a quick examination of their bag. "Yer gonna 'ave to wait."

"...Bummer." Arian's disappointment was evident.

"You'll get your chance," Lillian assured. "Blast seeds are plentiful, and they sell cheaply as well."

"Really? …Well. I'll definitely be on the lookout for them."

"Heh," Ishmael chuckled. "Better watch out, El. Ya mighta just found a pyromaniac as yer partner."

"Hopefully not. I am Grass, after all," Elvira replied.

The floors were scoured for the stairs, and many items found their way into both teams' bags. Money, berries…and to Arian's delight, a blast seed on the seventh floor, which he promptly used on a wild Gloom. The Grass-type stood little chance against that, and a Bite from Ishmael finished it off.

"Don't go using those too often," Axel warned. "You might need one in a pinch."

"Okay, okay, I get your point," Arian assured. "I won't overuse those. I promise."

"...If you say so…"

The rest of the floor yielded no difficult challenges for the group. Arian was paralysed by a Weepinbell's Stun Spore at one point, but a cheri berry Elvira had picked up earlier saw that problem taken care of relatively quickly.

Before long, the group found the stairs, in a room south to where the prior incident occurred.

"There it is," Axel said. "Finally, we're finished with this place."

"Oh, this is the final floor?" Arian asked.

"Yes. Kamengrad lies just beyond here," Lillian informed.

"Great. …One step closer to the finish line," the Riolu replied. Relief came over him at the thought of finally belonging to the Guild. Now Elvira's goal - and more recently, his, too - would be realised.

Well, Irian Guild…here we come. I hope you're ready for us.

Meanwhile…

Some distance away from the rural towns of Ozerograd and Kamengrad, stood the main centre of Selenia. The tsardom's capital city, Iria, stood proud and tall on top in a prime defensive position near the coast. It began as a fortification five hundred years ago against attackers, and developed into a major centre that would become Selenia's capital.

Iria Castle was a distinctive part of the city, visible from most parts of Iria. Since the city's founding, it had been the central Selenian government's location, and all manner of laws, statutes, amendments, legislation and acts were passed and repealed within its walls. Within the castle, many a ruler was born, raised and taught.

And even when the trend was bucked in more recent years…the position of Iria Castle as the centre of government and the leader's home remained.

Right now, a servant was making his way to the throne room. He was a Marowak, though a more uncommon variant that was black and had a dark pattern on its skull. He carried the signature bone possessed by most of his own kind. But as well as that, he carried with him a scroll of paper - specifically, a report to inform his leader of.

He entered a hallway that lay before the throne room. In this room lay a number of paintings. Each depicted a past tsar of Selenia, and below each painting was a plaque dedicated to each tsar and the years they ruled for. These varied - some had lengthy reigns, while some reigns were nipped in the bud before they could get going. The species of the leaders were also diverse - few specific species were favoured, and consistency in this regard didn't last for long throughout the years.

Notably though, there was one detail missing. The second last picture, prior to the throne room's entrance and before the current leader's portrait, was absent. A blank wall lay where it should have been, and no plaque lay below it either.

The Marowak was unbothered by this, evidently used to the sight. Guards who stood in front of the throne room parted to allow him entry. The Ghost/Fire-type knocked on the door of the throne room.

"Enter!" called a voice from within. With entry granted, the Marowak opened the doors, and walked into the throne room.

The throne room was where the Marowak's leader currently was, sitting on the red-and-black throne in the room as his predecessors once did. He was an intimidating figure; a huge, Steel-type Pokémon with black and grey armour plating, and two spiked horns atop his armoured head. Sharp claws and fangs were visible, and a thick, black tail swung behind him in expectation of the news his servant was to inform him of. Along with that, his armour had a fair few gouges and scars, implying that he had been in his fair share of scraps.

He was an Aggron. A certain Aggron that had become infamous among the Selenian populace once his name was brought up.

Art by HelloYellow17.

"Master Mitrofan. I bring news," the Marowak spoke.

"Speak, Nikita," commanded Mitrofan. "What news do you bring me?"

"...Unfortunately, I do not bring you good news, Master," Nikita replied. "I have a report from Ozerograd regarding events that happened there yesterday."

"Ozerograd?" the Aggron inquired with a furrowed brow, feeling as though he knew the answer to the question already.

"...Hinnerk's been defeated, and the Thorned Roses have dispersed," the Marowak informed, reading from the scroll he carried.

"So it's finally happened." Mitrofan curled his fist "...Tch. Hinnerk was always arrogant and full of hubris. The likes of him have no place in a lordly position like he was. He belongs in hell's inner circles, that brute," he growled. "What became of him?"

"...Regarding that, my master," Nikita continued. "Hinnerk isn't dead. Rather, he's been imprisoned and locked up in the town's jail, along with other captured members of the Thorned Roses."

"I beg your pardon? Captured?" The Aggron sounded shocked to hear this. "How foolish! Do the townsfolk really believe they can restrain him? He's a dastardly criminal who'll easily find a way to escape! If he can escape the confines of the Irian dungeons, then a town jail would be child's play for the likes of him! What motive would they have, anyway? He subjugated them for five years! And yet now they baulk?"

"There's a good reason for that," Nikita responded. "The townsfolk were not behind this. If left to their own devices, they would no doubt have had him murdered. But the influence of another had a hand in this."

"Well, spit it out! Who was it?"

"It sounds unbelievable, but…" The Marowak took a breath, knowing that this would be monumental news to his master.

"...Mud Bomber Melchior has returned."

"...Melchior?" If Mitrofan wasn't focused before, he most certainly was now. The mention of the Swampert's name made him sit bolt upright with rapt attention.

"Indeed, Master Mitrofan."

"...So Melchior was the one behind it all, then…" Mitrofan contemplated. "...Unsurprising. Given their history, he'd be all too happy to defeat an old enemy again and liberate Ozerograd from his control. And in line with the mercenary's creed, he would never kill unless in self-defence. …But how strange. Melchior only? No Kallias?"

"No, Master. It was only Melchior that appeared in Ozerograd. Fernblade Kallias's whereabouts are still unknown. …But about Melchior, Master," Nikita continued, looking down at the report once again. "The report here claimed that Melchior himself did not defeat Hinnerk. It was in fact a group of self-proclaimed mercenaries influenced by him that brought Hinnerk to his knees. A group of five, to be exact."

"Mercenaries?" The word drew the Aggron's attention. "…Was any info amassed on them?"

"...Some information, yes," confirmed the Marowak. "Three of them were apparently part of a group Melchior sent to infiltrate the Thorned Roses. A Krokorok, a Gligar, and a Sandslash. Looking into it…I think it's highly plausible that's the same Team Sandstream that applied to the Guild not long before...the events of five years ago occurred," he finished, choosing his words carefully.

"...Mm, yes," Mitrofan lightly growled, as if in remembrance of a bad memory. "...Team Sandstream, hm? Yes, that would match up with the report," he murmured thoughtfully. "…No doubt they were among those in the Guild who dared to side against me. …You said there were five that defeated Hinnerk. What about the other two?"

"...The other two were harder to determine." Nikita looked back at the report. "They were natives of the town, and don't seem to have any previous experience as mercenaries. They were a Riolu and a Treecko."

"A Riolu and a Treecko?"

"Yes, Master. While we didn't find out too much about them, their names were recollected. The Riolu's name is Arian, and the Treecko's name is Elvira."

"...Arian and Elvira…" Mitrofan processed the two names. Then he stopped, when he realised something.

A Treecko named Elvira? Could it be?

Thirteen years ago…

"And here she is! My little pride and joy herself!"

"A Treecko? …I see she takes after you, then."

"Not completely. There's some traces of her mother in her, too. …Say hello, Elvira."

"..."

"Don't be shy, Elvira. I know Mitrofan looks big and scary, but he's a good man. He won't hurt you."

"Elvira, is it? It's very nice to meet you."

"...Hi."

"...A quiet one, are we?"

"Don't worry about her. She's just shy around new people. She is only five, after all. Plus, this is her first time coming to Iria. She's probably just overwhelmed by all the new sights."

"I see. …I wonder. Will she take after you in more ways than one?"

"Oh, I hope so! There's definitely an adventurous spirit in this one, if you'd believe it. She and a few of her friends snuck into Verdant Woods to explore it a while back."

"Oh my. Exploring a Mystery Dungeon at so young an age…Was she alright?"

"Of course. I found them and got them out. But her mother nearly had a heart attack when she found out. A few years was taken off her life, she keeps saying."

"As any mother would say in her place. …On that note, where is Zenobia?"

"She's meeting Paulina. Paulina's looking for advice for the wedding, and wants someone who's been through the song and dance before. …And that's why Elvira's with me. But I think she'll get bored if we stand around talking for too long. You know what children are like."

"Heh, true enough. I won't keep you, then. Oh, but before you go…have a bit of money. Get Elvira something at Slurpuff Sweets."

"Sweets?"

"Yes indeed, Elvira. Consider it a little gift from me. ..You'll accept it, won't you, Kallias?"

"...I will. It's a special few days, after all. She's entitled to a few treats. …Elvira, say thank you to Mitrofan for the money."

"...Thank you, Mit…Mitro…Mister. Misterfan?"

"Mitrofan, dear."

"Okay. Thank you, Mit-ro-fan.…Your name's weird."

"Hah! A witty tongue as well. She definitely takes after you, Kallias."

"Indeed. And I'm proud of her for it. …Come on, Elvira. Let's go get you some sweets."

"Yay! Sweets! Come on, Daddy! Where's the sweet shop?"

"...Hm. What a lovely child. …And an adventurous sort? …Hmm…We may well see her at the Guild, once she becomes old enough."

"...Group of volunteers was established in the town to clean up after the Thorned Roses, so to speak. But the potential is there for a militia…one that could rise up in rebellion against you, Master. Should we try and…"

Nikita had continued speaking as Mitrofan became lost in thought. But he drifted off when he realised the Aggron wasn't fully attentive.

"Master?"

"Hm?" Mitrofan came back to his attention. "Pardon me. I was considering something else. What were you saying, Nikita? Something about a militia?"

"...There is a possibility that the volunteers organised in Ozerograd could rise up against you, Master Mitrofan," the Marowak repeated. "Should we try and organise to break Hinnerk and the Thorned Roses out of - "

"No," Mitrofan interjected, his answer immediate and firm. "I won't ally with him any longer. He's a menace to society and no longer has a place as an ally. If he escapes, which he most likely will, I've every intention to see his demise come to fruition. …What a nuisance. Now another pocket of dissension opens up. Curse him!" Enraged, he slammed his fist on the throne's armrest.

"There's no use wallowing in regret, Master," Nikita replied. "We can only look to the future. Yes, it was regrettable that Hinnerk allied with us. But it's not like we had much of an alternative, given the people he allied with."

"You have a point, Nikita," Mitrofan said. "Let's forget about mistakes. If Ozerograd becomes a threat, I'll see to the end of any rebellion they dare to muster against me. Selenia must be ruled by someone, and I daren't have it be anyone who wishes for an olden time when the Ruslans ruled this country. A tainted bunch - that's all they are!"

"Quite right, Master." Nikita was vocal in his support. "We'll quash any dissenters. And I'll stand by your side against any who dare cross your path. Until my dying breath, I'll be with you. Name a task, and I'll see it done!"

"I appreciate your dedication, Nikita." The hardened look on the Aggron's face faded slightly. "I do have a task in mind. Prepare the training grounds. I need to keep my wits honed and think of a plan to deal with this new development."

"Consider it done, Master." And with that, Nikita headed away from the throne room, leaving Mitrofan alone with his thoughts.

Elvira…Kallias's daughter. Becoming a mercenary, just like her father. …In another reality, I would've welcomed this news. But now she'll be my enemy, backed by Melchior of all people.

His thoughts drifted to the Swampert.

He won't forget what happened five years ago. He, with his upstanding morals, would never forget it. He would understand my situation. If only he was willing to hear it out…

But five years does a lot to fester hatred. And the fact that Kallias isn't with him is strange. Could he be dead? What happened on his end, I wonder? At least it means one less personal enemy to deal with. Tch. And also one less that didn't join my side all those years ago…

It's a damned shame, the Aggron lamented. If only events could have happened differently…then these unfortunate circumstances would not have turned out as they did.

But enough lamenting on the past, Mitrofan thought to himself, as he rose from the throne. Nikita's right. I must press on, regardless of my previous mistakes. Perhaps a bit of dummy thrashing will put these thoughts of mine at bay. And with that, the Aggron began his walk out of the room.

Notes

Update (2/1/23): Some refinements, namely ironing out and adjusting some dialogue. Also needed to address the 'Thorned Roses and missing people', a plot point which I added in the last batch of updates.

Arukona · Oct 15, 2022

Chapter 11
The Irian Guild

Stone. Stone. And more stone.

Hills and mountains of grey limestone as far as the eye could see, along grassy fields filled with erratics and boulders.

These were the sights that greeted Arian as he, Elvira and Team Sandstream exited the Mystery Dungeon and into an area rather different than the undulating slopes of Rolling Hills. This was more mountainous, with the sight of the dominating Empyrean Mountains looming over the area.

These were the Karstlands. It was an area of special conservation, designated as such by the tsars of Selenia. Although the region was sparsely populated, this gave it a designation of importance, and much-needed acknowledgment after years of perceived ignorance. As well as that, worries raised by the Karstlands' inhabitants over the endangerment of rare flora were acknowledgment by Tsar Efrem some one hundred and seventy-five years ago, and he, a Roserade and a nature lover, designated the area as a nature reserve and saw to it his policies of protection were upheld. Mostly, his successors respected the laws he put in place, and surprisingly, even Mitrofan proved to be respectful to the protections of the nature reserve.

"Really?" Arian reacted when he heard this. "I didn't think he would respect something like that, based on what you've told me…"

"Yeah, s'pose it's somethin' in 'is favour," Ishmael admitted. "Still…ya look at all the other shit that's gone on durin' 'is rule, and that's only one point against lots."

"I see…" murmured the Riolu. "So he's still an enemy, then."

"True. Maybe he's not the worst person we could possibly have," Lillian conceded. "But that doesn't mean he's a good leader. …A bit of a shame, too, considering…" She trailed off at the end.

"...Considering…what?" Arian prodded.

"...Oh, nothing. Don't mind me," the Sandslash dismissed. "So anyway. The Guild's not far now. Just a bit more walking and we should be there."

"...Whereabouts is it?" wondered Elvira, looking around at the stony fields. "The old guild stood out, from what I remember. But I don't see anything resembling it around."

"That's because we're underground, remember?" Axel reminded. "If the Guild was out in the open and blatant, then Mitrofan would definitely put a stop to it. We have to remain secretive, and that means keeping a low profile."

"...I see," came the gecko's reply. "...What has it come to, that one of the most esteemed organisations in Selenia and all of Ardalion has to be reduced to hiding like this? Like common outlaws…It's almost like we've become the very thing we swore to destroy."

"Don't be like that, El," Ishmael encouraged. "Don't let Mitt's labellin' of us mercs as outlaws get ya down. We are heroes, and the folk in Kamengrad know it. Yer safe in town, I swear to ya."

"Speaking of Kamengrad…we're here," Lillian announced. And Arian and Elvira now saw the town for themselves.

Kamengrad wasn't like Ozerograd in the sense of dominating defensive walls and planned structures based on the towns of the east. Its structure was more like that of a village, though it was big enough to play host to numerous vendors and their stalls. And unlike Ozerograd when he first arrived, Arian didn't get a sense of oppression and fear, but rather a quiet, reserved atmosphere befitting a rural settlement. There certainly was no equivalent of the Thorned Roses in this town, that was for sure.

And as with what he had seen of the Karstlands so far, stone was a prevalent theme in the town. All the houses were made of it, limestone pavements had been created, some of them naturally, and a slab of stone at the entrance of town had the words 'Welcome to Kamengrad' inscribed on it.

"Seems like a nice place," Arian commented as the group walked through the town.

"Glad ya like it," Ishmael replied. "'Cause the two of ya'll be seein' a lot of this place for the next while."

"...Because we're located here, most of our clients are from the town," explained Lillian. "Of course, we ask for secrecy, and many of them are happy to comply. At least that's their way of returning the favour for doing whatever it is they want us to do."

They continued walking down the main street. Both Arian and Elvira noticed the waves and greetings given to and from Team Sandstream, as well as the odd acknowledging nods to them. Guess what Ishmael and Lillian both said are true, the Riolu thought. And this'll be our new location. …Eh, it could be worse. Flashbacks to the Thorned Roses' intimidation in Ozerograd came to the fore. A lot worse than this, alright.

They came to the town square. Beyond the pedestal marking the centre of town, Arian could see a number of merchant's stalls, not too unlike the merchant's quarter in Ozerograd where Caitríona and Conall had set up shop. The Riolu's curiosity was piqued, but before they could advance any further, Team Sandstream made a sudden divergence down a side street.

"Hey! Why are we going down here?" he asked.

"You'll see," Axel told him. "We'll show you around the merchants later. You'll need to know them in time. But for now, the Guild's more important."

"...Then why are we going down a back street?"

"Wouldn't be a secret if it was out in the open, would it?" Ishmael reasoned. "It's gotta be on the down low and kept hush-hush. That's why it's back through 'ere, and not out in the open like a posho's mansion."

"...I guess," Arian accepted.

The side street went through a number of smaller houses, and Arian was reminded of the ramshackle alleyways of Ozerograd. But the alleys of Kamengrad were tidier and more quaint, and there weren't any signs of fearful occupants watching for any evictors. It was a sign that this place hadn't been drawn into the evil embrace of something like the Thorned Roses.

From the looks of it, you wouldn't think this was part of a dictatorship. It seems so tranquil and peaceful. I guess being in a rural area like the Karstlands has its advantages in a time like this. …Maybe that's why the Guild's located here, given that it's so out of the way and all.

The back alley trekking didn't continue for long, though. After a while, the group found themselves reaching a point of interest. The alley opened out into a small plaza of sorts, and in the middle of that area was…

"...A well?" Elvira observed.

"A well," Lillian confirmed. "But a well that no one uses, really. They make use of a different one on the other side of town."

"And that's 'cause this ain't really a well," Ishmael went on. "It's a fake look, is what it is. It looks like a well, yeah. But really…that's where our guild is."

"...Down there?" Arian questioned, confused. "The Guild's…down a well?"

"I said that, didn't I?" the Krokorok retorted. "...Well, go on. See for yerself if I'm pullin' yer leg. Ya too, Elvira."

"Alright then," accepted Elvira. She and the Riolu walked forward toward the structure. It had the trappings of a typical well, with a small roof and pulley system in place, along with rope and a bucket as would be typical on a usual well. She looked down the well, and was surprised by what he saw.

A ladder was propped up against one of the walls. In fact, not just propped; it was securely fastened to the wall with what looked to be strong steel bolts.

"...The Guild's down there," Elvira said. "It has all the looks of a secret hideout."

"Well, let's not waste any more time," Arian replied. "Let's go down and see what this Guild's all about."

"Agreed. …You go first, Arian. You can see in the dark better than I can."

"Okay."

The Riolu walked over to where the ladder began. Tentatively, he put his feet on the first rung, getting a feel for the balance. Luckily, his fears were unfounded; the ladder was firmly attached to the wall, meaning there would be no danger of it being loose and wobbly, as he feared.

Even so…he made the mistake of looking down, and while he could at least see that it wasn't too far to the bottom, he couldn't help but quiver slightly. Since when was I acrophobic? he thought. I really wish I wasn't right now…

"It's okay, Arian," Lillian, who had come over with her teammates, urged. "It's not a long ladder. You'll reach the ground in no time."

"...Thanks," the Riolu said, though it didn't do much to calm his sudden nervousness. He slowly made his way down the ladder, taking breaths to calm himself as he descended. Thankfully, as Lillian said, it didn't take long for him to reach the bottom, at which point he took a long breath of relief.

"Thank God that's over," he said, relieved. Looking up, he could see Elvira coming down, followed by Team Sandstream, sans Axel, who glided down with his wings.

"You okay, Arian?" Elvira asked, noticing him taking breaths to calm himself.

"...Well, I am now," Arian confirmed. "Still…I shouldn't be. I can't be scared of an entrance like that, especially if it's the entrance to our new workplace that we'll be leaving and entering all the time," he added, slightly ashamed.

"Hey, don't be like that," soothed Axel. "It's normal to have a fear of heights. A lot of people have them, especially Fighting-types."

"'Course ya'd say that, wing boy," Ishmael quipped. "Must be nice, bein' able to fly like that."

"For the love of…I can't fly, Ishmael, and you know that!" the Gligar returned, in a tone of annoyance and a familiarity that suggested he'd heard this before, and was fed up of hearing it. "I can only glide. I mean, I wish I could fly, but…I can't. We've been through this before, Ishmael. When will you learn?"

"...It's a common topic that pushes Axel's buttons," Lillian elaborated to Arian and Elvira. "Not being able to fly is something he's a bit sore about. …Come on, boys, wrap it up," she commanded to her two comrades. "You can continue that chat another time."

"I know, I know," Ishmael replied. "Ya know me. Couldn't resist a dig at Ax there. But I getcha. Show 'em 'round first, then I can get back to teasin' my bestie."

"I won't be your 'bestie' if you keep that up much longer," Axel growled.

"I said stop, you two," Lillian sternly ordered. "Come on. Let's not keep Arian and Elvira waiting. …So sorry about them," she apologised to Arian and Elvira.

"It's fine," assured Arian. "...But as fine as that is, can we move on?"

"Of course," the Sandslash answered, and began walking forward. Axel and Ishmael, seeing her go, followed suit, and so did Team Elpis.

Both of the latter looked around them at the passage as they walked. As they got deeper in, they couldn't help but notice the lit lanterns hung on the walls, to give the passage some light. This passage seemed to be a manufactured one, rather than a naturally formed cave. It reminded Arian of the labyrinthine warrens of a Mystery Dungeon, and for a second, he thought they were going to head into one.

But this never culminated. Soon, the passage opened out, and Arian and Elvira were rather surprised by what they saw.

The area they had come to was a cavern. Several stalactites hung from the ceiling, and a number of stalagmites peppered the ground, though only really near the walls. But these were not the source of surprise for Team Elpis. Rather, it was that the cavern was settled and inhabited, and there were a few Pokémon going about with their duties in the main area.

One of these Pokémon, a four-legged canine with light brown fur and a white-furred collar and tail, noticed the new arrivals and instantly made a beeline for them.

"Ishy!" cried out the young feminine voice of the Rockruff. "You're back!" She then leapt for Ishmael, and nearly knocked him onto his back.

However, evidently the Krokorok had experienced this before, and managed to catch her in his hands.

"Good to see ya too, sis," he said to her, lowering her down to the ground. "Yer still as lively as ever, ya lil' scamp."

"Yeah, you know me, bro! I wouldn't be me if I wasn't!"

"...Sis?" Arian looked between Ishmael and the young dog. "Ishmael, you never told us you had a sister."

"Well, I do," the Krokorok clarified. "Arian, Elvira, meet Rhiannon, my lil' sis and helper 'ere at the Guild. Ya'll get used to her, don't worry."

"...What's that supposed to mean?" Rhiannon queried indignantly. "Are you saying I'm annoying? How rude!"

"...Yeah, ya've been spendin' too much time with Serafina," Ishmael retorted, noting the almost upper-class attitude in her indignance. "'Sides, I ain't wrong. Just ask Terry if ya don't believe me."

"Terran's a grumpy spoilsport! Why would you ask him?" protested Rhiannon. "He doesn't know anything about fun!"

"...Eh, can't argue with ya there. At least's that something we can both agree on."

"...Anyway…Nice to meet you, Rhiannon," greeted Elvira, choosing that moment to introduce herself to the young canine. "I'm Elvira, and this is Arian. We're looking to sign up to the Irian Guild and become mercenaries here."

"Oh, cool!" Rhiannon praised. "The more the merrier! I love seeing new faces around here all the time. I wish I could become a merc too…But I'm not old enough to be one," she added disappointedly.

"...Ah. Well, that's a bummer. But if you keep it up, you'll be a good merc some day," Arian encouraged, hoping to raise the young girl's spirits.

"...I know. I just wish that day would come sooner…" Rhiannon lightly moped. "I'm not a kid anymore. I can handle scrapes and bruises just fine!"

"Registration age is thirteen for apprentices. Yer still twelve. And even then, it's fifteen at youngest to be a full-on merc with yer own team," Ishmael reminded. "Yer close, sis. Just be patient, will ya? I've already talked to the Chief 'bout this, and he ain't got a problem with ya joinin' up. It ain't nothin' personal, sis, really."

"..." Rhiannon didn't say anything to this.

"...So…where's Aldebrand?" quizzed Axel. "Is he in the Chief's office?"

"He is," the pup answered. "Let's tell him you're back, Ishy. Oh, and that we have new people looking to join," she added, acknowledging Team Elpis, before trotting off deeper into the cavern.

"Let's follow her," Lillian suggested, and the group of five followed the Rockruff.

As they did so, Arian and Elvira got a greater look around the cavern that was the Irian Guild's new location. They could see a few openings to what seemed to be rooms designated for a variety of purposes. Decent lighting was provided via lanterns and luminous orbs, and altogether, it helped to give the place a sense of homeliness.

"It's almost like an underground village," Arian remarked.

"I agree," Elvira replied. "I was a bit worried when I heard the Guild had taken up residence in a cave, but it seems I had nothing to worry about."

"Glad ya like it. …It ain't exactly a swanky place, this," Ishmael replied. "But it's nice enough."

"The old Guild wasn't exactly 'swanky' either," Axel commented. "Mercs like us aren't exactly the type of people living in luxury. Living like that won't prepare you for the rough elements that mercs have to face on their missions."

"As a certain top-drawer moggie had to learn on her first few missions…" mused Ishmael, evidently in knowledge of a fact Arian and Elvira were unaware of.

"Don't mock Serafina for that, Ishmael," Lillian admonished. "You know she hates being called posh. And it won't earn you brownie points with her, making comments like that."

"Yeah, yeah, Mum, I hear ya," the Krokorok retorted. "...Oh, by the way, is she in, sis?" he asked Rhiannon.

"No, she and Natalie went out for a mission," the Rockruff informed. "But they'll be back this evening, I think."

"That's good to hear. Arian and Elvira will get to meet them tonight," Lillian said, before turning to the aforementioned pair to clarify what they were talking about. "...Serafina and Natalie are two other mercenaries here. You'll get to know them when they come back."

"We look forward to meeting them," Elvira replied, optimistic at the prospect of more friends and allies.

Soon, they came to a tall wooden door with a sign on it reading 'Guildmaster's Office'. Ishmael knocked on the door.

"Oi, Aldie, it's us! We're back!" he called. "And we got some new faces lookin' to sign up!"

Shuffling could be heard from inside the room. Then, the door opened.

"...Ah, Team Sandstream. Good to see you," greeted a Turtonator. His voice implied a man of middle age. "Congratulations on your success in Ozerograd. That's wonderful, that the people there no longer have to be tormented by the likes of Hinnerk and the Thorned Roses."

"It was our pleasure, Aldebrand," Lillian replied. "But credit where credit's due, we could never have done such a thing if we weren't helped by Team Elpis."

"Team Elpis?" Aldebrand queried, before his gaze fell on Arian and Elvira. "...Yes…I received the Guildmaster's letter about you two. He claims you were instrumental in bringing Hinnerk to his knees. And…" He looked over to Elvira. "...I see what he said was true. That is you, isn't it, Elvira? Kallias's daughter?"

"Yes. That's me," the Treecko confirmed.

"...Well. Let's not leave you out in the hall, then. Come into the office," the Turtonator permitted, and the fivesome did so, stepping into a fairly large, carved-out room. While the floor and walls were quite primitive, it definitely had the look of an office. An ash desk stood in the middle of the room, on which a stack of papers stood. A chair stood behind it, along with two chairs in front. Against the walls of the room, a few more chairs of varying sizes could be seen, for Pokémon of different sizes. Two presses were present as well, but all in all, for an office, it was humble - perhaps an allusion to the personality of its owner.

"So…the day finally arrives," Aldebrand observed, once all six were sitting down. "Kallias's daughter finally comes to join us. …I do apologise, though, that it has to be while the Guild is like this."

"Don't worry," Elvira assured. "You did what you had to. Don't kick yourself over what happened to the Guild."

"But it could be better than this. It doesn't even live up to its name of the Irian Guild," the Turtonator bemoaned. "I mean…We're hardly in Iria, are we? It's more the Kamengrad Guild now."

"Ain't got the same ring to it," objected Ishmael. "We're still that guild at heart. A lot of the folks with us were in the old one, like you, Aldie. Hell, we were there too! That's why the Chief's still callin' it the Irian Guild. We're not in Iria…but we're still around in spirit."

"...Of course, Ishmael," Aldebrand acknowledged. "It's just that Kallias always used to say that he couldn't wait for the day when his daughter signed up to the Guild. But then the chaos in Iria happened, and the Guild fell apart after that. Then, to top it off, Kallias himself vanished into thin air…Can you blame me for feeling downcast about this?"

"I getcha, Aldie," the Krokorok replied. "But, ya know…ain't no use dwellin' on the past. If we want any wins, we gotta look to the future. And…I reckon these two'll really help us from here."

"They will," Axel affirmed. "Sign them up, Aldebrand. We couldn't have beaten the Thorned Roses without them."

"They're great to work with," Lillian seconded. "Their heart's in the right place, and they work well together, both as a team and with other people. …Granted, they could use some fleshing out of their skill. But that's par for the course with rookies like them. If we help them become stronger, then they could become real assets to our cause."

"...I'm aware. The Guildmaster was equally as full of praise for them as you all are," Aldebrand informed. "You don't need to convince me to make them join us. His approval alone is all we need to sign someone on."

The Turtonator opened one of the desk drawers and brandished a form. He then laid it out in front of Arian and Elvira, and provided them with a pen.

"There is, of course, the creed of the mercenary, and the several rules they must live by if they are to go down this path," Aldebrand listed. "Once you swear to undertake all of those vows, you may give your team name and sign your names down at the bottom."

"...Alright. So…what do we have to swear?" Arian said, as he and Elvira looked over the document Aldebrand had given them.

The Mercenary's Creed

1. To help those in need, whoever they are, wherever they are, with whatever they request: that is the modus operandi of the mercenary.

2. The mercenary's priority, without fail, should always be the mission they have been assigned, and the client they wish to aid. Monetary gain, while a perfectly acceptable reason for becoming a mercenary, should never take precedence over the will to help those in need.

3. The mercenary must never take the life of another. The will to carry out justice will be marred should the mercenary stoop to the levels of the outlaws they pursue.

4. Capability of duty must be something the mercenary keeps in mind. They must know their limits and refrain from challenging missions greater than their rank allows. To elevate a mercenary's rank, through acceptance of missions and strengthening oneself, is ultimately a matter for their Guildmaster to decide.

5. Those who wish to join forces with another and create a mercenary team must always remember the essence of teamwork, and cooperate with their partner in their missions. A chain is only as strong as its weakest link; partners should work to galvanise their collaboration skills, make up for the weaknesses of the other and overcome any differences between them that could lead to conflict.

"...Galvanise their collaboration skills, eh?" Arian noted, upon reading the fifth entry. "Sound logic. Partners that can't cooperate with each other and have nothing in common shouldn't really be on a team together."

"Indeed," agreed Aldebrand. "It's a pity when teams break up due to differences too great to bridge. Hopefully, that doesn't happen to you two."

"Here's hoping it doesn't," wished Elvira. "Hmm…" she murmured, as she looked further down the page.

We vow to undertake the creed of the mercenary and strive to aid the citizens of Ardalion, be they noble or pauper, with their requests. Whatever that request may be, there is no mission we would not accept in the name of helping those in need.

Below this statement lay space to place signatures and write their team name.

"So all we have to do is sign our names at the bottom here?" the Treecko asked. "And then…we're a part of the Guild?"

"Yes," Aldebrand confirmed. "...In truth, were the circumstances more normal, you would have to undergo a beginner's exam. But due to how things have turned out, the process has been more streamlined. And according to the Guildmaster, your victory over Hinnerk and your completion of prior tasks more than prove your capability of teamwork and dedication towards helping those in need. He therefore feels there is no need to trial you to assess your proficiency as a mercenary."

"Great. No need for any more waiting around," Arian said eagerly. "Come on, Elvira. Let's sign our names and officially become a part of the Irian Guild!"

"...Okay." Conviction entered Elvira's voice as she picked up the pen and wrote 'Elvira' at the bottom. Then she handed the pen to Arian.

"Sign your name there," she said, indicating to the remaining blank on the form.

"Alright," the Riolu said. But when he tried to pick the pen up and grip it, he was suddenly reminded of a problem he'd experienced back at Elvira's house when they were coming up with team names.

"...Oh. Right…"

"...Is something wrong?" Aldebrand asked, somewhat confused. "Can you hold the pen?"

"...Kind of. I just need a minute," Arian replied. "...Damn paws…Can't hold a pen properly with them."

"...What?" a befuddled Axel commented. "No offence, Arian, but it's almost like you've never held a pen before. …Can you even write?"

"Well, you see...Arian's situation is…peculiar," Elvira explained, while looking to her partner with a hesitant look. The Riolu, still working to find an adequate position to rest the pen on his right paw, caught her look and understood what she was asking.

Should I reveal it?

He nodded. Tell them.

"How so?" pondered Aldebrand.

"There's…no simple way of saying this. And I know what I'm about to say may sound unbelievable…" Elvira replied, trying to predict the eventual reaction of those in the room. "But Arian…he claims that he was once a human."

As predicted, everyone's expressions morphed into ones of confusion at the Treecko's statement.

"A human?" Rhiannon said, cocking her head. "...But…I thought humans only existed in fairytales. Don't they, Ishy?"

"Yeah. …That's what I thought, anyway," her brother replied. "A human? Ya sure 'bout that, Arry?"

"...Yes," the Riolu replied.

"But I thought you had amnesia?" Axel queried. "How do you remember being a human then?"

"And why didn't you tell us this before?" Lillian added.

"I don't know how I know that I was a human once," Arian responded to Axel's question, admittedly annoyed that he couldn't produce any definitive evidence to back his claim up. "But I definitely was. I swear I'm not lying to you."

"...A human once…" murmured Aldebrand, looking down at the Riolu. "Hmmm…I'm not saying you're not lying, Arian. But…with respect, it doesn't sound like the most believable story."

"...I had a feeling you would say that," Arian replied, slight disappointment evident in his voice. "That's why I never said anything about it back in town. I was afraid people would think I was mad or something if I said I was human. I mean…it's like Aldebrand said. It sounds ridiculous, doesn't it? Something like that could be something that could turn away allies and give enemies useful ammo to attack me with. I'd…rather not have that, especially if I'm going to be a mercenary who helps people. I don't know if many clients would be comfortable entrusting their requests with someone who has a screw loose."

"W-We didn't mean it like that, Arian," Lillian said. "We don't think you're mad. It's just like Aldebrand said; it's not the easiest thing to believe without some sort of proof." Notably though, a tinge of guilt laced her tone after hearing Arian's reasoning. "So that's why you never said anything…"

"Well…the fact that Arian can't grip a pen properly is proof enough, isn't it?" Elvira pointed out. "Anyone in his position would easily be able to write, even a child. And yet Arian's clearly struggling…almost as if he's not used to holding a pen in this way. He'd be far more used to holding a pen in his hand like he once did as a human. Why would he be struggling with something so simple?"

"...Good point," Axel agreed. "And I mean…what does it change, really? As long as you're still helpful to us, then I don't think it really matters whether you're human or not."

"Yeah," said Ishmael in agreement. "It don't matter at all. Yer still a good friend and ally. Might be a bit weird, sayin' yer human, but…nothin' wrong with it. And I bet the Chief'll be the same."

"Does the Guildmaster know of this?" inquired Aldebrand.

"No," Arian denied. "Like I said, I didn't want to say I was human in front of Melchior, for the same reasons as before. I didn't want him to think I was a bit…daft."

"The Guildmaster's not like that," the Turtonator replied, shaking his head. "He wouldn't judge you so easily. At worst, he'll be like we are today. But I think he'll have no problem believing your story, Arian."

"...That's good to hear," the Riolu said, a bit relieved. "But still…I'd rather not parade around the fact that I'm human. I don't want to make an unnecessary target of myself. Maybe…don't keep it a complete secret, but don't go telling it to everyone you meet. I don't want 'being a human' to be the only thing I'm known for. …If you get my drift."

"I getcha, Arry," Ishmael assured. "Don't worry, we ain't gonna blab about it. Yer secret's safe with us."

"...Thanks, Ishmael."

"Ah…but if we could get back to this," Aldebrand reminded, pointing to the form. "You still haven't signed your name on the form, Arian."

"I know," Arian replied. "Just…give me a minute." He went to pick up the pen, and tried his best to hold it in his right paw. It proved more difficult than expected, to the point that he had to use his other paw to balance it enough for him to write his name on the line.

"...There," he said, after scrawling 'Arian' on the form. He grimaced when he saw his signature next to Elvira. "...Ugh. That's…not great."

"You did well," Elvira encouraged. "Messy or not, a signature's a signature. I'll handle the rest." Arian handed her the pen and she took it, writing the words, 'the founders of Team Elpis.' "And with that…we're initiated, are we?"

"Indeed, you are," Aldebrand confirmed. "But we mustn't forget the most important thing." He dug into the desk drawer and brought out two small items which he slid across the desk to the duo.

"...Badges?" noted Arian.

"Not just any badges," Elvira told him. "Mercenary's badges. These are special badges which help us on our missions. They're a great help in extracting people from Mystery Dungeons on rescue missions. …You'll see them in action when we do missions."

"...I see Kallias taught you well. You look to know their purpose already," Aldebrand replied. "I would say wear them with honour, but…for the sake of keeping us a secret, it would be best not to do that. But keep them on your person. As Elvira said, they're very useful for those who delve into Mystery Dungeons. You'll be doing that a lot as mercenaries going forward.

"But I digress. Welcome to the Irian Guild, Team Elpis," the Turtonator congratulated. "I am Aldebrand, the main cook and temporary guardian of the Irian Guild while Guildmaster Melchior is away."

"The cook? …Well, I look forward to having meals cooked by you, then," Arian returned. "I hope they're good."

"They are," Lillian replied. "Aldebrand's one of the best cooks out there. You won't be disappointed."

"Thank you very much, Lillian," the Turtonator said in response. "...Now. Rhiannon, while you're here, I'd like you to run an errand. Get the items on this list from the market for dinner tonight." He handed a slip of paper to the Rockruff, who caught it in her jaws and nodded to him, before trotting out of the room.

"And as for you four…would you kindly show Team Elpis around the Guild?"

"Sure thing, Aldie," Ishmael accepted. "Come on, then. Let's show the two of ya this lovely place and the little posse we got workin' 'ere."

"Now…I gotta be honest with ya," Ishmael said, as they walked out of the office. "The guild ain't exactly big. So don't be expectin' a castle or tons of secret tunnels or anything like that."

"...That's fine by me," Elvira approved. "The old guild wasn't that big either, and Dad preferred it that way." She chuckled as she remembered an anecdote from the past. "He once complained that Iria Castle had too many hallways, and knights getting lost in them was why they were more inefficient compared to mercenaries."

"Ha! Too right!" the Krokorok concurred. "Those stuck-up knights don't care enough for the small man. The mercs pick up that work and get the credit, and they're annoyed we get the praise? …Tch," he then spat. "No wonder they were in a tizzy when the ol' tsar bit the dust."

"...And we weren't?" Lillian pointed out. "There wasn't a single one of us who wasn't shocked to hear the tsar had been assassinated. That's not the kind of thing that happens every day, and when it does, it's meant to be a bolt from the blue. Honestly, if we weren't caught off guard, that might be a bit worrying."

"...Guess yer right. Still…" Ishmael still had a bitter look in his eyes. "If only they'd done their job properly, then Selenia wouldn't be in this mess."

"Well, let's not stew about what did and didn't happen in the past," the Sandslash said, in an attempt to divert the conversation's course. "Stick to the present, Ish. We need to show Team Elpis around the Guild."

"...Right," Ishmael replied. "...So…where to first?"

They had arrived back at the central area of the Guild. Looking around, Arian and Elvira saw multiple ways to go. Notably, though, they noticed two boards hanging up on the wall to the right, between two exits. In front of it was a desk, and behind it sat a Galvantula, who was gazing at a piece of parchment with one of its mandibles.

"Who's that over there?" Arian asked.

"That's Sifis. He manages the notice boards, and the missions we're given," Axel answered. "…Hey, Sif!" he called out to the Galvantula. "Meet the newbies who'll be joining us!"

"Hm?" Sifis looked up from the parchment. "Oh…I saw you two earlier. So you're part of our Guild now, eh? Congratulations! What are your names?"

"Arian."

"Elvira."

"Well then, Arian and Elvira," the Galvantula said. "You'll be seeing me and these two boards a lot during your time as mercs here. This board on the left here is the Job Bulletin Board, where people request us to help them with various tasks or to locate missing people. That's probably where you'll be starting. Newbies always start off with the simple, low-value requests. Then on the right, we have the Outlaw Notice Board, where the dregs of society are listed for us to hunt down and capture. Some are petty, like thieves or vandals, while others are…a bit more dangerous than that." He cast a look toward a poster of a Toxicroak, with a sizeable bounty of 3,000P. "Yeah…No one's willing to touch that one. It's been up there for a while. Newbies like you wouldn't have the slightest chance against someone like her."

"The more pricey the bounty, the more dangerous they usually are as an outlaw," Lillian explained. "Either that, or the crime they've committed is treason or something as grave as that. But those would be specially requested by the nobility or the tsar, and they'd have a special kind of classification. And because of their high stakes, it was only really the experienced teams that would have a stab at them …Obviously, given our current underground status…those aren't really a thing any more."

"...I see," Arian replied. "...Hm. That's rather convenient," he then noticed. "That's the exit right there." He pointed to the nearest exit. "This is right next to the way out, so we can just pick a mission and go without much waiting around."

"Glad you noticed," Sifis said. "That was the way it was in the old Guild, and Guildmaster Melchior kept it on here. Good design and ingenuity - that's what makes us efficient here in the Irian Guild. And we intend to follow the old one's legacy every step of the way."

"Exactly as we should. ...But anyway. Let's move on," Ishmael said. "That way." He indicated to the group's right, and the fivesome walked in that direction.

"This is the mess hall, where we eat our food," Lillian said, as they walked into what looked like a dining room, with a long table and many chairs. As it had been in the office, a number of differently sized chairs lay off to the side, for Pokémon of varying sizes.

"And back there's the kitchen," Axel added. "Normally, Aldebrand would be there, or out getting food for meals. But I guess he's playing double duty now."

"...By the way, when's dinner gonna be?" Arian asked.

"Not for another bit," Ishmael told him. "It's still daytime. A bit after midday, I think."

"...So not for another while, then. …Okay then. Where to next?"

"Well, we've seen the mess hall. Now onto other places." Ishmael turned and left, followed by his fellow mercenaries. They passed by Sifis in the main area again, and went to the passage directly across from them.

Right next to that exit was a room with a wooden door. On it was a sign that read 'Infirmary'. Ishmael knocked on the door, and after a few seconds, the door was opened by a bipedal pink-and-cream furred Pokémon with bright blue eyes.

"Team Sandstream?" the Audino said. "What's wrong? Is someone injured?"

"No, there isn't," Axel responded. "We're showing new recruits around the base, that's all."

"Arian, Elvira, meet our nurse, Raya," Lillian introduced. "If you ever need medical assistance, she's the one to head to."

"...Right. We'll keep that in mind," Elvira said. "Nice to meet you, Raya."

"And you too," the Audino returned. "Now then…are you well, the two of you?"

"Hm? …Um, yes," the Treecko replied. "We're both fine, Arian and I."

"Are you certain?" Raya double-checked. "No aches or pains anywhere? No sniffles? No shivery feelings?"

"...No, none of those," Arian answered, feeling a slight reluctant irritance come over him. I know she's just checking on us, but…we don't look in any way sick, do we? "We're fine, really. Genuinely, we're both alright."

"...If you insist," the Audino conceded, though the worry had not faded from her eyes. "But the second you feel in any way off, come to me. Don't let your ailments worsen. And that goes for you three as well."

"Yes, yes, we know. We'll call ya if we're a bit iffy," Ishmael replied. "Good seein' ya. But we gotta keep showin' these two around, so if ya don't mind…" He put his claws on the door, and moved to close it.

"I understand. I won't keep you, then." Raya took the door and closed it behind her as she headed back into the infirmary.

"...Well…at least we got outta that one," the crocodile said, once they had moved away from the infirmary. "I swear, it can take forever to convince her yer alright…"

"You know she's just looking out for us," Lillian said. "Better her than someone who doesn't care for our wellbeing."

"And she seemed pretty nice," Arian added.

"True," seconded Elvira, before adding, "If a bit overbearing…"

"Tell me about it," Axel said in agreement. "The living definition of a hypochondriac…That's our Raya. But Lillian's right. Better we have someone who cares for our health obsessively than no one at all."

"Anyway…shall we move on?" the Sandslash herself said. "Onward to the dojo."

They continued travelling down the path. As they travelled down it, Arian's ears suddenly pricked, hearing a curious sound.

Is that…flowing water? …Down here?

They soon came to another notable area of the cavern. Several training dummies were laid out along the floor, and training mats lay in front of each dummy. The sound's origin was also revealed, and it was as Arian suspected; a stream was visible from the training area, and by the looks of it, ran through the cavern.

"This is the dojo," Axel said. "If you ever want to train to get stronger or let off some steam, this is the place to go."

"Or meditate," Ishmael added. "'Cause that's all our dojo master ever does."

"...Where is he, for that matter?" Lillian asked. "Where's Galen?"

"Probably where he usually is, below the waterfall," the Krokorok replied. "We'll go get 'im. Luckily, there's a path along the stream."

"Waterfall?" Elvira said curiously.

"Yeah, there's an underground waterfall in 'ere," Ishmael confirmed. "It's to do with the perma-wotsit of the Karstlands that means rivers go underground. Ya'll see it when we get there. It's just at the back of there."

They walked across the dojo and up a path. After a short walk, they came to the aforementioned waterfall. However…Arian was admittedly underwhelmed by what he saw. It wasn't a big torrent of grandeur like he imagined, but a more modest, steadier flow through the small subterranean stream.

Notably, though, he could see a humanoid figure, a Medicham specifically, meditating beneath the waterfall. His eyes were closed, shut off to the world outside him, perfectly at peace, beautifully connected with his inner thoughts, with a feeling that no rude interruptions could possibly break this still moment of -

"Oi, Galen!"

"Gah!" The Fighting-type's peaceful morphed to one of startlement, then fury. "I have made it clear to you one too many times; do not interrupt my meditation unless it's an emergency! And is it?!"

"...Nah," the Krokorok denied. "I just wanted to tell ya that we got a new team on board. They're Arian and Elvira of Team Elpis."

"...I can see that," Galen returned crossly, before his gaze turned to the two new faces. "It's good to meet you two. But I'm afraid we'll have to continue the introductions another time, because of a certain tactless reptile who dares to interrupt my meditation." He glared at Ishmael. "Begone, you."

"...Fine, fine," the crocodile accepted. "Catch ya later, grumpy-pants." And with that, he turned and left.

"That was…pretty rude," commented Arian. "Did he need to be so fierce?"

"Well, would you be pleased with someone if they woke you from your sleep for seemingly no reason?" Elvira reasoned. "I don't blame him for being angry with you, Ishmael. We could've waited to be introduced to him when he wouldn't be meditating."

"...Yeah, but then he'd be annoyed 'cause he didn't hear about the two of ya joinin'," Ishmael countered. "That's the kind of bloke he is. There's no winnin' with Galen, sometimes. That man and his meditation…"

"Still, that doesn't mean you should give him a hard time," chastised Lillian. "We all have things that irk us, and that just happens to be one of Galen's."

"...Whatever. Let's just move on."

By the path to the guildmaster's office lay a passage that descended downwards. Ishmael headed down that path, followed by his comrades. They soon came to an area with multiple wooden doors.

"And down 'ere, we got our dorms," the Krokorok elaborated. "…That's our room, there," he pointed out. "That's Team Anima's, that's Team Mindfist's, that's the Chief's, that's Aldie's, that's Sifis's, and that's Galen's. And then we've got a few spare rooms in this lot. We ain't got a problem fittin' the two of ya in."

"That's good news," Elvira replied. "We'd hate to impose by having to stay in someone else's room."

"It wouldn't matter too much," Axel dismissed. "I know Serafina wouldn't mind having to bunk with two newcomers."

"Yeah, she wouldn't mind at all," the Krokorok agreed. "But at least she'd be a better roommate than a certain little green tyke…"

"Oh, for the love of…Not this again, Ishmael," groaned Lillian. "You and Terran have been at one another's throats for ages. When will you two give it a rest?"

"When he stops bein' a pain in the arse," Ishmael said. "I'll be nice to 'im when he's nice to me. But he's a complete asshole to everyone! Watch out for 'im, Arry and El. Betcha a thousand Poké he'll treat ya like crap."

"More like you'll treat them like crap," another voice scathingly responded. "Especially with the way you're lying to them right now."

All turned in the direction of the new voice, and Arian and Elvira came across an unfamiliar face. It was a small green Pokémon with triangular black markings across its skin, red scales on its belly, and at the minute, it had a steely glare locked on Ishmael.

"A Larvitar?" Elvira said. "Wait a minute...I know you..."

"...Well, speak of the little devil himself," the Krokorok spat, glaring back at the new arrival.

"Says the shoddy croc," the Larvitar countered. "What are you up to, anyway? Pulling fast ones on the newbies, are you?"

"Like ya'd do any better," Ishmael snapped. "What about ya? Cleanin' tables 'til they're like freakin' mirrors again, are ya?"

"No, because unlike you, I'm actually being productive," snapped the Larvitar. "I've been preparing the rooms for these two, and just finished there. …Argh! I was in a good mood too! But you being here has completely spoiled it!"

"A good mood? Didn't think ya knew what that was," mocked the crocodile. "'Sides, I'm not an asshat to everyone, unlike a certain green gremlin standin' right in front of me."

"Humph!" the Larvitar expressed annoyedly. "Prat."

"Git."

"Scalebag!"

"Shortarse!"

"Ishmael! Terran! Enough, you two! Give it a rest!" Lillian shouted, getting between the two of them before it could break out into fisticuffs. "You can continue this another time, but not in front of our new arrivals! Is that the image we want to give to them?"

"He started it," the Larvitar, now known as Terran, responded, pointing at Ishmael accusingly.

"I don't care," the Sandslash replied sternly. "This isn't appropriate behaviour, especially while we're showing a new team around. It gives us a bad name. …Ishmael, go blow off some steam. We need one of you to separate."

"...Fine," the Krokorok growled. "I'll go." And with that, he left.

"...Geez. That got pretty heated," Arian commented. "I think it's best not to ask what's exactly going on between you two."

"...Maybe another time," Elvira said, betraying her curiosity to know. "But anyway…it's nice to see you again, Terran."

"...Me too, I guess," the Larvitar shrugged. However, Arian did notice his hardened expression soften a bit. Only slightly, but…

"Again?" Arian turned to his partner, noting what was said. "You two know each other?"

"Not really. We only met once," Terran replied. "She's Kallias' kid. We met for dinner once. …That's all. Not a deep connection." He then turned to the Riolu. "And you're Arian, obviously. And both of you are Team Elpis. Your room's over there, third door on the right. Nothing special about it; two beds, a desk and a bookshelf. Par for the course for mercs. …Now then. I've got more duties to do, so if you could move aside..." The group did so, and the Larvitar made his way up.

"...He does not mince words," Arian said, breaking a short silence that had developed. "I definitely didn't expect such a…blunt delivery."

"You can say that again," muttered Axel. "He doesn't like conversations, and doesn't like it when people drag out conversations either. And there's me thinking we in Team Sandstream were blunt. Honestly, Terran makes us three look like the most verbose nobles in the world."

"...You're right, Axel. He means well, but…he can be quite rude and abrasive," Lillian admitted. "...You two will just have to get used to him, I'm afraid."

"...I guess that's what Dad warned me about," Elvira then murmured. Arian noticed the expression of what seemed to be a bit of hurt.

"What your dad warned you about?" Arian inquired. "Elvira, what do you mean?"

"...It's a bit of a long story," the Treecko replied. "I'd like to see our room first. We can talk about that another time."

"...Right, if you say so."

The two walked into the room Terran had indicated earlier. Upon opening the door, they were greeted with a fairly simple room. Two bedrolls lay next to one another, and a desk lay next to the one on the right. Paper and pencils were provided for them, and two chairs lay next to the desk. On the opposite side of the room lay a small bookshelf with a few books on it.

"...Hm. Not bad," Arian remarked, as he looked around where he would be staying. "I could get used to this."

"It's a bit like ours," Axel observed. "It's pretty much the same, only ours is a bit bigger because there's three of us."

"It's not what you'd call luxurious," Lillian cautioned. "This is the standard for us mercenaries."

"...But that's fine," Elvira replied. "I didn't want an extravagant room. Part of the fear I had of joining was that I would be given special treatment and given honours of luxury I don't deserve, just because I'm related to Fernblade Kallias. I want the same as everyone else. No special treatment. …Thankfully my prayers were answered."

"So…is that everywhere in the Guild?" Arian asked.

"It is, actually. We've shown you pretty much all the important areas you need to know," Lillian answered. "But we're not done yet. There's one more thing we have to show off to you before we leave you to do your own thing."

"And that is…?" Elvira queried.

"We're going above ground for this one," Axel said. " Now…we go and tour the merchants."

"They're a lifeline to us," Lillian was saying, as she, Axel and Team Elpis emerged from the well. "Whether here or in Iria, the Guild simply would not function without the vital aid of the merchants that are allied to us."

"Might be overstatin' that a bit," Ishmael said, who had rejoined the group after his prior anger over the encounter with Terran had subsided after beating into a few dummies in Galen's dojo. "But yeah, they're a real help to us. We'd probably still work, but…it'd be a lot 'arder without 'em."

"They used to have their own shops and a street to themselves when we were back in Iria," Lillian went on. "Here, though, they don't have that luxury, given Kamengrad's smaller size. But they're travelling merchants, most of them. They're used to having to adjust for certain towns."

"Can't say I blame some of them for grumbling," Axel replied. "But just as we have to make do, so do they."

They walked while they talked, and had reached the town's square. Ahead of them was the street of merchants' stalls that Arian had seen earlier. The group made their way towards it.

"So…first up," Ishmael began, as he gestured to a tent shaped like a green chameleon that was run by two chameleons, one green and one purple, who looked just like their tent. "We've got ourselves the Kecleon Shop. They sell ya yer basic adventurin' stuff, like seeds, orbs, berries and stuff like that."

"The green Kecleon, Jacob, handles the basic necessities," Lillian elaborated. "But the purple Kecleon, Esau, handles the selling of TMs and other rare items. They're rather well known. They have a network of fellow Kecleon merchants that run across Ardalion. You'll find a Kecleon Shop in most places, and sometimes you might even find Kecleon merchants in Mystery Dungeons. They have quite a reputation across Ardalion."

"Top tip, though," Axel said, lowering his voice as a serious look came into his eyes. "Do not, whatever you do, steal from them. Trust me; don't even think about it."

"I…wasn't going to," Arian replied, somewhat confused as to the bat's sudden seriousness. "...Is there more to this? Of course, stealing's a crime, but…why are you acting that way, Axel?"

"I think I know," Elvira said. "Dad told me about this, too. …They say great misfortune befalls anyone who dares to steal from a Kecleon Shop. I don't know what exactly happens, but…Dad had the same kind of look in his eyes that Axel has now when he told me that."

"...You make them sound like some kind of evil spirit," the Riolu said. "They're not that bad, are they?"

"I'm not willin' to find out," Ishmael refused. "Even if those rumours are tosh, stealin's bad, anyway. I ain't putin' my rep on the line for somethin' like that."

"Same here," Lillian seconded. "Don't steal from the Kecleon Shop. Period. We were warned for a reason. Let's not ask questions why."

"...Okay. Point taken," Arian said, though he was admittedly still curious about the rumours about stealing from the Kecleon Shop. "...Maybe let's move on?"

"Yeah, let's do that," agreed Ishmael. His attention turned to the next stall, run by what looked like a floating keychain. "Right then. Next we've got the Klefki Bank. It's run by a nice fella called Alexei. He'll store yer cash for ya if ya've got a bit too much on ya."

"Klefki Bank? …There was a place like that in Ozerograd, wasn't there?" Arian asked Elvira.

"There was," Elvira affirmed. "Klefki Banks are like Kecleon Shops; you'll find them in most places. Not quite to the extent of Mystery Dungeons like Kecleon Shops, but they're still plentiful nonetheless."

"So a bank. …Alright. What's next?" Arian asked, looking further down the street.

"Now we have my favourite shop along here," Lillian said. "The Kangaskhan Storage." With an evident spring in her step, she headed towards the tent shaped like a Kangaskhan's head, Arian recognising it from the statue he'd seen before in Rolling Hills.

"Ah, Lillian! Good to see you!" the warm, motherly voice of the stall's owner greeted as Arian, Axel, Elvira and Ishmael walked in behind Lillian.

"Hello, Auntie," the Sandslash returned, drawing a confused look from Arian. "I've got some new people to introduce you to. These two are Arian and Elvira, and they've just joined the Irian Guild."

"Oh, how wonderful!" the Kangaskhan celebrated joyfully. "It's a pleasure to meet the two of you. Are you working together as a team?"

"...Er, yes," Arian replied, still a bit befuddled by Lillian's earlier statement. "We're Team Elpis, Elvira and I."

"What a lovely name," praised the Kangaskhan. She then noticed the queer expression on the Riolu's face. "Something wrong, dearie?"

"...N-No, I'm fine. It's just…" Arian looked to Lillian, and then back to the Kangaskhan. "...Are you two related?"

"Related?" Lillian said. Beside her, Ishmael and Axel both fought to contain what seemed to be laughter. "Oh no, not at all! We're not related."

"But…you called her Auntie," the Riolu uttered, more confused than ever.

"It's just a nickname, dearie. It's what everyone calls me," the Kangaskhan explained. "My real name's Kassandra, in case you were wondering. But you can call me Auntie too, dearie."

"...Okay, then…Auntie," Arian said, finding the word a tad strange to say for someone he probably didn't have relations with. "So you…store items here? Does it have anything to do with the Kangaskhan Rock we saw in Rolling Hills?"

"It does," Kassandra answered. "Items stored in those rocks make their way to my storage. And those items can be withdrawn later by the people who deposited them. …It's interesting that you bring up Rolling HIlls. I happened to receive an item from the rock there earlier today, with no idea who exactly it belongs to."

"Oh! That's ours, I think. It's an oran berry," Arian revealed. "I put it into the rock's pouch, and it disappeared. …Is it here?"

"Indeed it is." Kassandra broke off from the conversation to disappear into her tent. A moment later, she returned with an oran berry. "There you go."

"...It's the same one," the mystified Riolu said, as he took the berry. "But how? How does that work? How does it get transported from Rolling Hills to here?"

"Sorry, dearie. Trade secret," Kassandra apologised. "But you're free to avail of my services anytime you wish."

"...Okay then," Arian said, as he turned to leave. "It was good meeting you…Auntie."

"You too, dearie. Have a nice day!" the Kangaskhan wished, as the group walked away from her tent.

"...Now do you see why I like her so much?" Lillian asked.

"I guess," the Riolu replied. "Still, though…Auntie. That's going to take a bit of getting used to, calling her that."

"...Nothin' wrong with it," Ishmael reasoned. "'Sides, I've heard much worse nicknames people call 'emselves. At least Auntie's a reassurin' name that makes ya feel warm inside. She does have that kinda effect on ya."

"I agree," Elvira seconded. "I'll look forward to going back to her."

"No doubt you will," Lillian said. "Now…where's next?" She looked over at the next tent, and her face dropped in an instant. "...Oh. There."

"Yeah, that's…the locksmith's," Axel informed, his expression bearing a similar reluctance to the Sandslash's. "A Banette called Julius runs it. Julius's Appraisal, it's called."

"A locksmith's?" Arian inquired. "But what particular use would a locksmith's be to a mercenary?"

"Sometimes, when yer in Dungeons, ya come across small treasure boxes," Ishmael explained. "Only particular keys can unlock 'em, and where better to get one from than a locksmith? Folks like Julius'll unlock 'em for ya for some cash."

"It's a good service," Lillian said, before a peeved look crossed her face. "Bit of a shame the man himself is a bit…overzealous when it comes to his job."

"Overzealous? In what way?" Elvira asked, before her question was answered for her.

"Ah! Team Sandstream!" a sinister voice sounded from the Banette-looking tent, as the Marionette Pokémon himself stepped out from it. "Have you got any lovely boxes for me to cut open like a knife through butter? My knives have an appetite to whet, you know…" His equally eerie grin grew as he uttered these words.

"Nah, mate, we don't 'ave anythin'," Ishmael replied. "Sorry 'bout that."

"...Damnation," hissed the Banette in disappointment. "I suppose I'll have to return to the practice boxes again..." He retreated to his tent with a huff.

"...See what I mean?" Lillian said, once he was gone. "The way he talks about cutting upon treasure boxes like they're something to suck the life out of…How do you not find that creepy, Ishmael?"

"He's a good'un," the Krokorok defended. "He ain't like an outlaw. He ain't got a bad bone in his body, I promise ya. Might seem a bit freaky at first, but there ain't nothin' wrong with 'im."

"...If you insist," Elvira replied. "We'll give him the business if we find any treasure boxes." She looked back at the street before them, and the merchants they had passed. "...Is that all of them?"

"Well, not yet. One more place," Ishmael answered. "It's up a bit further, away from this lot."

They continued a bit further down the street. It was something of a surprise to Arian that from this location, the edge of town was visible. Not an overly large town, then, he mused. But then it's not like a town has to be large to be good.

"And here we are," Ishmael announced, snapping Arian's attention back to their tour. "This is the Kamengrad branch of the Tropius Carriers."

The Riolu looked at the building before them. By the looks of it, it seemed to be a post office, with the building painted green and brown to represent Tropius's colouration. Looking in through the windows, he could see a reception desk where a few customers stood in line to send parcels to friends or loved ones.

"Oh, this is good," Elvira said happily. "So this is where the Tropius Carrier branch is for here. Now I know where to go when I want to send letters back to Mom."

"Oh yeah…You did say you were going to do that," Arian replied, being reminded of what his partner had said as they were saying goodbye to Zenobia. "When are you going to write to her?"

"Soon. Not right away - maybe once we get into the routine of doing missions and have been here for a while."

"That's good for you, then," Lillian smiled. "It's always good to keep in touch with your loved ones. Especially when they're not living next door to you. …I should probably do the same with Mom and Dad. But I'll take a leaf out of Elvira's book and wait a bit before writing. We did only see them earlier today, after all."

"Well, that's all in the way of shops," Ishmael said. "But…we'll tour ya around the rest of the town as well. That way, ya get to know all the people and places to go if ya 'ave a bit of downtime."

And that was what most of the afternoon was spent on; Team Sandstream touring Team Elpis around Kamengrad. It was a quaint little town, one of stillness and serenity. And while Arian and Elvira were never referred to as new recruits for the Guild in respect to the Guild's secrecy, those that knew the truth and kept it under wraps were encouraging and wished the pair well going forward.

They were a supportive, positive people, and that brought reassurance to Team Elpis. To be around such a community could only be a good thing. They would have little fear of being sold out or betrayed here, they thought.

And so, it was with a chipper mood by evening that the two descended into the Guild. The smells of tantalising food being cooked greeted the duo as they walked into the assembly area, giving the caverns a sense of homeliness.

One thought went through Arian's head.

…I made a good choice, siding with these people.

Notes

And now we get to the Guild itself, where we meet a whole host of new faces. We'll get to know them over the next few chapters, and meet some more new characters related to the Guild.

Kamengrad and the Karstlands are based in many ways on the Burren, Ireland, with the karst landscape and various aspects of the geological formations there reimagined here.

The shops are mostly based on previous Mystery Dungeon entries. I haven't included the Link Shop among them; not that it won't appear, but I intend for that duty to be Galen's, and a service within the Guild itself rather than something a merchant offers.

And Kassandra's nickname being Auntie is a reference to the Mystery Dungeon Rescue Team anime, where Kangaskhan is referred to as 'Auntie Kangaskhan.' It was an affectionate nickname that I wanted to bring in here.

That's all I can think of for now. Thanks for reading.

Arukona · Oct 15, 2022

Chapter 12
Uncomfortable Truths

"...So what missions do the two of you plan to do today?"

That was the question of Serafina as Arian and Elvira were eating breakfast in the mess hall. It was the next morning, and after a lively dinner and a good night's sleep, the two newly initiated mercenaries at the Irian Guild were having breakfast with two fellow mercenaries.

The mercenaries in question were Team Anima, a pair consisting of Serafina, a Meowstic, and Natalie, a Ledian. They had met them at dinner last night, and had quickly gleaned the basics of the respective members.

Art by Kitsu_19.

Serafina was from a noble background, as detected by her silver-spoon accent. But she was honest and earnest in her will to be a mercenary, and spoke of the need to help the common citizenry of Selenia in difficult times such as they were at present, a sentiment Team Elpis shared. Beyond that, she was talkative, and was a frequent asker of questions, eager to know the details and interests of her new colleagues.

By contrast, Natalie was not like this. She was nearly the exact opposite; quiet, reserved and someone who only chimed in on the odd occasion. This was mostly seen at last night's dinner, where Serafina did most of the talking, and she really only spoke in introducing herself and when she was posed a question. Another striking difference between the pair was that while Serafina spoke with a refined, elegant accent, Natalie spoke with the accent of what Arian had later called a 'southern drawl' (much to the confusion of his partner, who chalked it up to being a 'human term'). Both girls were from the Karelia oblast, a rural region in Selenia on the west coast of Ardalion, and both had forged a strong friendship, despite their difference in class.

"Oh…we're probably going to keep it simple today, I think," Elvira answered. "We're only new, after all; it wouldn't do to overestimate our abilities."

"A wise choice," Serafina commended. "That is part of the Mercenary's Creed, after all; not overestimating what one is capable of. We are only mortal, after all. And even if we in Team Anima have attained Silver Rank, I admit that I still baulk at tougher missions."

"Which is perfectly alright," Elvira replied, after eating into a pancake topped with diced pecha berries. "Not everyone can be fearless. Some missions, even to the most seasoned of veterans, can be truly daunting. My dad's had his fair share of missions like that."

"Even Fernblade Kallias?" That was a fact that when revealed last night to her, made the Meowstic's eyes shine in admiration and excitedly ask Elvira what growing up with the hero as her father was like. Now, she reacted with surprise at what the Treecko was saying.

"Dad and Melchior were very brave when it came to taking on missions," Elvira told her. "But to say they could tackle any mission they were presented with would be wrong. Even they found there were missions that they couldn't handle. …It taught me that even the most lauded of heroes are far from invincible. Dad himself insisted I saw it that way. Even he had shortcomings from time to time."

"A fair point," agreed Serafina. "But regarding your own capabilities, I would personally think the two of you would be able for missions beyond what Normal Rank offers. Being able to defeat Hinnerk, the leader of the Thorned Roses…that is no small feat. A sterling achievement, to be sure."

"Yeah," piped up Natalie. "Couldn't imagine doin' anythin' like that…"

"It was hardly easy, though," Arian pointed out. "And it wasn't like we set out that morning with the intent to defeat him."

"That does not downplay your accomplishment," Serafina returned. "...But I am now fully curious. How did the pair of you, with Team Sandstream's aid, manage to triumph over the boss of the Thorned Roses?"

"...That's quite a story," Elvira replied, just as she finished the end of her breakfast. "And as much as I would love to tell it to you here…I wouldn't like to leave today's mission waiting. …Another time, perhaps."

"...Of course," the noblewoman accepted. "I look forward to hearing that tale when you want to tell it. Oh, and good luck with today!" she wished, as Team Elpis got to their feet with their trays in hand.

Arian and Elvira gave the trays to Aldebrand, who returned them to the kitchen to be washed and cleaned. They then went to the main hub, where Sifis was sorting through mission requests, as he was the day prior. He turned around when he saw the duo approach.

"Hey, you two," he greeted. "What do you feel like taking on today?"

"Hmm…" Elvira looked between the two boards. "...I don't feel like taking on outlaws today. I feel more like doing a mission request. Does that suit you, Arian?

"Sure," the Riolu accepted. "Now then…what do we have for us in Normal Rank?"

"...Well, there's a few," the Galvantula informed. "Most of them are what you'd expect - lost items and hunts for treasure. But there's one that came in just this morning. This one here." He reached for the piece of parchment in question, and unstuck it from the board, before placing it on the desk in front of him.

"Let's see…" Elvira looked it over.

My wife Gráinne (Flygon) went to Scree Canyon yesterday to collect herbs for medicine, but she hasn't returned yet. I implore you, Irian Guild - please find her!

- Diarmuid (Gliscor)
- Location: Scree Canyon (5F)
- Reward: 100P

"Hmm…The reward is 100P," Elvira noted. "And…it claims that this Gráinne they want us to find is on the fifth floor of the Dungeon."

"Sounds easy enough," observed Arian. "Alright, we'll do it."

"Good. Take the leaflet with you," Sifis instructed, handing the pair the parchment. "Scree Canyon…that's not too far from here. It's marked on your map where exactly it is."

The Guild had provided Team Elpis with a map of Selenia, and upon taking it out, Elvira saw it marked on the map, near the tsardom's eastern fringe and in the foothills of the Empyrean Mountains.

"True, that isn't far from here," Elvira remarked, noting the Dungeon's short enough distance from Kamengrad. "We might even get to knock out another mission today, depending on how quickly we get this one done."

"Well, let's not waste any more time, then," Arian said with feeling. "Come on, Elvira! Let's head out!"

"You've got some spunk, kid. I like that," complimented Sifis. "...Go on then, Elvira. Follow your partner."

"...Very well," Elvira replied, finding herself unable to suppress a smile at her partner's exuberance.

…A good choice of partner, indeed.

"...Whoa…Those mountains are huge…"

After stocking up on items at the Kecleon Shop in Kamengrad, Arian and Elvira set out to the Empyrean Mountains. But while they were visible from Kamengrad, the former never truly realised how dominating the mountain range was until they came up close to it.

"Certainly, they're huge. The biggest mountains Ardalion has to offer," Elvira told him. "Some of these mountains' summits reach above the clouds themselves. And because they're so high up, they're capped with snow all year round. Even now, despite this dry spell we've been having this summer."

"Oh yeah…because temperatures decrease the higher up you go," Arian stated, remembering a fact about altitude and temperature.

"I don't like the cold," admitted Elvira. "I'm more one for warmer weather. And I know what I said about this drought in Selenia. But…this kind of weather with more rain would be perfect. It would be a lot better than a Selenian winter, where snow covers everything and it's bitterly cold."

"Is that what winter's like here?" Arian asked.

"Yes, and Grass-types like me fare poorly in the snow," the Treecko answered. "You'll be fine. Your fur will keep you warm."

"...Hm. Didn't realise that," the Riolu muttered, looking over his furry body. "...What an unusual thing to have, fur."

"Humans don't have fur, do they?" Elvira wondered.

"Plainly not, otherwise I wouldn't be feeling this strange about my fur," Arian responded. "It's really odd having it. Like a second skin, of sorts. …But I suppose, like just about everything in this world, it's another thing I have to get used to."

"On that note, Arian…how are you getting used to everything?" asked his partner. "...Do you feel as though you're getting there?"

"...I suppose," Arian replied, after pondering his answer for a short while. "I guess…some things have come more easily than others. And there are some things I still find hard to get over. Like all the different Pokémon of this world, and just how strange it is to be talking to them…Is there an encyclopaedia or something that tells me all about the different species of Pokémon there are? Because genuinely, it may be hard to keep track of them all…"

"...There might be something back at the Guild," Elvira answered. "I do see your plight, especially for someone like you. It can make your head spin, to keep track of every species out there. It would be helpful for you to know the specifics of some species, at least, so you know what to watch out for if we ever encounter one."

"That's something for when we get back, then," Arian decided. "But then I also have to learn how to write properly. And then I want to improve my moves with Galen. Oh, and then there's needing to learn more about myself as a Riolu, and just what I'm capable of…"

"Take your time," Elvira recommended. "Pace yourself, and do things one at a time. Don't fluster yourself thinking about everything all at once. It'll only seem more daunting that way."

"...Good advice. Thanks for that," Arian said. "...Good thing I have you as my partner, eh?"

"...At least that's a thought we both have in common," Elvira replied, smiling at her partner. She was about to go on further, but then she looked forward on the path along them, and stopped. "...Ah. Here we are."

"The entrance to Scree Canyon…" Arian looked before him at what he saw, and the familiar opaqueness of a Mystery Dungeon's entrance could be seen. "Are we ready to enter?"

"...We are. Let's go in."

Scree Canyon

1F

"Hmm…Which way to go?"

Arian posed that question as he and Elvira found themselves in the labyrinth of a Mystery Dungeon again. This one was different from the previous four Dungeons they had been in, in that rocky, craggy terrain made up the ground, and rock walls with visible strata made up the walls of the rooms and corridors.

"Let's go that way." Elvira pointed to a nearby exit.

"Alright," agreed Arian. As they started down the path, he suddenly realised something. "...But let's take a leaf out of Lillian's book." With his foot, he marked an X in the dirt by the corridor's beginning.

"Oh, of course," Elvira said, seeing what her partner did. "We must get used to doing that. Practice what we learn from others."

"It'll become second nature in time," Arian responded. "Now…let's find that exit."

It didn't take too long to find one. After dealing with a Geodude speedily, and wandering through two corridors and a room, they happened upon the stairs, and walked up them.

Scree Canyon

3F

"So on what floor was it again? The Pokémon we're looking for?" Arian asked, as the duo climbed the steps into the third floor.

"The fifth floor," Elvira answered. "Not yet, in other words. At least we don't have to scour each floor like we did for Iona and Tamara. Official missions are able to determine the exact locations of where the Pokémon in need are. We need only search the floor they say it's on."

"That's a relief," replied Arian, who admittedly wasn't looking forward to the thought of searching every nook and cranny of the mazes of yet another Mystery Dungeon.

The room they were in was a small one, with only two exits. One of them was taken, and marked accordingly.

Along the corridor, there were no encounters, but as they entered the next room, Arian saw an approaching Misdreavus.

"Hmm…Some kind of ghost, huh?" he observed. Ghost-types…My Force Palm won't work against it, nor will Quick Attack. But…I do have another trick up my sleeve for instances like this. "Hang on, Elvira. I got this," he said, and readied a Metal Claw, slashing the Misdreavus. This provoked an angry cry from the feral Pokémon, which then retaliated with its own attack: a bright yellow ray that encircled the Riolu.

"Huh? What was…" Arian broke off, as he suddenly began to feel dizzy. Then his vision began to swim and blur, and everything soon became a daze. What's happening? No…I can't fall unconscious. Not now…

At that moment, the image of the Misdreavus appeared before him, cackling with laughter at him.

"Gah! Stay away!" he yelled out. By instinct, he slashed at the ghost with Metal Claw again, hoping that would do it in. But instead…

"Agh! Arian! Snap out of it!" Elvira's voice sounded, and Arian could detect the pain in her voice.

"Elvira?!" the Riolu cried out, alarmed. "Where are you?" In his dazed state, he couldn't see where the gecko was, or anything coherent for that matter. Everything's a blur…

"You're confused, Arian!" the Treecko called back. "Hang on! Take this while I deal with the Misdreavus!"

At that point, something with a soft texture to it was shoved in his face. Arian didn't know exactly what it was, but by instinct, he bit into it…and was surprised by the taste.

A berry…? Hang on, I've tasted this before...

Then it happened. Suddenly, the blurry vision and dizziness began to fade, and the human found his vision returning to normal. As it did, he caught sight of Elvira looking at him worriedly. Behind her, he spotted the sight of the Misdreavus in question fallen.

"Are you alright, Arian?" the Treecko asked. "Don't worry about the Misdreavus. I dealt with it."

"I…think so," Arian replied. "Urgh…What happened? What did that Pokémon do to me…?"

"It used Confuse Ray on you," Elvira explained. "That makes you dazed in confusion. Persim berries can be used to cure such dizziness."

As she spoke, though, Arian couldn't but notice that her voice was slightly laboured, as if she were hurt in some way. His eyes, focused once again, now had a clear view of his partner. And he then noticed the wound on her midsection.

"Elvira! Are you okay?" he said. "What happened to you? That…That wasn't something that Ghost-type did to you, was it?"

"...No, it wasn't," the Treecko admitted. "You were confused at the time, Arian, and…it wasn't your fault, really," she added.

"Not my fault? What do you mean…" Arian trailed off, as he realised with horror what her words meant. "...I…I did that to you? When I was dizzy…I hurt you?"

"It's alright, Arian. Nothing I can't fix with an oran berry," Elvira assured, taking out the aforementioned item and munching on it.

"But I hit you!" Arian protested. "Even if it was out of my control…you were hurt because of me. …I'm so sorry, Elvira! I should've been more careful around that Pokémon…"

"Arian, please! It wasn't your fault," Elvira tried to persuade. "The wound's all healed up now. Please don't think about it anymore. What's done is done. Let's move on, and forget about that little mishap."

But despite Elvira's words, Arian's thoughts kept coming back to him. The idea that he could hurt his partner like that scared him more than anything. He had no idea confusion could make him confused enough to strike his own teammate.

"What was that you gave me?" he asked. "That berry that made me see straight again."

"A persim berry," Elvira answered. "I got one at the market, just in case. …I guess I was right to do that, because we did need it. It cures you of confusion like you were in. That Misdreavus used Confuse Ray on you. It's fairly common for Ghost-types to know it, so watch out if you ever come across one."

"Right," noted Arian. I need to know more about the specifics of some more of what I'm facing. Because if I keep going blind into situations like this, it's going to lead to trouble. Honestly, to think I'm facing problems like this right after I defeated Hinnerk…was that just dumb luck, beating him?

No, he denied. I defeated Hinnerk because I had allies by my side. Elvira and Team Sandstream. I still have them now, as well as a whole guild to help me out with my problems and what I need to know. With friends at my side, I can overcome anything.

He then inwardly cringed at that thought.

Okay, maybe not quite anything. …But they can do a lot to help me. That's the point. I can't be afraid of being mocked because I don't know basic things. The Guild are my friends. If I need help…I need only ask them.

"Arian?" Elvira's voice drew him away from his thoughts.

"Oh, sorry," he apologised. "A bit lost in thought, that's all. Let's move on."

And so the pair resumed their search for the exit.

Scree Canyon

5F

"It's this floor," Elvira said, as the pair ascended to the fifth floor of the Dungeon. "This is where the Pokémon in question is." She looked at the parchment once again. "A Flygon by the name of Gráinne…hmm…"

"And a Flygon is…?" Arian queried.

"A Flygon is a green Ground/Dragon-type with wings and a long tail," Elvira described. "It has large red eyes and looks a bit like a Bug-type. That's what we're looking out for."

"I…see," the Riolu processed. "You probably have a better idea of what to look for than I do. But I'll do my best to keep a good lookout for what you said."

"Flygon are quite big, too. It's not like we'd be searching for a needle in a haystack like we were with Iona," Elvira added. "This should be easy, hopefully."

"Let's hope it is," Arian replied, with confidence.

The duo began their search, scanning all the rooms and corridors they went through for the Flygon. They took down any Pokémon that stood in their way, and picked up any stray items they found in each room.

Among the latter was a curious blue treasure box that neither of them could open.

"Hmm…Where's the key for this?" Arian pondered. "Maybe it's somewhere else on this floor?"

"Key…" Then it clicked for Elvira. "No. We take this to Julius' Appraisal. He'll get it open for us."

"Oh yeah…" Arian realised, thinking back to the tour of the merchants the day before. "...Still…Julius, of all people?" He still remembered the unnerving smile and his overenthusiasm of the Banette, and wasn't sure whether to put his trust in the ghost.

"...He might be a bit too passionate," agreed Elvira. "But he's probably good at his craft. And Ishmael says he's a good man, so…I think that's proof enough he can be trusted."

"...We'll worry about that later," Arian replied dismissively, handing his partner the box to file away in their bag. "The Flygon's more important for now."

They resumed their search for the Mystic Pokémon. And luckily for them, they didn't have to look for too long to find her. She was in a large room, looking around with worry written on her face.

"That's her," Elvira said. "No doubt about it. …Excuse me!" she called out to the dragon.

"Who's there?" came the response. Then the Flygon's eyes caught sight of the duo. "You…You're not wild Pokémon, are you?"

"No. We're mercenaries for the Irian Guild," the Treecko answered. "Is your name Gráinne, by any chance?"

"Yes. That's me," the Flygon confirmed. "...I suppose Diarmuid must have sent a mission request to the Guild. Thank the heavens he did. I was starting to go stir-crazy in this blasted maze."

"He did," Arian said. "That was the requester's name."

"He's my husband," Gráinne explained. "He comes off as gruff and no-nonsense, but he's a sweetheart, really. He cares very much for me, and he worries whenever I'm gone for too long. …Sometimes a bit too much. But that caring attitude is why I love him."

"Let's take you back to him, then," Elvira proposed. "Just a minute…" She rummaged around in her bag, before bringing out the team badges…much to Arian's confusion.

"Elvira, why did you take out our badges?" he asked, puzzled.

"...It's better to show you than to try and explain it," the gecko answered, before turning back to Gráinne. "Put your hand to the badge, and you'll be teleported out of the Dungeon."

"Okay." Gráinne did as instructed. What happened was something that struck alarm in Arian. One minute the Flygon was there, the next…she had disappeared.

"Where's she gone?" he asked worriedly.

"Outside the Dungeon," Elvira answered calmly. "Don't panic, Arian; she'll be fine. Now...it's time to exit ourselves." She held up the badge. "Just touch it, and we'll be out of here."

"...If you say so…" Arian said, unsure of what was to happen. He, along with his partner, both touched their respective badges…and suddenly a bright flash of light occurred that forced Arian to shut his eyes.

But when he opened them again…he found himself in the surroundings of the foothills of the Empyrean Mountains, with the dominating peaks looming overhead. What ticked it off for him was the distinctly un-labyrinthine appearance of everything.

"Told you," Elvira said, a victorious look on her face.

"...We're out?" Arian asked, looking around him in amazement. "...But how? How did those badges get us out of there? I never knew they could teleport us out of Dungeons! …But how does that work?"

"...How they work doesn't matter," the Treecko decided to say. "What matters is that they are of help to us, in ways like this. It's customary for mercenaries to do this after finishing a mission in the Dungeon they were in. What, would you prefer to tread through the rest of the Dungeon instead?"

"...I guess not," the Riolu admitted. "...It's good to have them, then. A few unanswered questions about how they work, but…maybe I should stop asking questions." He turned his attention to Gráinne, who he saw was nearby. "So…um. I know this might sound like a stupid question, but what now?"

"We escort her back to the client in question," Elvira answered. "...Where exactly would Diarmuid, your husband, be at this time, Gráinne?"

"Oh, in his shop, most likely," Gráinne replied. "We run an apothecary's, just outside Kamengrad. That's where we live, the two of us. It's just off this road, in fact, along a little boreen."

"Hmm…We might've passed by an apothecary's, actually," Elvira recalled. "There was a sign for one on the road to the Empyrean Mountains."

"That's it. It's down a small side road. I'll point it out when we get there."

But as it turned out, the Flygon did not even need to do that. At the point where the side road in question began and the sign for the apothecary's was located, Arian and Elvira caught sight of a Gliscor coming up the side road.

"Ah! That's Diarmuid!" Gráinne said excitedly. "Diarmuid! I'm over here!" The Gliscor turned his head, and once he saw the group, his worried expression immediately shifted to one of relief when he saw the group.

"Gráinne! There you are!" he called out. But hearing his voice sparked curiosity within Arian. Somehow, it sounded familiar…and as well as that, the Gliscor himself was a new sight for the Riolu. But his bat-like shape, with sharp pincers and fangs, and a bluish-purple colouration sparked Arian's curiosity. Hmm…I wonder…

"I was getting worried," Diarmuid said, once he had caught up to the group of three. "You were gone since yesterday evening, and I…I was afraid something had happened to you."

"It wasn't anything too serious, dear," Gráinne assured. "I just had a bit of an unlucky run, that's all. The exits kept taking a long time to find, and those Misdreavus were ever so mischievous with their uses of Hypnosis and Confuse Ray. I was also tired, and combined with the uses of Hypnosis, I managed to fall into a deep sleep. When I woke up again, it was morning. It just wasn't my day, I suppose."

"...Not all visits to Dungeons go smoothly," Diarmuid murmured. "Even for those we regularly delve into. I'm just glad you're safe. And…" He turned to Arian and Elvira. "...I thank you for going into Scree Canyon to rescue Gráinne. I can't allow such kindness to go unpaid." He dug out 100P for the duo, and gave it to them.

"Thank you very much," Elvira said. "We're always happy to help, as mercenaries of the Irian Guild."

"That reminds me," Gráinne said. "We never asked your names."

"I'm Arian, and this is Elvira," the Riolu introduced, choosing to be the one to introduce them for once. "And the two of us make up Team Elpis." He allowed a small hint of pride to enter his voice. "This is our first mission, actually, now that we're officially part of the Guild."

"...Heh. Glad to be the first stepping stone on your journey," Diarmuid replied. "The Irian Guild's becoming a bit more lively now. Especially now that Ishmael, Axel and Lilian are home."

"Oh, isn't that great news?" Gráinne celebrated. "I was so worried for them, stuck in Ozerograd like that. …But they're back safe and sound. I couldn't bear it if anything happened to them…"

"...Do you know Team Sandstream?" Elvira asked.

"Actually, speaking of which," Arian interjected, before the couple could respond. "Um, Diarmuid? You wouldn't happen to be related to Axel by any chance, would you? It's just that you look so similar to him…"

"Related to Axel? …Of course I am," the Gliscor answered. "I'm the boy's father."

"And I'm his mother," Gráinne added.

"His mom and dad? …Hm. I had a feeling that was the case," murmured Arian. "Guess I was right on the money."

"Gligar evolve into Gliscor," Elvira told him. "I thought that might have been the case as well. ...Quite astute of you to notice, Arian."

"It appears you know my son," observed Diarmuid. "Then again, as part of the Guild, you would know him. …I'm surprised it wasn't him taking on this mission. That boy of mine better not have been sleeping in again…"

"I think Team Sandstream may have left early for a mission," Elvira recalled. "They weren't at breakfast this morning, so it might've been that."

"...Hmm." The stern look on the Gliscor's face softened. "At least he's keeping busy. He and Ishmael were always boisterous and got up to mischief when they were young ones. Good job Lillian's there to keep them in line."

"If you see them, tell them we send our regards," Gráinne said.

"We will," Elvira promised. "Stay safe, you two."

"We hope to see you again," Diarmuid said with hope. "Come stop by our shop sometime, if you wish."

"We'll think about it," Arian said. "Bye, you two!"

With that, Team Elpis continued down the road back to town, while Diarmuid and Gráinne went down the road to their shop.

"Axel's parents…Who would have thought it?" Arian said. "Wait till Team Sandstream hears about this."

"You do sometimes make connections like that in mercenary work," Elvira pointed out. "It's not uncommon for family of guild members to ask a favour of the Guild. …Who knows? Maybe Mom will make a request one of these days. When she's better, hopefully…"

"How do you think she's getting on?" Arian wondered, as they neared the town's edge. As buildings came into view, he suddenly realised something as he caught eyes with one of them. "Actually, there's an idea. If you want to find out how she is…then send her a letter."

Elvira looked over, and saw the Tropius Carriers building. She was then reminded of what she said yesterday, of writing a letter to her mother once they'd settled in.

"...I said I'd do it later this week, but…I might write it a bit sooner than that," the Treecko decided. "I don't want to keep Mom in suspense for too long."

"Maybe you could get started when we get back to the Guild?" suggested Arian.

"...Maybe I will," was Elvira's reply. "Come on. Let's get back there so I can begin."

A few days later…

"Come back soon!" called the Tropius that ran the Kamengrad branch of the Tropius Carriers.

"We will!" Elvira called back. "Make sure that letter gets to my mother!"

"I'll see to it, otherwise my name isn't Yasen, leader of the Kamengrad Tropius Carriers!" returned the Tropius, as the duo closed the door.

"...Enthusiasm sure comes in spades with merchants, don't they?" Arian commented, as they walked down the street back to the stalls.

"They have to be enthusiastic to pitch their business," Elvira reasoned. "If they can't do that, the money will dry up and they'll go hungry."

"That's fair," accepted Arian. "Oh, and speaking of enthusiastic merchants…" His eyes looked over at Julius' Appraisal. "...We never did get around to getting that box unlocked, did we?"

"We didn't," Elvira confirmed. "We have it on us…I guess now's as good a time as any." She started towards the stall, and Arian followed. Julius happened to be whetting a dagger when he caught sight of the duo heading for his stall.

"Ah! Customers!" the Banette expressed. "Welcome to my beautiful house of knives. However might I serve you? Any lovely treasure boxes for me to dice the locks off?"

"...We do," Arian said, trying his best to ignore the expectant and sinistrous glint in the merchant's eye. Elvira took out the box in question, and took out the money required to pay.

"Good, good! Brilliant, brilliant!" Julius said in acclamation. "I'll have this lock diced apart like a Weavile's claws to butter!" He brandished his dagger. "This will be a cinch!"

The Banette plunged his dagger into the keyhole. With a few twists, he managed to crank the box open, much to the duo's surprise.

"Wow...that was quick," commented Arian.

"As it should be," Julius grinned. "The Guild don't request my services for nothing, you know. ...The reward in there is yours for the taking." He turned the box around for the team to see.

"...Money," Elvira noted.

"Typical of a treasure box," Arian remarked. "Might as well take it. Or…store it in Klefki Bank?"

"That sounds better," Elvira agreed. "We'll do that. Keep it for a rainy day, perhaps. …Thanks very much with this, Julius."

"No problem," the Banette replied proudly. "If you ever find any more treasure boxes…then you know who to call for."

"...Right, Elvira. Let's get back to the Guild," suggested Arian, as the two left Julius behind. The Riolu, despite seeing his skill at his craft, still felt uncomfortable around the Banette. "I want to get back to practising my writing."

"...You are improving," noted Elvira, recalling her partner's activity in this regard. He was beginning to get the hang of holding a pen, and would practice writing in the evening in their room. This, he coupled with his studies of Pokémon through books that had been given to him, and sometimes combined them in an effort to drill the information deeper into his brain.

"It still isn't great, though," Arian lamented. "My handwriting still looks really bad. Honestly…when will it get better?"

"With practice and effort," the Treecko encouraged. "Don't worry, Arian. Your writing skills will improve with time."

"...I guess so. Still...I wish that time would come faster..."

The two continued their trek to the Guild, and reached the well. Arian's previous fears about the height had lessened, though every once in a while he did get slightly nervous about descending into the Guild. It didn't greatly impede anything, though; the Riolu merely saw it as a small snag to overcome. Nothing more than that.

When they reached the Guild's main area, however, something was plainly afoot. Every member of the Guild was gathered there, plainly as an audience to something.

"What's going on?" asked Elvira to the gathered crowd.

"Oh, you're back!" Lillian cried. "Just in time, too."

"Why? What for?" Arian queried.

"The Chief's back," Ishmael informed. "And he's got some news for us about what's gone on with 'im."

"He's just gone to the office to prepare some things," Axel elaborated. "He'll be out in a sec."

"We should get to the front. That way, we have a good view," Elvira advised Arian.

"Agreed." Arian could see her point; he wasn't able to see the front at all, due to the fact that most of the guild members were taller than the two of them. They walked around the side of Aldebrand, the tallest of all the Guild, who acknowledged their presence, before they both stood at the front, near to Terran (who, unlike Aldebrand, ignored them) and Rhiannon, along with two others he hadn't seen before: a grey dinosaur-looking Pokémon with blue markings on its skull and back, and a lilac-furred quadruped with a red gem on its forehead.

"So you're the new recruits that everyone speaks of," observed the latter, an Espeon. "I don't believe we've been introduced. I am Isaac, one of the two members of Team Mindfist. A pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"And I'm Lex!" pronounced the other, a Cranidos. "Good to meet you. Hey, if you ever want a sparring match sometime, just ask me! I'm up for one anytime!"

"...Hmm…I might just take you up on that," Arian considered. "I could use some skill-honing myself."

"Great!" Lex celebrated. "How about later on, if you're not busy?"

"Maybe. We'll see."

"Quiet, you two," Galen interrupted. "The Guildmaster's come back."

And indeed he had. Team Elpis saw the Swampert once again as he came out from the path to the office. As he got ready to address the Guild, he caught eyes with them, and gave a nod of acknowledgement to them.

"Thank you for all gathering here," Melchior began. "Thank you all for keeping the Guild intact while I was away. It was reassuring to know that you all kept things in order, and our mercenaries continued to fulfil their requests in our never-ending quest to help the people. And on top of that, I am pleased to hear that our new recruits, Team Elpis, are settling in well, and that we have all given them a warm welcome. I am grateful to you all, truly, for an astute performance during my absence.

"But that is not the reason why I have called you all here today. I called you here to inform you of recent developments in Ozerograd while I was there, and how the town has shaped since the removal of the Thorned Roses. …Of course, it could not have been done without the combined efforts of Team Elpis and Team Sandstream, and I would like to once again thank them for overcoming the daunting challenge laid before them."

A round of applause greeted the two teams. Both teams felt honoured at the praise.

"...What about Ozerograd?" Elvira asked, once it had died down. "How is the town?"

"I am happy to report that everything is going well," Melchior informed. "The organisation of the volunteers has helped to keep the town stable despite the absence of a leader. I stayed there to help keep things in order, and to ensure that it would remain that way upon my departure. Just about all traces of the Thorned Roses are gone from the town; all of their graffiti has been cleaned away, and all of the evicted townsfolk have been returned safely to their homes. The town has definitely become much cheerier as a result of the volunteers' effort. It is a safe haven…for now. But…whether it will remain that way is another story. And I fear that on the horizon lies a dark cloud that will wash away that peace."

"What do you mean?" Arian asked. "What dark cloud?"

"I refer to Mitrofan," the Guildmaster answered. "Obviously, the news of the Thorned Roses' defeat reached him in Iria. A few days later, envoys from him were sent to Ozerograd to make an offer to the people there. To them, they offered an alliance, and an assurance that the days of the Thorned Roses would be no more."

Murmurs arose amid the guild members. Arian heard a few remarks, but the one that stood out to him was behind him, where Ishmael whispered to his teammates, "Betcha it's a scam."

Hmm…based on what I've heard, I'd be inclined to believe him.

"What did they say?" Elvira asked. "Did they accept the offer?"

"...There was divided opinion over it," Melchior revealed. "Many haven't forgotten the prior partnership between Hinnerk and Mitrofan that allowed Hinnerk to remain as the leader of Ozerograd for five long years. They expressed that to the envoy. But…on the other hand, many of the townsfolk are tired of constant oppression. Anything, to them, is better than the five years they experienced. They would be satisfied with peace of some form, even if it was the likes of Mitrofan orchestrating that peace."

"But Mitrofan's a tyrant too, isn't he?" Arian asked, putting up his paw as he spoke as a polite gesture. "Why would they settle for being led by him?"

"A good point. But..the truth is that some view him as a lesser of two evils," Melchior elaborated. "Some think he wouldn't be half as oppressive as Hinnerk. As long as they do not oppose his rule, he will allow the people to carry out their business as usual. That was what the envoys promised. And that, for some of the townsfolk…would be perfectly fine."

"So what was decided?" Aldebrand asked.

"...It was a difficult choice," Melchior replied. "I was tempted to advise them to reject any notion of working with him. But...a number of townsfolk voiced their fears of potential retribution should they do so. Between them and those who were all for opposing Mitrofan…I decided to come to a compromise, and advise them to negotiate terms with Mitrofan with the hope of striking a deal in favour of Ozerograd's citizens. It wasn't long after this that I left for here. With luck, they may be able to strike a favourable deal."

"...Do they know you were there, Guildmaster?" Galen inquired.

"They did," confirmed the Swampert. "But I never showed my face to them. How do I know they weren't trying to apprehend me and present me to Mitrofan? Most collectively agreed that I shouldn't show my face to the envoys, and so it was arranged that I would remain out of sight while the envoys were in town. In order to leave town, I made sure to lay low, and I was lucky enough to not be followed."

"...So your approach was a pragmatic one, then," surmised the Medicham. "Mitrofan is our enemy, at the end of the day. But…we must think of the people, too. For the short term, at least, this may be the wiser move."

"Um, Chief, can I ask a question?" Lillian asked, raising her right claws.

Arian couldn't help but notice something at this point. When the Sandslash said the word, 'Chief', he couldn't help but notice an annoyed huff from Terran. What's his problem? wondered the Riolu.

"What about Hinnerk? And the Thorned Roses we rounded up?" she queried. "What about them?"

"...They are currently still locked behind bars," Melchior answered. "Nearly all of them resent their current circumstances. It's proven to be trying, keeping them in line. …On more than one occasion, some wondered why we were keeping them alive. But I stood my ground. Mercenaries do not kill, even in circumstances like this. Thus, they remain living, but imprisoned. Of course…there is little doubt that they will attempt an escape at some point in the future. The volunteers have vowed to remain vigilant should they try such a thing. I will also return to them in time, to see how things have progressed in Ozerograd.

"That is all I have to say. You are dismissed."

The guild members took this as an opportunity to return to their respective areas: Aldebrand to the kitchen, along with Terran and Rhiannon, Galen to the dojo, Raya to the infirmary, and Sifis to the mission boards. Teams Sandstream and Anima returned to their dormitories, while Team Mindfist followed Galen to the dojo.

That left Team Elpis alone. Arian turned to Elvira, and was about to ask her what she wanted to do, but he was interrupted by Melchior calling out to them.

"Arian? Elvira? I wish to speak to the two of you. Would you come to the office?"

"...Of course," Elvira replied, and followed, with Arian doing the same. The latter saw her face light up in realisation, as if knowing what was to come. The Riolu realised it too, at that moment.

Is he going to tell us what happened to Elvira's dad?

This thought struck a note of nervosity in Arian's heart. What does he know? If it's something that he's held off for this long, and the fact that Kallias still isn't here…A dark feeling grew in his chest. Please don't let the truth be what I think it is…

They entered the office. Looking around, Arian couldn't see any visible changes; it was the same office he had entered a few days prior with Aldebrand and Team Sandstream. This time, though, it was only him and Elvira, and the Guildmaster himself was here on this occasion. The Swampert sat down behind the desk, and Team Elpis took their places on the other side.

As they did this, Melchior took a breath, as if to calm his nerves. That was the greatest emotion exuding from the Swampert, as detected by Arian: nervousness and anxiety. Like we thought; he's afraid to tell the truth. Oh dear…This doesn't bode well…

"...How are you two?" Melchior began. "I hear you are settling in well to life as mercenaries."

"...We are," Elvira answered. "We've done some missions throughout this week, and no major incidents have occurred. It hasn't been too difficult, and it's been nice to receive thanks from our clients. It really does feel like we're making a difference. Not to mention, Arian's been getting good experience for his moves and abilities."

"Yeah…" That, Arian could agree with. Slowly but surely, he was gaining more knowledge on moves through field experience and reading about them, and was getting used to exploring Mystery Dungeons in the missions he and Elvira did. On the other hand, though… "It hasn't been all smooth sailing, though. Remember what happened earlier this week?"

"Are you still brooding over the Misdreavus?" Elvira said. "I told you already, Arian; I don't blame you for what happened. You were confused at the time. Don't get in a heap about it." She turned to Melchior to explain. "A wild Misdreavus used Confuse Ray on him during a mission earlier this week, and he accidentally attacked me in his confusion."

"Ah." Melchior nodded in understanding. "I've had that happen to me before. It happens to the best of us, Arian. I wouldn't fret about it if I were you."

"...I suppose," Arian said, though it didn't fully erase his guilt over attacking his partner. To change the subject, he returned to the good parts of the week. "The Guild's been really kind and helpful to us, as well. They've given us all kinds of helpful advice for adventuring, and they've helped us feel right at home here in these new surroundings."

"That's good to hear. So all is going well with the two of you, then," the Swampert summarised.

"Yes. It is," was Elvira's reply.

A silence passed. And quickly, it became an awkward one. Everyone in the room knew exactly what was to be discussed. And everyone knew the meaning of what it would be to have those details divulged. But given the sensitivity of those details…it was understandable that the unease in the room would be thick enough to cut with a knife.

"Melchior…" Eventually, it was Elvira who spoke. "...Why have you really called us here? It can't just be to ask how things are going with us, is it?"

"...It isn't," the Guildmaster admitted. "I haven't forgotten our conversations in Ozerograd about this. I said to you on both occasions that it wasn't the time to discuss it. But…I'm not going to put it off any longer. No more procrastinating. No more stalling. The more I keep doing it, the more mistrust that will develop between the two of us, Elvira. And that's the last thing I want right now.

"What happened on the day of your father's disappearance…I'm ready to tell it."

…As we thought.

"Um…before we begin, can I ask something?" Arian queried, as a thought came to him. "Should I…be here? This is a delicate matter between you two, isn't it? I don't want to make things awkward…"

"You aren't making things awkward, Arian," Elvira promised. "We're a team, remember? We always look out for one another. If what happened turns out to be…a sad truth, I want there to give me some comfort if I need it. And besides…aren't you curious to figure out what happened to Dad?"

"...I am. But…this sort of feels like your thing. …How do you feel about it, Melchior?" Arian asked the Swampert.

"I have no problem with you being here, Arian," Melchior answered. "My reasons are much the same as Elvira's; teams should be there for one another during moments like these, when uncomfortable truths have to be revealed. To shoulder one another's burdens is one of the many facets of working as a team."

"...I see what you mean," the Riolu said in understanding. "So…what did happen to Elvira's dad? Or Fernblade Kallias, as everyone calls him?"

"..." Melchior paused, wondering where to begin. "In the aftermath of the assassination of Tsar Kliment and his family, Kallias and I, along with a number of other mercenaries, were outcasts following Mitrofan's seizure of power. It would go against our creed to support he who had murdered the royal family in cold blood. In response, he declared us outlaws, and bounties were put on all our heads."

"...I remember that," Elvira said, her expression becoming bitter in remembrance. "Dad came home to us, holding a wanted poster of himself. He was desperate to move us out of the country, over to Miletos where we would be safe. But Mom wouldn't budge. She refused to go there, especially with me."

"...Why would she do that?" Arian asked, confused. "Why wouldn't she go there?"

"...I haven't told you about Miletos, have I?" Elvira said. "...I'll tell you another time. The short version is that if I were to move to Miletos, then, when I was thirteen and full of aspirations, my dreams of becoming a mercenary would've been killed stone dead by the attitudes and traditions of the people there. It might've been risky, staying here…but I can understand why Mom didn't want to move to Miletos.

"I just wish Dad agreed with her." Sadness crept into her voice. "There was a lot of arguing between them about this. They got along so well as a couple. They rarely argued at all. …Hearing them argue like they were the worst of enemies was heartbreaking. I never want to experience that again…"

"It's okay," assured Arian, giving her a comforting pat on the back. "It's in the past."

"...Thanks, Arian," Elvira said, grateful for the support. "But Melchior," she asked, going back to the topic at hand. "What was all this about 'a secret mission'?"

That drew a sigh from the Swampert. "...Mitrofan was a good man before all of this. Stern, but reasonable, just, and right-minded. What would compel him to kill the tsar and his family in so bloody a manner? Kallias and I were both intent to find this out. We wanted to unearth the cause behind his sudden change in behaviour. We tracked down eyewitnesses to what he was doing prior to the assassination, and what might have happened to warp him. We found nothing definite…but suppositions of people seemed to lead us to the Empyrean Mountains. Thus…that was where we headed."

"...Um, I have another question," piped up Arian. "Elvira, how did you know about their 'secret mission'?"

"Dad told me," Elvira elaborated. "Before he and Melchior left for that mission, he came back to see us, where he told us about their findings. He was annoyed he hadn't found anything substantial, but in his optimistic way, he held out hope that he would find something. The next morning, after breakfast, he left for the mountains." A wistful look came into her eye. "That…was the last time I saw him."

"Oh…I'm sorry to hear that," Arian offered, not sure what else to offer other than condolences.

"I met Kallias in Lukomoria," Melchior went on. "We began our trek up the mountains, to search for clues as to Mitrofan's sudden shift. But…something was off with Kallias. He mentioned having an ominous feeling of foreboding, as if something bad was going to happen. He couldn't place exactly why he felt this way, but…he was uneasy, as we went into the mountains." He looked to the side, in regret. "...Maybe I should have taken that as an initiative to turn around and go home, even if he insisted otherwise. Especially given what happened next…"

"...What happened next?" Arian queried.

"..." Melchior remained silent at first. His face was ridden with guilt and remorse, as he considered his answer. "...We were…heading for a village in the mountains, supposedly one by the name of Forynun. We had heard rumours that this fabled village existed high up in the mountains, and we hoped that it could yield the answers to our questions. If nothing else…at least it would be a good place to hide from Mitrofan's authority.

"During that trek...was when it happened."

Five years ago…

"Do you really believe this Forynun place will hold the truth about what happened to Mitrofan?" Melchior asked, as he and Kallias made their way up a rocky gradient.

"...I don't, to be honest," admitted Kallias. "But we've come this far. Now's not the time to give up."

"...You don't have to keep doing this, Kallias," the Swampert said, worried for his partner. "If you're still uneasy about doing this…then we can always retreat and do this again. It's not we're under time pressure to find it."

"I'm fine," Kallias shrugged off. "It's probably just nerves playing at me. Everything will be fine. I just have to keep telling myself that. Really, Melchior, I'm okay."

Melchior was about to ask, "Are you sure?" but chose to hold his tongue. That was the same question he'd asked over and over whenever the Sceptile's unease showed. It's not like him to be like this, he ruminated. …What if something does happen, like he fears? I'd much prefer to quit and go home, if something ominous is on the horizon…

They continued their hike up the mountains. They weren't high enough on the mountains that they were in snowy territory, and even if they were, they would be treading on dangerous ground. Specifically, because past a certain altitude, such terrain was forbidden to be in unless they had been granted special permission from the Church, for they classed the lands there as sacred to the Creator. That was something Team Marshwood did not have, or many others for that matter. Even high-ranking nobles had difficulty obtaining permission.

Could Forynun be in that forbidden area? pondered Melchior. Mmm…I'm not fond of the idea of treading on religious ground. After becoming outcasts in Selenia, it would be a bad move to alienate the Eastern Alliance because we disobeyed the Church's protocol. Would it be worth it to find out Mitrofan's secret? Maybe not…but we'll see how far we can we reach the restricted area.

Soon, they came to a noteworthy point. High rocky slopes lay to either side of them, and a dominating gorge lay before them, with a rope bridge across it. Below the bridge, in that ravine, lay a rushing, tempestuous river.

"A bridge?" noted Kallias. "Hmm…Who made it, I wonder? Where we are isn't exactly a well-travelled route. "

"...Is it safe to cross?" Melchior looked down into the narrow valley, and immediately wished he didn't. "That's quite a drop…and that bridge doesn't exactly look the sturdiest."

"...Rope bridges never usually are," Kallias pointed out. "Not compared to stone bridges, anyway. …But it seems like it's the only way across. Besides…it's not like this is the first time over a rope bridge. Just don't look down and we'll be fine."

"..." Melchior was about to protest, but realised what his partner said about there being no other way across was probably true. Given the sheer steepness of the gorge, and the remoteness and altitude of where they were, the chances of another bridge close by upstream or even downstream were slim at best. As much as he didn't want to admit it, the rope bridge in front of them was the best way across.

"...Very well." His tone suggested great unease. "Oh, what I wouldn't give to have wings like a Pidgeot to fly across with…"

"We should only go across one at a time, so we don't put too much strain on the bridge. …I can go first, if you want," offered the Sceptile.

"No," Melchior denied. "I'll go. The sooner I cross, the sooner I won't have to worry about crossing it." He took a deep breath, and began to cross the bridge.

Kallias's statement was indeed true; the bridge showed signs of instability, with the odd creaks and groans here and there. The Swampert's unease held up, but he did his best to not look down, and with immense relief, he made it to the other side.

"Whew," he breathed. "Thank Arceus that's over."

Over at the other side, he saw Kallias begin his journey across. The Sceptile wasn't as tentative as Melchior, for he was not as frightened of heights as his partner was. He was careful, though, taking care not to shake the bridge too much, and he mostly succeeded, due to him being lighter than his partner.

He was soon halfway across the bridge. However…it was at that point that disaster struck.

Suddenly, without warning, the ground began to shake with a great and powerful force.

"An earthquake?!" Melchior cried out in alarm. "Kallias, quick! Get off the bridge!"

"I'm trying!" Kallias called back. But the tremors were swaying the bridge greatly, making it difficult to advance steadily. That wasn't to say he didn't move forward; despite the fierce shaking, he managed to get to around three-quarters of the way across. He was nearly to the other side, and was about to rejoin his partner on solid ground.

However...fate had other plans.

On the other side that they had crossed from, the quakes had destabilised the rock slopes. With the shaking intensifying, the faces began to crumble, and heavy rocks began to fall down. A fast-moving rockslide occurred, and quickly blocked the path Melchior and Kallias had come up.

But that wasn't the worst of it. In its path of destruction…the rope bridge's supports lay. And when those were quickly swept aside…the bridge had no point of anchorage for one of its sides, and subsequently gave out…while Kallias was still on it.

Melchior watched this in horror, realising what was about to happen.

"No! Kallias!"

Worse still, he could do nothing. He couldn't jump in to save his partner - he was too far away to grasp hold of and bring him to solid ground. The only thing he would accomplish would be him joining his partner in the latter's precarious situation.

Kallias tried hard to jump to his partner on the other side. But the bridge had already given out from under him, and he couldn't manage such a move with no ground on which to stand. He was in freefall, and plummeted into the river below.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

A piercing splash sounded, amid the rumblings of the earthquake. Melchior saw his partner disappear into the raging river below.

"No! It can't be! This can't be happening! Kallias! Kallias!"

"...No…" Elvira's eyes were wide, in disbelieving shock. "Please tell me it's not true…!"

"...I wish I could say otherwise," lamented Melchior. "But…that was the last time I saw Kallias, being swept away by that cascading river. And not just any river. The River Agrios…an infamous river that mostly flows through Miletos. A short river in its run to the sea, but a deadly one. They say if someone is swept away by its rapids, there's a high chance they'll never be seen again. Multiple people I spoke to attested to this fact, and a number had known people whose lives had been claimed by the river."

"...Dad…" Tears entered Elvira's eyes. "...Dad's gone…? S-Swept away by a river...?"

"...Hang on a minute, though," Arian said, not wanting to fully believe that all hope was lost. "Surely it's not impossible that Kallias survived? Surely not everyone who was swept away that river was lost forever?"

"...I thought that myself too, after what had happened," Melchior replied. "I refused to accept that Kallias was truly gone. But while I was lucky to be mostly unharmed by the earthquake, I was trapped by fallen rocks for some time, and it was a good few hours before I could safely extricate myself from it, and down to the river. I spent many days along that river, scouring for my partner all along it. I also visited nearby villages to gather potential witness accounts. But alas…no clues were unearthed. I've continued to search along the Agrios River in all the five years since Kallias disappeared, but still nothing. In truth, I want to believe my partner never perished in the river, and that he's still alive and well somewhere. But…" A grim look came into his eyes. "...Five years without evidence to this isn't a good sign."

"Oh…" A crestfallen expression flashed across Arian's face.

"...So that was why you said he was 'missing', when you came to inform us about him," Elvira said, emotion filling her voice. "You never truly believed he was gone. …But why, Melchior? Why did you keep what happened to yourself? Mom and I…we were worried to no end about what happened to Dad! We deserved to know!" Tears came in greater quantities now, and the Treecko began to audibly sob.

Melchior flinched at the look of hurt in her eyes. "I…didn't have the nerve to speak the truth. I was a coward, and couldn't work up the courage to inform you of what really happened. The truth that I wasn't able to save Kallias…That hurt me more than anything. At a time when my partner needed help more than any other time…I couldn't help him. I wasn't able to help him. As his mercenary partner…I failed him. And subsequently, I have failed you, Elvira, for not keeping your father safe." He bowed his head in sorrow. "I'm sorry…No amount of apologies I give you will ever be enough…"

"..." Elvira had no words for him; she only continued her sobbing.

"...There, there, Elvira," Arian comforted, patting her on the back. His attention then turned to Melchior. "...Is that why you were nervous about confessing? Were you afraid Elvira would shut you out because you couldn't save her dad?"

"...Yes," Melchior admitted. "And I wholly regret not plucking up courage sooner to tell you the full story. I made a grave mistake, and I can't apologise enough for it. But…that's why I want to work together with you now, to make up for my previous failures. If I couldn't save Kallias, I can at least keep his daughter safe."

"...Elvira, don't shut him out," Arian recommended, his voice soft in recognition of his partner's fragile state. "I'll agree he didn't handle the whole admitting the truth business well. …But he's the best ally we have right now. Surely you can forgive him for this? …If you don't, things will only become awkward between the two of you. It'll get worse the longer you leave it, just like with what Melchior had to deal with."

The Treecko didn't reply immediately. Given how shocking the revelation had been for her, it took some time before she was in a state to utter a reply.

"...I suppose," she eventually said softly, her voice shaky after her crying. Once she had composed herself enough through breaths and clearing her throat, she began again. "...My grievance is more about you withholding this, Melchior. I'm not mad that you weren't able to save Dad. By the sound of it, you couldn't do anything, given the circumstances. But you are still Dad's partner, and something like an uncle figure to me. I can forgive you, Melchior. Just…promise me you won't keep such a great secret from me again. …Please?"

"...I promise," pledged Melchior. "You have my word."

"...Thank you."

"Oh, but while we're on the subject of secrets…I'd like to ask you something, Arian." The Swampert's gaze fell on the Riolu. "Is it true what I was told about you by Aldebrand? That you claim to be a human?"

"...Yes, that's true," Arian confirmed. "I know it sounds hard to believe, but…"

"It's alright, Arian," assured the Guildmaster. "I don't think any less of you for it. I admit it is a strange claim to make, but I can see that you are a just person with morals in the right place. That's enough to see you as a good man in my books. …Regardless, I understand your reservations about being called a human, and I'll keep it to myself."

"Thanks, Melchior," the Riolu said gratefully.

"It is no problem, Arian. …And continuing with secrets…there is something I need to be honest about. But I'd rather not say it to everyone for fear of morale loss. ...Can I trust you two to keep this quiet?"

"...Of course, Melchior," Elvira promised. "What do you want to say?"

"...When Hinnerk said that I was hiding Kallias away to unleash him at a time of uprising…I wish he was correct. I'd love nothing more than Kallias to be here, and able to help me with running and building up the Guild. Without him…I don't feel as confident going forward. Of the two of us, he was the more proactive, dynamic one, whereas I was seen as the one who kept him grounded and down-to-earth. He was always grateful for that, but…the truth is that he gave me the confidence to keep him in check. I'm indebted to him for that. He was the greater half of the whole that was Team Marshwood…and without him, I fear that people will be able to see for themselves that fact."

"No, Melchior," Elvira denied. "That's not true. You're still incredibly capable in your own right!"

"...Indeed. I've done my best to try and fight as a lone unit in the past while, as opposed to what I've been doing all of these years. But…it's not the same as fighting with my partner," Melchior said downcastly.."We built quite a reputation, the two of us. But Kallias's disappearance has left a great hole in my heart, and thus it's only now that I've come out of the woodwork, alone. And now people may well be expecting me to head a revolutionary movement to overthrow Mitrofan…" He shook his head in dismay. "The Guild, I can handle. But a figurehead of rebellion? …The thought makes me uncomfortable, to say the least."

"...I get it. That can't be an easy thing to have weighing on your mind," Arian sympathised. "...But we'll still stick by your side, Melchior, whatever ends up happening. Won't we, Elvira?" he asked his partner.

"...Yes. It's what Dad would want, if he were here," Elvira seconded. "He would want us to work together. And he'd also want you to keep on going without him, Melchior. …If it's any consolation, I doubt Dad would be comfortable either, if he was in your shoes."

"...No, indeed," agreed the Swampert. "...Thank you both, for hearing me out. Those were some worries I wanted to get off my chest. But please, like I said, keep it under wraps."

"Don't worry, Melchior. Your secret's safe with us," promised the Treecko.

"...You're a good pair, the both of you," Melchior praised. "In fact, given the good work you've done this week, and even prior to joining the Guild…I think the two of you should be promoted to Bronze Rank."

"Really?" Arian's ears pricked in surprise. "Already?"

"Yes. You two deserve it, given what you've accomplished. And usually, it doesn't take a long time for new mercenary teams to climb up to Bronze Rank. It's perfectly attainable for newcomers; it's not surprising you've earned it this early. It certainly didn't take Kallias and I long to earn Bronze Rank after we became a team together. And we definitely didn't do as great a service as to dethrone a gang leader like Hinnerk before even joining a Guild. You've definitely earned the promotion."

"...Wow. Thanks, I guess," the Riolu replied. "So…what does that mean for us now?"

"It means greater rewards for the missions we complete," Elvira explained. "Also, we'll be deemed capable of taking on tougher missions, which are worth more in terms of money. …Do keep in mind, though, that climbing the ranks will be harder from here on out. It'll take a lot more effort to get us to Silver Rank."

"No problem," Arian waved off. "That's nothing we can't handle, the two of us."

"And I have no doubt you'll reach that point before long," Melchior predicted. "...But before I let you go…there's one more thing I have to give the two of you." He got up, and went over to where an adventurer's bag, presumably his, lay. He dug into it, and pulled out two items that made Elvira gasp in shock.

Specifically…two items of fabric, one blue and one green.

"...What are those?" Arian squinted to look. "Are they…scarves?"

"They are, indeed," Melchior confirmed. "Both of them were knitted by your mother, Elvira. She wanted to give them to the both of you."

"...Mom…knitted them?"

"She did. Just as she did for the two of us, back in the day," he reminisced. "...We loved them. They gave us a new look that we liked, and nearly everyone complimented us on them. …You two would benefit from a similar look, I feel. …Oh, and on that note, I already told your mother about what happened to Kallias. …She was sympathetic, saying it wasn't my fault and that Kallias wouldn't blame me for what happened. …He was lucky to have someone like her by his side…as are you, Elvira."

"...She's so kind…" Elvira sounded like she was about to cry again. "...Oh, Mom, thanks so much…"

"Here's yours." Melchior gave her the blue scarf. "And here's yours, Arian." He gave the Riolu the green scarf.

"...This is pretty nice," Arian complimented, liking the feel of the garment. "I'll try it on later."

"...What about your scarf, Melchior?" Elvira asked. "Where is it? Why aren't you wearing it?"

"...I still have it," the Swampert replied. "…As you recall, it was green, to represent the bond between Kallias and I. …However, it doesn't feel right to wear it, not when he's not by my side. That's why I simply haven't donned it. But…a day may come when I put it on again. Maybe if I need him to give me strength for a tough battle…I'll wear it once more.

"He still has a strong influence, that man. …I do hope, one day, I can see the face of my partner once again…No matter how slim the chances, I…still hold out hope that he's out there somewhere…"

"...Maybe so," Elvira said, a small tinge of hope in her voice. "...But let's not forget what we just said. He'd want us to continue on without him."

"Of course," accepted the Guildmaster. "...Well then. I believe that's all I have to say to you for now. It should be near dinnertime. I'm beginning to get hungry. Are you?"

"...Yeah," answered Arian, suddenly realising the growing empty feeling in his stomach. "I could do with some grub."

"Well, let's head, then," Melchior suggested. "If it's Aldebrand cooking, it's never a meal you want to miss. And I've missed enough of his meals this past week."

And with that, the three left the office to head for the mess hall. Mixed emotions raged in all their hearts, but all three were willing to look on the bright side of things. In a world of adversity and hardship, when mishaps had occurred…it was the least they could do.

For that was something their absent comrade would want of them. What happened to him, they knew not…but two of them did have a good feeling as to what he would want.

And keeping an optimistic view was most certainly one of them.

Arukona · Oct 15, 2022

Chapter 13
Remembering, Learning, Training

"No, Kallias. I won't do it."

"But Zenobia, don't you realise what this means? You and Elvira…you're just as in danger as I am. More so, if anything. If Mitrofan truly has gone off the deep end…then you could well be prime targets for him, just because you're related to me. It's exactly what cruel leaders do in a time like this."

"I know, Kallias. …But I'm not going to Miletos. End of story."

"...Will nothing convince you to change your mind? What about Elvira? What about her? Don't you care for your own daughter's wellbeing?"

"...All the more reason not to go to Miletos. Elvira, with the likes of them? I won't have it. I will not leave Elvira's fate in the hands of people like them."

"Come on, Zen. You know there's many people in Miletos who don't think like that. That's the whole reason you were even able to come with me and leave your old life behind. If we didn't have the backing of people like that on our side, you and I would never be where we are now."

"...Maybe. But I still think it was more your influence that had a say in things. Those attitudes in Miletos still haven't gone away and they won't go away anytime soon. I don't want to imagine the ways in which they'll try and suppress Elvira's ambitions. The amount of freedoms they'll cut from her…And more to the point, we don't know how long this will be for. A month? A year? …Will Elvira have to spend her teen years in a land of prejudice and endless curtailment? I'm sorry, Kallias, but as her mother, I can't agree to this."

"Well, what about one of the other countries? Dresilia? Alba? There's surely people who would be willing to look after you."

"...Dresilia is too alike to Miletos in its philosophy. Not as restrictive, but…I wouldn't be comfortable living there. And Alba's climate is unsuitable for someone like me with Dry Skin. Besides…think about Elvira. She's built up a great circle of friends here in Ozerograd, and isn't plagued by any kind of worries. As such, she has healthy aspirations, encouraged by you and the people around her. You would strip that away from her and kill her dreams stone dead? The people of Miletos would never approve of someone like her!"

"That's not the point, Zenobia! If she stays here, there may well just be as equal a chance her dreams may be killed stone dead, as you say! There's no Guild to begin with! All mercenaries have been declared as outlaws in Selenia. If Elvira follows in her dreams, the only place she'll end up going to is her grave! It's not safe here for the two of you! You must flee!"

"We do not know yet what will happen, Kallias! That might well be an overreaction, if we move now! Given what Miletos is like, we could well be jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire!"

"You would not be doing that, Zenobia! I'm telling you, Melchior and I personally met with Mitrofan, and it's like he's a completely different man from who he once was! For us mercs to be hunted down like fugitives…how long will it be before he decides to hunt you and Elvira down? You could be killed, or worse! Yes, worse! Kidnapping you and Elvira, and using the two of you as hostages to force me to do evil - that's a very real possibility! I wouldn't put it past him! …No, not him. Not Mitrofan. That…monster that my friend has now become. …How could this have happened? Why would my good friend do this…? He, who had the upstanding morals he did…how could he have killed the tsar and his family, burned down the Guild, and declared all of us outlaws? …Why? Just why?"

"...Oh, Kallias…come here. You've been through a lot…Just let it all out. I'm here for you."

"...*sniff*...Damn it! Damn it all! Why did this have to happen?! Why?!"

The sound of anguished crying was all that could be heard after that.

"No!"

Elvira's eyes shot open in alarm. Her heart was beating speedily in panic, and she found herself breathing rapidly. But when she saw the stone ceiling of the caves she had become used to over the past while, relief came over her.

Phew. Just a dream. I'm not living in that time anymore. Just…bad memories. That's all they are. Quickly, she closed her eyes again, and tried to get back to sleep.

But to her annoyance, sleep never came. As thoughts did in these situations…they saw to it sleep was kept at bay. And so Elvira was forced to remember those times once more

Turbulence…uncertainty…what a time that was. And what I wouldn't give to forget they ever happened. I really don't want to live through that again…Mom and Dad never argued like that. And then Dad…he…

She winced, remembering her father's anguished pleas.

…He really must've been in turmoil emotionally. It must have been sickening, seeing one of his best friends and companions turn into someone so ruthless and murderous. And then to disappear, just like that, without seeing that loose end tied up…Poor Dad. Poor, poor Dad…

Elvira laid there for the next while, staring at the ceiling. She was unsure of what time it was, nor did she really find herself caring to know that fact. Thoughts of pity and mourning for Kallias went through her mind, and also thoughts of what was said that night did the same.

…Should we have listened to Dad? Should we have left Ozerograd? Even if it meant going back to Miletos for Mom…would it have been for the best? Especially given what came after…

Memories of Hinnerk, Mikhail and various Thorned Roses came into her head.

…Would it have been better to flee before we became ensnared by their thorns?

Her mind preoccupied herself with questions like this. She never went back to sleep, but endlessly debated the scenario in her head, wondering what could have been. Despondence crept over her, and she admittedly felt like crying at times, but she resisted the tears, fearing she'd wake up her partner, who was sound asleep in his own bed.

Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity of contemplation, Elvira heard stirring from that direction. Looking over, she saw Arian let out a yawn, and rub the sleep out of his eyes. He looked over at her, and saw she was awake.

"Morning, Elvira," he began.

"...Morning," the Treecko muttered, unable to muster any kind of enthusiasm.

"...Is something wrong?" As always, the Riolu was quick to notice this. "...Oh, wait. You don't need to tell me. Is it to do with last night?"

"...Yes," she answered. Might as well tell him the whole truth. "I had a bit of a flashback last night, and…it woke me up."

"A flashback? Do you mean…like a nightmare?" Arian presumed, judging from her gloominess.

"A nightmare of sorts," confirmed Elvira. "Except it wasn't in a way, because it was exactly what happened on a night five years ago, when Dad came home after Tsar Kliment was killed."

"Hmm…" Arian thought back to what had been divulged last night. As he mulled it over, one detail stuck out to him. "Didn't you say your parents argued about leaving Selenia? 'Like the worst of enemies,' you said."

"Did I say that? …That wording might've been a bit strong, now that I think about it," Elvira self-repudiated. "But…Mom and Dad did argue about it. And…I admit that I may have listened in on what they were saying."

"...Oh." Arian's eyes widened in realisation. "Oh no…Let me guess. You heard things you shouldn't have?"

"...I did. I shouldn't have, but curiosity got the better of me. And so I listened in to try and hear what they were saying…"

And so Elvira told him all of what she recalled from the flashback. Arian listened intently, wishing to be a voice for his partner's woes when she was done. What he was hearing, though, he found it impossible to not feel sympathy for what she had been listening to. Who wouldn't feel for her? Only the heartless, that's who.

"Then the arguing died down. And then Dad…he…for the first time that I can remember, Dad was actively crying at all that was happening. …I've never seen him like that before. He was always the one that would cheer me up on days when I was off form. He was always this source of endless optimism; no matter how bad the situation was, he would never fail to find a way out. That's why I admired him so much, not just as a mercenary, but as a person. Problems simply seemed to melt before him. …To see even him broken down by all of what was happening…that only made the situation more hopeless. And hearing that my lifelong ambition now had a slim chance of coming to fruition?" Elvira looked down in despondence. "...Now that I think back on it, that might've been the moment my hesitation about becoming a mercenary began. And it stayed with me for five long years…"

"Well, that rot's ended now, hasn't it?" Arian reminded. "You're a mercenary now, in the Irian Guild. You got there in the end."

"I know. But…it's about Dad as well. He always gave me confidence and encouragement when I talked about wanting to become a mercenary. I loved him so much…" She gave a long, sad sigh. "I just wish my last days with Dad were…happier than what actually went down."

"Oh, Elvira…I'm so sorry you had to go through all that," Arian condoled. "I know everyone's said it a million times already, but I don't think it can be said enough times. You didn't deserve a loss like that." He opened his arms. "Here. You need a hug."

Before Elvira could react, the Riolu wrapped his arms around her in a comforting gesture. The Treecko was initially taken aback by the move, but accepted it nonetheless. She recognised his want to help her, and she appreciated the comfort that he gave she needed it. It was unusual, being hugged so emotionally by someone who she'd only known for a week and a half and who wasn't related to her at all.

But he didn't have to be. This was Arian, her mercenary partner. And mercenary teams always looked out for one another, whether in battle or in moments of emotional strife. She could see he was fulfilling the latter side of things quite well.

…But perhaps a little too well. After a while, she found his embrace to be rather suffocating, and his tight grip was robbing her of air.

"...Arian," she breathed, trying to communicate that she wanted out.

"...Oh! Sorry," apologised Arian, realising what she wanted, and released her from his hug at once. "I didn't mean to do that…"

"It's fine," assured Elvira. "...Arian? Can I ask you an honest question?"

"...Sure. What is it?"

"...Do you think Dad was right? Should Mom and I have evacuated Selenia five years ago? Especially given what happened to Ozerograd right after…was it the right decision to stay put? Should we have gone to Miletos instead? …I know you're maybe not the best person to ask, but…I need a second opinion on this. More than anything…"

"Hmmm…" Arian considered his partner's question. "...As much as I hate to say it, I don't know if I can truly answer your question, Elvira. Mainly because…I don't know what could've been. I don't know what Miletos is really like, so I can't truly say whether or not your mom was in the right by not bringing you there. It never happened, anyway. So why wonder about it? The way I see it, there's no point in dwelling on what could have been. The only thing we can do is look to the future. Wallowing in regret about what you did or didn't do in the past won't solve anything. …I don't blame you for doing it. We all do it at some point. But it really doesn't solve much."

"...You might be right," Elvira replied, although with a hint of reluctance.

"I will say this much, though," Arian continued. "Because you didn't leave Ozerograd, you could see exactly what was going on with your own eyes. You knew just what the Thorned Roses were doing to Ozerograd. If you'd fled to Miletos, you might not have been as aware, and therefore, you wouldn't be willing to help. And it's as your mom said; you would be cut from your friends and those you know in town. Would that be something you'd really want?"

"...No, I suppose not…"

"And there's another thing too," the Riolu added. "If you'd gone to Miletos and abandoned your house, then…you never would have found me washed up on that beach, and we'd never have met and done this thing together. Who knows where I'd be without you? …Maybe the Thorned Roses would've found me. And then I might've become one of them." He pulled a face at the thought. "Ergh…that's not a reality I want to imagine."

"Definitely not," agreed Elvira. The image of Arian wearing a Thorned Rose armband and grinning evilly conjured itself in her mind, and she mentally tried to push it away. "...I suppose you have a point. I got to meet you this way, and you were the one that helped me to put my dream back on course. …I get it. Thank Fate for the fortunes we receive, rather than curse them for our misfortunes."

"Well…not necessarily the last part," Arian replied. "My point's this, really. We just have to move forward, despite all that comes our way. Even if it's something like transforming into a Riolu, like what happened to me. Or…on a more tragic note, what Melchior told us last night. Even to a hammer blow reveal like that, we have to keep looking ahead."

"...I guess." The Treecko's voice still carried that same reluctance to accept from earlier. "...That's what Dad would probably want, too. He wouldn't want me to be moping about what happened to him. …Maybe…as much as I don't want to…it might be best to try and move on from what happened to Dad. Now I know the truth about what happened to him. …It's a hard truth to accept, but…sometimes that's just the way the world works."

"Well…If you need help, you can talk to any of us in the Guild. We all said that last night. And we mean what we say," Arian responded, thinking back to last night's dinner, after Melchior had unveiled the truth behind Kallias's disappearance. Elvira had received an outpouring of support from just about everyone in the Guild, and everyone promised her that they'd be there to comfort her if she so wished. Given the fragile emotional state the Treecko had been in, she found herself in tears at their kindness.

"I will," Elvira pledged. Before she could continue, though, she let out a yawn, and she realised at that point how tired she was. Staying up for several hours in contemplation hadn't helped her sleep any.

"You tired?" Arian asked.

"...Mmhm," murmured the Treecko. "...What time is it, anyway?"

"...Breakfast time, I think," the Riolu answered. "I can hear movement from some of the other rooms. …You know, I could always ask Aldebrand to save a bit for you, while you get some more rest. He'll understand."

"...I might do that," Elvira decided. "...Thanks, Arian. You've been a great help."

"No problem," Arian returned. "Just focus on getting on some rest. You deserve it." And with that, he got up and left the girl to catch up on the sleep she missed.

He walked towards the mess hall. Delicious smells emanated from there, which made Arian's stomach growl in hunger. Eager to taste Aldebrand's delicious cooking, he hurried himself inside, where a number of his fellow mercenaries were seated at one of the long tables. He got a tray and a bowl, received some appetising-looking porridge complete with nuts and chopped berries, informed Aldebrand about Elvira's condition and joined his comrades, sitting next to Isaac.

"Morning, Arian," greeted Lillian. "How did you sleep?"

"I slept well," the Riolu answered, as he dug into his breakfast.

"...Where's Elvira?" Axel noted. "The two of you always come out together for breakfast. …Is she alright?"

"She's fine," Arian assured. "She just needs a bit more rest. She didn't get enough sleep last night."

"...Can't blame the lassie," Ishmael replied sympathetically. "Ya would do, if ya were in 'er boots."

"Mmm…Indeed," Serafina agreed, mournfully. "To think the great Fernblade Kallias met his end in such a manner…I cannot sympathise with Elvira enough."

"Nor can I," Lillian seconded. "I don't blame her at all for breaking down in tears last night. That feeling of losing loved ones like that…It's never an easy thing to have to go through. I still have both of my parents, so I can't say I understand how Elvira feels. But I do know what it's like to lose people dear to you. And it's one of the worst feelings in the world."

"Hear, hear," Axel concurred. From his tone, and from the looks that had developed on Team Sandstream's faces, Arian couldn't help but find himself wondering if there was some history with this. He was tempted to ask, but held his tongue. Best not to get too personal. It might be a delicate topic with them.

"...Returning to the topic at hand," Isaac then interjected. "...It would be wise to not speak of Fernblade Kallias's demise outside of here. If the people caught wind of it, that would only dampen our chances and bolster Mitrofan's cause, knowing that one of his strongest adversaries has perished. It might well kill any chance of revolution we have."

"...I think that would be for the best," Arian said in agreement. "It's not exactly an easy topic to talk about, anyway. Besides…there's still a question mark over whether Kallias actually died or not. Melchior never found his body, after all."

"...With all due respect, Arian," the Espeon replied, in a doubtful tone. "This is the River Agrios we're speaking of. It's an infamous river for good reason. The swift currents, rocky riverbed, depth and quick-moving rapids all make for one of the deadliest rivers in Ardalion. Few, if any, who have fallen in have lived to tell the tale. The chances of even Fernblade Kallias surviving its flow are slim at best."

"...Tch. Way to kill confidence there, Izzy," Ishmael admonished.

"It's the truth," Isaac justified. "Deluding ourselves to it will only do us greater harm in the end. It would be a miracle if Fernblade Kallias did manage to survive. But five years have passed since he fell into the Agrios River, and not a trace of him has been seen since. …Not a promising sign, is it?"

"But..." Arian tried to protest, but the words died on his lips. He wanted to believe Kallias still lived. However, he could not deny that Isaac raised good arguments. And coupled with what Elvira had told him earlier, that maybe she was ready to begin moving on…he reluctantly found himself having to agree with Isaac's words, as he took another mouthful of breakfast.

Still…can it really end, just like that? Is that really how a great hero like Kallias met his end?

"...Can we talk 'bout somethin' else?" Natalie requested. "This is a bit heavy, all this talk 'bout Fernblade Kallias…"

"I agree," Serafina said. "It is time for a change in topic."

"...Actually, I have one," Arian brought up, keen to bring up something that had been bugging him since last night. "I've been hearing about Miletos a lot recently. But the way it's talked about by people…Is there something up with the place?"

Right after asking this question, Arian could tell there was an immediate shift in atmosphere. Looks of tension formed on the expressions of a good few of his fellow mercenaries, and the human got the feeling the answer he was about to receive was likely to be a contentious one. Oh dear…Did I ask something a little too controversial?

"Something up with Miletos?" Lillian said. "...I guess you could say that."

"...Why's that?" asked Lex. "I've never been to the place. Ise, you can tell us, can't you?"

“Certainly,” Isaac gladly accepted. “...Miletos is the strongest and most influential power in all of Ardalion. In their alliance with Dresilia, they’re near unshakeable as a power. We in Selenia could never hope to match their sheer might. Alas, that power has gone to their heads on more than a few occasions. And very often, they always lust for more like the craven they are. Most of the time, we as a nation have felt the brunt of their power-hungry ways.”

“Indeed,” Serafina took over, her lips pursed. “There was a terrible famine in Selenia that took place two hundred years ago. It devastated our country and many, many people perished. Part of that was Miletos’ fault, who did nothing to alleviate the country they’d taken over for their own gain. Their negligence strangled us as a nation, and if not for the efforts of Team Hope, Selenia may have withered altogether.”

“It caused a bitter animosity that still remains today,” Isaac went on. “You couldn’t simply forget such mistreatment, even if it was two centuries ago. But Miletos never looked back in shame. No public apology was ever given. And their current ruler will hardly kowtow to Selenia, if his actions are to be believed.”

“Who would that be? Their current ruler?” Arian asked.

“That would be Archon Pyrrhus, a vainglorious ruler who has ruled over Miletos for the past thirty years or so. If rumours are to be believed, his tyranny rivals or even exceeds that of Mitrofan. He has brought absolutism into his hands and the people live or die by his words. Some strategoi over there protested at this concentration of power. In response, he had the protesting officers executed and replaced by loyal followers of his own. Many of them are putrid, incompetent yes-mon who wouldn’t know leadership if it hit them in the face.”

“Geez…he sounds like a piece of work,” remarked Arian. “Almost like Mitrofan.”

“Both bottles an’ glasses,” Ishmael growled. “No-good fucks that wanna mess shit up for folks all ‘round. All Mets are gits, but ‘e’s a real arse, ‘e is.”

“Why did you ask that, Arian?” Isaac then said. “Amnesiac curiosity, perhaps?”

“Er, yeah. Sort of.”

That wasn’t the whole truth, but Arian didn’t want to go into detail for Elvira’s sake. I think I figured it out anyway, he thought to himself. Sounds like an awful place to be, Miletos. If Elvira moved back there with her mom and dad, that would be a bad move. She’d definitely lose a lot of freedom if she went there. …Then again, not like staying here is much better…

"Hey, forget all this doom and gloom about Miletos," Lex chimed in. "Arian, are we gonna have this spar or what?"

"Oh, right, of course," Arian said, remembering what the Cranidos had said yesterday afternoon, when they'd met for the first time. "We'll do it today. But I'd rather wait till Elvira wakes up and has something to eat first."

"Sure," Lex accepted. "The more, the merrier! It wouldn't feel right if only you were there. Since Isaac's coming as well, it'd be better if Elvira was there too."

"You're doing a good job of looking after her," Lillian complimented. "You're a good teammate, Arian."

"Well, that's what team partners are for, aren't they?" Arian reasoned. "I wouldn't be a good partner if I didn't look out for Elvira." He paused to eat up the last of his breakfast. "...Well, that's that. Guess I'll just find something to do until she wakes up."

"Any missions today, Arry?" Ishmael asked.

"No," Arian denied. "We've been doing missions for the past few days. I think we'll take a break today and hone our skills here at the Guild."

"Fair enough," the Krokorok replied. "Gotta 'ave breaks from time to time. Shame we can't stay; we got our own missions lined up today."

"As do Natalie and I," Serafina added. "We shall see you once we have completed today's tasks."

"Good luck with them," Arian wished to both teams, before returning his tray and bowls to Aldebrand to be washed. Then he returned to the main area, weighing up his options.

"Hmm…"

He looked across the hall, towards where the dojo area was.

"...Yeah. I guess I'll go there."

The dojo was quiet when Arian arrived; no one else was there. Not even Galen, the manager of the place. This wasn't uncommon, the Riolu had been told, for the Medicham usually meditated at the waterfall at the edge of his dojo, and thus usually couldn't be seen at first. Arian wanted to go and ask for permission to use the dojo, but he remembered his first encounter with him, and this made him hesitate.

Should I ask him? the Riolu pondered. Hmm…no. He recalled the way the Medicham snapped at Ishmael for interrupting his meditation. I don't want to be on the receiving end of his fury. Best not to interrupt him.

But then what? When will he be done with his meditation? That's the kind of thing that could go on forever…and I really want to scratch this itch to train that I have right now. I guess I could go back to my room…but Elvira's asleep in there, and I don't want to wake her. …What a predicament. Maybe I could just be quiet while I train? Is that feasible? …Maybe Galen won't hear me, he thought, although doubtfully.

Arian lined himself up in front of one of the dummies. Taking a breath, he readied himself to use a Metal Claw on it. He slashed forward, and cut its torso. It wasn't a deep cut, though, which disappointed him inside.

Come on, he self-criticised. I can do better than that. He decided to up the force on his next attack, charging a Force Palm and striking it dead on in the chest. This broke the dummy's centre with a crack, and with that, it fell to pieces.

Arian winced at the noise. …Did Galen hear that? Please tell me he didn't…

"...Hm. Seems the wood on that one was a little more brittle than I thought."

"Ah!" Arian jumped at the sudden voice. Looking over at the path to the waterfall, he saw Galen standing there. "Sorry, I didn't mean to break the dummy! I didn't mean to interrupt your meditation, Galen! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please don't get mad at me!"

"...You don't need to apologise. That's what the dummies are there for: to be destroyed in training," a slightly bemused Galen replied. "And as it so happens, I was finished with meditation some time ago. I'd normally put up a notice telling others they were not to disturb me. I must admit, however…I've forgotten to put it up the last few times. I apologise for that."

"Yeah…I don't remember seeing any notice up when Team Sandstream were showing us around the Guild," Arian reminisced.

"I must've forgotten, then. I suppose I only have myself to blame for my behaviour when we first met." Galen bowed sorrowfully. "That explains your jumpiness around me. My apologies, Arian."

"It's okay," Arian assured. "At least you're not always like that. I'm relieved about that more than anything. …Say, are you busy right now?"

"...Not at all. If it's fighting capabilities you seek, then you're speaking to the right person," the Medicham answered, having a feeling what the Riolu was going to ask.

"Great. I was wondering…if maybe you'd be willing to give me a few pointers?" Arian requested. "You see, I read up on Medicham recently. You're a Fighting-type like I am…and you can learn Force Palm as well. I was thinking…maybe you'd know a thing or two about what I'm capable of."

"...I shall certainly guide you, if you so wish," Galen obliged. "But to do that, I would like to see you at it again with a training dummy. Only this time…" A glint came into his eye. "What's say we make this one a little more interesting?"

"...You've got something up your sleeve," Arian observed.

"Indeed, I do. Go and stand in front of one of the dummies, if you don't mind," Galen requested. Arian followed his instruction and did so. "Now…watch the power of a psychic at work!"

Galen closed his eyes, and he raised his hand. To Arian's surprise, the dummy in front of him became enshrouded in a strange pink aura, and began to physically move.

"Oh yeah…Medicham are Psychic-type," he reminded himself. He found himself fascinated by the abilities of some Psychic-types, and he'd seen Isaac psychically levitate objects for his own purposes. He was no less intrigued now…but he did realise exactly what Galen was doing. He's animating the dummy so it'll be an actual opponent against me. Hm…that's actually clever. Better than just beating up a post of wood and sandbags…

Arian shook off his amazement once he saw the dummy heading for him. Quickly, he switched to a fighting stance and got ready to launch a Metal Claw at the dummy. He slashed forward…

…But he missed, and the dummy let him feel the weight of that error with a strike to the stomach.

"Oof!" Arian cried. "Alright, take this, you hunk of junk!" He charged a Force Palm and managed to strike the dummy in around the abdomen area.

"A good hit," Galen complimented. "But that's not good enough on its own. This dummy's material is more durable than the one you destroyed before." Thrusting forward his arm, he psychically commanded the dummy to deal a punch to Arian, which landed, causing the human to stagger back in slight pain.

"...Right," he murmured. This is harder than I thought. Being beat up by a training dummy…Good thing most of my fellow mercs are out of the Guild today. That would be a bit embarrassing. …Come on, Arian. You can win this.

Arian saw another punch incoming. But this time, he dodged it, and used a Quick Attack in retaliation, aiming to strike one of the dummy's arms to disable it. This worked, and the hit was powerful enough to tear it to splinters. Now it only had one arm to work with. With that weakness now exposed, things became easier for Arian. Wanting to be a bit more fair, he targeted the chest area with a Force Palm, and landed the blow. This made an impact; a dent was made in the sandbag that made up the dummy, and sand began to leak from it.

"...Hmm," Galen murmured. To Arian's dismayed surprise, he stopped using his psychic powers to animate the dummy, and it crumpled into a ruined pile of wood and sand.

"What? Galen, why did you stop?" Arian complained, somewhat peeved that he couldn't finish the job.

"The writing was on the wall for that match. As well as that, I wish to contribute my own advice, as you wanted," Galen explained. "You did well during that. But there are some skills you need to improve on."

I should've seen this coming, the Riolu inwardly sighed. "What could I improve on?"

"Your dodging, for one," the Medicham replied. "Some of those hits were slower hits that someone of greater experience would have little trouble avoiding. To put it simply, that's something you must work on, especially given your capabilities as a Riolu. Some species of Pokémon have strong defensive capabilities, thus lessening the need to avoid attacks, but Riolu are more fragile than that. Dodging and parrying hits are two skills that would be beneficial for you to master."

"Okay…" Arian said, nodding in understanding. "Is there anything else?"

"Yes. Your Force Palm," Galen went on. "I have little doubt it's your strongest move."

"Of course." The Riolu nodded. "I use it all the time."

"And you don't use it poorly. But at the same time…there are ways to better utilise your strikes with it, to draw out more power." The Medicham took this opportunity to line up in front of one of the other dummies. "Allow me to demonstrate what I mean."

He took a breath and closed his eyes, reasserting his focus. Then his right palm lit up with the familiar glow of Force Palm that Arian had become so familiar. Realising what was to happen, the human watched intently, seeing what he could glean from this.

Galen's left hand then went behind his glowing right. He walked slowly up to the dummy, and thrust his palm forward.

"Hi-yah!"

It was a sight to behold in Arian's eyes. The physical hit landed, but what really drew Arian's attention was the short blast of white light that originated from the Medicham's glowing palm.

The dummy stood no chance, and before the power of Galen's Force Palm, it crumpled to smithereens.

"Wow…" Arian remarked. "What was that? What did you do, Galen?"

"Force Palm can be utilised in the way I demonstrated; by unleashing a short burst of energy," Galen replied. "This has a number of uses; for instance, Force Palm can become an attack with some range to it, a shortcoming for most of us Fighting-types, including you as a Riolu."

"I see…" the canine said in understanding. "...So how can I use Force Palm like that?"

"With training and dedication. And of course…meditation," Galen answered. "But before you give me your eye-rolling expression, Arian, meditation is quite important for you too, as a Riolu. For you see, not only does it aid your concentration and calm your mind…it also helps you to develop your aura."

"My…aura?" Arian cocked his head, confused. "What do you mean, Galen?"

"It is the power Riolu and Lucario are known for," Galen explained. "More so with the latter than the former. But Riolu have that power, and can use it, albeit to a lesser degree."

"...Can I?" Arian stared at his paw. "I knew I could read emotions, but…"

"That's part of it," the Medicham elaborated. "Through their aura senses, Riolu and Lucario are able to sense the emotions of others. But if tempered, their aura senses allow them to sense far more than that. Natures of others, mind reading…and even attacks. The move Aura Sphere, for instance, is a powerful attack that Lucario is able to learn, and it's seen as a main staple when we idealise Lucario."

"Aura Sphere? …That sounds nice. I wouldn't mind having a move like that to use," the Riolu said. A thought then occurred to Arian. "Do you know any other Riolu or Lucario? Maybe…they might be able to help me get to grips with what I might be capable of."

"Alas not." Galen shook his head. "Riolu and Lucario are a rare sight. Many live in isolation, far away from centres of population, and typically stay together. You would have to hunt hard to find one, and even then, you would have to convince them to teach you. And given their perceptive abilities, they would quickly be able to discern your human background, and that might lead to you being turned away by them."

"...Oh…I see," a disappointed Arian murmured in realisation.

"Not to worry," the Medicham said immediately. "I will do all within my power to help you bring out the power that lies within you. After all…I have something of a feeling about you. You were able to defeat Hinnerk, an opponent feared by many, even the most capable of warriors. And you claim to be a human. Somehow - and granted, this could be conjecture - I feel as though you being a human is what makes you special. As if it hides away some greater potential within yourself."

"...You think?" the human pondered. "I doubt it. Just because I'm a human doesn't mean I'm hiding some superpower. I'm not exactly invincible, and there's no way in hell I could have beaten Hinnerk on my own."

"But of course. No one is invincible, Arian," Galen replied. "Regardless, there are many mysteries about you, and your greater potential is one theory I believe is right on the money. …Further training is the only way to prove whether I'm right or wrong.

"But before we get to action, let's start off with meditation first, to calm yourself after that session. As I suggested earlier, it would be beneficial for you, Arian, to help you develop your aura senses. …And of course, there's no better way to rest oneself than with a period of calm through meditation," he added, as he crossed his legs in a meditative position.

…Typical Galen. But…maybe he has a point, Arian realised. Maybe meditation would help me. At the very least, it couldn't hurt to give it a go.

"Sure," he agreed. "I'll do it." The human copied the position of the dojo master, sitting in a cross-legged position across from him.

"Close your eyes," Galen instructed. "Take deep breaths, and let them out slowly. Become more relaxed with each breath, and embrace the inner peace of your mind."

Arian followed the Medicham's instructions, and took breaths. Attempting to visualise the inner peace of his mind that Galen had described, he pictured a vista of pure tranquillity: a green field as far as the eye could see, with beautiful mountain scenery. The scene could not be more perfect: the sun shone, there was a calm breeze, and the air was crisp and clean…

"We really live in a beautiful place, don't we, Papa?"

"We do, my boy. Free from all the world's troubles, and surrounded by the amicable, supportive people of our village…I knew I made the right decision to stay here in the end. And thank the blessings of the Creator for it. It was his vision that saw the creation of the sheer beauty of this place. I wouldn't trade anything to be anywhere else but here. Not where I'm separated from you and your mother."

"Aw…thanks, Papa! You're the best!"

"...Thank you, my boy. …But perhaps it's time we head back to the village. I'd rather not get a search party sent for us again."

"…Mama really worries too much sometimes, doesn't she?"

"She only cares for us. That's all you could ask for in a wife, and a mother."

"Yeah. …I love Mama. And you too, Papa. You're both the greatest parents in the world."

"...And I you, my boy. You make me proud."

Arian snapped out of his trance.

What was that? What did I just hear?

"Arian?" Galen's voice drew him away from his thoughts. "Is something the matter?" The Medicham's eyes were open, and he was gazing at the canine with a questioning look.

"I…don't know," Arian replied. "I'm…not sure what just happened. But when I went into meditation and tried to create this peaceful image in my mind…I suddenly began to hear voices."

"Voices?"

"Yes. It was like…I was living through a memory. A memory of a child and his dad talking."

"A memory?" This caught Galen's attention. "Could it be…a memory from your past, perhaps?"

"...Maybe. But I'm not fully sure yet. I mean, the memory, if it is that, was a happy one, so…I'm not against the idea of it being from my past," Arian answered. "But I can't prove it. There's not much to go on."

"...Some truths do not reveal themselves immediately," was the dojo master's response. "Perhaps in time, you will have an answer for this."

"...I hope so. Because it does make me curious," the Riolu replied. He remained in his cross-legged position, deep in thought about what played out in his mind. Does it mean anything? Is it really a memory from my past, before I caught amnesia? And if so…was that really me and my dad talking?

He thought back to it. In it, there was definitely a father and a child talking. As well as that, it seemed to trigger when he imagined this idyllic landscape. Is that a clue? Did that memory take place in an area of beauty? That memory did talk about it…especially the dad. …I don't recall the voice in question. It doesn't sound familiar. And the child…

Wait a minute, he suddenly realised. That voice…I've heard that voice before. Just where did I hear it before…?

"There he is! He's with Galen!"

"Hm?" Once again, Arian was forced out of his thoughts, as he looked to the entrance to see Lex, Isaac…and Elvira.

"Hello, Arian," the latter greeted.

"Hi, Elvira," Arian said in return. "Did you get some sleep in the end?"

"I did. I feel a bit better now," the Treecko replied. "And now I'm ready for this spar with Isaac and Lex."

"...You look as though you've had a workout already," Isaac noted, as he sniffed the air.

"Yep," Arian confirmed. "I did some training with Galen before this."

"Did you teach him anything?" Lex wondered.

"Some things. I never turn down an opportunity to train an eager student," Galen defended. "And Arian was quite keen to hone his technique. I couldn't deny that enthusiasm. …Besides, if you win, victory will be all the greater, given your opponent's advantage. Defeating tougher opponents is a vital lesson for up-and-coming mercenaries like yourselves."

"Tougher? We'll see about that," Isaac said. "Defeating Hinnerk could not have come without the help of Team Sandstream. How good are you without their help? Are we sure it wasn't merely a fluke?"

"That was not a fluke," Arian insisted defensively, despite himself wondering that same question a number of times since he had beaten the Obstagoon. "We'll prove to you our strength's the real deal. Won't we, Elvira?"

"We will," the Treecko said, with confidence. "We might not have the might or rank of some more experienced teams, but we're far from weak."

"Come on, enough talking!" Lex interjected. "More battling! Then you can prove if you're weak or not!"

"...I suppose he's right," Arian said, finding himself agreeing with the Cranidos's words. "Let's get into this."

The two teams lined up on opposite sides of each other. Galen took his place out of their way, off to the side.

"The winner will be the side who knocks out both opponents of the opposite team," the Medicham stated. "You may not use items in this battle. Victory must be determined by your own abilities, rather than your skill with using items. Now then…" He held his hands up, and clapped them together. "Begin!"

The moment he declared this, Lex charged forward. Immediately, Arian realised he was dead in his sights. Thinking quickly, he dodged out of the way, just before his adversary's attack connected. He got to his feet and readied a Force Palm to counterattack with…

…Before, all of a sudden, pink circles entered his vision, and he felt pain that caused his move to fizzle out.

"Wh-What? Agh!" It was like a force was pulling him at all ends of his body. What is this? Ow…this really hurts…

Then he looked over, and saw Isaac's gem glowing, as the latter was using Confusion on him.

…Oh. Right. Isaac's a Psychic-type. That means…he's strong against me. …Oh dear. This one's gonna be an uphill battle…

But it's not unwinnable, just as Galen said. A disadvantage doesn't mean I can't win. Especially…when I have a reliable partner by my side.

It was at that moment that Elvira used Mega Drain on Isaac, and the distraction from that caused the pain to cease.

"Thanks, Elvira," Arian said. He didn't wait for a reply, though; he kept his focus on the opponent in front of him. Lex was barely phased by his miss, and just as quickly reared up again for another attack. Energy coated his skull once again, and he threw his head forward. Regrettably, Arian didn't fully dodge in time, and received a hit from the Cranidos' Headbutt.

What he was not expecting, though, was the sheer force behind the attack. Arian found himself thrown some distance away from where he had landed. He got up, dazed and shocked at what just happened.

"...What was that?!" he asked. "What did you do? …Argh. Ow," he winced, feeling the pain on his torso where his opponent had struck.

"...I used my head," Lex replied, unable to resist a grin at what he had just said. "See, Isaac! I can say smart stuff!"

"...Clever. But save your witty banter for when we're done, Lex," Isaac advised. "Cocky words and actions might only embolden them."

"...Careful, Arian," Elvira advised. "Cranidos are known for their sheer physical prowess. Even one hit from Lex is going to pack a serious punch."

"That's right," Lex said. "Understate me, and you're gonna regret it!"

"...True. Underestimate my partner at your peril," Isaac subtly corrected. "Stick to battling, Lex. It's what you do best."

"Gotcha, Ise!" obliged Lex. "Now…onto you, Elvira!" He lunged forward once again, this time revealing his fangs and ready to use Bite.

"Not likely," Elvira countered, and with the use of Detect, effortlessly dodged the dinosaur's attack.

"...Detect, hm?" Isaac observed. "...Looks like nothing can be done there for now. Let's focus our attacks on Arian instead. That way, it'll be one less opponent to deal with."

"Me?" Arian's eyes widened in horror. Both of them? Oh crap. That last hit took a lot out of me. If I get hit by their attacks, there's no way I can keep fighting! I need to keep going…

Isaac's gem glowed red, and Arian felt the pain from the Espeon's psychic power once again. But he powered through the attack, resisting it despite the increasing strain he was being put under.

"Hang on, Ise! I'll help!" Lex volunteered. "Take this!" He lunged forward with his skull poised to strike, and struck Arian with Headbutt again. "That should do it."

"...Oh, really?" Arian breathed. "Think again." A red glow surrounded him, and though he was panting heavily…he still stood.

"B-But how?" Lex was dumbfounded. "How did - " He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence before Arian slammed a Force Palm into him, pushing him away.

"Endure…" Isaac observed.

"Arian! I'll help!" Elvira called out, before using Mega Drain on Lex. The combo proved to work quite well, and after it had been dealt, the Cranidos was in similar straits to Arian, on the verge of being defeated. "There. That should even the odds a bit."

"I don't think so," Isaac shot back. He unleashed a different attack, this time one that shot star-shaped rays at his two opponents. Seeing them, Arian attempted to dodge out of the way, but the effort was futile; they chased him down and hit him anyway.

"...No…I think that's me down," he said regrettably, as he tried to get up without success. "Sorry, Elvira…"

"...No worries," Elvira returned. "I'll finish this. A team isn't defeated unless all of its members fall."

"Quite right," Galen seconded from the sidelines. "Victory is never a guarantee at a point like this. The odds may be in favour of Team Mindfist, but they must push further for victory, if they want it. And though Elvira's on her own now…that doesn't mean she's exhausted all of her strategic options."

"Duly noted," Isaac said. "Well then…what tricks do you possess on your own, Elvira? That…I would like to see."

"You won't be disappointed," Elvira promised. "Now then…I know I said it already, but let's even the odds a bit. For real this time." She focused her attention on Lex, whom she unleashed another Mega Drain on. The Cranidos was unable to avoid the attack in time, and joined Arian in having to throw in the towel.

"So that's an even playing field, you say?" the Espeon remarked. "...I wonder about that. Arian and Lex are alike in many ways - both yearn to get into the thick of things. But are you and I alike? Are you the 'brains' of Team Elpis, just as Arian seems to be your 'brawn'?"

"...You know, I really don't like labels like 'brains' or 'brawn' to describe people's fighting style," criticised Elvira. "My dad taught me that the best fighters have both at their disposal. Sharpening one edge of the blade is no good; both strategy and power have to be constantly honed if someone wants to be the best warrior they can. There's an old Miletan quote about this. …What was it again? Something about cowards and fools…"

"'The leader that separates his warriors from his tacticians will have his battles fought by fools and strategies devised by cowards,'" Isaac recited. "I'm aware. I've read my share of the works of Miletan historians. That specific quote comes from Chapter 1, line 46 of the History of the Tyrant King's War, written by Euthymios of Lefkada. …I'm surprised you know of it. And I'm glad that you do. Because I don't believe in that nonsense of brains and brawn either. Logic and strength in the one warrior…truly, the ultimate combination. But do you have both? Come. Let's find out!"

After saying this, he used Confusion. Elvira took the hit, luckily resisting it better than Arian did due to her partner's type disadvantage against Espeon. Even so, the Espeon's psychic power was made apparent through that attack alone. He and Lex…quite a powerful pair. Even without his partner, Isaac's still a force to be reckoned with. …I need to make a similar stand. I shouldn't need to rely on Arian's help all the time. There might well be a time in the future where I'll have to rely on my own strengths, rather than depend on Arian. Now's as good a time as any to start on that…by getting some of my strength back.

Elvira cast Mega Drain again. It was a slight relief to her, feeling herself regain some of her energy. It wasn't much, but it was a way to deal damage and heal herself at the same time. The latter was important, especially in a duel where no items like Oran Berries were allowed.

However, her opponent instantly struck back with a Quick Attack. The look in Isaac's eyes showed a determination that would not give in until a substantial conclusion to this spar had been reached.

"I can do that too, you know," Elvira responded, and hit back with her own Quick Attack.

"Not a unique factor," shot back Isaac. "Quick Attack is plentiful, learned by a high proportion of Pokémon. I would be disappointed if Quick Attack is all you have to offer me."

"Of course not. How about this, instead?" Elvira then got up close, and launched a Leafage attack at Isaac. At close range, the Espeon found himself unable to dodge the Treecko's flurry of leaves, and many of them dealt a number of cuts to him.

"...Not bad," Isaac panted. That was an encouraging sign for Elvira; she was wearing her opponent down, and he was getting close to giving in. "...You have skill, Elvira. You deserve praise on that front. But…our spar's not over. Not until one of us yields. And I have no will to admit defeat now!"

At that point, he suddenly turned around. Before Elvira could react, Isaac kicked his rear legs backward, and she got a face full of sand.

"Agh!" she cried, as the sand got in her eyes. "Sand-Attack?"

"Quite right," Isaac declared. "Just the move to trip you up at this point in our spar."

"Doesn't matter," Elvira breathed. "I can still defeat you!" She launched Mega Drain. However, her obfuscated vision thanks to Isaac's Sand-Attack made it for an effortless dodge from the Espeon.

"As I predicted," the psychic said. "Now to capitalise on your mistake!" His gem glowed, and Elvira was hit with Confusion once again.

Urgh…not good, the Treecko thought to herself, as she felt the Confusion wear her down. This sand's really blurring my view. At this rate, Isaac's got this in the bag. He has Swift, after all. Just one Swift might well be enough to finish me off. If I'm to win…I need to make this count.

"This should wrap things up," Isaac said. As Elvira predicted, he used Swift, and the star-shaped rays of the attack came careening toward her. It seemed inevitable that he would win…

…Unless the unmissable attack happened to miss. Which it did, much to the shock of the Espeon.

"But…oh, that's right," he realised, recalling earlier in the spar. "You know Detect…"

"...Yes, I do," Elvira replied, her eyes glowing in a familiar usage of the move. "And I'm not going to let this go to waste."

"...Hmph," Isaac huffed. "That can only keep you safe for so long."

"I know that. But it's like I said. I won't let this go to waste," the Treecko vowed. "And I know just what move to use."

The next thing Isaac knew, a Quick Attack struck him. To his annoyance, it hit him head-on, despite the Sand-Attack's effects still plaguing his opponent. And worse still for him, it felt like Elvira had put her all behind the attack, and as such, it hit harder than it normally should have. Coupled with the previous attacks, the Espeon found himself on his side, and struggled to get on all fours again.

Even he knew when to give up. And so Isaac uttered the words confirming his submission.

"I yield."

This caught Elvira by surprise. "You do?"

"Yes. I submit."

"...That decides that, then," Galen said from the sidelines. "The winner of this match is Team Elpis!"

"Elvira, you did it!" congratulated Arian, coming up to her. "You won us the victory!"

"...I merely did my best," the Treecko played down. "To be honest, I didn't think I'd manage to win the spar at some points…"

"Well, let this be known to you, Elvira," Galen said, as he walked over to them. "Never doubt your ability to claim victory. There's a reason why the saying 'clutching victory from the jaws of defeat' still holds up today. No matter how dire the battle situation may seem, it is never impossible to triumph in the face of adversity. …That goes for you too, Team Mindfist. It was a close match that could have gone either way."

"It was," agreed Lex. "And it was a good one! You're great sparring partners, the both of you! Let's do this again sometime!"

"Indeed," Isaac concurred. "I wouldn't be so sure of victory going to you, though. I'll see to devising strategies that will lead to your defeat next time."

"A good plan," Galen approved. "It would be a way to assess the strengths and weaknesses of each of your fighting styles, and how to improve upon them. I myself have spotted a few things. In the coming days, I'll teach you how to improve your fighting technique."

"We'll look forward to it," Arian replied. "...That was a good workout. But you know what? I still feel ready and raring to do stuff. …Is that strange?"

"Not at all," Isaac replied. "Riolu are known for their stamina, like most other Fighting-types. You most likely still have energy to burn."

"It should be around noon right now," Elvira said. "...We might still be able to do a mission today. …But after a short break for me. I don't have the same stamina you have, Arian."

"That's okay. I can wait," Arian accepted. "Let's go back to our room. There's more species of Pokémon I haven't read up on yet. …You're not the only one who'll be studying up on strategies, Isaac," he added, targeting his words at the Espeon. "I'm no slacker to making up plans."

"...I look forward to seeing what you come up with," Isaac returned. "I would hate to see your strategy stagnate and fail to grow beyond typical means."

"You won't be disappointed," promised the Riolu. "Later, you two!" He left the dojo, with Elvira following close behind.

"...Heh. Looks like we hit the jackpot with good sparring partners, eh, Ise?" Lex said to his partner.

"...We did. Arian and Elvira…" Isaac looked at the duo as they disappeared out of sight. "...Ones to watch, those two. Something tells me…they're not the kind of people that will fade into obscurity. I can't prove what will be, but…it's just a feeling. And one I'd put stock in."

Just what will they achieve, though? That intrigues me more than anything. Hopefully that's a question that will come to light in due time.

Notes

A bit of a filler chapter, this one, intent to show greater interaction with Galen and Team Mindfist.

The quote Isaac recites is a paraphrasing of a quote by Thucydides. Of course, given this world of fiction, a similar ancient scholar with a different name takes his place. In relation to this, the location mentioned, Lefkada, is named after a Greek island. Miletos itself is named after the ancient city of the same name in Asia Minor, and its people and places take mainly after Greek names. More on it when we get to it, though.

The movesets I use aren't based on any particular generation or game, but rather a mishmash of various generations. For instance, Lex has Bite here, which Cranidos only learns in Legends Arceus and not in any generation prior. But then he also has Headbutt, which Cranidos doesn't have in Legends Arceus. I don't obey any particular system when it comes to moves, but instead amalgamate moves from a few generations.

Update (22/1/23): I changed the dialogue when Arian asks why Miletos is bad to focus on the authoritarian nature of Archon Pyrrhus.

Arukona · Oct 15, 2022

Chapter 14
Allusions and Anima

One morning a few days later…

"Wow…this is fascinating…"

"What is it, Arian?" Elvira asked. Looking over, she saw her partner engrossed in a book.

"I'm reading this book about the history of mercenaries in Ardalion," Arian told her, looking up from his tome. "So it was this tradition that mercenaries were hired hands for armies, and were common back in an era when wars between the nations were common. Then in Alba, this new kind of mercenary's guild was set up that did any job for the right price. But…it was literally any job, no matter what it was. They signed up for armies, but they also did small stuff, like treasure hunting, routing bandits, finding lost people…just about anything you could think of, they'd do it. Jacks-of-all-trades, really. …A bit more like what we do today."

"So you're immersing yourself into Ardalion's history, are you?" Elvira wondered.

"I am. If I'm to better adjust myself to this world, it'd be best if I know the various cultures of it," Arian reasoned. "But I found this book about the history of mercenaries, and after reading it, I'm a bit hooked."

"...What era are you on?" asked the Treecko.

"I just finished the end of the Great Selenian Famine," the Riolu answered. "...Interesting. I never knew Selenia was annexed by the Eastern Alliance two hundred years ago."

"That's true," Elvira confirmed. "It's one of the reasons why Selenia and the eastern countries have a bone to pick with one another. …Oh…so you read about Team Hope, did you?"

"Yep. They sound like real heroes," Arian answered. "They really lived up to that name, being a beacon of hope in a time of crisis. When the starving Selenian people, ridden by blight and denied help by their occupiers, needed help more than ever, an unknown trio rose up and did just that. Gamaliel, a Blaziken, Vilmantas, a Togekiss, and Tatiana, a Luxray - they all followed in the footsteps of the kind of mercenary that had been established in Alba and brought it to Selenia. They founded the Irian Guild, and built the foundations for what it later became. Through their help, they recruited other people who wanted to follow in their footsteps to their cause, and built up quite a following. They then aided Prince…" He looked back at the book, double-checking the name. "...Kaloyan in overthrowing his brother, Tsar Rihard, who was effectively a puppet of Dresilia and Miletos's regime. He then set about planning an uprising to drive the occupiers out, with Team Hope and their fellow mercenaries backing him every step of the way," he said, reading from the book directly. "And against all odds…they were successful in reclaiming this country. Selenia remains free from the Eastern Alliance's control to this day."

"It is quite a story," Elvira replied. "One of my old teachers loved to teach that era of history, and about the triumphalism of Team Hope."

"Is this the same teacher that Flora said was incredibly boring?" Arian guessed, recalling a previous conversation involving the Petilil.

"Yes," the Treecko replied, with a slight giggle in remembrance of past events with her friend. "But going back to that time. It effectively glorified mercenaries in Selenia, and got rid of that stereotype of them being bloodthirsty sellswords who'll kill anyone for the right price. If not for Team Hope's heroism, the Irian Guild would never have become as prestigious as it is today, and many more would have perished from starvation and disease. Many budding mercenaries strive to emulate the example that Team Hope created."

"...Hmm…you think maybe we could take after them a bit?" pondered the Riolu thoughtfully. "Because our name, Team Elpis, isn't too different from Team Hope. It's about being beacons of hope in a time of hardship. …That's not really too different to what Team Hope was all about, was it?"

"...I suppose not," Elvira considered. "...But on the other hand, the circumstances of hardship are different. Back then, Selenia was truly in an awful place. That was a time when people were dying in great numbers to the point that many weren't able to be buried properly. There was scarce little food, and most of what was able to be produced was sent off to the East."

"What? But…people were starving to death and dying in droves! And yet all that food that could have saved their lives was shipped off to people that already had plenty?"

"I know. Injustice at its worst. …Let's just say the Great Selenian Famine has caused a great deal of frostiness between west and east. A few tsars have tried to thaw relations, but…they've had to back down on a few occasions due to outcry from commoners and nobles alike. It's most definitely not been forgotten by Selenia, even if it is around two hundred years old at this time."

"...I'd say they have the right to be angry about it," Arian opinionated. "How could you forget something as cruel and heartless as that?"

"I don't blame you for sympathising with them," Elvira replied. "Just…don't do what some people do and label all people from the East as blackhearts. It's simply not true. Mom, Dad and Melchior are proof of that."

"Wait…" Arian processed what his partner just said. "What? You mean…Melchior, Zenobia, and Kallias…they're all from the East?"

"All from Miletos, yes," Elvira confirmed. "The short version of it all is that Dad and Melchior found that they'd have a better chance of carrying out their ideal life as mercenaries in Selenia. Around the same time, Dad met Mom, and the three of them migrated to Selenia. Dad and Melchior became a part of the Irian Guild, and once they'd found a firm home to settle in, Dad and Mom married. Not long afterward…I was born."

"...Wow…" Arian looked dumbstruck. "I…I never would have thought that Melchior and Zenobia were from another country."

"No, and that's because they've become accustomed to life here in Selenia," Elvira explained. "They're more Selenian than the Selenians themselves. And that's how they want to be seen. Dad and Melchior both felt far more at home here, and liked Selenia far more than Miletos. …And Mom…well…" she trailed off.

"...Oh right…" Arian realised, recalling a few mornings ago, when he'd comforted Elvira over this very thing. "...I suppose if what everyone said about Miletos is true, it's no wonder your mom feels that way. …What's the background behind it, though? …If you don't mind me asking?"

"..." Elvira paused, considering her words. "...I would tell you, but…I wouldn't be comfortable telling that exact story without Mom's approval. It's not the kind of thing she'd like being blabbed about to everyone."

"...Oh. Okay," Arian said in understanding. He was slightly disappointed to not hear the truth, but at the same time, he wanted to respect Zenobia's wishes.

"...Maybe you'll hear it one day," Elvira replied in consolation, presuming her partner's emotions on this matter. "Maybe when we visit home, sometime. When Mom's there to give approval."

"...Speaking of going places…that's what we ought to be doing," Arian announced. He folded the page corner of the book he was reading, closed it and put it near his pillow.

"Agreed," Elvira said. "...Let's go and see what missions there are."

The two walked out of their room and down to the main area. Once they reached it, they looked over at the noticeboards, and saw Serafina and Natalie browsing them. Sifis was also there, looking over more mission requests that had been sent in.

"Morning, you two," Elvira greeted. "Any missions?"

"Ah, good morning to you too, Elvira and Arian!" Serafina returned, with a curtsy. "Alas, not yet. We were still in the midst of deciding which mission to take."

“If it’s a mission you two girls are looking for, I’ve an ideal one for you among this lot,” Sifis said, looking up from his desk. He grabbed one of the parchment pieces with his mandibles, and tossed it Team Anima’s way. Serafina caught it.

"What does it say?" Natalie asked. Her partner cleared her throat and read from it.

Oh, heavens' woe! Cleave mine heart in twain! The most vulnerable and resistless of souls hath vanish'd from my care and sight! Beauteous Candice, a Vivillon with wings bluer than any ocean - she is who I beseech you to rescue. Seek her presence in the caves of Lapis Grotto, where, on the sixth floor, she awaits the aid of a saviour. Prithee, Guild of Iria, I implore ye: rescue this pure, innocent maiden, begone of wrongdoing, and deliver her to Karinina's Inn in Iria.

- Dio (Primarina)

- Location: Lapis Grotto (6F)

- Reward: 500P. Mayhaps more for ye, O enemies of the Tyrant.

“What’s this, though?” Elvira noted. “‘For enemies of the Tyrant’? What are they implying with that?”

“A mysterious reward,” Arian murmured. “Could be interesting. …Or a trap.” That thought occurred to him.

“It’s in Iria, too.” A dark expression crept over Elvira’s face. “That’s where Mitrofan’s greatest presence is. It’s a considerable risk to even enter there. And like Arian said, that could well be a trap.”

“Perhaps. But we will not know unless we complete this mission, no?” Serafina said. “Consider that another’s wellbeing is at stake. I elect we take a chance on this occasion.”

“If we go in and out in two shakes, we should be good?” Natalie proposed. “No dawdlin’ once we’re in.”

“B-But…” Elvira herself looked torn.

“If we’re careful about it, we should be good,” Arian said. “Besides, I’m kinda curious myself about that reward. Maybe we could go together?”

“Actually,” Sifis interjected. “Before you make any decisions, there's another request here that's also got to do with Lapis Grotto. There." He gave it to Elvira, who read it aloud.

I am a musician who has need of Amplifying Crystals for a performance I wish to put on with a good friend of mine. They are commonly found in Lapis Grotto, not far from Iria. I ask that whoever accepts this request collects them and delivers them to me at Karinina's Inn in Iria.

- Khoroshev (Oranguru)

- Location: Lapis Grotto (Spring)

- Reward: 200P

"A bit less," Arian noted. "And…not quite as articulate as the last one."

"But look," Elvira pointed out. "These two missions meet in the same place when we're done with them. That's…rather convenient, actually. It would mean less time spent hunting down clients."

"...That makes things easier. …Hmm…" Arian then turned to Team Anima. "Do you two want to take these on?"

"...May I suggest an alternate solution?" Serafina proposed. "I propose we take on one mission each, and work together in the Mystery Dungeon. The total reward of both missions combined can then be divided between us. Taking into account both missions…that comes to the total of 700P. Divided in two, that makes 350P for both of our teams."

"350P?" That drew Arian's attention. That's a lot more than the average request. And we get to work together with Team Anima… "Sure, why not? I'm in."

"...So am I," Elvira seconded.

"Splendid!" Serafina celebrated. "Let us not delay, then. Let us prepare for this mission ahead."

She and Natalie then left for their room to prepare for the mission. Arian and Elvira did the same, and returned to their own room to fetch their materials.

"...I think we're alright for materials," Elvira said, checking the bag to see if they were low on anything. "Alright, Arian. Let's go."

"...No. Not yet," Arian replied. "You're forgetting something. Or rather…two things."

His gaze fell to the two scarves, one blue and one green, hung up side by side. They had been worn a few times now, usually when the two went out to go on missions. It was becoming a regular routine for them to wear their scarves, and they had received more than a few compliments regarding their new look.

"Oh, of course. How could I forget?" Elvira walked over to where Arian was taking the two of them down. He handed her the blue scarf, while he kept the green one. Both slung them around their necks, and tied them as they had.

"There. Now we're ready," Arian declared.

"...We are. Let's not keep Team Anima waiting."

And so the two walked out into the hallway.

"You two look so fetching!" praised Serafina, as she, Natalie, Arian and Elvira walked through the countryside. "Those scarves truly enhance your look!"

"I'm glad you like them," Elvira replied. "Dad and Melchior got a lot of compliments about their scarves, too. Then again…Mom did make both sets of them."

"Perhaps we should look to get scarves of our own," the Meowstic saidd. "What say you about that, Natalie?"

"...Maybe," the Ledian replied, in her shy way. "They look nice. …Still, dunno if I'd wanna get attention 'cause of 'em…"

"...A fair point," assessed Serafina. "I was merely considering the idea of scarves becoming a uniform of sorts for mercenaries. It would give a stylish flair to our appearances. Team Sandstream would benefit from this, as would Team Mindfist!" she went on enthusiastically. "I shall see to it the idea reaches them, and I am hopeful they will take a shine to it."

"That's not a bad idea, actually," Arian said. "It'd let people know who we are. …What do you think, Elvira?"

"...Perhaps. But not right now," Elvira said. "We're still outlaws at this time. We shouldn't wear outfits that will make us stand out. Then Mitrofan's allies will know who to look out for, and that wouldn't be too good at all for us."

"...I see your point." Serafina sounded dejected. "...Regrettable. But I understand what you mean, Elvira."

They continued walking along the road. Strangely for Serafina, she kept quiet for the next while, something Arian couldn't help but feel was out of character for her. Natalie's quiet disposition was more fitting for her to act this way, but her talkative partner, normally eager to gossip and chat, had little at all to speak of. For once, she was keeping her thoughts to herself, as opposed to expressing them.

Not wanting this awkward silence to persist, Arian decided to speak up.

"Is something bothering you, Serafina?" he wondered.

"...Oh, you need not worry about me, Arian. It is merely…" The Meowstic let out a long sigh. "...Reminding myself of my fugitive status now that I am a mercenary. Every time I think this…I am then reminded that it was once not this way. My father greatly respected the mercenaries of the Irian Guild, and often hired them to carry out missions for him. He even hired Team Marshwood on a few occasions."

"Your father? Oh yeah…you did say you were a noble, weren't you?" Arian recalled. "From…sorry, I don't remember the name of the place."

"Karelia," Serafina reminded. "My father was the lord of the oblast. It is a rural county, and alas, that means the knights' response to there is not as swift as it would be for other oblasts. As such, he often turned to the Irian Guild to solve Karelia's difficulties, given their good record and reliability."

"Karelia…" Elvira mulled the name over. "...Yes, I think I remember Dad telling me about that. Your father…Is he Lord Feliks, by any chance?"

"Indeed, he is. Feliks Jovanovich Dorofeyev," the Meowstic confirmed. "We are a family of four; he, my mother, my brother and I. I am Serafina Feliksovna Dorofeyeva, his daughter. …But you need not refer to me by my full name, nor even Lady Serafina, Just Serafina will do."

"Good to know you're not one of those snooty noble types who insist on proper titles for everything," Arian replied, feeling a little relieved at that.

"No, indeed. That would be too egotistical, making demands like that," Serafina said, in understanding. "As well as that, we are far from a rich noble family. In terms of the noble hierarchy in Selenia, our family is right at the bottom. We feel, therefore, that we have more in common with the commonfolk than other noble families, and so take after their customs more. …Unfortunately, this has not led to good relations with other Selenian nobles. Often, we have been on the receiving end of mockery, verbally and monetarily. The latter of which has become a significant worry within my family. My father refuses to raise taxes on the commonfolk, and so our family must bear the financial burden. We've had to live more frugally, and before all of this, I've heard talk of my family marrying me off in order to get a dowry to better stabilise their influences."

"Marrying you off? That's never good…" murmured Arian.

"...My father is aware of my worries. He has assured me that I will have a say in who will be my husband. That was what he said to me five years ago now, before all of this happened." She looked wistfully off to the side. "It truly is amazing, just how time flies…"

"...Where are your family now?" wondered Elvira. "Do they still rule over Karelia?"

"...Not my father, alas. He, like others, was vocally against the idea of supporting the reign of a murderer like Mitrofan," Serafina mourned. "We unfortunately had little choice but to flee Selenia altogether, lest we be murdered by those who supported him. My family fled to Dresilia, and that is where they remain today."

"Why are you here, then?" asked Arian. "Shouldn't you be with your family?"

"...I couldn't settle in Dresilia," Serafina admitted. "All the while I was there, I kept thinking about all those people under Mitrofan's thumb, and just how much I was to them, sitting in Dresilia doing nothing. I couldn't stay there. I had to do something. Then, one day…Melchior happened to appear in the village in which we were taking refuge. I confessed my situation to him, whereupon he told me about the underground Irian Guild he was in the midst of organising. and offered me membership. I accepted his offer, and…here I am. My family were worried, but they wished me well, and we still keep in regular correspondence with one another."

"...Quite a story," Arian remarked. "...Well then…where does Natalie fit into this? …If you don't mind me asking," he added, remembering the Ledian's reticent disposition.

"...Natalie has been my best friend since I was young," Serafina answered. "I wished to form a team, and I couldn't think of anyone I wanted more to be my partner. I therefore travelled back to Karelia, and informed Natalie of my proposition. I made it clear that she didn't have to join me in this considerably dangerous move, that she could stay with her parents and siblings if she so wished."

"But I didn't want ya to be on yer own," Natalie replied. "I've always kinda been a lone gal. But ya made time for me, and yer pa and ma forgive my kinfolk's debts. Ya helped me a lot…and I wanna help ya in return. So I came with ya, and we've been doin' this whole merc thin' for a few years now."

"So that explains how you came to the Guild, then," Elvira said. "...But may I ask how Karelia is doing at the minute?"

"...Well…it has been some time since we were there last," Serafina said. "...In all honesty…things could be worse there. Karelia is nothing like Ozerograd was. There is no wicked despot ruling the roost, and there is no gang that hangs intimidation over the people like a noose. …I cannot have enough sympathy for what Ozerograd went through. I met the Ozerograd lord's son, Dimitri, while in Selenia, and he was beside himself over what happened to his father and his domain."

"Oh yes…he was in Dresilia studying, wasn't he?" Elvira recalled. "...He's still alive. That's a relief."

"Indeed, he is. …But back to Karelia, if you do not mind," Serafina politely rerouted. "It is relatively peaceful, and…in many ways, the lives of the people have not changed much."

"Yeah," Natalie seconded. "It's 'cause most of us commonfolk aren't affected by all 'em political stuff. For us farmin' lot, it's still plowin' fields, sowin' seeds, pickin' berries, and takin' our food to market. Only big thing that changed is who we're payin' our rent to."

"And who would that be?"

"...My uncle," Serafina revealed. "Lord Rafail Jovanovich Dorofeyev. The younger brother of my father."

"...Is he a bad ruler?" Arian wondered, trying to judge the answer based on Serafina's emotions. She seemed unhappy about this last part, and he wanted to dig deeper to find out why.

"...I would not say that," the psychic cat replied. "He knows how to rule, and those beholden to him do not seem aggrieved by his rule. He is far from a despot; that, I can say for sure. And I know my uncle. He was a fair man when I was younger, and acted as an advisor to my father. He also loved the oblast in which he lived, and the people who lived there."

"...Okay. He seems alright. …So what's the problem?"

"The fact that he's where my father should be. The fact that he supports Mitrofan even now, despite the brutal murders he carried out towards Tsar Kliment, Tsarina Yelizaveta, and Prince Leonid." Serafina's tone was laced with contempt. "Uncle Rafail is effectively Mitrofan's representative in Karelia. Like a number of nobles, he was most likely been offered some sort of deal that would give him the position of the oblast's lord, and took it once a good deal was offered. Either that, or he was threatened. Threatened with execution if he didn't comply. After all, that is how Mitrofan rules. Comply with him, or you shall be sent straight into Yveltal's embrace. …It does guarantee peace. But peace brought about by fear is no peace at all," she finished, her lips pursed with silent fury. Beside her, Natalie gave a concerned look towards her partner.

"...I had a feeling it was like this," Elvira remarked. "Fear brought about by threats of compliance, and corruption through bribery and coercion…it's a sad sight, to think that this is being carried out in our very own country like this." She gave a long, downcast sigh. "...Why, Mitrofan? Why did you suddenly change like this?"

"...Actually, about that," Arian brought up. "From what you told me before, it's like your dad and Melchior knew Mitrofan personally. By the sounds of it, they seemed like they were good friends. Who was Mitrofan before all of this?"

"...Oh my," Serafina uttered. "Do you not know, Arian?"

"...Not know what?" the Riolu said, brow furrowed in confusion. "Am I missing something here?"

"...Did I not tell you?" Elvira said, in slight surprise. "Oh goodness…this will come as a bit of a shock to you, then."

"What will come as a shock? Elvira, what are you talking about?"

"...I'll just come out with it straight," the Treecko decided. "…Mitrofan was the Guildmaster of the Irian Guild five years ago."

"Oh, really?"

Then Arian did a double take.

"Wait, what?!" He was absolutely blindsided by what he just heard. "Guildmaster?! But how?! How could he be the former Guildmaster? This tinpot dictator…was the former Guildmaster? How the hell does that make sense?!"

"...I suppose you would be surprised if you knew nothing about who he was," Elvira replied. "But before everything went down five years ago, Mitrofan was the Irian Guild's Guildmaster. He earned a reputation as a capable, just man who led the Guild well and really helped to promote the Guild as virtuous and dependable, perhaps to the best it was in years. And without him…Dad and Melchior would never have become the prestigious men that they were."

"...Oh yeah…you did say Kallias and Mitrofan were friends, didn't you?" Arian recalled. "At least, before everything went down five years ago."

"They were very good friends. In fact, Dad and Melchior were among the most prominent supporters of Mitrofan while he was Guildmaster. In turn, he saw to it they were justly recognised for their valorous actions. Kallias and Melchior of Team Marshwood, with Guildmaster Mitrofan of the Irian Guild…the three of them were shining stars. They were so good that even Dresilia and Miletos, who normally abhor and slander mercenaries, gave them praise. That's quite an achievement, given how divided the two halves of Ardalion can be at times."

"Wow, really? That must have been quite an achievement," Arian remarked, surprised to be hearing all of this about the Selenian tyrant. Reminded of this current reality, his expression turned a bit more serious. "...But then I have to ask…how in the world did someone like that end up becoming…you know…?"

"...I don't know," a downcast Elvira replied. "I don't know why he's suddenly changed like this. He should be a great leader, if you think about it. He ran the Irian Guild, one of the most prestigious organisations in Selenia. And he was a mercenary himself, before he became Guildmaster. He should be charitable. He should have all the qualities that would make a fine leader. …I don't understand. Why has he been like this? What drove him to change like this?"

"...I do not know. But being the leader of the Irian Guild and being the tsar of Selenia are two different things," Serafina reasoned. "It is no easy feat ruling over this country, or any country for that matter. It wouldn't be preposterous to suggest that Mitrofan cannot handle that responsibility. But…one could make the argument that Selenia has had worse leaders. And certainly, when one looks at the reigns of Tsar Silvestr, Tsar Rihard, Ippolit the Foolhardy, and other disgraced tsars of their ilk, Mitrofan is not bad by comparison."

"But he ain't a good leader, either," Natalie piped up.

"No, indeed, Natalie. And I have no idea why he would not be either. Something tells me, however…that the answer is far from a simple one." Serafina then sighed. "Alas, at this point, we have no definite proof to back up such a claim."

"...Can we stop talkin' 'bout this?" Natalie requested. "Talkin' 'bout politics and all that makes me all glum…"

"Of course," agreed Serafina. "...And luckily for you, Natalie, we have arrived at the Mystery Dungeon in question."

The two teams looked forward at a cave, surrounded by trees in a small wooded area. By this stage, Arian was well-used to the sight of a Mystery Dungeon's entrance, and knew one when he saw one.

"Well, let's find what we're looking for in there," he said. "A missing Vivillon and some Amplifying Crystals, was it?"

"Indeed," Serafina confirmed. "Let us waste no more time, and enter."

Lapis Grotto

1F

The Dungeon was a cave not unlike Cyan Cove. Puddles of water were a constant feature, and the cave had a bluish glow to it. However, it wasn't exactly like Cyan Cove; due to the inland nature of the Dungeon, the water was fresh rather than salty, and as well as that, the water's shade was closer to a sapphire hue than cyan.

"Right, let's see." Arian scanned the room. "To our left. Let's go down that way."

"...Ya don't waste time decidin' nothin'," Natalie observed.

"That's true," Elvira agreed. "You're certainly getting quite into the role of a mercenary, Arian. You've definitely developed from when you first entered a Mystery Dungeon."

"At least it's proof I'm getting better," the Riolu replied. "...Still, doesn't mean Mystery Dungeons aren't strange as anything. They still baffle me…"

"As they do for most," Serafina reasoned. "You are not alone in thinking that, Arian. Many devote their lives to figuring out why this phenomenon exists. But I doubt we will ever receive a proper answer. Until then…we forge on, in spite of our gaps in knowledge."

"...Yeah," Arian said in agreement. "That might be the way we should go about it. …But anyway, let's go looking for the stairs."

They searched through each room thoroughly. It had become a basic routine for Arian now, for him and Elvira to hunt down the stairs in order to get through the floor in question as efficiently as possible. They typically stayed together as a unit, and picked up items whenever they saw them.

…Though Elvira felt her partner was sometimes a bit too eager to collect items. A sentiment that carried over into here, too.

"Look!" Arian pointed out, seeing a blue berry on the ground. "An oran berry. That'll be useful." He picked it up. "Huh…this one's a bit different than normal…"

"Different? …Naw, Arian, don't pick it up," Natalie warned, once the rest of them got a closer look. "That ain't an oran berry. It's an oren berry. They ain't good for ya."

"...What?" Arian was confused. "An oren berry? …Is there a difference?"

"There is, indeed," Serafina answered. "An oren berry - o-r-e-n - looks very much like an oran berry - o-r-a-n - but it is far from a safe berry to eat. It would sooner hurt you than heal your wounds. Do not eat it, Arian."

"...Hm. Well, if you say so…" Arian murmured disappointedly, throwing the oren berry away. "That sucks. Good thing you guys warned me. I might well have eaten it without knowing."

"It is a common error made by many budding mercenaries," the Meowstic replied. "Believe me - I have made that same mistake myself."

"Yup," Natalie confirmed. "I tell ya, ya were as green as a Metapod after eatin' one of 'em oren berries, back when we were wet behind the ears 'bout bein' mercs. Ya got a stern lecture from Raya after that."

"Indeed…" Serafina recalled. "When I started down this path as a mercenary, I regret to admit that I was far from a professional. Amateurish mistakes were commonplace, and were it not for the aid of Natalie, who was more experienced than me, I would almost certainly have been a goner. I lay the blame for my ineptitude at my noble heritage. Years of untapped potential bore its consequences when I started into mercenary work."

"...Ya ain't like that now," Natalie brought up. "Yer a lot better now, Serafina."

"I know, Natalie. It is thanks to your efforts, along with Galen's and Guildmaster Melchior's, that have improved my psychic powers and capabilities as a mercenary. And now I feel far more confident in my prowess," she said. "...I have come a long way from the dainty noblewoman. My family may be in for a shock when we meet each other again."

"You still act like a noble, though," Arian pointed out. "They might not be too shocked. …Then again, it's not like I know them."

"Maybe one day, you shall meet them," Serafina idealised. "After Selenia has emerged from this mess she finds herself in. …We can only hope that one day, it will happen."

"...I hope so," Arian said. Not wanting to dwell on this particular topic, he tried to think of something else to bring up. Thankfully, he was saved with the sight of what they were searching for.

"Ah, look!" Serafina pointed to the stairs. "There they are. Let us ascend."

Lapis Grotto

6F

"So a blue-winged Vivillon named Candice…She should be on this floor."

The Dungeon had passed uneventfully. The Pokémon weren't too difficult for Arian and Elvira, and they fell effortlessly before the combined efforts of them and Team Anima. Serafina and Natalie were a duo that worked well together, and Team Elpis could see signs of the long friendship the two seemed to have. They took note of their teamwork techniques in the hope to take leaves out of their book going forward regarding their own synergy with each other.

"Yes, indeed," Serafina confirmed. "That is what the request states."

"Hmm…" Arian looked at the room they had arrived in. Four exits greeted them. "I've got an idea. Why don't we split up to look for her? Hear me out before you protest - we found a rollcall orb on the last floor, we already have one in our bag, and we've established that this Dungeon's not too hard, even for only one of our teams. When we've found her, we'll use this, and then we'll be one unit again. How does that sound?" As he spoke, he took out one rollcall orb and prepared to hand it off to Serafina.

"...Very well. That sounds like a fair proposal," Serafina agreed, taking the orb from the Riolu. "We shall search down this corridor." She pointed to one of the exits on their right. "Come, Natalie. Let us begin our search."

"...Alright," the Ledian said, before following after her partner.

"Come on, Elvira." Arian started off down one of the exits on their left. "Let's go find that Vivillon."

They started off down the hallway. Both members of Team Elpis kept their eyes peeled for a blue-winged Vivillon, and listened out for any potential voices of a person who wasn't one of Team Anima.

Of course, they had to deal with their fair share of wild Pokémon - namely Tirtouga, Barboach, Basculin and Carbink. These Pokémon didn't pose a threat at all. However, there were also Golbat, and Arian spoke up once they had felled one with a blast seed.

"That's a bit of a problem we have," he noted. "Flying-types…we're both weak to them."

"...That is true," Elvira said. "...We should probably look into maybe learning some moves that counteract that."

"...True. Galen told me the same thing, when we were training yesterday," Arian replied. After their rather successful first sessions together, the human found himself coming back to the dojo, and the Medicham was all too happy to hone his skills and give him some more pointers. "He told me it's possible for Riolu to learn Thunder Punch and Ice Punch."

"That would definitely give you an edge," the Treecko said. "We should look out for those moves next time we visit Jacob and Esau's stall. …Speaking of Galen, how is your training with him going?"

"It's going well," the human answered. "My dodging's getting better, and I've learned a lot of new techniques from Galen. …Still can't quite do that cool thing with Force Palm, though."

"Give it time," Elvira recommended. "Keep at it, and you'll be able to do it eventually."

"I know, I know. I just wish I could grasp it sooner." Looking ahead of them, Arian could see the entrance to another room. "We've searched for quite a while. That Vivillon has to be somewhere…"

"...Who's there?" an unfamiliar voice spoke up. "Is someone there?" The voice was a soft feminine one, and by the sound of it, they were relieved that help had finally come.

"That could be her," Elvira said. "Let's go and have a look." The duo walked forward into the room, and happened across exactly who they were looking for: a Vivillon with blue wings and two white stripes on their upper wings.

"Are you Candice?" Arian asked. "Don't worry; we're mercenaries from the Irian Guild. We were sent here by…" He double-checked the name on the request. "Dio, to come and rescue you."

"...Dio? Oh, thank heavens…" The butterfly was more than relieved. "I was worried that no one was going to come. I overestimated just what I could accomplish…" She bowed her head in shame.

"Hey, don't feel bad," Arian tried to encourage. "You're alright now. We'll get you out of here, don't you worry."

"Before we do, Arian, we need to inform Team Anima that we found Candice," Elvira reminded. "I'll bring them over." She activated the rollcall orb, and in the blink of an eye, the duo were with them.

"Oh, you found her!" Serafina said. "Excellent work, you two. …Since you found Candice, Natalie and I shall scour for those Amplifying Crystals the other mission spoke of."

"Yeah. You do that, and we'll return to the entrance with Candice," Arian said. "Good luck, you two!" With that, he pressed on his badge, and he, Elvira and the Vivillon were transported to outside the Dungeon.

"...And we're out," Arian declared, looking around him and seeing the wood they had walked through to get here.

"Let's wait for Serafina and Natalie to be done with their mission," Elvira recommended. "Then we can go."

"...In the meantime, though…" The Riolu turned to the Vivillon. "How about we have a bit of a chat with our rescuee?"

"Um…if you wish," the blue-winged butterfly responded, with more than a hint of shyness.

"Don't be frightened," Arian assuaged, sensing her apprehension. "We're good people. Honest, hard-working mercenaries. We'll reunite you with this Dio person, once our companions are done with their job."

"...You're mercenaries?" Candice asked.

"Yes. We work for the Irian Guild," Elvira told her.

"But…I thought that had dissolved?" the Vivillon wondered. "...Then again…there were those rumours…"

"Rumours?"

"...Yes. Rumours speak of members of the now obsolete Irian Guild reforming in secret," Candice informed. "They say they're looking to get revenge on Mitrofan, their old Guildmaster, and take over Selenia once they've overthrown him."

"Take over Selenia?" Arian's brow furrowed at that. "I…don't think we'll end up going that far. I mean, Mitrofan is a terrible leader, but…"

"...That was what Dio said about it," the Vivillon replied. "I didn't believe him, but he insisted that some rumours held a hint of truth within them." She looked at the duo before her. "...I was wrong, then…I'm sorry…"

"Don't apologise. You didn't do anything wrong," Elvira said. "After all, you can't believe everything you hear. Most of the time, rumours ought to be taken with a grain of salt. …But every once in a while, they hit the nail on the head."

"...So this Dio fellow told you about us?" Arian asked, curious about the sender of the request. "Who is he, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Dio is…my guardian, of sorts," Candice answered. "He's a musician."

"A musician?"

"Yes. Specifically, he's a singer. A very talented one. When he's out there singing in front of an audience, there are few people, if anyone, that has a better singing voice than him. The audiences love him, and he loves them. He's also…quite a character." The Vivillon tittered slightly. "Maybe I don't do him enough justice. It's better if you meet him in person."

"We will, once our partners return with…whatever it was. Crystals of some kind," Arian replied, somewhat dismissive near the end.

"Amplifying Crystals, do you mean?" Candice presumed. "Like what Khoroshev wants…"

"Wait…But we never told you the name of the client," Elvira realised.

"Dio and Khoroshev are working together at the moment in a musical collaboration," the Vivillon explained. "...The music they're creating is mesmerising. It's beautiful, what they and the rest can dream up…"

"Hmm…Interesting. Perhaps the two requests were submitted to be together," Arian said thoughtfully. "I mean, Sifis did pick them up around the same time when we were deciding on our missions for today."

"How could they send the requests to your exact coordinates, though?" pondered Candice. "That is a question I must ask them when I return."

"Yeah. Whenever Serafina and Natalie are ready…" The Riolu glanced back at the Mystery Dungeon, patiently waiting for when their fellow mercs would emerge.

Luckily, they didn't have to wait much longer. Team Anima soon emerged from the Dungeon.

"We got it done," Natalie declared. "We got all 'em Amplifyin' Crystals."

"We did, indeed," Serafina seconded, while wiping her brow slightly. "...Manual labour…I may not mention this to my brother in my next letter. He would throw a fit if he heard I had done such a task."

"...So you got it done? Great," Elvira said. "Now we can head to Iria." A thought came to her as she said. "...It's only now occurred to me that I haven't visited Iria for some time. The last time I did was…more than five years ago."

"Oh my," Serafina remarked. "...Then again, with Ozerograd in the state it was, perhaps that is unsurprising."

"Better than me," Arian pointed out. "I've never been to Iria at all. This will be a first-time experience for me."

"...Well then," the Meowstic murmured. "It would appear we have to bring you up to speed on that front."

"Why? Has something happened to Iria in the years since?" pondered Elvira.

"...I could tell you. But…it may make a better answer to see it for yourself," Serafina replied. "After all…a picture tells a thousand words. And as the stronghold of Mitrofan…Iria paints quite a picture indeed."

Notes

Decided to leave it there. I planned to write a bit more, but I think I'll leave it until next time.

There are a number of names brought up in this chapter that I'm eager to speak about. But I think the explanations would make more sense in the next chapter, when we meet the characters in question.

Karelia is based on the region of the same name in Russia.

Thanks for reading, and see you on the other side.

Arukona · Oct 15, 2022

Chapter 15
Iria, Part 1

"Whoa…that's Iria?"

Arian was the one to make this remark as he, Elvira, Serafina, Natalie and Candice stepped out of woodland and looked upon the site of the city on the hilltop before them.

"The capital city of Selenia itself," Serafina confirmed. "That is our beloved Iria, in all her flesh and glory."

The group had made their way from Lapis Grotto to the outskirts of Iria, outside the city's castle walls. It was quite a sight for Arian, who was impressed by what he saw.

"That grandeur sure fits a capital city," he remarked. "And that castle…I take it that's something major?"

"Yes, indeed," Serafina confirmed. "That is Iria Castle. It is where the tsars of Selenia have lived and ruled their country since its founding. …And…it is where Mitrofan resides today, in his despotic rule over our fair land." The cat's tone of contempt had returned.

"...Hmm…I've just had a thought," Elvira realised. "We should probably put our badges out of sight. We wouldn't want the knights to realise who we work for."

"Indeed, that would be wise," agreed Serafina. "Natalie and I did the same thing when we were meeting a client here some time back."

"Do we have to pay a toll of some kind?" Arian wondered. "The Thorned Roses had that system in place in Ozerograd."

"No, we do not," Candice replied. "The knights here do not follow that idea. But…that's not to say they are benevolent. Once we are inside Iria's walls, they will watch us like a Mandibuzz watches its prey, waiting for the moment when we engage in wrongdoing of some kind."

"So, what, be on our best behaviour, pretty much?" Arian surmised.

"Exactly. If you are peaceful and pose no threat to Mitrofan, then you are fine. But if you show signs of rebellion, then…the knights will not act kindly, to say the least."

"...Great signs of leadership there," muttered the Riolu dryly.

"No use complaining, Arian," Elvira said to her partner. "We just have to live with it. Besides, we're not here to overthrow Mitrofan. We're just here to return Candice and give the Amplifying Crystals to our clients. After that, we'll leave. In and out. It'll be like we were never here."

"Right, that's our agenda, then," Arian proclaimed. "Let's get this over with."

They marched towards the city walls, where two knights, a Durant and a Hitmonchan, stood. To Arian's surprise, they weren't wearing armour, but rather had a crest with an instinctive insignia pinned to them. So these are the knights of Selenia? Not exactly what I had in mind…but I guess this world plays by a different rulebook when it comes to knights.

"Halt! State your business!" ordered the Hitmonchan, as the quintet approached.

"We are heading to Karinina's Inn to meet with friends of ours," Serafina answered. "We shall not be long. You will no doubt see us before long."

"...Hmph. If you insist," the Durant said doubtfully. "Enter, then." He and the Hitmonchan knight stood aside, and let the group enter the city. Once they entered, Arian's eyes looked around him, taking in the sights around him.

Iria, at first sight, was far more impressive than Ozerograd. A grand long, wide cobblestone street stretched before them, and the houses on either side looked to be in pitch-perfect condition, with an architectural style to them that Arian found himself taking a liking to. Stone archways were along the street, which in turn acted like bridges under It was like Ozerograd in a lot of ways, only Iria was more grandiose.

There were many types of Pokémon too, in this populated city, some of which Arian still hadn't seen yet. He had gradually seen more varieties of Pokémon throughout his various missions he carried out with Elvira. But still, based on the looks he gave certain species they passed by, his partner could see that there were still many more species he was not yet aware of. Several passersby acknowledged the group, while others gave the Riolu strange looks for his wondrous gaze upon them.

"Don't gawk, Arian," advised Elvira. "You'll draw unnecessary attention to us."

"Oh, sorry," her partner apologised. "But…I can't help it. There's so many new Pokémon I've never seen before…"

"I sympathise with Arian here," Serafina supported. "Let it go, Elvira. Can you blame him for acting this way?"

"If I may interject," Candice piped up. "I don't follow. Why are you saying this about Arian?"

"Oh, um…" Arian found himself unsure of how to answer. Should I tell her about my amnesia? Or would that make things a lot more awkward and complicated?

"Oh, er, he don't get out much," Natalie interjected, before the human could muster a reply. "Don't worry 'bout him."

"I…see," the Vivillon said. She didn't ask any more questions, much to Arian's relief. I gotta remember to thank Natalie later, he told himself.

He was then reminded of something else. "Where is this Karinina's Inn we're headed to?" he asked.

"It's in the Merchants' Quarter," Elvira replied. "I don't remember how exactly we get there, though…"

"Don't worry," Candice assuaged. "I know the way there. Follow me."

And so the group did that, following the Vivillon's fluttering wings, as she weaved her way through the city streets and towards the aforementioned Merchants' Quarter. More well-to-do housing greeted them, but Arian's attention had diverted to something else he'd noticed.

Candice had indeed been correct about the knights watching them closely. Just like in Ozerograd, patrollers were everywhere, and observing every person with a cold, steely look, watching for any suspicious activity. It gave Arian and Elvira that same feeling of intimidation they felt when the Thorned Roses were doing the same thing in Ozerograd. Only this time, it was rather more menacing. The Thorned Roses were untrained bandits at the end of the day, whereas these were properly trained and disciplined knights. One slip up would mean an awkward explanation at best and…Arian didn't want to think what would happen in the worst case scenario. A blow to the head? A public flogging? Or…worse than that? Is execution out of the question? Given what I've heard about Mitrofan…I wouldn't put it past his forces to do such a thing.

"...What? What happened to this place? It used to be more lively than this…"

Elvira's voice drew Arian away from his thoughts, and onto the sight before them. They had come to a square of some sort, with a fountain and a marble statue at its centre. The statue in question was of a Pokémon that resembled a shooting star (not a Pokémon that Arian recalled. The canine kept a mental note to look out for that particular one when doing research next). There were a few merchants' stalls set up, and there were a number of people mulling over the wares of the merchants while the sellers themselves made pitches to try and persuade potential buyers.

But it felt like something was missing. And Arian figured out why quite quickly.

"...It's a bit quiet, isn't it?" he remarked. "For a capital city's merchant quarter, anyway."

"You are quite right," Serafina said. "It was much more bustling prior to Mitrofan's takeover. Merchants from the East would gather here to sell their products, most of which were exotic and unavailable to most Selenians. There was rarely a moment when there were not throngs of people, eager to see what unique items the merchants had on sale. I witnessed those moments with my own eyes, and to see those merchants gone from here…it is a sad sight, indeed, to see this place devoid of the energy it once possessed."

"I take it Mitrofan had something to do with them staying away from here?" Arian presumed.

"Indeed. Many of them were uneasy with selling wares in a city where an extremist tyrant ruled, and so many opted to stay away. …An understandable viewpoint. I would not either, were I they."

"Agreed," Arian concurred. "...So where is Karinina's Inn?" He looked at the buildings, trying to spot it.

"It's over here," Candice said, heading to a building with an artwork of another Pokémon, this one resembling a lantern with eyes and a violet flame burning within it (Lampent. That one, Arian recalled from his research).

Walking into the building, they could see it was a place of good upkeep, with clean floors and bright lighting. A long red carpet went from the entrance to the reception desk, where a Lampent, just like the one depicted outside, hovered. Their eyes stood to attention upon seeing the group of five approach.

"Ah, Miss Candice," their voice sounded out, a feminine one with a hint of strictness to it. "You're back…along with some others," she said, acknowledging the other four. "Are you adding more members to Dio's motley brigade?"

"N-No, Karinina, not at all," Candice denied. "These people are escorting me back to him. Where is he right now?"

"...In the ballroom, practising his songs with his fellows," Karinina answered. "I told him he could go there and do so, provided he didn't cause noise complaints like the last few times. With this lessening in business, the last thing I need is complaints. Surely that Primarina must know there is such a place as 'outside' with which to practice?"

"...I'll tell him to keep the noise down, then," the Vivillon relented meekly, something that made Arian frown. She could have easily told her that the knights outside make it impossible to practise in. But…maybe she just doesn't do well in the face of arguments.

"Follow me, everyone. Dio's this way," Candice beckoned to the group, before heading down one of the doors that led into a hallway. They passed by a number of doorways, before turning left and facing a set of two big doors. No doubt this was the ballroom, and as they got closer, the faint sounds of singing and instruments playing could be heard, most prominent of which was a piano. Right next to the door, they could hear lyrics being sung.

"I hear the words that you say

As the heavens above us turn grey

As you take the gift from our hands

It was just what the cards had planned

Of the stars and their sails

In the skies, they weave their tale

If you look, from afar

The message to all that we are

Now can you see….what I see…?"

The last line was sung with the notes stretched out to a high note that showed the singer as a very capable tenor, sustaining that note for quite a while, before eventually, they stopped. While it was muffled, Arian couldn't help but be impressed.

"Wow, he's good," he remarked.

"He is, indeed," Candice agreed. "...Now's a good time to enter, I think." She opened the double doors to the ballroom. It undoubtedly looked like a room that would host important events such as galas and dinner parties, but right then and there, given that there were no such events on, all the chairs and tables had been put to the side. A stage stood at the back of the room, though, and upon it stood a group of five. Foremost of which was an evidently marine Pokémon that resembled a sea lion, with a light-blue ponytail tied together by a string of pearls. They had a blue tail and a white body that made Arian think of a mermaid. Behind him were four others; an Oranguru by the piano, a Weavile behind a drum kit, and two Toxtricity, one Amped, and the other Low Key.

"Bravo!" the Primarina commended in a masculine tone, much to Arian's surprise, given his feminine appearance. "Applaudable! The tones of the instruments sing with solidity. Khoroshev's piano movements are as delectably melodious as ever, Iommi's playing is similarly tasteful, as is Duda's, and Portnoy's drums are beautifully consistent. Excellency taken form! Pleasure to the ears of our ancestors, acceptable to the Creator himself, even! Nectar to one's senses, I would be tempted to say!" He gestured with flair and finesse, before adopting a more downbeat expression. "…Alas, the vocals are, forsooth, imperfect, in the opinion of this ignoble chanteur."

"Vocals? Imperfect?" the one in front of the piano, an Oranguru, remarked. "Far from it. Those were pretty fine, even by your standards, Dio. Is it to do with the lyrics?"

"Nay," rejected Dio. "Your penned lyrics, Khoroshev, are that of a well-versed songsmith; no expectations fall short on that front. But…the vocal parts lack substance. …Hmm…mayhap backing vocals from one of you? Which one dost volunteer?"

"I would say yes to that," Khoroshev said, raising his hand. "...But I'd like to put this on hold while we deal with our guests."

"Guests?" Dio turned around and saw the five having entered. But, upon seeing Candice, his entire expression changed. "Candice! Oh, beauteous maiden! Innocence incarnate! Fate appears to have dealt us a lucky hand! O Creator, blessings to thee on high!" He held his flippers together. "Thank the stars above…Darkrai himself weaved fearful dark thoughts regarding thy fate that crossed my mind. Mercifully, his monstrous weavings hath been vanquished with the advent of your arrival! Ah, the light of reality! And those black, cursed thoughts, banished to impossibility!"

Okay…I now see what Candice meant, Arian thought, as he bemusedly watched the exchange before him with his equally nonplussed comrades. He certainly is colourful, this Dio fellow.

"I was fine, Dio," Candice assured. "Especially with the help of these four from the Irian Guild. They found me and escorted me here. …Oh, and they also got the Amplifying Crystals that you wanted, Khoroshev."

"They did?" the Oranguru replied. "...Wonderful. I suppose banking on those rumours proved fruitful in the end." He got up from his piano, taking a small bag with him, and walked down to the group. "A deal's a deal. Here's your money." He handed the bag to Elvira, who was nearest to him.

"Thank you," Elvira said back, as Natalie wordlessly handed the Amplifying Crystals over to the pianist. "And the other reward?" She turned to Dio.

"Memory eludes me not, dear Treecko," the singer assured. "Iommi, if you would?" he requested to the guitar player, who nodded and reached for another bag that was by the other Toxtricity's bass. He gave it to Dio, who in turn gave it to Arian.

"Unto thee," he professed.

"...Goodness, that's heavier than I'm used to," commented Arian on the bag's weight. "But hey, we're happy to help. It's our proud job as mercenaries of the Irian Guild."

"...Can I ask something, Dio? And Khoroshev?" Elvira interjected. "If you don't mind, that is."

"...The Creator invented lips for a reason," the Primarina eloquently spoke. "Speak your mind, mysterious motivated mercenary maiden of moral magnanimous mind."

His alliteration took a moment for Elvira and the group to get around. Arian, in particular, fought to keep a straight face in the wake of Dio's speech mannerisms.

"Yes, um…How did you hear of us?" the Treecko asked. "We in the Irian Guild are trying to maintain a bit of an underground presence, so we won't be detected by Mitrofan. Candice told us it was through rumours, but I want to know: where exactly did you hear that the Irian Guild was still functional?"

"...This morn, 'twas," Dio recalled. "The pressing need for Amplifying Crystals, as unbosomed by my musical compeer, coupled with the innocent maiden's act of vanishment - " He gestured to Candice. " - A great predicament faced us. But as we cerebrated, wallowed in despair's grips…a saviour arrived. He, of eminence hair and a fairy's gait, reached out. Said he, 'Write a letter to the Irian Guild and they'll solve your problems in a jiffy.' Mayhap it was worth it, thought I at the time. Thus, the requests were penned and dispatched. A few hours passed…and our prayers were answered. The tree of hearsay bore fruit on this occasion. 'Twas no putrescent subterfuge, intent to rob our precious coin! Marvellous! Truly marvellous!"

"...I guess there's scammers doing the rounds," murmured Arian. "Unsurprising, really, given the way Selenia is now…"

"The land of tsars finds itself beyond the crossroads, indeed," ruminated the Primarina. "The Ferax has been crossed, and House Ruslan, they who hath sustained Selenia's leadership for a quincentenary now, are a fallen house, burnt to ash and gone wi' the wind, whereupon the wings of death claimed them for his own. Thus, this lush and green land must muster a new dynasty, or turn to this republican ideal spoken of in some circles. …Or…does she need to, the land of tsars and shrubs?"

"...What do you mean?" questioned Serafina. Even she found herself flummoxed by how the singer weaved his words.

"...Just as the tree of hearsay bore fruit for the Irian Guild, so too it may blossom for what else hath floated on the wind. Word speaks of it on the street." The way he spoke, Dio was evidently preparing for some grand reveal. "Said they, the hoi polloi who hath been gifted the bread of the rumour mill…" He twirled around in a gesture of grandeur, before revealing what he was building up to.

"The pawn prince of Selenia and heir apparent to her lands and throne, Leonid Klimentovich Ruslan…yet lives!"

"...Prince Leonid?" Serafina uttered, shocked by what she had heard. "Prince Leonid is alive?"

"...Yea. That is the product of the rumour mill," Dio replied simply. For once.

"Where did you hear this?" Elvira was quick to ask questions. "And what proof do you have that this is true?"

"You seek proof?" To that, the Primarina could only give a shrug. "...Nay, ferned freelancer. I possess no grounds on which to stake these claims. …Such is the state of rumour and hearsay. Accompanied with salt…" He stopped mid-sentence. "...No, I shan't say more. The proverb is...something musty."

"...Oh...I think I get it," Arian said, hoping he understood the singer's most recent answer. "'Take rumours with a grain of salt'? Is that what you're talking about?"

"Verily, my hirsute hireling," Dio answered. "'Tis the gospel of the grapevines. Vindictive and cruel, some of its fruit is, to raise a man's hopes to heaven only to bring them back down into reality in a meteoric blaze. Hence, dismissal is oft the response of many to rumours. The fear of becoming that meteor crashing into reality overwhelms many a man. And so, says he, 'Nay, I shall not partake in hopeful fantasy,' and turns away.

"But the chance exists that what he sees as fantasy could very well be reality. Thus, the blame is his own for not pursuing that end. For Selenia…her citizens must decide. Pursue this possibly fictitious end, or remain in the stagnant mire she finds herself in? I am not unaware as to the plight that plagues the land of tsars. Even if Mitrofan lauded our performance to his apocryphal presence, he plays a character of disharmony, much to Selenia's detriment."

"...'Lauded' your performance?" Serafina noted. "...Did you play to Mitrofan before?"

"...We did, once," Khoroshev confirmed. "You see, me, Duda and Portnoy were once a trio of musicians, performing across Selenia, and even sometimes in Alba, Dresilia and Miletos, to noblemen and in opera houses, theatres - you name it. It did make us quite a bit of money. Gradually, we got more ambitious, and eventually began working with orchestras. It was great - the sound was fantastic, the audiences were incredibly receptive to it, and we were regarded with great acclaim. It was brilliant, and we were at quite a high point."

"Mm." Duda nodded. "Perhaps too high a point. Because when you reach the highest point you can…the only place left to go is down."

"Basically, all that hosting of orchestras and travelling with them across Ardalion cost us a huge amount of money," Portnoy explained. "That was money that we didn't have. And as a result of that…we had to sell off everything we had, including our beloved instruments." The trio's hurt expressions spelled out this being memories of miserable times. "We ended up becoming homeless as a result, and so our glory days were over, just like that."

"Goodness…" remarked Elvira. "I'm sorry to hear that. …But where does Mitrofan fall into this?"

"Prior to that, they happened upon the triad of Iommi, Candice, and I, along with our own pecuniary tribulations," Dio interjected. "We were naught but pauperised players, and playing was our practice of persuasion for the populace to provide our purse with Poké to purchase provisions. If we did not play, we could not eat. 'Twas an axiom that dictated the course of our being here in Iria. This trio, mendicant as they were - " He gestured to Khoroshev, Duda and Portnoy. " - understood our woes. I proposed an alliance in music, and assent was given. Word soon spread about our minstrelsy, and the knights carried that word into the lap of Mitrofan. One morn, approached, we were, by a leading general of the Selenian Knights, a commanding Nidoqueen, and told to follow her to the opera house.

"Mitrofan himself met us, and agnised my good friends, having been at a performance of theirs in bygone days. They conferred to him what they conferred to you. Upon hearing of their plight and mine, he proffered us an opportunity; if we could administer admiration among an audience, along with him, then the debt plaguing these three would be lifted. …To lift that cloud over their fortunes was a window of opportunity they could not spurn. And I was their willing servant in their endeavour, as was Iommi."

"Not me, though," Candice added. "I didn't have the nerve to face all of those people…"

"Worry not, Candice. Your role was not central to our performance, thus your absence did not disturb it," Dio spoke. "The concert resonated well with the audience, being blessed with the prior music of Khoroshev, Duda and Portnoy and pieces written by I, combined together to amplify the musical experience and espouse a brand new dynamism to them. 'Twas nothing short of a triumph, and Mitrofan responded in kind by purging the debts of my compeers."

"He did that…?" Elvira said, a confused look on her face. "But why? Mitrofan's been nothing but horrid from what we've heard…"

"Beats us too," Portnoy remarked. "I guess the man has his kind moments? …It's a bit of a pickle for us. Because you hear all this stuff about neglect and apathy from him over certain stuff, but then he goes and wipes our debts just like that. If he didn't do that, we'd still be tramps sleeping on the ground. …It's kinda hard, really, to call him a pile of crap. For us, at least."

"Mmm," Dio hummed in agreement. "...A man of obscure motives. Questionable, mixed…I dare say aimless on occasion. Conjecture takes form in place of the truth, and many presume his ultimate goal. I, too, imagine, but I bear no proof to corroborate my flights of fancy. …But nor do I bear proof of Prince Leonid's current supposed state of living. Such is the mystique of mystery, that fabled damsel known as 'truth'. O fair maiden of candour, when shall you reveal thy splendour to us, and free the innocent while damning the guilty…?"

The Primarina seemed to be drifting off course, conversation-wise. Arian leaned over to Elvira.

"You think maybe now would be a good time to leave?" he whispered. "We have all we need. We don't really need to stay around here anymore."

"Hmm…I guess you're right," Elvira agreed, before turning her attention to the fivesome. "I…think we'll take our leave now."

"Of course," Khoroshev replied. "You four have been very helpful. Thank you very much."

"And thank you for saving me," Candice added. "I won't forget what you did."

"It was no problem," Arian said in response. "That's our job in the Guild. Don't be afraid to call on us again if you're in need of something." He turned, making for the door with his fellow mercenaries.

"Fare ye well, soldiers of fortune!" Dio called out to them. "May the Creator watch over you. And…may, too, the truth be on your side. Lies are wicked things, as is the scourge that is oblivion. Let not either gain the upper hand against you."

"We'll…remember that," Arian said, though admittedly, he wasn't fully sure of the Primarina's words. Maybe I just need time to process it.

As they left, Dio stared in the direction of the door for a good few seconds, before Khoroshev broke through his thoughts.

"They were a nice lot, weren't they?" he commented. "...Poké for your thoughts, Dio? Something about those mercs catch your eye?"

"...'Twas as I said, my fellow player," the singer replied. "I bear no proof to corroborate suppositions. But while I do not gamble…were I such a man, I would bet a handsome amount that those hirelings may well become heroes in time. 'Tis naught more than conjecture, but…

"...A genesis may be on its way to our humble souls in this verdant land."

"Come back soon!" called the Klefki from the counter of a Klefki Bank in the Merchants' Quarter, where Teams Elpis and Anima had stored most of their financial earnings. They, of course, had divided it between each other in a fair gesture.

"So…what now?" Arian posed to his fellow mercenaries, as they were about to leave the building. "We've done all we need to do here, so…should we go back to the Guild?"

"I believe we should," Serafina concurred. "Returning to the safe haven of the Guild would be the best choice."

"Let's get goin', then," Natalie urged. "I really ain't used to the city at all. Way too many folks, and too many streets and houses…Ain't for country gals like me."

"...You never have enjoyed travelling to the bigger cities," murmured the Meowstic in sympathy. "Very well. Let us make for the gates, posthaste!"

They exited the building with optimism, having finished not one, but two successful missions in the one go. It would be an interesting tale to regale to their fellow Guild members, about the colourful personality of Dio and the sight of Iria. The tale of Mitrofan relieving the debt of Khoroshev, Duda and Portnoy, too, would be a fascinating story to have a discussion over.

However, all of that optimism vanished the moment they stepped outside the door and heard eight words that made them stop in their tracks.

"There they are! Stop right there, you four!"

They all froze, realising that the quarter had a heavy presence of knights on it. In all their eagerness to exit the city, they had completely forgotten about the knights. Given the fact that there had been no incidents on the way to Karinina's Inn, they had taken that lack of intervention for granted. And now they would pay the price for their lack of awareness.

"Hey! What's the big idea?" Arian complained. "Let us through! We haven't done anything wrong!"

"You haven't done anything wrong?" a female voice spoke up, and out stepped a Nidoqueen. Notable to Arian, though, was the way the knights stood aside for her to enter the central fray. "...Typical words of a wanted man. We in the Order of the Knights of Selenia aren't swayed by your lies. Not when we have evidence to disregard your claims!"

She then pulled out a poster, and all four mercenaries went rigid at what was depicted on it: an illustration depicting a Riolu and a Treecko, along with writing underneath it.

WANTED

Arian(Riolu) and Elvira(Treecko)

2,000P reward if BOTH are captured

1,000P reward if ONE is captured

This duo overthrew Hinnerk and the Thorned Roses in Ozerograd, and are members of an underground organisation plotting the ultimate overthrow of Mitrofan that will throw our nation into chaos. They and their comrades-in-arms are a threat to stability and must be apprehended.

"...Wait…How do you know our names?" Arian questioned. "How do you know who we are?"

"Did you really think news of Hinnerk's defeat wouldn't reach us in Iria?" the Nidoqueen replied, somewhat mocking of the human's incredulity. "Regardless of what we think about the man and his band of ruffians, there's no doubt that this could mean the start of a precedent. How long before you start dismantling the leadership of our other lords, and potentially overthrow our great leader himself? You're a threat to his leadership, and that's why you must be captured."

"Hinnerk was a tyrant that oppressed the people of Ozerograd!" Elvira said. "He was a horrible leader that unjustly usurped the leadership through murder! How Mitrofan could support someone like him is beyond me!"

"Quite right!" Serafina concurred. "And Mitrofan himself is little different, having assassinated Tsar Kliment and his whole family to seize the throne for his own gain!"

"Silence!" For whatever reason, this latest outburst had struck a nerve within the Nidoqueen, much to Arian's surprise. "Don't you dare compare Master Mitrofan to that thug Hinnerk! Unlike him, Master Mitrofan has honour and dignity! He knows how to treat his allies and servants! He's nothing like Kliment, who didn't acknowledge his smallfolk at all and only cared about getting even more friendly with his upper class halfwits who equally couldn't give a toss!" She moved forward, a snarl crossing her face. "Now come along and submit!"

"Oh hell no!" Arian objected. "Not in a million years! This way, guys!" Spotting a gap in the knights' formation, he turned that way and ran in that direction. His fellow mercenaries, of a similar mindset, followed suit.

"After them!" yelled the Nidoqueen knight. "Don't let them get away!"

"Yes, Marshal Ludmila!" obliged the other knights, before giving chase with her.

The four ran down one of the streets that led away from the Merchants' Quarter, observed by bewildered passersby. However, not far behind them was the advance of Ludmila and her fellow knights. Worse still, knights standing on guard in their position moved to block their path, providing further obstacles. Determined to get through, Serafina used Psybeam on the Combusken knight ahead of them, while Arian used Force Palm on a Vigoroth. These were not moves intended to defeat, but to push these knights aside so they could keep running. They managed to do this; however, it became apparent to the group that this was costing them.

"They're gaining!" Arian yelled, looking behind him. Indeed, the group of knights were getting closer, and at this rate, it wouldn't be long before they were caught. "We have to do something!"

"Our items!" Serafina called out. "Surely we can use them to halt their advance!"

The reminder of Ishmael using a Petrify Orb on the group of Thorned Roses back in Ozerograd came back to Arian, and he immediately turned to Elvira, who had their bag. "Elvira! Do we have a Petrify Orb?"

"...I don't think so," Elvira replied disappointedly, rummaging through their bag. "But we do have this!" She threw an orb back at the group of knights, and it shattered, over most of them.

"Gah! Mercs and their pesky items!" growled Ludmila. "What is this? Why is it suddenly harder to move!"

"A Slow Orb," Elvira explained to her partner before he could ask. "It'll buy us time. But it won't last forever, so we need to put as much distance between us and them as possible!"

"Got it! Then let's make tracks!" Arian called out, and the quartet continued running.

However, by the time they reached a relatively quiet area, it became clear to them that this wasn't a sustainable strategy, as the constant fleeing without rest was taking its toll on one of the four. Specifically...the one with a noble background.

"Hah…hah…" Serafina panted wearily. "Everyone…I…" She couldn't finish her sentence, due to her winded state.

"Serafina…" Natalie slowed. "Y'all, we gotta stop. We can't keep runnin' like this."

"...But what about the knights?" Arian pointed out. "It's like Elvira said; that Slow Orb won't last forever. And there's probably more ahead of us that'll try to intercept us. We'll be between a rock and a hard place."

"...We need to find somewhere to hide, then," the Treecko decided. "Hmm…" She looked around them. "...That side street there?"

"It'll have to do," Natalie said. "C'mon, Serafina. I'll carry ya." Her wings buzzed, and she grabbed her partner around the stomach, before flying over to where Arian and Elvira were running to.

They entered the side street, and immediately looked for a good hiding place within it, realising that there was still a good chance the group of knights could come down this way. All four pairs of eyes darted around, looking for something. An alleyway, some crates, even someone's house if necessary…

"...Where can we go?" murmured Elvira, feeling somewhat frantic in their search. "There's nowhere to hide…"

"You kids looking for something?" a voice suddenly spoke up.

The four looked over at a building that looked decidedly different from the rows of terraced houses that populated the street they were on. It resembled an old church, and had a garden out the front, where a number of flowerbeds lay and a number of children were playing.

The one who had spoken to them looked somewhat menacing, at least to Arian. He was a humanoid Pokémon with a lot of hair, to the point that it nearly covered his whole body, except for his face, torso, ears, and feet, which were all green in colour. He gave the four a questioning look, before his attention was soon drawn to Elvira, and a look of shocked realisation crossed his face.

"Um…" Arian began, before trailing off. How do we say we're running from the authorities to an average man like him? He looks exactly like the kind of person that would tear us apart if we got on his bad side…

"Excuse me, Treecko." The man spoke again. "...Is your name Elvira, by any chance?"

"...It is." Arian noticed the change in tone in Elvira's voice, and when he turned to look, he found that she was wearing a similar look of recognition as the other Pokémon. "...A Grimmsnarl…wait a minute." Her eyes then caught sight of the sign in front of the gate, which read Grimmhatt Orphanage. "...Is your name Dalibor? And do you know my dad, Kallias?"

"...I do, indeed." A warm look crossed the Grimmsnarl named Dalibor's face. "It's been a while, hasn't it? The last time I saw you was…goodness, was it really more than eight years ago? You look much more mature than you did then. Arceus, how time flies…"

Arceus? Arian pondered. That's not the first time I've heard that name…Hm. I'll have to look into that later.

"Everyone," Serafina interrupted, who had now regained her breath. "I can hear the knights coming."

"Knights? And you're running from them, you said…" Dalibor murmured, before gesturing to the building. "Go in there. Trust me, you'll be safe inside there."

"Thanks a bunch," Arian said gratefully, before making his way quickly inside the house, followed by his comrades, and to a wide-eyed audience of children.

"Don't mind them," the Grimmsnarl assured the children. "Now keep quiet while I deal with these knights." The children all dutifully nodded, and made sure to say nothing.

"You there! Citizen!" a Watchog knight said to him, with a small posse of three other knights. "Have you seen a group consisting of a Riolu, a Treecko, a Meowstic and a Ledian travelling through this area, on the run from the authorities?"

"...Quite a crowd, that," commented Dalibor. "No, it's been all quiet here. I haven't seen anyone pass along this street."

"Hmm…" The Watchog narrowed his eyes, trying to see if the other man was lying. Eventually he turned away to his fellows. "By the sound of it, I don't think they've come down this way. Back to Marshal Ludmila we go."

"Yes, sir!" saluted the knights, before they left. Once they did, Dalibor let out a sigh of relief.

"...They're gone," he said. "Good job, kids. I'll see to it you're rewarded in some way later on."

"Mr Dalibor?" asked one, a Clobbopus. "Who are those people?"

"...Well, let's find out, shall we?" the Grimmsnarl replied. "Don't worry, they're not dangerous. One of them's related to a good friend of mine." He walked back towards the building, and opened the front door to its foyer, where the four stood. However, with them was another Pokémon: a Hatterene giving him a confused look.

"Dali? Who are these strangers that have just wandered into our home?" she asked.

"...A group that I'm sure will have an interesting tale to tell," Dalibor replied. "We'll discuss that over tea. Would you mind getting some prepared for the four of them, Cornelia dear?"

"...Alright, if you insist. …But that tale had better be an interesting one."

"So…you're a mercenary now, eh?"

Teams Anima and Elpis were inside the house, drinking tea prepared by Cornelia. The Hatterene was cradling her own cup of tea and sitting next to Dalibor as the four explained their story to them, chiefly by Elvira, whose history with the Grimmsnarl was not yet clear, but it would most likely be revealed in this conversation.

One of the first things the Treecko had done once they'd sat down for conversation was pull out her mercenary's badge. Immediately, a look of recognition came into the older Pokémon's eye.

"That's right," she said. "I'm a member of the Irian Guild now, with my mercenary partner, Arian. Together, we are Team Elpis."

"Team Elpis…Hm, not bad," praised Dalibor. "How'd it come together? Arian, was it?" He looked over to the Riolu. "You a childhood friend of Elvira or something?"

"Er, no. Not exactly," Arian replied. "In fact, I only met her in the last few weeks. She helped me, and…on a dive through a Mystery Dungeon near Ozerograd, we found we worked together well. She'd told me about her troubles over becoming a mercenary, and I needed a direction to go in, so…we started an unofficial merc team together. And that became official once we met Melchior and joined the Irian Guild."

"I see, I see…" Dalibor nodded, processing the information. "...So…" He got up and marched over to the noticeboard, and came back with a poster. He laid it down, and Arian and Elvira realised it was the exact same wanted poster that Ludmila had before. "Is it true, what this says here? You…defeated Hinnerk? Just the two of you?"

"No." Elvira shook her head. "We had outside help, from other mercenaries. I can't emphasise that enough. We would never have done it on our own."

"Yeah," Arian murmured in agreement. "Much as I hate to admit it, we're still rookies in this whole merc business. …Sometimes I wonder how on earth we managed it…"

"...Well, however you managed it, that is quite an achievement," Dalibor congratulated. "Kudos, you two. That good-for-nothing was always a piece of work. Great to hear of him being knocked into the dirt, where he belongs."

"Agreed," Arian said in agreement.

"...Moving on…" Dalibor turned to Team Anima. "How about these two lassies? What's your story?"

"I am Serafina, and this is my partner and longtime friend Natalie," the Meowstic introduced. "We are Team Anima, another team within the Irian Guild that is well connected with Team Elpis. …But pay us no heed. The bulk of your conversation is with Elvira, it seems. It has nothing to do with us. We would digress if we regaled you with tales of our own exploits."

"...Whatever you say," the Grimmsnarl decided. "So you're all part of Melchior's new posse of mercs. ...I haven't seen the man in the flesh for more than seven years now. How is he? Is he doing well these days?"

"He's doing okay. At least he's in his element, working in a guild again. And he is a good Guildmaster, able to get respect from everyone and do his job well as leader. But…" Elvira sighed. "It feels too much like something's missing, seeing only him and not Dad nearby. After all these years…it's a difficult thing to have to get used to."

"...I can imagine," murmured the Grimmsnarl with more than an ounce of sympathy. "...I'm really sorry about what happened to Kallias. I'll admit when I heard the news…it was a right punch to the gut. That friend I knew for all of those years, fallen into the Agrios River…what a way to go. …It's always a reminder that even the most glorified men aren't invincible, and sometimes just how easy death can come to us. That's a lesson I've come to know all too well…"

"...I've been trying to get over it," Elvira replied, downcastly. "It's been hard. Very hard. It's not like I can just ignore the fact that Dad's possibly been dead for five whole years. But…everyone in the Guild has been very supportive and sympathetic of me. I can't thank them enough for looking out for me." She nodded to her comrades in acknowledgment.

"It's a good thing you have friends to help you out in times like that," Dalibor remarked. "They'll help you through it. …I can't imagine how Melchior would feel, though. I couldn't be there for him at a time when he was declared an outlaw and his partner was separated from him. …I guess reestablishing the Guild underground was his only coping mechanism."

"Um…can I ask something?" Arian requested. "...You seem to know about what happened to Kallias. But Melchior's barely told that story to anyone. How do you know about it? I thought you said you hadn't seen Melchior for a long time?"

"I haven't seen Melchior for seven years," Dalibor clarified. "But in the last year or so, he contacted me through letters, and we've kept in touch. Of course, though, he hides his identity in the letters, as a precaution. …Still, though, I definitely recognise his handwriting. It's definitely him. And as for how I know about Kallias…he told me about it in a letter that came three days ago. …Bit of an unwelcome surprise, that. Not like we need any more bad news these days..."

"Three days ago…oh, so it was after he told us about it," Arian said. "I guess he found the bravery to tell you about it, then. He was hesitant about telling us, afraid of what Elvira's reaction would be."

"Anyone would, I suppose," the Grimmsnarl replied. "...I think it would have been better to get in touch with you sooner, Elvira, especially over news like that. Still…what's done is done. At least he told you in the end."

"..." Elvira said nothing to this, wearing the same sad expression on her face as earlier when she was talking about getting over Kallias' supposed death. Arian, sensing his partner's discomfort, decided to change the subject.

"Can you…explain the history between you, Melchior, and Kallias?" he asked. "I…still need some gaps to be filled in. Like…were you a part of the Irian Guild once?

"I was indeed," Dalibor returned. "You see...I was an Irian Guild mercenary, more than seven years ago."

"Really?" This was certainly news to Arian, and to the onlooking Team Anima.

"Yep, sure was. I made a pretty Poké off it too, and I was pretty good. Not quite Team Marshwood's level, mind, but I did manage to reach Platinum Rank," the hirsute fairy elaborated. "That didn't matter much to me, though. I became good friends with Team Marshwood, as they rose through the ranks to become one of the most legendary merc teams in the Guild's history. Then there was also Mitrofan. Back in the day, he was actually quite an amicable fellow. He was a bit stern, but he recognised friends when he saw them. And there was no one in the Guild he was more friendly with than Team Marshwood. Their friendship goes back a long way, before even Mitrofan became Guildmaster and he was a mercenary himself. I don't know the full story behind it, but it's clear that those three had a good chemistry between them."

"Wow…I never knew that. This rabbit hole keeps getting deeper," Arian remarked. "...You seem to know a bit about Mitrofan. Would you…have any idea as to why he suddenly decided to throw all of that out the window and become a despotic dictator?"

"No, I wouldn't." Dalibor shook his head. "I wasn't here five years ago, when everything went down. I was stuck in a coma during that time."

"What?! A coma!?" the Riolu reacted.

"Oh…I remember this," Elvira recalled. "Seven years ago, you suffered a brutal attack that put you in one…"

"...I did," Dalibor replied wistfully, and the four noticed a look of hurt appear on Cornelia's face. "We had a mission, Team Marshwood and us, where we set out to investigate a nefarious plot that was bubbling in Selenia seven years ago. However, our enemies…managed to get the drop on us, and on me specifically. I bore the brunt of an ambush, and they definitely would have killed me if given enough time. Thankfully, Team Marshwood came to my rescue before that could happen. Alas…not before I landed at death's doorstep. …I still have reminders of that savage attack." He pulled back some of his vast mess of hairs to reveal a deep scar across his chest, and a number of other scars across his body.

"That's simply awful…" Serafina remarked, horrified at the Grimmsnarl's story and the physical evidence of it. "I am so sorry you had to suffer in such a brutal manner."

"...Being separated from the world was a weird one," Dalibor went on. "Especially when I woke up three years later. Hearing about the tsar being assassinated, along with his family, that Mitrofan of all people had done it, and he was now sitting on the tsar's throne, and he had dissolved the Guild and declared all mercs who didn't side with him as outlaws…I thought the doctor was having a laugh. Only when I was discharged from the infirmary did I realise that it wasn't a laugh at all. This was real."

"...Were you in danger?" Elvira wondered.

"I thought I was, to be honest," Dalibor admitted. "I was terrified, therefore, when Mitrofan himself came to the orphanage. I feared that I'd be locked up and the key would be thrown away. And most of all…I feared for the safety of Cornelia and the kids. They mean the world to me, and I couldn't bear the thought of them being in danger.

"But Mitt asked me if I intended to continue as a mercenary. I'll be honest…I had a long think about it there and then. Given what I had gone through, and the grief Cornelia and the orphans suffered through with me not there for them, plus all Guild mercenaries becoming outlaws, I…didn't see any future in the mercenary business. So I made a choice to retire as a mercenary, in order to look after the kids here with Cornelia. I felt I owed them, after being indisposed for so long."

"That's understandable," Elvira acknowledged. "If you wish to do that, then we'd have no problem with it."

"I'm glad you understand. But…here's the weird thing. …Mitt did as well," Dalibor revealed.

"...What? What do you mean?"

"As in, he accepted my decision, and no fuss was made. You would think, with this perception of him being this ruthless tyrant, that he would try and coerce me into working for him or something. But no. He…was surprisingly cordial and sympathetic during the encounter."

"...May I intervene?" Serafina requested. "I do not wish to doubt your words, but…would this not be because you pose no threat to him? That is how he rules; if you do not oppose him, then he shall not interfere with your life. Do so, however, and you will feel his wrath. From what I have seen and from what I have heard from others, this seems to be the case in Mitrofan's Selenia."

"...I didn't ignore what he'd done," Dalibor responded to that. "I asked him if it was all true, and he said it was. But he said what you said; if I didn't oppose him, then he would leave me alone. He would help me, even. To prove his point…he donated a sum of money to the orphanage there and then. And even more strangely…he's been donating fairly consistently."

"Indeed. It's been quite a lifeline," Cornelia added. "Mitrofan did the same thing while you were in a coma, Dali, and gave money to the orphanage regularly in place of what you would normally bring for us from merc missions. It's allowed us to keep this place in good condition, and none of the orphan children go hungry anymore."

"...Okay, I'm confused," Arian expressed. "So on the one hand, Mitrofan gives money to you all, forgives the debts of musicians, and…isn't a complete despot. But…on the other, he unjustly murdered the tsar, took over his position, hunts down mercs like cattle and basically enabled Hinnerk to do whatever he wished in Ozerograd. …I don't get him at all! Is he good or bad?"

"...I don't think I can answer that question," Dalibor replied. "If you asked me seven years ago whether Mitt was a good man or not, I'd say yes in a heartbeat. Now though…I'm not sure at all. It's hard to say what really drives that man. I can say one thing for sure. …A dark cloud's come over him. Whatever happened, he's not the Guildmaster Mitrofan I came to know so well over the years. He's a lot more…threatening, and prone to anger if you get on his bad side. The old Mitt was more calm and collected, and seemed to deal with any problem that came his way. The last part he still does…but in a more ruthless fashion. You will rue his punishment if you get on his bad side; hell, it'll be your last big regret. …Whatever happened to him, it must have been something serious."

"It had to have been," Elvira agreed. "Mitrofan was a good person once. He had to have changed for a reason."

"...You know, I've had a bit of a hunch for the last while," the Grimmsnarl went on. "I don't really have any evidence to back it up, but I wonder if it might be why Mitt's behaviour suddenly took a turn. I think…it has something to do with Tsar Kliment."

"Kliment? …But Mitrofan murdered him, didn't he?" Arian pointed out.

"That's beside the point. I'm wondering…if Kliment maybe did something to Mitt that drove him to kill him," Dalibor brainstormed. "Let's face it; murder's a serious matter, and regicide is one of the gravest crimes one can commit. Then there's Mitrofan, who was the Guildmaster of possibly the most prestigious guild in Ardalion, and who stuck true to his oath. …For him to break his oath and kill someone, and that person being the tsar of our country…it had to have been something monumental that caused it. Maybe…Tsar Kliment isn't as innocent as we first thought. Maybe he did an equally appalling act that caused Mitt to get revenge by killing him."

"But what did he do?" wondered Arian.

"Hmm…" The Grimmsnarl hesitated as he thought up an answer to the Riolu's question. Then his eyes lit up. "I was thinking...could it possibly have to do with - ?"

"Mr Dalibor! Please, help us!"

"Hm?" Dalibor turned his gaze to the door, where two young orphans stood: a Bulbasaur and a Litleo. "Paige and Leo? Is something the matter?"

"Yes!" Paige, the Bulbasaur, cried. "It's Rufus!"

"Why? What's up with him?" Cornelia asked. "For that matter, where is he?"

"That's the thing," Leo, the Litleo, replied. "He…He went into the Catacombs!"

"What?!" Dalibor exclaimed. "But the Catacombs are forbidden to unauthorised entry!"

"We know! And we told him that!" Paige said in response. "But he wouldn't listen! He said he was going to prove he was brave to us! And then he distracted the knights around there so he could enter!"

"We tried to warn him!" Leo added. "But…"

"He always was a rebellious soul, Rufus…" muttered Dalibor, before getting up from his seat. "...Stay here and mind the kids, dear. I'm going to rescue him."

"What?" Cornelia turned to him, a worried look in her eyes. "Dali, you can't! It's like you said; it's forbidden to enter the Catacombs. Even Mitrofan enforces that rule. You aren't on his bad side, Dali, but…if you're found out, then that might land you in hot water, and jeopardise your position with him."

"...All the same, I can't just leave Rufus all alone in that place," the Grimmsnarl protested. "He might be a bold one, but even he can't handle the Catacombs! What guardian would I be if I left one of my orphans to fend for himself in the Irian Catacombs of all places?"

"...We could go," offered Arian. "We could rescue Rufus for you."

"You four?" A doubtful look crossed Dalibor's face. "You're just as unauthorised as I am. I'm not saying you're not fit for the job, but…if my punishment for trespassing there would be bad, yours would be incredibly severe. Mercs are already reviled by Mitt - if you enter the Catacombs, you'll worsen that stain, and make any chance to prove yourself innocent even harder than it already would be."

"But…ain't that kinda beside the point?" Natalie pointed out. "We're already on the lam; if we run into Ol' Mitt, we ain't gonna be able to say we ain't a guilty bunch of folks. Arian an' Elvira are bein' hunted by 'em knights while we're talkin' here. Yer better off stayin' here while we go find this Rufus fella yer talkin' 'bout."

"...She has a point, dear," Cornelia said. "If they're offering to help, we should take them up on it. Their names are already tarnished in Mitrofan's eyes; what's a little more wrongdoing? It's better than potentially damaging relations with Mitrofan and risk losing the occasional contribution he donates to us."

"...Alright," Dalibor relented. "Please, rescue Rufus for us. He's a young Growlithe aged thirteen. He's bold and brash, and…while he's not a bad fighter for someone his age, he can overestimate what he's capable of. It's best you rescue him before he lands himself in trouble."

"Sure thing," Arian obliged.

"…Oh, before you go, take this." Cornelia reached for a nearby pamphlet and gave it to the group. "It's a map of Iria. You should be able to locate the Catacombs that way."

"Thanks very much," Elvira said to her. "Well, let's not waste any more time. Let's go and rescue Rufus."

The four left the room, the two boys from earlier sidestepping to let them pass. Dalibor watched them go, his gaze fixed specifically on Elvira.

Looks like your wish was fulfilled in the end, Kallias. …Here's hoping she can keep doing it without repercussions.

"Hmm…ah, here are the Catacombs." Serafina pointed to where the aforementioned location was. "...Alas, it is not near us. It will take some time and some amount of street crossing before we arrive," she noted disappointedly.

"That's not good," Elvira observed, looking at the map herself. "The knights are most likely still on the lookout for us. We need to be extra careful as we make our way to there."

"Understood," Arian said. He looked up and down the street outside the orphanage, which, luckily for them, was quiet. "Let's make headway. The sooner we find Rufus, the better." He said this to each of his fellow mercenaries, but one look at Natalie reminded him of earlier. "Oh, by the way, thanks for convincing Dalibor for letting us do this, Natalie. You really helped us out back there."

"Who, me?" The Ledian looked away shyly. "...I didn't do nothin'...Y'all woulda said it better than me…I was just lucky. City folk don't normally like my accent…"

"Don't sell yourself short, Natalie," the Riolu refuted. "Don't let what others think stifle you. …If it helps, I kind of like your southern belle accent."

"...Okay, I know I asked 'fore, but…why the heck d'ya keep callin' my voice a southern accent?" Natalie questioned. "This 'nother of yer 'human things'?"

"Probably," Arian shrugged. "I can't say I know exactly why - I still have amnesia, as you know - but I guess in the human world, we called people who spoke with that sort of accent southerners? Maybe those people came from the south of wherever I'm from in the human world? …Well, obviously," he added, realising what he'd said was pretty obvious.

"...Fascinating," Serafina remarked. "It is only a glimpse into human culture, but already I am intrigued. A pity you cannot remember, Arian. I would love to know more."

"Yeah…sorry about that," the human apologised. "...But anyway. We're looking for a lost kid, not talking about the mystery of the human world. Let's get back to focusing on that."

"Of course." Serafina held out the map, and mentally marked out a route to the Catacombs, near the north of the city not far from Iria Castle. She was the guide through the streets of Selenia's capital, and notably, these were through back alleys and smaller streets that avoided the bulk of knight patrols. And even when they did happen upon knights, they were usually in small groups and able to be snuck around or distracted with a diversionary tactic.

This sneaking around did help them, and despite some close calls and tense moments, they managed to make it without incident to the entrance of the Catacombs. It was a noticeable building that stood out, with a temple-like structure at its entrance.

However…there was a notable oddity about the place that was quickly apparent to everyone.

"...Where are all the knights?" Natalie wondered, looking at the empty entrance. "Ya'd think fer a place they ain't lettin' folks into, there'd be a knight or two at least…"

"Indeed…that is strange," Serafina remarked. "Could they be out searching for us?"

"All the better they are," Arian replied. "Now we can go in there without being spotted."

"...Good point," Elvira observed. "Still…why would they be absent from here? Something doesn't seem right…"

"Let us not worry about that," Serafina replied. "We have been afforded an opportunity that we should not waste. Into the Catacombs we go."

Making sure that they weren't being watched, the quartet entered the building. Just like the outside, it was all quiet, with no one in sight. Looking around him, Arian could see some statues, along with torchlight for illumination. And directly ahead of them…there also lay a set of stairs leading down, where the rest of his teammates were heading. Not wanting to be left behind, the Riolu dashed after his comrades, and headed with them down the stairs.

However, as they did, a sensation Arian had become familiar with came upon them…

Irian Catacombs

B1F

"Wait, what?" Arian cried in shock as he looked around at the labyrinthine layout of the catacombs they had descended into. "This is a Mystery Dungeon?"

"...Oh. Did you not get that memo?" Elvira asked him. "I…thought you would've realised that."

"I definitely did not! I wasn't told that the Irian Catacombs were a Mystery Dungeon!" Arian lightly fumed. "...Guess that just made this search a lot more tedious, then…"

"...Y'all know how many floors this place is?" Natalie wondered. "Searchin' fer this kid could take a while…"

"...I am sorry to say I do not know," Serafina replied. "Plainly, those details were kept privy by House Ruslan and now Mitrofan, to keep curious types out of exploring the place. Grave robbing was commonplace in this area in older times, and still happens on occasion."

Arian looked at the walls of the catacombs, and quickly understood the Meowstic's point. A chilling sight greeted them - Pokémon skulls and bones lined the walls and complimented the brickwork. What species they were, he didn't know - he didn't even know a good amount of living species, let alone the skulls of dead ones - but he thought that it would indeed be a slice of heaven for grave robbers and other people with an interest in bodies and anatomy.

"...I don't like the feel of this place," Elvira said nervously. "We should get looking. The sooner we find Rufus, the sooner we can get out of this place."

And so their search commenced for the Growlithe orphan. Every room they came across was thoroughly examined, and every feral they came across was dealt with. However, they began to notice a pattern after dealing with a Litwick.

"...There are a lotta Ghost-types, ain't there?" Natalie commented.

"Well, that would make sense, wouldn't it? After all, we are in catacombs," Arian pointed out. "The living spirits of the dead, reborn as wild Pokémon set to roam this Mystery Dungeon until the end of time…" He attempted to give his voice a spooky edge as he spoke.

"...Please do not do that, Arian," Serafina requested. "I never liked ghost stories, nor facing against Ghost-types themselves…"

"...Oh, right. You're a Psychic-type," the Riolu realised. "Ghost-types would have the advantage against you."

"...Indeed. I have tried to search for a move that would give me an edge against them, like Shadow Ball. But alas…timing has not been my ally when scouring the Kecleon Shop for that particular TM," she mourned.

"And I ain't much better at dealin' with 'em," Natalie confessed. "I don't got any fancy moves, just most of what Ledian learn usually. …None of it's great 'gainst ghosts…"

"...Right. So I guess Elvira and I will be the main offensive support," Arian surmised. "...But you can still attack Ghost-types with your Psychic-type attacks, right, Serafina? …At least you can. It's gonna suck, not being able to use Force Palm. …But, hey, good thing I took Galen's advice and learned Bite. That'll help us here."

"It will. …But our battles won't be in the bag," said Elvira with caution. "Don't get cocky, Arian. Remember what happened in Scree Canyon? Misdreavus aren't the only Ghost-types with tricks up their sleeve."

"...Don't remind me…" the Riolu muttered, being reminded of the incident in question. "...Let's just keep looking."

The floor was scoured by the quartet, and the aforementioned Ghost-types were a common occurrence. However, Arian's Bite, along with Serafina's Psychic attacks and Elvira's Assurance, which the latter had learned recently, proved effective means to dispose of the wild Pokémon in the Dungeon. And even if Natalie couldn't contribute well offensively, she did at least have Light Screen and Reflect at her disposal, which helped her and her partners defend against the attacks the ferals threw at them. With this combination, things went fairly smooth for the group.

But unfortunately, a combing of the first floor yielded no Growlithe. And so the group headed downward.

Irian Catacombs

B6F

Five floors passed by, and still no Growlithe named Rufus in sight. As the group headed into the sixth floor, Arian couldn't help but sigh in dismay.

"...This is getting monotonous," he complained. "...How long do you think we've been down here? Do you think those knights from above have made their way back to guarding the place? If so, then we're in for a rude awakening once we get out of here…"

"Worry about that later, Arian," Serafina recommended. "We made a promise to Dalibor, and we're not leaving this place without Rufus."

"I know. It's just…I kinda want to get this over with. We still have to find a way to get out of the city without being spotted. And worse still…Melchior and the others will begin to wonder where we are if we take too long."

"I wouldn't worry about that," Elvira replied. "Mercenaries are often out for jobs days at a time. It's only if they're out for an abnormally long time that they'll begin to worry. Besides…with any luck, we'll find Rufus and be out of here without incident."

"...Hopefully," Serafina added. "I must confess, I do agree with Arian that I would like this to be over too. This place, with its walls decorated in skulls and bones…it is deeply unsettling. I doubt I will be able to sleep tonight…"

"Agreed," Natalie seconded.

"Well, let's keep looking then. The sooner we find Rufus, the sooner we can get out of here," Elvira said. Looking down one hallway that greeted them, she saw a Haunter approaching. "...And the sooner we can stop dealing with all of these Ghost-types." She readied an Assurance, and prepared to strike the ghost.

However, the Haunter shot a multicoloured ray at the Treecko. In an instant, she fell to the ground, evidently asleep.

"Elvira!" Arian cried. "Is that Hypnosis that the Haunter used?" He saw the ghost cackle at its accomplishment. "Grrr, you'll pay for that!" He ran towards it, fangs bared and ready to use a Bite attack. He lunged at it and landed the hit, causing the Haunter to reel back in anger.

"Arian! Allow me," Serafina volunteered. "I can handle this one." The Riolu obeyed and stood back. He watched as the Meowstic's ears unfurled and she shot a Psybeam at her opponent. It did more than Arian expected, and enough to knock out the ghost.

"Wow," the human commented. "Good job, Serafina."

"It was nothing," the Meowstic shrugged off. "I am aware that Haunter and its family tree have a weakness to Psychic-types. I could not help but exploit it. I wished to have the upper hand against a Ghost-type, for once. Pray forgive my discourtesy."

"No, no, it's fine!" Arian assured. "It doesn't matter. As long as they're defeated in the end." He paused as Natalie took out a chesto berry and used it to wake Elvira. The Treecko let out a yawn as she woke.

"Nnnngh…" She rubbed her eyes. "Did that Haunter use Hypnosis on me?"

"Sure did," Arian replied. "Come on. On your feet." He reached a paw to her, and Elvira used it to get up.

"Thanks," she said.

"No problem. Now…back to searching."

They searched another while for Rufus. But like before, it turned out to be fruitless. And so the group found themselves going up the stairs once again.

Irian Catacombs

B7F

"So…another floor to search." Elvira looked around at the various exits that greeted them. "Which way?"

"How 'bout this one?" Natalie suggested, pointing to the western exit of the room.

"Sure. It's as good as any," Arian said. "That way it is, then."

They walked down the hallway, dealing with a Yamask along the way, before the group entered

"Oh, look, a slumber orb," Arian noted, picking up an orb laying on the ground just by the entrance. "And an escape orb." He picked that up as well, before his eyes happened upon the middle of the room. "Oh, and some money, too!" He went over and eagerly picked up a pile of coins near the centre of the room. "Gotta love it when Dungeons hand out freebies like this."

"...Were ya a treasure hunter or somethin' 'fore ya lost yer memory?" Natalie questioned. "That'd explain some things 'bout ya…"

"...Maybe," shrugged Arian. "But not necessarily. I'd think anyone would appreciate a freebie like this. No wonder people go wandering in Mystery Dungeons, if there's potentially good stuff lying around."

"...I suppose your logic about free items is reasonable," Serafina replied. "But often people overestimate the peril of Mystery Dungeons, and that is why rescuing such people is a top priority for us."

"Just like now," Elvira pointed out. "Someone like Rufus would struggle to get through somewhere like this, given the strength of the wild Pokémon in this Dungeon. We need to find him soon. We're already seven floors in…he has to be somewhere here in the Catacombs…"

Fuelled by this, the four continued their search for the missing Growlithe. Rooms were combed high and low, and the wild Pokémon continued to impede progress for them. There was a near miss when a Yamask's Hex nearly took Serafina out, but the combined power of Arian and Elvira's attacks, combined with Natalie's quick provision of an oran berry for her wounded partner, saw the Meowstic's energy regained in little time.

As they traipsed through a corridor that meandered, Arian's ears picked up on something at the corridor's end.

What is that? As they got closer, it soon became apparent to him what it was. It sounds like…conversation? Here? Are there other people in the Dungeon? …What could they be talking about?

"I hear conversation." Serafina had picked up on it too. "Everyone, be quiet. Arian, what are they saying?"

"Just give me a minute…" the Riolu said, crawling closer to the room. Once he was in a better position, he could make out the voices more clearly. Looking into the room, he could see two figures - a Pidgeotto and a Mightyena. They're not regulars in this Dungeon. …Could they be knights?

"...So Marshal Spiridon's found that kid, has he?" the Pidgeotto was saying.

"Yep, sure has," the Mightyena replied. "That damn brat…Who's he to come wandering in here?"

What? The knights have Rufus? That's not good…

"Well, that at least means we can go back to our stations out front," the Pidgeotto said. "Thank the gods. I was getting tired of the darkness of this place. I know I guard it, but I sure as hell don't like coming in here."

"But we have to get to the end of this place first," the Mightyena reminded him. "At least the stairs are right there. Now we can just…" he trailed off, as he sniffed the air.

"...Arseniy? What is it?" the Pidgeotto asked.

"...That doesn't smell like ghosts. We're not alone," the Mightyena growled. "There's someone else nearby. …In fact, a few of them. A few other intruders into this sacred place."

"Oh no!" whispered a panicked Serafina. "We've been spotted!"

"Shh, don't worry," Arian placated. "I've got this. Elvira, hand me the bag." His partner did so, and he rummaged through it, before pulling out what he wanted. Once he showed his comrades the item in question, their eyes all widened in silent understanding.

It was the slumber orb he'd picked up earlier that floor.

"What's say we give those men forty winks to catch?" Arian whispered, a slight smirk on his face.

And with that, the human threw the orb at the two knights. Before they could react, the orb exploded in front of them in a cloud of smoke.

"What in - " the Mightyena cried out, before he and his Pidgeotto comrade fell to the ground, and were snoring loudly within a few seconds.

"...It's a good thing us mercs can just find stuff on the floor to use in these Mystery Dungeons," Arian said, once he checked that the coast was clear. "I'd question it, but it's just one of those Mystery Dungeon things that's not worth questioning. …However, it can be very helpful, especially when you're in a pinch."

"...Quite. Good work, Arian," praised Serafina. "That was solved without even a fist thrown. Now then…we need to move on."

"...Yes. We need to get to the end of this Dungeon." Elvira said, a serious expression on her face. "That's where Rufus is located, if what those knights said was true."

"Then let us make haste," the Meowstic said. "We must not allow Rufus to remain in the clutches of the knights."

"Come on. Let's go," encouraged Arian, who bounded up the stairs, followed by his teammates.

Irian Catacombs

Royal Crypt

Teams Elpis and Anima worked together to get through the rest of the catacombs. The familiar slew of Ghost-types, which included Litwick, Yamask, Gastly, Haunter, Duskull, Shuppet, as well as some other Pokémon including Baltoy and Bronzor, continued to be a constant obstacle to them, but they persevered through what was thrown at them. Despite their unsettling surroundings that never ended all throughout the Dungeon

What let the group know that they were at the Dungeon's end that they could see no labyrinth of skull walls, but instead they appeared to be in an area that looked like a crypt of sorts. Multiple tombs lay on either side of them, and luminous orbs gave the area some dim lighting. Looking at the inscription on one of the tombs, Elvira let out a quiet gasp at the words written on it.

"What is it, Elvira?" Arian had noticed his partner's reaction, and looked at the inscription.

Lazar Ruslanovich Ruslan

c. 3 - 61

"Ruslan?" Arian said, as he caught sight of the name. "I've heard that name a few times now…Isn't that the name of the house that once ruled Selenia?"

"Yes," Elvira confirmed. "...If I had to guess, all of those belonging to House Ruslan are buried here in the depths of the Irian Catacombs. There are many more tombs in here, look." She pointed further along in the burial chamber, where many more sarcophagi lay.

"...Little wonder it is forbidden to venture down here," Serafina murmured. "This would be nothing short of heaven for grave robbers. I should think the bones of royals would fetch a considerable price on the black market, or wherever such individuals trade."

"...Y'know, all this talk 'bout royal folk is good 'n all, but…" Natalie interjected. "We're meant to be lookin' for this Rufus kid, and those knights from 'fore said he'd be here. …Well, where the heck is he, then?"

"This place is quite big…" Arian remarked, looking at the length of the place. "Let's get to looking."

They started the search. However, they didn't have to walk far before they began to hear voices from further down the hall.

"Hm? …Everyone, be silent," Serafina whispered. "...Who is speaking?" All four moved quietly down the rows of tombs, and found hiding places behind the sarcophagi. Once they were far enough down, they could see what appeared to be an altar, and four figures standing on it. The two teams hid behind two sarcophagi, and looked closely at the figures atop the altar. They were a Hawlucha, a black Marowak, a Growlithe…

…and an Aggron.

This sight made Elvira stiffen.

"Elvira?" Arian whispered.

"That's…" She pointed shakily to the Aggron. "That's Mitrofan right there."

"Mitrofan?" The Riolu would've cried this out in shock were they not attempting subterfuge. Instead, he forced himself to mute his astonishment. "That's really him?"

"Yes. But quiet, Arian," the Treecko urged. "What's he saying?" Arian took his partner's hint and listened in, his keen ears picking up the conversation.

"...Why do you care, anyway? So what if you were friends with Mr Dalibor? You old men just love to live in the past, don't you?" the Growlithe was saying. His voice sounded boyish and childlike, though it sounded prepubescent, as if the speaker was either before his teenage years or beginning them. That must be Rufus, then, Arian surmised.

"...Quit dodging my questions, boy," Mitrofan then spoke, in an annoyed tone. "My relation to your guardian is of no relevance to the matter at hand. Why did you enter the catacombs? …And remember who you speak to. The wrong answer could land you in a world of pain, indeed."

"...Fine. I came down here so I could say I made it this far. My friends were saying I boast too much and that I needed to prove my bravery. And what better way to prove it than by going to the one place no one would dare to go? …I made it this far, and I managed to make it passed, so…I guess you could say I proved that point!" Rufus answered.

"Bravery? You call that bravery?" the Aggron mocked. "Ha! You know nothing of the word. Did you, by any chance, think of the consequences your actions might have had should you have failed?"

"But I didn't fail! I - "

"Did Dalibor's coma teach you nothing about brushes with death? Did you not learn how fragile life could be? Or was your guardian's teetering on death's precipice just an event to be forgotten, was it?"

"...What? …What are you saying? Don't bring that up! You don't know anything about that…!"

"...You talk to the former Guildmaster who blamed himself for his friend's incapacitation. I know a good deal more than a brat like you who refuses to learn life's lessons. For someone of your ilk, the Irian Catacombs are a perilous place. You see all of these sarcophagi lining this room? …A number of those royals, in transporting their loved ones here, perished in the Mystery Dungeon and joined their kin and ancestors in death. That very same fate could have happened to you, were it not for the intervention of Marshal Spiridon and the knights. And what effect would that have on your peers? They would be devastated at the loss of a friend, and Dalibor and Cornelia would equally grieve for your lost soul that would've been lost in a foolhardy manner. And what's it all for? …Bragging rights. A feeble excuse, when all is said and done!"

"...Shut up…!" The boy sounded like he was on the verge of tears, perhaps in realisation of the Aggron's words.

"...A pitiful sight. He who boasted of his bravery before now sheds tears in realisation of his recklessness. You would do well to reflect on your mistakes, and consider what bravery truly constitutes! …Hmph. Get that whelp out of my sight, Marshal Spiridon. Take him back to the Grimmhatt Orphanage."

"Of course," obliged the Hawlucha called Spiridon. "Come on, kiddo."

Wordlessly, the still snivelling Rufus followed him in compliance. This drew the attention of the four mercenaries in hiding.

They're taking him away! Arian thought, and readied himself to strike the Hawlucha when he came by.

"...Wait. Don't move." The Marowak suddenly spoke up, causing Spiridon to stop. "Step aside, Spiridon."

"...What is it, Nikita?" the Hawlucha asked, doing as the Marowak demanded, and the latter moved ahead of him.

The Marowak said nothing. Instead, he readied his right arm and threw the bone he was holding. The bone was thrown to the area of the hall where Teams Elpis and Anima were hiding, causing them to tense in nervousness. The ghostly fire on it burned brightly, and the flames on it spat a few smaller embers.

One of these happened to land on Arian, and he instinctively hissed in pain. He tried to be quiet about it, but it was no good. The Marowak's suspicions had been confirmed; there were more in the crypt than just the four atop the altar.

"As I thought," Nikita said. "It would appear we have company, Master Mitrofan."

Notes

And so we get introduced to a plethora of new characters, chief among which being the musicians. There are a number of nods here to a few musicians that I'm quite fond of. These references were what I was referring to in the notes for the last chapter, regarding the names that I was eager to speak about.

Dio is named after Ronnie James Dio, lead singer for Rainbow, Black Sabbath and Dio.

Iommi is named after Tony Iommi, the guitarist for Black Sabbath.

Candice is named after Candice Night, the lead singer for Blackmore's Night.

Khoroshev is named after Igor Khoroshev, one of the keyboardists Yes have had.

Duda is named after Mariusz Duda, the bassist and frontman of Riverside.

Portnoy is named after Mike Portnoy, the ex-drummer of Dream Theater.

In line with my naming conventions, the last three are names of Slavic/Russian etymological origin, to imply their Selenian origins. However, I'll reserve music references mainly for characters in this story related to music. I won't go full-on JoJo with the musical naming conventions.

The song Dio sings is somewhat based on 'From the Turn of a Card' by Yes.

Arukona · Oct 15, 2022

Chapter 16
Iria, Part 2

"Intruders?" Mitrofan scanned the dark room.

"Yes. Behind the tombs of Tsar Vedran II and Tsarina Arkadiya," Nikita clarified. "There are people there. Thieves, perhaps, that have come to rob the bones of the tsars of old."

No, we're not! Arian wanted to say. But he held his tongue.

"I'll snuff them out," Spiridon said. "Together, Niki?"

"Hmph. Whatever works."

Both charged respective attacks. Nikita's bone glowed with turquoise fire, while Spiridon leapt up into the air. Then the Marowak broke into a sprint, and as he passed where Serafina and Natalie lay in hiding, he hurled his bone at them. Meanwhile, Spiridon twirled in mid-air, before bringing his move crashing down on where Arian and Elvira were hiding.

"Shadow Bonemerang!"

"Acrobatic Smackdown!"

Their move call-outs happened at the same time. In an instant, both teams felt the force of the attackers' moves upon them. And they hurt, especially the full force of Spiridon's Acrobatic Smackdown, which Arian and Elvira were unlucky enough to be on the receiving end of.

"Argh!" cried Arian. "That hurt…"

"I should hope so. It means I haven't been slacking," Spiridon quipped. "...A Riolu and a Treecko? Oh hey! It's the two that brought Hinnerk to his knees!"

"What?" Mitrofan snapped to attention upon hearing this. "Bring them here, at once."

"Sure thing, Mitt!" the Hawlucha obliged. "...Come on now, you two. He doesn't bite!"

"Tell that to Tsar Kliment," huffed Elvira. "And to all the people that have died under his regime!"

"Aw, don't be that way. All that frowning will give you wrinkles, you know," Spiridon returned. "...You're Kallias' little girl, aren't you? Does he want his kid to become a frowning sourpuss for the rest of her life?"

"Hey, shut up!" Arian interjected. "Stop making fun of Elvira like that! What do you know of her dad, anyway?!" He attempted to attack him with a Metal Claw, but the Hawlucha sidestepped the attack, and retaliated with a rapid Poison Jab, which was enough to push Arian into Elvira.

"You obviously don't know me at all, little Riolu. I actually know quite a lot about Elvira's dad," Spiridon regaled. "We worked together in the Irian Guild, back when that was still a thing. We were good pals, and we got along well. I even participated in a few missions with him and Melchior. We even had drinks on a good few occasions. …And I know enough about the man to know that he loved his daughter to death. A bit of a shame to be treating her like some common outlaw. Come on, I don't wanna keep doing this. I don't want to be your enemy. At least hear Mitt out, will you?"

"...No." Elvira was defiant. "A true friend to my dad would never side with a despot like Mitrofan! You're trying to guilt-trip me into doing the same!"

"...So that's what you think, is it?" From his tone, Arian could detect an amount of disappointment, but surprisingly, anger as well, within Spiridon. "...That's a damn shame, alright. Just like them, you can't see the forest for the trees. …Tch. You really do take after your old man - that is, the bad side of him. The side that neglected and abandoned a friend in need!"

He dashed forward and struck Elvira with another Poison Jab. The Treecko, due to her Poison-type weakness, suffered badly from the powerful onslaught from the Hawlucha's attack, and was thrown towards the side of one of the tombs.

Strangely, a look of worry crossed Spiridon's face at this.

"...That's not good. Don't want to go around causing damage to these tombs," he muttered. "Gotta finish this quickly." He took a Quick Attack from Arian, and focused on the Riolu. "Feisty fighter, aren't you? …Well, how about something Fighting-types like you and me hate?"

Before Arian could react, Spiridon suddenly ran forward and grabbed him, before springing into the air.

"A bit of air time!" the Hawlucha followed up. "Hey, Mitt! Catch!"

"What?!" Before Arian even realised it, he was being thrown through the air. And just as he had finished processing this, he collided with something hard, heavy and metallic, before landing face-first into the ground.

"Owww…" he moaned. "That smarts…Did I hit the wall?" He craned his neck and yelped at what, or rather, who, he saw.

The glaring eyes of a threatening-looking Aggron that towered over him. It was Mitrofan himself.

"Arian!" Elvira's voice cried out, and the Treecko rounded the tomb corner. Curiously, Spiridon made no move to stop her, only watching her dash up to her partner. Instead, he turned his attention to helping Nikita out with his own clash against Team Anima.

"...So they reveal themselves in the flesh," Mitrofan said, which made Elvira turn her attention to him. "Whatever are you doing down here? Were you not aware that the Catacombs are forbidden unless permission is given by me?"

"...We're here to rescue Rufus," Arian said, acknowledging the Growlithe who had hid behind one of the tombs, away from the action that was taking place a few rows down.

"...I presume Dalibor sent you?" A look of contempt crossed Mitrofan's face. "...I'll have words for that man for this..."

"Why do you care?" retorted Arian. "What are you doing down here anyway? What, are you going to vandalise this place?"

"Certainly not, you fool!" the Aggron snapped, offended by the suggestion. "The Ruslan bloodline is diverse in character. There have been many great tsars of Selenia that I respect among this dynasty. I would not dare destroy this place of cultural importance. Rather...I would seek to prevent its contamination by the admission of an unworthy man. One man whose vileness on the throne has poisoned his bloodline."

"Let me guess," Elvira said, her tone cold. "...It's Tsar Kliment you're talking about."

"Correct." Mitrofan's focus fell on Elvira. "...Are you here to defend him to the death, just as your father did, Elvira?"

"...Mitrofan." The Treecko's coldness persisted, and she chose to ignore his question, wanting to get right to the point. "It's been a while. I haven't seen you for a long time. The first time I've seen you in person as tsar of Selenia."

"Tsar? …Tch," spat Mitrofan. "That was an epithet meant for the grandest of individuals, and a dynasty that was once held in the highest of regards. But the likes of Kliment have soured the name of the tsar, and shown that such hereditary customs have run their course. Tsar…what a vile title. I want no association with it."

"...What?" Arian was confused. "Okay…that's yet another weird thing to chalk up about you. Not gonna lie, I was expecting some power hungry jackass just like Hinnerk who'd abuse every bit of power he had."

"...You would be a fool to believe that, Riolu," the Aggron scoffed. "Hinnerk was a vain and arrogant lout who far overstepped his intended role. He was a pawn, a tool to be disposed of when he was no longer useful. I had intended to remove him myself, but it appeared that task was taken out of my hands and mostly dealt with by the two fugitives before me." He gestured to Arian and Elvira.

"So…wait. You didn't like Hinnerk either?"

"Ha! Who would? Like I said, he was only a pawn to me, and far from a faithful ally. To have him deposed and replaced by someone more loyal was always my intention, once it became clear that he was too egotistical for his own good. …I would almost be glad to see him put behind bars, as was described to me. …But there's a problem. He doesn't belong there either. He shouldn't be rotting away in a fragile cell in a rural Selenian town! There's only one place he should, and that's in the deepest, darkest pit of hell where his ilk belong!

"So, tell me, Arian and Elvira; why didn't you kill him when you had the chance?"

"..." Arian didn't reply instantly, instead finding himself taken aback by the vitriol Mitrofan seemed to have against their former adversary. Yes, he's one of the vilest people I've ever met and fought, too. But…the way he's talking, it sounds personal. This sounds like it's more than just the last five years. Could it be…the smuggling thing that he was involved in seven years ago? he suddenly realised. Man, is that cropping up a lot…I need to find out more.

"...Because we swore an oath not to kill." Elvira was the one who answered the question. "You, the former Guildmaster of the Irian Guild, should know better than anyone that mercenaries do not kill, no matter the circumstances. …Even in the case of someone as despicable as Hinnerk."

"...Hmph! But you forget another facet of being a mercenary, stronger than anything in that oath," Mitrofan spat. "One of the most vital duties of a mercenary is to see their missions through to the end. You failed to do this with Hinnerk and see that end of justice carried out. Mark my words - that will be your undoing. That sly, cunning rat will find a way out of confinement and be a nuisance to us all once again. When you eventually find yourself tangled in his web of schemes, what will your precious oath mean to you then? It won't be anything but a shackle!

"...And here I was hoping your answer would be somewhat reasonable." Mitrofan shook his head in disappointment. "But no. You merely regurgitate what your father and Melchior said to me. Have you learned nothing in the last five years? Or have you realised that your current position as mercenaries is the staunchness with which you remain in that stance? …I highly doubt your friend is willing to concede that point either." He glared at Arian, who returned the gesture.

"I don't know much about mercenary traditions," he admitted. "But last I checked, it was you who declared all mercenaries as outlaws. …Well, whose fault is that, then? It's not like we're the ones passing laws around here!"

"Any lawmaker recognises a threat to leadership when he sees one," Mitrofan responded. "You've made your enmity of me quite clear, and have been unwilling to compromise on all fronts. It's not I who won't allow concessions - it's your entrenchment in your position that compels you to rebuff me! …A pity, too. We could have a hybrid system that worked, and one that favoured mercenaries over knights. As a former Guildmaster, I would be all too willing to allow greater power for mercenaries, and prevent overreaching lords from trying to control the Guild and endlessly compromise and downsize it. …I can't express my disappointment in words enough that you, just like those two cowardly turncoats, cannot see the forest for the trees."

"Cowardly turncoats?" That was a stab in the heart for Elvira. "...You…You knew them well. They looked up to you. They supported you as Guildmaster, and you wouldn't even be in the role if not for them! And…you were a nice man, too." Memories came back to her of a scary-looking but kind Aggron giving a five-year-old her money to buy sweets with. "…Why, Mitrofan? Why have you changed like this? How could you go from being a virtuous Guildmaster loved by all to this despotic tyrant that you are today?"

"...You wouldn't believe my word anymore," snarled Mitrofan. "Just like Melchior and your father, you would merely treat the words of a murderer as weightless. As long as your position on this remains uncompromising, I can't for one minute begin to consider you an ally! If you intend to antagonise me further, then I will become that enemy you want me to be!"

With that, he slammed his foot into the ground. This was a gesture that alone demonstrated his sheer power, the force of which could be felt by Team Elpis. But then stalagmites shot out of the ground, and the force behind them became known to Elvira, who was on the receiving end of Mitrofan's Stone Edge. She let out a pained cry as she was thrown across the crypt.

"Elvira!" Arian screamed. His panic then quickly dissolved into rage when he gazed back at Mitrofan. "Mitrofan! You'll pay for hurting her!" He charged a Force Palm and ran towards the Aggron, jumping at him in an attempt to strike him in the chest.

However, Mitrofan saw his opponent's wide opening, and took advantage of it.

"Ironclad Impact!"

To Arian's shock, his attack was blocked by Mitrofan's raised arm, which seemed to shimmer a metallic grey. He was then shoved, and in what felt like an instant, he felt the full force of the Selenian tyrant against him. Given the sheer heaviness of his opponent, especially when compared with him…it was quite an attack to take, and Arian was flung across the crypt, just like his partner.

He landed next to her, hard on the ground in a landing forceful enough that the Riolu found himself coughing up blood. His vision blurred, and he found himself losing in the battle to stay conscious.

"...No…I can't…die…here…" he gasped out, seeing Spiridon approach him in his fading vision. It was the last thing he saw before he, like his teammate, blacked out.

"...A damn shame," Spiridon murmured, hearing the Riolu's words. "I don't want to kill you, kid, but…you're a threat to Mitt's rule, and probably not going to convert to his ways. And same with Elvira. I really don't want to kill my old friend's daughter…" He shook his head. "No. Best not to think about it. This is the way it has to be." He marched towards the passed out duo, getting ready to move in for the kill.

"No, you will not! You will not kill my friends!"

Next thing the Hawlucha knew, he was struck with a Psybeam attack from the rear. He had made the mistake of turning his attention away from his current fight with Team Anima. Though they were losing the fight, they were not yet out, partially thanks to Natalie's deployment of Light Screen and Reflect that allowed her and Serafina to outlast the assault from Nikita and later Spiridon. As well as that, the usage of two reviver seeds had allowed them to stay in the game.

However, it had become apparent to the two girls; they were outmatched heavily against the experienced right-hand men of Mitrofan, and if they were to get out of this alive, they would have to make a strategic retreat.

Serafina's Psybeam stunned Spiridon long enough for her to run past him and get close to Arian and Elvira. Once there, she stood her ground resolutely as she called out to her partner.

"Natalie! With me!"

"Gotcha, Serafina!" The Ledian fluttered over, throwing a Silver Wind in Nikita's direction to distract him. The Marowak effortlessly batted away the attack with his bone club as if it were nothing, and moved to pursue the Ledian.

"You're not getting away!" he yelled.

"Oh yes, we are!" Serafina declared, as Natalie landed next to her. "Now, Natalie!"

The Ledian threw down an orb. It unleashed a blinding white light which made the other four occupants of the room cover their eyes. When the light dissipated…the four mercenaries had vanished.

"An escape orb…Dammit! They got away!" Spiridon yelled in annoyance.

"Don't worry. They couldn't have gotten far," Mitrofan assured. "We need to pursue them, and we need only walk out of the crypt to do that."

"Sure thing, Master Mitt." The Hawlucha's gaze then turned to Rufus, and was then suddenly reminded he had been there the whole time. "...Er, but what about the kid? What'll we do with him?"

"Ah yes…" Mitrofan turned to the Growlithe in consideration, which made Rufus cower in fear. "...A change of plan. Nikita and I will hunt those mercs down with the knights. Meanwhile, you take him back to the barracks and look after him before we return him to Dalibor. I'll have some choice words for that man, and I want to be with you when we return Rufus to the Grimmhatt Orphanage."

"Gotcha. …Well, have fun with the hunt!" Spiridon saluted, as Mitrofan and Nikita headed out of the crypt. "…So, little Rufus. You heard him. Away to the knights' barracks we go. And if you're good, I'll give you a few sweets when we get there. Sound good?"

"...Sure," Rufus mumbled halfheartedly, following after the Hawlucha.

"Don't be sad, kiddo. We will get you back to Dali, I promise," Spiridon promised. "We're not bastards who kidnap others. …And especially children. Those people are the lowest of the low, rotten to the core. …I mean...I'm not going to pretend we don't have enemies with Mitt in the hot seat. A lot of people don't like change, and will fight it every step of the way. …But change happened. And that change…was brought about by those same kind of bastards I mentioned. It was to their ruin, and…it's why Mitt sits upon the Selenian throne."

"...What?" Rufus tilted his head, not fully understanding what the Hawlucha was saying.

"...Eh, forget it. Mitt doesn't want me blabbing. Forget I said anything." Spiridon began walking out of the crypt, with the Growlithe boy following him. He thought about what he'd said, and before leaving the crypt, he turned back to look at the lines of tombs.

Yup. Bastards like that Tsar Kliment…No wonder Mitt never buried you here. You don't deserve a space among a family of honour like this one.

A flash of light appeared in front of the entrance of the Irian Catacombs, and Team Anima appeared, along with their knocked out comrades.

"...What now?" Natalie asked. "What are we gonna do, Serafina?"

"...There's one pressing matter that stands above all else." The Meowstic looked at their downed comrades. "These two need medical attention immediately. …But we have to revive them first. Natalie…we wouldn't happen to have any more reviver seeds on hand, would we?"

The Ledian rummaged through the bag, searching thoroughly for one. "Naw. Nothin' in here. We used 'em up durin' that fight with that Nikita fella." Then she remembered Team Elpis' bag, currently strapped to Elvira. "Maybe they have some…" She went over and began searching through it.

At that point, another thought came to Serafina. "We need to hide somewhere first. Mitrofan and his two henchmen will come out of that entrance at any moment."

"...I see what ya mean," Natalie replied, ceasing her search for a reviver seed. "Where to go…?"

"...Back the way we came." Serafina's gaze fell upon the alley they went through in order to get to the Catacombs. "There's a few places there we could hide in there."

"Right. That's what we'll do, then." Natalie moved to pick up Arian, while Serafina did the same for Elvira. The girls carried the duo into the alleyway, and moved quickly along it, to put distance between themselves and the Catacombs.

Eventually, they felt as though they had gone far enough to hide. They sat down outside an abandoned doorstep, and Natalie resumed her search for a reviver seed in Team Elpis's bag.

But after a thorough search, she came up short. "Naw, they don't got it either," she informed, disappointed. "Darn…this ain't good…"

"...What are we going to do?" Serafina said, despairingly. "Given their fugitive status - and ours, for that matter - we are unlikely to find help in infirmaries in the city. Word no doubt has spread, and surely even the commonfolk know about us now. …We may not even be able to buy reviver seeds at stalls that sell them. Would merchants deal with us knowing that fact? I highly doubt Mitrofan would simply allow knowing dealings with fugitives to pass. The fear of repercussions alone would cause them to rebuff us. And that's assuming the knights do not corner us. The Merchants' Quarter will most likely be teeming with knights anyway…thus going back there would not be a viable option. Oh, Natalie…whatever are we to do?"

"...Well…I ain't sure, to tell ya the truth," Natalie admitted. "But…ya know what Ol' Mitt said in there? 'Bout mercs seein' things through to the end? …I think there's somethin' else mercs should do 'sides that and all the other oath stuff."

"...What would that be?"

"...We ain't givin' up," the Ledian said, with determination. "'Specially when it's our friends who're in bad shape. We gotta find help somewhere for 'em, and it don't matter how we get that help. …'Sides, we might get lucky, and someone'll help us out. We just gotta look. Either we find someone who's good at treatin' folks, or someone who sells reviver seeds."

"...I suppose sitting here would do us no good," Serafina assented. "...Let us search for either of those, then. But…we must be careful. The knights will still be searching for us."

"Gotcha." The Ledian got up, and resumed carrying the defeated Arian. "Let's make tracks, Serafina."

"Of course."

Team Anima went through the back streets of the quarter of Iria they were in. All the while, they kept their eyes peeled for the two things Natalie mentioned; a merchant that sold items that included reviver seeds, or a doctor or someone medically trained that might have reviver seeds with which to resuscitate their comrades.

However, it became apparent to them that this was a poor part of Iria that did not have either of these things. While the Merchants' Quarter and the southern part of the city were evidently more prosperous, this was one of the more impoverished quarters of Iria, as evidenced by the shabby look of the streets, houses and the dwellers living in the area. Serafina hoped that one of them would step up to help, but alas, she had no luck on that front. Those they did pass seemed preoccupied with their own lives, and barely took notice of the duo carrying two injured Pokémon.

Taking a moment to look up at the sky, Serafina noted that the evening was setting in. The sky was becoming more orange in colour, and darker shadows were being cast in the area they were in. There was now no chance of them getting back to Kamengrad before nightfall, and even then, it would be well into the night by the time they got home. Not to mention, it had been a long day, with them exploring two Mystery Dungeons, running from knights, and dealing in combat with wild Pokémon and Mitrofan's right-hand men, and Serafina found it hard to resist the fatigue encroaching on her.

But she and Natalie were determined not to give up in helping their comrades. That compelled them to keep going in their search for aid. They kept walking through the streets that had seen better days, and ended up on a wider street that had a few knights on it. Realising this, the duo stayed hidden, and waited for an opening in the knights' formation. Luckily, the advent of evening had created dark shadows to aid the girls in keeping themselves hidden.

They crept along by ducking into alleyways and behind obstacles. It was the same strategy they had used when sneaking to the Catacombs. The difference was that on this occasion, they found themselves facing more knights to sneak around, and they had no fixed determined destination.

The presence of knights was quite a persistent problem for Team Anima, especially in areas where the range of hiding places wasn't great. At one point, the girls had to duck behind some casks that weren't big enough to obscure them completely. Natalie, the biggest one of the four, couldn't hide her antennae and the top of her head fully, even when crouched, so she had to settle for a position of semi-obscurity and hope the shadowy evening would make up for that.

While they waited for an opening in the knights' formation of three, they overheard the conversation between them.

"So…have they found those mercenaries yet?" one of them, a Magmar, asked. "Y'know, the ones Marshal Ludmila was going on about."

"I don't think so," another knight, an Azumarill, replied. "If they have been caught, we haven't heard about it."

"...Hey, you have any idea why Ludmila was cross when talking about them?" queried the third knight, a Graveler, asked. "She seemed pretty pissed…"

"Can you blame her?" the Azumarill returned. "You'd be angry too, if four criminals escaped from your notice. …Pesky mercs. Can't really say I liked them all that much. Going around thinking they were better than us..."

"I dunno, though…" The Graveler didn't sound so sure. "They weren't that bad, back in the day…They weren't too different from the knights, just a bit more loose and casual than what us lot have to do. Plus…since Mitrofan took over, some of those merc duties have been passed onto us."

"...Weird as hell, isn't it?" the Magmar shrugged. "You'd think the former Guildmaster of the Irian Guild would do everything to keep that place going. But I guess with so many of them turning on him…he obviously couldn't keep doing that, and moved the mercs who did side with him into the knights. I know for a fact that Marshal Spiridon was a merc before becoming a knight."

"...Um," the Graveler began again. "I don't want to sound like a doubter, but…with Spiridon, a former merc, and Ludmila, who was rank-and-file not long ago, both becoming marshals of Iria in no time at all…you don't think the quality of the Selenian knights is suffering, do you?"

"What?" the Azumarill said. "How could you say that? Hell, it's better now than it was! If even Ludmila, who was an ordinary soldier like we are now, can rise to become a marshal in no time at all, then that's great news for us! It means it's possible for us to do the same, rather than marshals and other high positions being locked to pampered nobles and friends of Tsar Kliment that haven't seen a day of combat in their life! At least Mitrofan's crop of marshals have seen a thing or two about fights!"

"Quite right," another voice spoke. "I'm honoured by your praise, private. See to it our good word spreads."

"Hm? That voice…" The Azumarill looked up, and atop an awning stood a Floatzel. They jumped down from there onto the ground below.

"Marshal Metody!" the Magmar said, standing to attention and saluting. "An honour to see you, sir!"

"Gentlemen." Metody gave an acknowledging nod to each man. "I have come to inform you of an update on the whereabouts of those fugitive mercenaries. They were spotted in the Irian Catacombs."

"The Catacombs?" Confusion crossed the Graveler's face. "Why would they go there?"

"Who knows? Probably some petty vandalism or something of that nature," the Floatzel dismissed. "It matters not. They escaped from there, and are hiding out in the shadows of Iria. The great Mitrofan himself has joined the search, and Marshal Ludmila's search continues. If you men ever see these two - " He pulled out that same wanted poster of Arian and Elvira. " - Then do not hesitate to capture them. Also…they're not alone. A Meowstic and a Ledian are also aiding them. If you see them, capture them too. …Particularly the Meowstic. If my suspicions about her are correct…then it will be worth getting our hands on her."

Serafina didn't miss a word. Her hands clenched, and she silently prayed that Metody wouldn't look in their direction.

"What suspicions would those be, Marshal?" asked the Azumarill.

"Ah, nothing. Just a little inkling I have at the moment." As he spoke, Metody's eyes wandered. He observed nothing at first, then…as he looked to his left…

Hm? Are those…white tails I spy with my little eye?

A slight grin crept across the Floatzel's face.

"...Must be seeing things," he muttered out loud to earshot of everyone. …Including the two eavesdroppers.

Darn! Does he know? Natalie ducked a little lower, as low as she could. Please tell me he don't know…

"Seeing what, Marshal?" the Graveler queried.

"Oh, don't worry. Just mutterings, is all," dismissed Metody. "Now, if you'll excuse me." He then burrowed into the ground, in an evident use of Dig.

Natalie breathed an inner sigh of relief. Oh great, he's gone, she thought. Now just gotta wait for these knight folk to -

Suddenly she and Serafina were struck from below by the resurfacing Floatzel. The attack launched them, as well as Arian and Elvira, out of their hiding place and onto the open street, in direct view of the knights.

"What?!"

"The Riolu and Treecko! Oh, and the Meowstic and Ledian, too!"

"It turns out I was seeing things," Metody smirked. "A quartet of eavesdropping mercenaries. …How rude. Were you not taught manners? …Especially you of all people…Serafina Feliksovna Dorofeyeva?" His smugness only grew as he spoke the Meowstic's name.

"...Do not speak to me of manners," Serafina angrily retorted. "Were you not taught loyalty to the tsar and the consequences of treason…Metody Eligiusz Kumiega?"

"What in tarnation? Serafina…ya know him?" Natalie looked to her partner in surprise.

"I do, indeed," the Meowstic replied. "Metody Eligiusz Kumiega…the heir of House Kumiega and one of Mitrofan's marshals and most loyal allies. …As expected of House Kumiega. Your devious strategies line up perfectly with the despotic agenda that Mitrofan pursues!"

"...Devious? I'm hurt, Lady Serafina," Metody replied, his hand over his heart in mock pain. "It is all for our house's survival and longevity. Our house lives by one dictum - pragmatism. Times change, and so our house must change with them. If House Ruslan perishes and a new power comes to be, then we must rise to this challenge and go with the flow. Other houses did not, and now they lie in ruin. Others - like your own - are a shell of their former selves. …Not that there was much meat on that bone to begin with!" he guffawed.

"Do not mock my house!" Serafina growled, fangs bared.

"Oh, but I will. After all, there's nothing wrong with making fun of the misguided," the Floatzel replied. "What a stupid policy, lowering yourself to the people that you lord over. And refusing to tax them further, despite your monetary problems…to say your decision-making has been poor is quite the understatement. And regrettably, Lord Rafail has been no different in that regard."

"The people in our oblast are poor, and can barely afford the rents as they are!" returned the cat.

"That's right!" Natalie seconded, backing up her partner. "Us poor folk in Karelia don't got much at all! If Serafina's folks raised taxes any more, we'd be kicked off our land! We're grateful to 'em for - "

"I did not ask for input from a soil-knuckled farmhand," interrupted Metody, visibly irked by the intervention of the Ledian. "Be silent while your superiors speak. You know nothing of a noble house's affairs. You think you can make your overlords bow and scrape to you? What a backward, twisted culture you have cultivated in that backwater land you call an oblast!"

"...B-But…!" Natalie's counter died at her lips. Metody's comment had hit her directly where it hurt, and she could feel tears prick at her eyes.

"...Is there no end to your insults?" Serafina rhetorically asked. "...You are sincerely lucky we have bigger problems on our plate, otherwise I would see to it you would regret making such remarks against Karelia, Natalie and my house."

"And I have a feeling I know what those problems are." The Floatzel pointed to the passed out forms of Arian and Elvira. "Two down, and two more to go, of which we have a former demure lady and a damsel of the soil. This should be simple." He prepared to use Ice Beam, which would've worked for him in dealing out damage to Team Anima first. However…

"Fake Out!" Serafina called out, and got the drop on him, as he flinched from her attack. This was just the opening the duo needed, and was capitalised on by Natalie, who threw a stun seed at Metody.

"Argh! …I can't move!" yelled Metody. "You mud-ridden wench! How dare you do this to me!"

"That would serve you right!" Serafina shot back. "Do not speak ill of my family or people again!" She was about to say more, but Natalie pulled her away.

"We gotta run," she said in an urgent manner. "Now's our chance! We ain't got time to talk smack to him!"

"Understood!" Serafina picked up Elvira, then resumed running with Natalie, who carried Arian.

"After them!" Metody was apoplectic. "Do not let them escape!"

"Yes, sir!" the three knights replied in unison, before giving chase.

Now that the pretence had vanished, Team Anima gave up on their strategy of subterfuge, and ran through the streets with all the subtlety of a rampaging Bouffalant. Their running through the streets and pursuit by the knights, which gradually grew in number, drew the attention of passersby, who watched the unfolding action with interest. Many moved to the street's sides, and wary mothers called their children away from the centre of the street as the knights came through.

Notably, Metody had rejoined the fray, the stun seed's effect having worn off, and to say he was furious would be to put it lightly. A snarl was present on his previously grinning face. To think I was outmanoeuvred by the spawn of a tactically untenable house and her baseborn serf of a partner…they will not escape my grasp. No one outwits Marshal Metody and lives to tell the tale.

Unfortunately for Team Anima, their need to carry their fallen teammates meant that they were expending more energy, and that in turn meant the knights were quick to gain on them. A familiar but unwelcome sense of déjà vu came over the girls, but it did make them remember what they did last time to slow the knights' progress.

Natalie was quick to dig into whatever items they had left in their satchel. Blast seeds, a cross-eyed seed, totter seeds, sleep seeds, a blowback orb, and even a hurl orb were thrown at their enemies in an effort to stall their advance. Meanwhile, items that were beneficial to them, such as oran berries and heal seeds that allowed them some retention of their stamina. A quick orb they had was particularly beneficial - it increased their speed which allowed them to widen the distance between them and their pursuers.

Eventually, after a great deal of running, evasion and navigating through winding streets, Team Anima felt that they had finally put enough distance between them and the knights to comfortably take a breather. There weren't any knights nearby at the y-junction they had come to, and so the duo took a moment to catch their breath behind some boxes and lay down their downed comrades.

"...Whew," Natalie breathed. "Good thing we got this far. That whole throwin' stuff at the knights ain't done much good for our bag. Only things we have in it now are healin' stuff, like berries and heal seeds and that kinda thing…"

"I see…Then let us see to it we escape those knights as soon as possible," Serafina replied. "But we must catch our breath first. We cannot keep running otherwise."

"Ya said it." The Ledian's gaze fell to their comrades, still out of action. "...Say, Arian's heavier than he looks. I mean, I've carried heavier back on the farm, but…that don't mean he's a light load. 'Specially when you're runnin' from a load of knights…"

"...At least you are much more cut out than this than I, Natalie," Serafina responded, taking in much needed breaths of air after she spoke. "...What I was taught as a noblewoman is only becoming a hindrance now…"

"Ya've gotten better," the Ledian pointed out, as she took out a canteen of water and drank from it.

"I know. But I still suffer from my noble shortcomings," the Meowstic replied, downcastly. "And because my own family's failings, we are mocked and ostracised by other nobles. Shunned by them who see us as commoners, and shunned by commoners who see us as nobles…"

"Hey." Serafina stopped speaking once Natalie interjected. "Don't be thinkin' those bad thoughts. Don't let that fancy-pants Floatzel get to ya. Us folks in Karelia support yer family and love 'em for all they've done fer us. And yer my best friend and comrade, Serafina. If ya fall, I'm fallin' with ya. That's another one of 'em merc things, ain't it? Lookin' out fer each other?"

"...Indeed. Looking out for one another is one of the central elements of a mercenary team," Serafina said, feeling a bit more confident. "Thank you, Natalie."

"Anytime." The Ledian handed the canteen to her. "Water?"

"Gladly." The Meowstic took a swig of the liquid, which was a refreshing reliever for her parched self. "Ahh…lovely."

"Right." Natalie got to her feet, taking Arian in her arms once again. "I think we oughta get movin'. Which way should we - "

"Wait," Serafina demanded. Closing her eyes, she listened. "...I can hear knights coming. Not just from behind us, but from that way." She pointed to the path on the right. "We need to hurry down this way."

"...'Kay," Natalie obliged, though worry came over her. How much longer can we keep runnin' for…?

They made their way down the aforementioned street. Luckily, it was a back street meaning there were barely any knights on it. They continued along it, all too aware of the encroaching group of knights from the rear.

Eventually, they arrived somewhere that made Serafina stop in realisation at what lay before them.

"Iria Cathedral? Goodness, have we really come this far?"

The cathedral was a dominating one, towering over surrounding buildings. While Iria Castle still loomed over everything and everyone in town, Iria Cathedral certainly bore a presence of its own. It contained a tall steeple with a belfry at the top of it, and undoubtedly, one would get a commanding view of the city were they to traverse up to there. Beautiful stained glass windows gleamed in the evening light, and it was a memorable sight. Were Arian conscious, Serafina had little doubt he'd be remarking on the beauty of the scene before them.

But unfortunately, she and Natalie could not do this. Because as soon as they stepped into the square…

"Aha! There they are, those tenacious mercenaries!"

"...Tenacious is correct. But there's a difference between admirable tenacity, and so far, those four have not garnered admiration in the slightest."

The duo froze. Looking over to their right in the square at the pair of voices that spoke, the sight made their stomachs drop.

Not only was Marshal Ludmila there…but so was Mitrofan. With him was Nikita, along with a congregation of knights. All other exits were blocked by them, and a quick scan from Serafina didn't find any gaps in the formation.

Their first instinct was to run back the way they came. However, this was not an option, given the impending approach of knights from that direction.

"...We're cornered," Serafina said with dread.

"...S'pose our only option is to fight," Natalie said, adapting a battle stance.

"Natalie, that is no option either!" the Meowstic cried. "You saw how quick Mitrofan disposed of Arian and Elvira…our two good friends." She looked at their unconscious forms in regret. "That was when he had Nikita and Spiridon with him. Now he is with Nikita, along with Marshal Ludmila and knights blocking every possible escape route. …If Arian and Elvira could not defeat him, what hope do we have? Outnumbered, outmatched…to say we are in a tight spot would sum it up."

"I'm glad you realise that," Mitrofan intervened, hearing the cat's words. "You've done well to evade the knights of Iria, and even my most loyal marshals have had trouble apprehending you." He looked to Ludmila in recognition.

"Too right," she growled. "But it would appear your luck has finally run out, you two. In the name of Master Mitrofan and the Order of Knights, you are under arrest! Men, seize them! Don't let those criminals escape!"

"Yes, ma'am!" saluted several knights, before a number moved in to capture them.

"No! I will not be taken by the likes of you!" Serafina yelled out, backing away from them.

"Oh, but you will," a new voice spoke up from behind the two girls. A voice that made Serafina feel sick. "After all, there is nowhere left for you to run. Now your little game of runaway has come to a close, and you and that low-born serf you call a friend have been handed a resounding defeat!"

Looking behind her, the Meowstic's fears were confirmed. Metody had caught up to them, and he and his legion of knights cornered them from the street in which they came.

"Honestly, trying to play the game of a mercenary…What in Arceus' name were you thinking?" the Floatzel derided. "You were never made for this. A noblewoman like you ought to be more upstanding than that. You could have been a lady of one of the finest Selenian lords around. You could have earned back some self-respect for your family - gods know they need it. A lady like you would be well-sought after, and a marriage from someone like you would obtain a nice dowry for your family."

"That girl's a noble?" Ludmila interrupted.

"Yes. She is Lady Serafina of House Dorofeyev. The niece of the current Lord Rafail, and the daughter of former Lord Feliks who deserted our nation," Nikita explained.

"...Hmph." The look of contempt on the Nidoqueen's face deepened.

"But then you go ahead and do this. How is this possibly of any benefit to you?" Metody continued. "There's no way the likes of you can possibly fit in with a herd of low-born freelancers. You only tarnish your own name by putting yourself in their shoes. What use are you to your family then? You mock them by going down this path. And now look where it has led you; into the arms of fugitivity and capture by us. You, Lady Serafina…are nothing short of a failure."

"I am not a failure!" Serafina refuted.

"Oh? Do you deny what I say is true, then?" Metody sadistically replied, evidently enjoying this. "If you, as an outlaw - let us face it, that is all you are in this realm - are captured by the authorities, then you could hardly call that a success, could you? Couple that with your refusal to fall in line with your role as a noblewoman, and…you certainly have all the trappings of a failure. …Surely you think the same, Marshal Ludmila? Master Mitrofan?"

"...My opinion does not matter," Mitrofan replied, a displeased look on his face. "What matters is apprehending them, and that you have not done, Metody. Instead, you've wasted time speaking of matters that do not apply in this new age for this country. Capture them, men!"

"Yes, sir!" the knights obliged.

Meanwhile, Serafina couldn't shut the mocking words of the Floatzel. Am I a failure? Is this my fate, to be locked away by Mitrofan's men? Will I never see my family again? …Should I have stayed in Dresilia, in a sanctuary safe from the regime that rules the place I once called home? …Maybe I should not have taken this risk. A sanctuary, safe from all of this…that would have been ideal. Especially right now…

As she thought this, her thoughts focused on the word 'sanctuary', her gaze drifted towards Iria Cathedral. The stained-glass building still shone majestically in the evening sunlight. The most prominent church in the tsardom, paying host to religious congregations and masses. A place where Selenia's religious hierarchy carried out their religious duties…

…including giving sanctuary to criminals.

Serafina's eyes widened in shock as an idea came to her.

It is a gamble, but…what choice do we have? Desperate or not, we have to try it!

"Natalie, use Silver Wind!"

"Huh? Er, right on ya!" Natalie, though confused, listened and got the general gist of what her partner wanted. She threw a Silver Wind at the surrounding knights, aiming to hit many of them as possible and throw as many of them off guard as possible.

This had mixed results. Some, such as a Shiftry, winced at the Five-Star Pokémon's attack, while others like a Drifblim barely batted an eye at the Silver Wind. However, this wasn't meant to be a damaging attack, merely one to distract.

And some realised this.

"Absolutely not, you wretched farmhand!" Metody shouted. "Those games may work on your soil-ridden peers, but they do not work on us!"

"Would you shut up, Metody?" Ludmila criticised, in an annoyed tone. "Why does her class matter anyway? They're criminals, no matter their class! You're only motivating them more with your taunts!"

"Do not lecture me!" the Floatzel shot back. "I should say what I wish to dirty criminals like them!"

Their arguing proved fortuitous for the duo. That moment of distraction allowed Team Anima to make greater progress towards repelling the knights. Serafina used Fake Out on a Vaporeon in her path, making them flinch and allowing her to dodge past them. Luckily, the Meowstic, living up to her species, were nimble, and even with her prior noble heritage and the extra weight she had to carry, she was still able to dodge the moves of a few knights that were intent on catching her.

Finally, she was at the gates to the cathedral. Natalie managed to catch up with her.

"The cathedral?" the Ledian asked confusedly. "Why are ya - "

"You will see," was Serafina's only response. "But we must keep them at bay first!"

"Right!" Natalie threw another Silver Wind at the group of knights. "Take this, ya buncha blowhards!"

"...This is getting old," Metody replied. "Do you not know how to do anything but use Silver Wind? You should have stayed on the farm and made yourself useful to the nation, you lowborn good-for-nothing! …Especially given your strategy. Do you not realise that you have backed yourself into a corner through going to the cathedral? There are no places to escape from there!"

"We know," Natalie fired back. "That's 'cause this place is our destination." She stopped talking by this stage, and her wings buzzed in an effort to catch up with her partner, who had already entered the building.

"Their destination?" Ludmila pondered confusedly. "Why would this place be their destination?"

"Hmm…" Mitrofan pondered, before realisation struck him. "No! They're not…! Out of my way!" he commanded to the knights, who let him aside.

Meanwhile, Team Anima ran into the cathedral, which was elaborately decorated to befit the prominence of the most religious building in the whole tsardom. Tapestries of legendary Pokémon lined the walls and ceiling of the church, and rows of pews lined either side of the middle aisle, which led up to a grand altar. The stained glass behind the altar depicted a notable scene; a triangle, and at each corner, three Pokémon were depicted; all of them dragons.

And above this…lay an equine Pokémon, with a white body, grey markings, and a golden cross-wheel. Surrounding it were a variety of different coloured plates, and the Pokémon in question was clearly depicted in a heavenly light, as it was a plane higher than the deities depicted below it.

This wasn't Serafina and Natalie's focus, however. Rather, their attention was drawn to the people on the altar. They seemed to be a small cohort of priests and priestesses, numbering around five. They all wore white robes with the same golden cross-wheel the equine Pokémon possessed. In front of them stood two other Pokémon in white robes, evidently the leaders, as given away by their fancier robes. One was a Togetic, while the other was a Slowking. The latter wielded a staff, the head of which also bore that same golden cross-wheel, along with bells on each of the four ends of the cross.

The presence of priests was to Serafina's relief. Thank goodness. I feared the cathedral may have been empty. But now…we might be able to receive aid.

All happened to notice the entry of the two newcomers to the scene. The prior duo of the Slowking and Togetic turned to face them.

"Hm? Who could these be?" the Togetic, asked. "What brings you to the embrace of our Creator?" He then noticed the unconscious forms of Arian and Elvira being carried on their back. "By His name! We have injured people that need medical attention!"

"...Yes. We also need sanctuary," Serafina pleaded, a hint of desperation in her voice. "Please, I beg of you, Your Graces. We are mercenaries, and we need help escaping from the knights that have hounded us all evening, merely for who we are. Will you grant the four of us sanctuary from them?" Please say yes. Please say yes…

"Hmm…" The Slowking and the Togetic pondered the Meowstic's request. Then the former's eyes drifted to Natalie, and then to the unconscious Arian within her arms.

A look of recognition crossed his face, though he did his best to hide his shock. Could it possibly be…?

"We shall," the Slowking permitted, much to the surprise of his companion and the other priests.

"We shall? But Your Holiness, there are established procedures for giving sanctuary," the Togetic said. "We must establish - "

"Forgive my interruption, Archbishop Khariton," the Slowking interjected. "But in the Church of Arceus, we do not turn away those in need, especially the wounded. What would we be if not for our charitable endeavours? That is our duty as clergymen, and as those chosen by the Creator Himself, we have the need to lead by example. And…the priests of Selenia have put in a good word for the underground network of mercenaries in this country. Reciprocity is in order. Administering sanctuary upon these four, therefore, would be in our best interests. Surely you understand?"

"...Yes, Your Holiness. Forgive my doubting of your wisdom," Khariton apologised, before turning to the group of priests. "Brothers and sisters of worship, you heard the orders of His Holiness. Escort these four to safety, and treat the Riolu and Treecko at once!"

"Yes, Your Grace," obliged one priest, a Volbeat, and he and an Illumise priestess came to escort Team Anima into a door off to the side of the altar. Relief came over Serafina and Natalie that their words had been listened to. However, no sooner had that door shut, then…

"Where are they? Where have those mercenaries disappeared to? If they have been taken into sanctuary, then I swear the priests here will live to regret it!"

Metody's voice of annoyance echoed through the high ceilings of the cathedral. He, along with Mitrofan, Ludmila and a number of knights had entered the building, and now locked eyes with Khariton and the Slowking. The priests behind them reared back in fear at this intrusion, while Khariton returned a glaring look at those that had entered. The Slowking, however, kept an impassive, calm countenance as he addressed the crowd.

"Please do not shout within these walls," he advised, putting his claw to his lips. "Silence is as golden as the Creator's cross-wheel, and He would prefer it be kept that way."

"Who the hell are you to talk down to us?" sneered Metody. "No one dares to impede the progress of the knights and our great leader. And certainly not some nobody of a clergyman! Now tell us…where are those mercenaries that escaped into here? We are here to apprehend them, and no one of you shall stand in our way!"

"But we shall do just that," the Slowking returned. "The four that entered these holy halls have been granted sanctuary. It would be an injustice of charity to ignore them, and it would go against the principles that we in the Church uphold. Do understand."

"...Oh, I understand, alright," Ludmila replied, a visible look of anger and irritation on her face. "All that talk about morality and principles doesn't disguise the fact that you're aiding and abetting criminals! And you intend to impede our progress? Do you not know the meaning of authority? Or does that belong exclusively to him and no one else?" She pointed angrily at the Pokémon atop the stained glass painting. "You have some nerve!"

"Quite," seconded Nikita. "I should think you would know that. The most supreme authority in this country is Mitrofan, and all others are subordinate to his word. …That includes Arceus, whether you like it or not. Need you be reminded of this? We made such matters clear to the clergy on a number of occasions. …Pitiful, that you refuse even now to accept this state of affairs, and spit defiance back in our face."

"...Indeed," Mitrofan seconded, glaring at the Slowking. "You would do well to explain your impudence. I have never seen you before in my life, and I don't ignore the affairs of the Church in this country. You most certainly were not among the bishops that were brought to my attention to be nominated at the most recent episcopal conference. Why do you speak, and not Archbishop Khariton, the highest-ranking cleric in Selenia?"

"That's because, Mitrofan," Khariton answered for his fellow priest. "This man is of an even higher rank than I. You speak to one of the most powerful men in Ardalion, one whose power surpasses even yours." He spoke these words with pride. "If you know him not, then let his name be known!

"The chosen one by our Creator, Lord Arceus! He who has been chosen to maintain the peace of the gods amongst us! He is none other than Sansarn, the pontifex maximus of our holy institution himself!"

A shocked reaction made itself known amongst the group of knights that had entered with Mitrofan, Nikita and the two marshals.

"What?!"

"The pontifex maximus? The pontifex maximus? That's him?!"

"But wait…I thought it was someone else? …I forget his name. Nic…someone-or-other?"

"I heard somewhere that he was assassinated. …Guess this is the guy's replacement."

"...The pontifex maximus?" Metody gave Sansarn a sceptical look. "Some claim that is. You ought to have proof to reinforce such a lofty statement. Or is it merely a bluff to assert power in front of our leader himself?"

"It is no bluff, I assure you," Sansarn replied, as impassive as ever. "And I can prove it. As they say, seeing is believing." He produced from his robes a rolled up newspaper, and folded it out so that the four in front of him could see the front headline.

"...'New Pontifex Inaugurated'," Nikita read. "'In his ascension to the hierarchy's zenith, the new Pontifex Sansarn vowed to address the scourge of poverty in Eastern cities and cleanse the Church of the reputation it has developed in recent years.'" He then looked to the accompanying image, which depicted a Slowking in ceremonial robes with other priests alongside him. "...Hmm. The newspaper dates from around a year ago, around the same time that we received word of a new pontifex's inauguration. And you do look quite similar to him. …I believe his testimony is true, Master Mitrofan."

"...As do I," Mitrofan seconded, before his expression soured once again. "...I am annoyed, however, that your visit was not brought to my attention, Pontifex."

"This visit is an unofficial one," Sansarn replied to that. "It was to assess the state of the Church in Selenia, without garnering too much attention back home in Padavonum. I do not want those that support me to believe that I rubbed shoulders with Mitrofan, the Tyrannical Guildmaster, as you have been called in some circles. Surely you understand?"

"Not like we need the opinions of some clergyman from the East," scoffed Ludmila. "Keep your stuck-up noses out of our business! Get back to reforming your damn church of its embezzlement problems or whatever it is you want to reform! We have nothing to do with your plans!"

"Marshal Ludmila makes a strong argument," Mitrofan reinforced. "Even if you are the Pontifex of the Church of Arceus, that doesn't give you the right to interfere in my country's affairs. We in Selenia made that perfectly plain to those in the East two hundred years ago when we chased them out of this country. What makes you think you can stand in my way now? I will not have anyone threaten me, be they Eastern or otherwise! Now surrender those mercenaries to us at once!"

"...That, I will not do." Sansarn's calm delivery remained unwavering. "The Church of Arceus's line on sanctuary has been in effect for centuries, and we shall not bend on this occasion. It would be an affront to those in Dresilia and Miletos to overturn such tradition for a reviled figure in their eyes. But…it would also be an affront to the priests of Selenia to relinquish those four. On my visitations to the various dioceses, I learned that the Irian Guild, now an underground organisation, have aided the Selenian priests on a number of occasions. Thus, they reciprocate with support for them. My decision is merely a response to this trend."

"...Your reasoning means nothing," growled Mitrofan. "You are still an obstruction. And anyone who has been an obstruction to me in the past knows the results of their stubbornness. Judging by your own idiocy, you plainly wish to know!"

"...My." To the Aggron's surprise, the Slowking barely reacted to his threat. "Are you going to kill me, Mitrofan?"

"...Do you even need to ask?" the Aggron spat, finding himself slightly unnerved by Sansarn's impassiveness.

"...A poor judgement, if I must state my view. Are you aware of the consequences should you carry out such a vow? The killing of a pontifex is by no means a small matter," Sansarn elaborated. "The pontifical role is one of peace, and a markedly different one from the Dresilian emperor and Miletan archon. To assassinate the pontifex would be to set ablaze the widespread fury of those associated with the Church of Arceus, from the common parishioner to the archbishops of the highest order, coupled with the most prominent noble houses in the East…including Houses Padavona and Metaxas.

"To draw the ire of His Excellency Emperor Vittorio and His Eminence Archon Pyrrhus would be to signal the death knell for your rule, and possibly Selenia's autonomy. The last time a Selenian tsar dared a challenge from Dresilia and Miletos ended in disaster for him and his people. Yes, Tsar Ippolit the Foolhardy…his overambition in the face of reality two hundred years ago condemned him to damnation within history's books. Tell me, Mitrofan…is that the road you wish to walk?"

"You dare compare Master Mitrofan to Ippolit?" Nikita was incensed at this comparison. "Do you know no shame, Pontifex?!"

"...Grrr…" Torn was the best description of the Selenian leader right now. He wanted more than ever to shut the Slowking up and show him who ruled the roost in this land. But…he couldn't deny that Sansarn had a point. The assassination of a pontifex maximus would no doubt draw the ire of the Eastern Alliance, and that could potentially lead to war and a reseizure of Selenia. I can't afford to do that. I would never win a fight like that. Even so… He looked back at Sansarn, with frustrated anger evident in his eyes. Am I really going to back down to him without a fight?

It was tempting. But the consequences were too grievous should he actually go through with it. And so he found himself uttering what he didn't want to say.

"...Back down, Nikita."

"Master Mitrofan?" The Marowak looked surprised.

"But he's made a laughing stock of you, Master Mitrofan!" Ludmila protested. "Are you just going to let that slide?"

"...I do not want to. …But he makes a valid point. We can't afford a war with the East. Only an idiot like Ippolit would truly challenge them. We must be pragmatic and stomach this humiliation for Selenia's autonomy. It would be in our best interests to not stick to our instincts in this case." He shot a long glare at Sansarn, before scowling. "...Damn you, Pontifex. May you burn in the hottest of hells."

"...Lord Arceus shall judge that," was the Slowking's response. "Not you, Mitrofan. I have no doubt our Creator will not think highly of the last five years in relation to your reign. I fear heaven is beyond your reach."

"Don't lecture me. You are no Creator," Mitrofan snarled, before turning to his subordinates. "...Come on, then, you all. It's not the end of the world - this loss, we can resist. There are other duties that need attending to. Now hop to it!"

"Yes, sir!" saluted the knights before they and their leader left the cathedral. However, not before Nikita and Ludmila shot a look of hatred towards Sansarn.

"...Well…" Khariton broke the silence that ensued after the knights left. "...Bravo, Your Holiness. I think I speak for all of us here when I say you handled that excellently. To talk down to Mitrofan like that and make him turn away without even so much as a punch being thrown…that is nothing short of admirable."

"...Thank you, Archbishop." Sansarn's gaze was still locked on the cathedral's exit, where Mitrofan and his subordinates had departed from. "...A shame it must be this way. I sense he was a good man once, if tales from this land ring true about him. Just whatever caused him to change?"

"...Hmph." All of a sudden, the Togetic's tone became more tetchy. "It doesn't matter who he was; what matters is who he is now. And there's a man who doesn't at all respect our customs in the Church. …Matters were much better in the days of the tsar. At least he knew how to respect the priesthood! …No doubt His Majesty is turning in his grave at the revolting ways Mitrofan has twisted our nation. Oh Creator…" He looked toward the stained glass at the heavenly equine Pokémon again. "...See to it that upon his death, Mitrofan earns a prison in the deepest, hottest pit far away from any form of salvation."

"...That is our Creator's decision," Sansarn said. "He shall decide Mitrofan's ultimate fate, as well as ours when the end of our years in Ardalion come. …Now that he has left the cathedral, I think we should check up on the four we granted sanctuary to."

"Of course, Your Holiness," Khariton replied, and followed the Slowking as he made his way to the back room in the direction where the four mercenaries had been escorted to. This room was full of priest's robes, crosiers, sacramental wine and other such items needed for religious ceremonies. Notably, though, a stone staircase was visible at the end of this room that led downwards, and the two priests went down the passage.

The stairs went down in a helix, into a basement room below the cathedral. Once they reached the bottom, they heard voices drifting across the room.

"...Thanks a bunch for helping us." A young masculine voice could be heard.

"Thank us not, young Arian." Khariton recognised this voice as the Volbeat priest that had escorted the four mercenaries down to the room in question. "It was His Holiness that permitted you to stay here. The thanks should go to him, I feel, along with His Grace Archbishop Khariton."

The room the two bishops walked into looked like an infirmary of sorts, with a number of beds along the walls and shelves of medicinal equipment in various points in the room. Looking over at where the beds began, Khariton and Sansarn saw the Riolu and Treecko conscious once again, and talking with their Ledian comrade as well as the two priests that had escorted them. Notably, the Meowstic from earlier was lying on a bed at the other end of the room, asleep.

As they walked in, the Illumise turned and saw them, before turning back to the Volbeat. "Here they are now, Brother." She turned back to the bishops and bowed to them. "Welcome, Your Holiness and Your Grace. We have treated the mercenaries, and they are all healthy. Lady Serafina, the Meowstic who requested sanctuary, has fallen asleep due to fatigue."

"Yeah, we did a lotta runnin' today…" Natalie remarked, before letting out a yawn. "I'm knackered. I might hit the hay too."

"Your plight is understandable and one I sympathise with," Sansarn remarked. "You are welcome to join your comrade. In sanctuary, you may do as you please within our walls."

"...Then I think I'm gonna," the Ledian decided. "Thanks fer everythin', Yer Holiness." And with that, Natalie retreated to the rear of the room, where she lay in a bed next to Serafina.

"...Yeah, um…thanks a lot," Arian said. "Y'know, for helping us out."

"It is no trouble," Khariton assured. "The mercenaries of the Irian Guild have been helpful to us in the Church. I have been informed by a number of priests that have availed of your services, and they have all spoken highly of you. We couldn't very well turn you away after what you've done for us. Consider it reciprocity, a key virtue of our church. If you do good deeds, you shall be rewarded for them."

"...That makes sense," the Riolu replied, seeing the Togetic's point.

"Um…If I may?" Elvira requested, and the bishops' attention fell to her. "Based on what those priests told us…" She alluded to the Volbeat and Illumise that had brought them down here. "Is it true that you two are the Archbishop of Selenia and the pontifex maximus?" Her gaze was on Sansarn, who strangely enough, had his focus on Arian.

"...That is true," Khariton answered. "I am Khariton, Archbishop of Selenia, and His Holiness Pontifex Sansarn stands next to me. His Holiness is currently visiting Selenia, in order to assess the Church in Selenia. He has spent the last few days travelling the Selenian countryside, meeting various members of our priesthood. His report seems to be mostly positive. Indeed, despite Mitrofan's despotism, we have done our best to preach the word of our Creator in these trying times."

"You have done a good job of it, Archbishop," praised Sansarn. "You are a strong ally of our Church, and a sturdy bastion in this corner of Ardalion. I shall keep you in mind as a valuable ally, and defend you against any potential naysayers back in Padavonum."

"...I am honoured to receive such praise from you, Your Holiness." Khariton sounded genuinely touched by the Slowking's words. "...I promise to keep up the good work! For you, our church, and our Creator!"

"I am pleased to hear such dedication." The pontifex then turned toward Arian and Elvira. "...Ah, but let us not ignore those we shelter. We did not get your names."

"Oh, I'm Arian," the Riolu introduced. "And this is Elvira." He gestured to his partner.

"Arian and Elvira…" Sansarn processed the names. In particular, his focus once again fell on Arian, which the Riolu couldn't help but notice. He also took note of the Slowking's emotions, and couldn't help but feel puzzled at what he found.

Confusion…?

"Um, Your Holiness?" Elvira inquired. "You…seem focused on Arian." A thought came to her. "Do you know him?"

"Hmm…" Sansarn seemed to ponder his answer before giving it. "I knew a Riolu once, some years ago. We were forced to go our separate ways, but…looking upon you now, Arian, I cannot help but be reminded of his presence. You…bear quite a resemblance to him, in fact."

"...Actually, he could be," Elvira voiced. "You see…Arian has amnesia. He doesn't remember anything before I found him a few weeks ago. …Could it be possible that you knew him before this?"

"Amnesia, you say?" This further intrigued the pontifex. "...I may well have. And I believe we may be able to find out. You see…some Psychic-types like me have the ability to try and undo amnesia through penetration of one's mind."

"...What?" Arian's eyes were like saucers at this news. "...You can do that?"

"...I can try, although I cannot guarantee success. Sometimes it is easy, and the amnesia quickly becomes a thing of the past. Other times…it is less simple, but rather the amnesiac gradually regains their memories over time. …Sometimes, however, it doesn't work at all."

"Well…you might as well try, right?" Arian reasoned, feeling like he was on the cusp of something big. If I can unlock my amnesia, then…! "You never know unless you give it a shot."

"...Perhaps. I see you are willing to be subject to this," Sansarn noted. "...Very well, then. If you will permit me…then I will attempt to undo the oblivion that burdens you. But I need you to remain absolutely still for this, and for your mind to be at ease."

"...Sure thing, Your Holiness." Arian fought to keep himself rigidly still as he sat down on the nearest bed.

"...Arian, are you sure about this?" Elvira questioned worriedly. "Undoing amnesia…it sounds too good to be true."

"Maybe it is," the Riolu accepted. "But if it doesn't work, we can at least say we tried."

"...Mmm…" The Treecko's worried expression didn't fade.

Sansarn knelt before the Riolu and put his hand to his forehead. Arian closed his eyes, and put himself in a meditative mindset just as Galen had advised him. He began to feel a sensation claw at his mind, and presumed it to be the pontifex's psychic touch that would work its magic in undoing his amnesia.

Will it really happen? Will I remember who I am?

As he began to have these thoughts, wondering what would happen next, he felt the sensation make its way deeper into his mind. However, as soon as he felt the slightest bit of force being applied…

There was a sharp tug, and suddenly…

…The blackness of unconsciousness.

Notes

And a cliffhanger. I planned to write more in this chapter, but I didn't want to make this one overlong.

Now we see the introduction of a church, specifically the Church of Arceus. It's mostly modelled on the Catholic Church, if I'm honest. I never really envisioned something like Khura'inism in Phoenix Wright: Spirit of Justice, where aspects of a variety of religions are taken. Just a religion that worships a god or gods - in this case, Arceus.

I've also started to incorporate linked moves into the story, noted by move names different from standard moves. Acrobatic Smackdown is a combination of Bounce and Flying Press, Shadow Bonemerang is a combination of Shadow Bone and Bonemerang, and Ironclad Impact is a combination of Iron Defense and Heavy Slam. We'll see more of them as the story goes on.

Arukona · Oct 15, 2022

Chapter 17
Iria, Part 3

"Damn him! Damn that stuck-up Dressie priest! How dare he tell us what to do!"

Ludmila was raging at the knights' barracks, where she, Mitrofan, Nikita and Metody had reunited with Spiridon, who, true to his word, had looked after Rufus while the others had focused on chasing down the four mercenaries. Once he'd been filled in on what had happened, the Hawlucha was quite surprised at what he'd heard.

"Calm yourself, Ludmila," Mitrofan advised. "Being worked up will solve nothing."

"But he's an outsider trying to influence your decision-making, Master Mitrofan!" complained the Nidoqueen. "The last thing we need is the likes of the East controlling us like puppets on strings! That pontiff's as rotten as they come from that side of the continent!"

"...I would agree," Nikita seconded. "It was bad enough, having the noble families of Selenia try and manipulate the runnings of the Guild. But the East? We can't have a return to the days when Selenia was controlled by the Eastern Alliance some two hundred years ago. That caused the Great Selenian Famine, and that, more than anything, was the darkest time our nation faced. If not for the hero Gamaliel and Team Hope, then we may never have gotten out of that rut."

"You are quite right, Nikita," Mitrofan agreed. "...But I'm not risking a war with the East. That was how Selenia lost its autonomy and got into that mess in the first place. Four mercenaries…it's not worth killing the pontifex over that. Even if it is an affront…acting rashly now will only cause trouble down the line."

"If I may ask, Master Mitrofan…don't you believe you are being paranoid?" Metody replied, his tone slightly critical. "He was bluffing to high hell, that pontiff. Apparently, from what I've heard, he's something of a divisive figure among the Eastern nobility, that Sansarn fellow. Many of them would probably rejoice at his death! We would be doing them a favour by getting rid of him!"

"No," Mitrofan shut down. "I will not inflame tensions for this transgression alone. Besides…there is no evidence he has been ordered by the Dresilian emperor or the Miletan archon to do this. If the pontifex sees fit to bar my path again, however…then there will be hell to pay."

The Aggron took a long breath after this, still cross at being bested by Sansarn. His gaze then met Spiridon's, who was standing next to Rufus.

"...How has he been, Spiridon?" he asked. "Not too much trouble, I hope?"

"Nah, not at all," the Hawlucha replied. "He's been quiet. I think he's learned his lesson about straying into the Catacombs. …Haven't we, little Rufus?" he asked the boy.

"...Yes…" the Growlithe mumbled mutedly, the guilt in his voice too evident. "I'm sorry…I promise I won't do it again. …Please…just let me go home…" he begged

"...If you show signs of willingness to right your wrongs, and vow to never venture there again…then I accept your apology," Mitrofan responded. "Some people in this world are truly vile, with no hope of salvation. They deserve nothing short of brutal punishment. But…I can recognise an effort to repent when I see one."

"...Really?" Rufus was genuinely surprised by the Aggron's merciful offer.

"You misunderstand, boy. I am letting you off with a warning," Mitrofan clarified. "If you break the understanding we've reached…" A hard glare formed. "Then you will suffer the appropriate consequences, and there will be no third chance. Understood?"

"...Crystal," Rufus blurted, too terrified by Mitrofan's glare to say anything else.

"...Good. Let's bring you home, where I will speak with Dalibor," the Aggron announced. "Spiridon, Nikita, with me. Ludmila and Metody, return to your posts around the city. We cannot focus all of our efforts on four mercenaries, nor let such a loss destabilise order in this city. There exist other criminals who would gladly take advantage of the distraction created by those four mercenaries."

"Yes, Master Mitrofan!" Ludmila saluted.

"...As you wish, Master Mitrofan," Metody said.

"Be on your way. And let us away, as well." Mitrofan turned for the exit, accompanied by Nikita, Spiridon and Rufus.

Once they got onto the street, the Aggron knew which way to go. He'd travelled the route to the Grimmhatt Orphanage on many an occasion, when he'd visited Dalibor in the past, both as Guildmaster and as leader of Selenia.

Now, though, our time of mutual friendship may finally be coming to an end. I don't wish it to be, but…I will do what I must.

They winded their way through the streets. As he knew the way there as well, Spiridon led the group through the winding streets that led to the orphanage in question. As they approached the building in question, Mitrofan made a request to Spiridon.

"You go first," he said. "Dalibor will appreciate your presence more than mine." He then looked at Rufus, next to the Hawlucha. "...As would the boy, I would think," he added.

"Sure thing, Mitt," Spiridon obliged. "Come on, kiddo. Let's bring you home." He walked ahead, with the Growlithe trailing him, and arrived at the gates of the orphanage. From the outside, it looked deserted, with no one in sight. That was to be expected; all of the children had been called inside for the night, and the lights were on inside.

Seeing this, Spiridon walked up to the orphanage doors and knocked three times. There was silence, until shuffling could be heard from the inside and the door opened.

"Good, you're back. Did you bring…" Dalibor's voice drifted off as he realised who was at the front door. "...Wait a minute. Spiridon? What are you doing here? I thought…" he trailed off, stopping his words there.

"I came by to see my old companion's face once again," the Hawlucha replied, a smile coming across his face. "You doing well, Dali?"

"Getting by," the Grimmsnarl replied. "Although the orphanage is in a right state, what with Rufus' gallivanting off to the Catacombs…"

"That's also the main reason why I'm here." Spiridon gestured to the Growlithe beside him. "I'm here to bring this little one back home after he trespassed in the Catacombs."

"...Rufus?" Dalibor looked down at the orphan. "You're back. …But why did you enter the Catacombs in the first place?"

"...I…I wanted to prove I was brave," Rufus confessed. "The other orphans said I was all talk. I thought if I went through the Irian Catacombs, then I'd prove them all wrong!" He then looked guiltily off to his side.

"Bravery? …Rufus, that's no act of bravery," Dalibor chastised. He was worried for the boy, of course, but he was cross with him; after all, he had escaped into the forbidden Catacombs behind his back. "You could've been killed in that place! There's a good reason it's forbidden for the public to enter there, because of how dangerous it is! ...What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry!" the Growlithe apologised, in a voice that sounded truly remorseful. "I never realised how dangerous the place was, and what it would mean to you and all my friends if I died there! I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!" He began to shed tears once again.

"..." Dalibor's expression softened in the face of this. He was never one to remain cross for long in the face of those he looked after, especially toward those who were sorry for their misdemeanours. "...Don't ever do something like that again, you hear? Cornelia, I and your friends were worried sick, wondering if you were okay."

"I won't…" Rufus snivelled, wiping tears from his eyes with his paws.

"...Good. Go inside. We'll talk later." Rufus did so, heading inside and leaving the two men at the entrance.

"...He's an adventurous one, that Rufus," Spiridon remarked. "He actually got quite far into the Catacombs for a thirteen-year-old. The fourth floor, I think? I'm sure if his technique was honed, you wouldn't have to worry about him as much in the future. …Hey, maybe we could sign him up to be a squire in the knights? We could use someone with his determination."

"...We can discuss that another time," Dalibor said, feeling unsure at the marshal's suggestion. "Because there's another thing I'd like to speak to you about, Spiridon. …Why did you bring him here?"

"It's the duty of a knight to help those in need," Spiridon replied. "And as one of Mitrofan's loyal marshals, I have to uphold that duty more than any of the rank-and-file soldiers. I could hardly neglect that duty, could I?"

"...I suppose not. But I thought…"

In sudden realisation of what he was about to say, he held his tongue, so as not to give away that he had dispatched Teams Elpis and Anima to the Catacombs. However, Spiridon caught this slip, and immediately knew why.

"...Oh, so you did send those four mercenaries into the Catacombs," he said, now able to confirm this fact for sure. "...Boy, Mitt won't be pleased about that. In fact…he's here right now to give you a talking to."

"Mitt's here?" This was unexpected news to Dalibor.

"Yep, he sure is. He's out there with Nikita, by the gate. …Why not go out and talk to him?" the marshal suggested. "If you don't, he'll come here, and then those kids will hear the inevitable argument. I'd rather they not hear that."

"...You have a point," Dalibor conceded. "...At least I can see your way of convincing people hasn't lost its touch, Spiridon."

"You said it, partner." A look of reminiscence crossed Spiridon's face. "Good to see you looking out for those kids, Dali. Y'know, not to say you weren't a bad merc, but…this feels more like your true calling. And at least your experience as a merc means you can defend them when they're in trouble. …You remember when it was me and you in Team Hair Trigger? Those were the days, weren't they?" He then looked off to the side, a shade of bitterness in what he said next. "…Shame what happened to you meant that we had to end our little collab together."

"...Yes. You were quite a good partner, Spiridon," Dalibor said to him. "But…that was the past. I'm retired as a merc now, and I want to look to the future. And that…is looking after these kids with Cornelia. I wouldn't go back to being a merc, even if it was allowed."

"...You do you, Dali. Oh, and tell Cornelia I said hi. I assume she's doing well these days? I knew you two were a good fit for one another. A pity you never had kids of your own with her, but I suppose why bother when you're surrounded by these adorable little tykes? Even if you have naughty ones like Rufus, it's still worth - "

"You can continue this conversation another time, Spiridon," Nikita interrupted brusquely from the entrance. "We have more business with Dalibor besides friendly chatter, if you recall."

"Don't worry, Niki. We're about done," Spiridon called back. "...I'd go to them if I were you. Mitt's not a man that likes to be kept waiting."

"...If you insist." Dalibor stepped out into the cold night, and walked to the entrance, where he faced Mitrofan and Nikita. Both gave him a frigid, steely look.

"I know that face, Mitt," Dalibor began, dreading what was to come. "It never was a nice one in the Guild days, and…these days, it seems even more sour than before."

"...That boy of yours certainly has ideas about bravery," Mitrofan replied, ignoring his old friend's comment. "But in the fashion of an amateur, he hasn't realised the difference between bravery and recklessness. Do you consider his actions brave, Dalibor?"

"No. Not at all," the fairy denied. "It was foolish for him to do that."

"Point proven. At the very least, the boy did not vandalise anything, nor did he rob any graves. And he is barely a juvenile. If he were older, this breach of regulations would have more serious ramifications. But because of his youth, I shall reduce it to a mere fine. Money that will be deducted from the donations I normally send you."

"...Should've seen that coming," murmured the Grimmsnarl.

"Be grateful. Were Tsar Kliment in charge, that punishment would've been far more severe," Mitrofan went on. "He would give no mercy to any trespasser in the Catacombs, no matter their age. But Rufus is only a young juvenile. Leniency should be exercised in his case, given his youth. I am kind enough to let him off, with the hope that he knows to keep out of the Catacombs in future. That being said…do keep a closer eye on that boy Rufus, Dalibor," he reprimanded. "He has potential, but he can't develop it into something better if he meets his maker too soon."

"I'll do that. By the sounds of it, he's learned his lesson. I'll keep an eye on him, don't worry."

"...That's that sorted. But I'm not finished," Mitrofan continued. "...I had an interesting encounter, whilst in the Catacombs. Four mercenaries of the Irian Guild happened to descend into the Irian Catacombs, searching for Rufus. …They claimed you had sent them to rescue him. And of the four of them…" Nikita produced the wanted poster of Arian and Elvira. "...Two of them happened to be prominent outlaws. It is known news that Hinnerk was defeated by a Riolu and a Treecko, and they have the potential to set a precedent. …So why, pray tell, did you cooperate with them?"

"...You make it sound like I asked them to kill you or something," Dalibor remarked, though with no humour in his tone. "I didn't. All I asked them to do was rescue Rufus from his predicament. That's all. Nothing more. …So then let me ask you, Mitt. …Where are they? Why did you bring Rufus here, and not them?"

"...You don't need to know where they are. I merely saw to the proper delegation of that responsibility to the knights, as it should be," Mitrofan answered. "The welfare of citizens should not be placed in the hand of outlaws like them. Especially those that pose a threat to my rule, and especially those who make their opposition to me quite clear."

"...Are you listening to yourself, Mitt?" Dalibor said, astounded by what he was hearing. "You think they pose a threat to you because you make them out to be! It doesn't have to be like that. There surely can be a world where you're still the leader of Selenia, and the Irian Guild coexists! Have you even tried to make a settlement with Melchior over this?"

"...Melchior was adamant that he wanted nothing to do with me," the Aggron returned. "He has made quite a point of opposing my rule, and no doubt hopes to one day bring it down. And so I must respond in kind. If he exists as a pest that intends to obstruct my way at every turn, then I have no choice but to not ignore him. To kick that can down the road would be to only create greater problems for my leadership in the long run."

"...Listen, Mitt," Dalibor began, trying to hold back his shocked anger at the Aggron's words. "I'm grateful for what you've done for the orphanage. Your donations to us have been a great help to Cornelia and I, who would struggle to feed and house the children otherwise. And…nor can I just forget the years of friendship between us, back in the days of the Guild. Even now…the very fact that you donate to the orphanage is proof, to me at least, that you still care."

"...Get to the point," Nikita bluntly replied for Mitrofan, his eyes narrowed with knowledge that there would be a turn to this.

"...What went on in Ozerograd under Hinnerk…I've heard stories about that." Dalibor's expression turned resentful. "And I've heard the stories of his rampant corruption and perversion as the lord there. The fact you supported a man like him…it's unacceptable! If you truly claim yourself to be a benevolent ruler, then why? Why put stock in a man as vile as him?"

"...I will say to you what I said to them. Hinnerk was all but a tool to be disposed of when I no longer had use for him," was the Aggron's reply. "I had my own plans to displace him, but…it would appear Arian and Elvira acted before I could constructively put such a plan in place."

"...The fact that you refused to oust him, thus they took matters into their own hands and deposed him...Does that not say more about your leadership than them?" Dalibor pointed out. "...What happened to your role as a leader? This support for despots like Hinnerk, and now this intent to chase Guild members down, the very organisation you once led! …What the hell has gotten into you, man? Why are you acting like this?"

"You don't need to know what drives me," growled Mitrofan.

"Yes, I do!" Dalibor retaliated. "What happened to my good friend and colleague? What happened to the Guildmaster that I and many others looked up to so highly? And most of all…

"...What happened to the husband and father that you became? What would Rufina think of this?"

This seemed to garner a silent reaction from Mitrofan; his eyes widened, then instantly, shock vanished in favour of menace that threatened the Grimmsnarl to say no more. Dalibor paid this no heed; the reaction alone was enough to know he was on to something. That name - he knew it meant a great deal to Mitrofan.

And so he continued.

"You're an idiot if you think I haven't noticed. Five years you've ruled over Selenia, and yet there's been no sign at all of Rufina, or your children. You loved her to death, Mitt. And it never waned once. From the day you married her to five years ago, there was no sign at all of splintering. It was a match made in heaven, up there with Kallias and Melchior's marriages! …What the hell happened? Where is she? Is she dead? And what about your kids? Did they meet the same fate?"

The Aggron remained as silent as ever, as his once good friend barraged him with questions. One response from him, however, stopped the Grimmsnarl cold in his tracks.

"...I'd like to know the answer to that question myself."

"Wh-What?" Dalibor was somewhat bewildered by this response. "You mean you don't know? How could you not know what happened to her?!"

"...Manipulators beyond my control saw to that," Mitrofan replied, confusing the hirsute fairy all the greater. Then, to add to the perplexity, he posed a new question. "...Tell me something, Dalibor."

"...What?" By this point, Dalibor was beginning to lose his patience.

"Imagine this scenario. I have kidnapped Cornelia and the orphans you take care of. And I have told you that if you do not comply with my every move, then they would be history, and I would see to it that all trace of a good name within them would be erased. …What would you do, if thrust into that situation?"

"...You wouldn't dare," the Dark/Fairy-type snarled. "If you ever do such a thing to Cornelia or the kids, I'll - !"

"Answer the question, Dalibor." Mitrofan's reply was calm and unfazed.

"...Well…I…" The Grimmsnarl curled his fist of hair in anger. "Come on, man! You can't expect me to answer that!"

"But I can," the Aggron returned. "So tell me; would you obey the orders of someone who'd kidnapped your loved ones? …Even if those orders went against all of your moral instincts and involved you to do less than lawful deeds?"

"..." Dalibor's face showed a great deal of conflict.

"...Silence, I see," Mitrofan noted. "I can't blame you, to be honest. After all, you've never been put in a situation like that. But if Cornelia and the children were taken from you…only then would you be compelled to contemplate committing wrongdoing. …Something that you as a former mercenary, would never dream of."

"...Listen, Mitt." Dalibor's voice was threatening. "If you're thinking of laying one finger on Cornelia or any of the orphans in here, then I swear…"

"You swear what? What would you do?"

"...I'd tear your fucking guts out," came the snarling reply. "I would make you know the feeling of pain. No one dares to do that against Cornelia or the kids, even if it's my old friend threatening to kidnap them!"

"So you would kill me, then?" Mitrofan surmised. "...Hmph. Then you are no better than me."

"Don't compare me to you!" snapped the Grimmsnarl. "Unlike you, I've never murdered anyone in cold blood!"

"I wasn't," refuted the Selenian leader. "I was merely pointing out that you would kill me for the welfare of your wife and the orphans. …We all say we would do anything for our loved ones. But how many actually mean that? Would they truly do anything and everything if it meant keeping them out of harm's way?"

"...Well…" Dalibor tried to consider the Aggron's question. "...Only if it meant their absolute safety if I did whatever deed they wanted me to do. But…I'd draw a line somewhere. Like if I had to murder someone in cold blood…"

"So even in that situation, your oath would come first," Mitrofan noted. "...But what if non-compliance meant the death of Cornelia and the kids? Kidnappers aren't exactly negotiable people."

"..." The Grimmsnarl tried to give an answer that wouldn't play into his old friend's hands. But he found himself unable to muster a different reply, and only growled in annoyance.

"I can gauge this much, then," the Aggron surmised. "You would be in complete emotional turmoil. …But then who wouldn't? If I posed that question to any married man or woman, they would be as unable to answer as you. If placed in that situation, only the truly hard-hearted could escape their emotions being wracked. But few like that exist. For the average Pokémon, such an experience would scar them for life. Perhaps they would succeed, and they would be reunited with their loved ones once again. …For many, though…the world isn't as merciful as that. Fate remains a cruel and apathetic mistress for them."

"...Mitt…why are you saying this?" Dalibor asked, trying to gauge his old friend's expression. He seemed stoic and unemotional, with a hint of judging in them. He tried to piece together what Mitrofan was saying to him about his proposed scenario and what he was saying now about emotional turmoil. If only Cornelia was with me, he found himself wishing. She'd easily be able to determine Mitt's emotions.

"...That, you'll have to figure out for yourself," Mitrofan told him. "...Perhaps it's time I let you know of another secret. Not many know of this, aside from Nikita and Spiridon. It's a truth that if heard by Melchior, would most likely cause him to leap to conclusions and worsen the rift between us. But…you are not him, Dalibor. Maybe you might be able to see this truth differently."

"...Spill it, Mitt. What are you trying to tell me?" the Grimmsnarl asked. Watch it be another roundabout truth. Still…maybe there's something in here I might be able to glean from him.

A beat passed before Mitrofan spoke.

"My oath not to kill that I swore when I joined the Irian Guild…I valued it highly. I believed in the justice system of this country. I believed that there was simply no need for us to kill - because that responsibility would be handed over to the knights and executioners that would terminate those who deserved nothing short of death.

"But…beyond my control, that oath was broken. I would never have done so, but a malevolent force willed me to break it. …A short time before I killed Kliment and his family, my oath had already been broken."

"...What?" This was a shock to Dalibor. "You…killed people before you killed Kliment?"

"Not willingly. I would never have dreamed of committing such vile acts. Not even for Rufina and my children. But I wasn't given a choice in that matter." A hardened look came into Mitrofan's eyes. "...It was that very incident that compelled me to put Kliment down. My oath was in tatters, anyway. What did it matter, killing another soul? At least this one was justified, in the overthrow of a despot."

"Despot?" Dalibor was aghast. "Look who's talking! Just what did you do?! Who did you kill?"

"...I cannot say," was the Aggron's reply. "For the simple reason that I don't know."

"Again with this crap, Mitt!" the Grimmsnarl raged. "I don't care what it was you did or why you did it, but murder?! It's unjustifiable, no matter the circumstances!"

"Oh? But did you not just say a minute ago, that if I laid one finger on Cornelia or any of the orphans, you would, and I quote, tear your fucking guts out'?" Mitrofan reminded. "Or did you forget?"

"...I didn't forget," Dalibor spat through clenched teeth. "...Dammit, Mitt…why are you like this? That murder…was that when this change happened within you?"

"..." For once, Mitrofan was the one to remain silent, refusing to reply.

"Answer me, Mitt!" the Grimmsnarl demanded. "This…This isn't who you are anymore! You were always someone everyone looked up to when you were Guildmaster. And you were someone who told me that he loved his job, and the guild in which he worked. You were a great leader, and a great friend. Us, Spiridon, and Team Marshwood…we had a strong friendship, all of us.

"But…you're a completely different person now. Those skills as Guildmaster, that charisma you exuded…I barely see them in you now. It's almost like…" A realisation came to Dalibor, and he voiced it.

"It's almost like you don't want to do this. This whole tsar of Selenia thing. Hell...possibly even living."

He didn't know what he was expecting. He had hoped for a greater reaction from his old friend than what he got. Uttering this was good for his side of the conversation, he felt - he was getting worked up as he spoke, and feared that he'd be shedding tears if he continued. Instead, he got an opportunity to compose himself, while he gauged the Aggron's reactions.

His observation, luckily, was rewarded. He managed to catch a glint of something in the Aggron's eyes. It was brief, but Dalibor managed to detect it. And the emotion in question seemed to give it away.

Pain.

A thought came to him, based on what the Aggron had been asking him. A thought that made him feel like he was on the edge of figuring out something important.

"...Mitt? Is Rufina...dead? Is that why we don't see her anymore?"

That, he hoped would coax an answer out of his old friend. After all, he knew her well, too. And he'd found himself wondering during the four years what had happened to the Aggron's spouse. But on the few occasions when Mitrofan had visited and he'd inquired, his question always remained unanswered, or the Aggron would simply pretend he hadn't heard it. Part of him feared that maybe she'd wronged him in some way, and faced the consequences for it.

But that thought, the scenario that was forming in his mind, if true…suddenly framed Mitrofan's situation in a much more sympathetic light. Not enough to completely forgive him, but…he really must have been an emotional wreck if he decided killing Tsar Kliment was justified.

Mitrofan remained silent. However, after having this potential epiphany, Dalibor couldn't help but feel for his old friend. He must have gone through a lot. There's still a lot I don't know about what happened back then, but…more than ever, I'm something traumatic shaped the person he is today. And if what I'm thinking is true…then that might well explain all he's going through right now.

The Selenian leader's face spelled conflict. Dalibor, though previously incensed at his old friend, couldn't help but feel sorry for him with this realisation over what may have happened to him. However, he still wanted to find out the truth. Therefore, he took a breath and tried a softer tone.

"...Please, Mitt. I…don't want to see you suffer like this. Could you tell me the truth?"

It must have seemed like a tempting offer, based on how the look of conflict developed on Mitrofan's face. It seemed like he was giving genuine consideration to Dalibor's request. For a second, the Grimmsnarl thought he was getting through to him. For just a split second, he thought he saw shades of the old Mitrofan, ready to burst through the dictatorial mould he had crafted for himself over the five years he had been ruling Selenia.

Alas, that moment was interrupted by Nikita.

"You've said enough, Dalibor," the Marowak interjected. "Master Mitrofan, we're done here. Even if Dalibor was a close friend, that doesn't mean we should leak every secret we have. …Especially what we don't know."

"...Indeed," the Aggron murmured. Notably, much of the earlier bite and menace in his voice had gone. But still…just when he looked to be breaking that mould, he had composed himself and was regressing back into it. "It's getting quite late. I must return to the castle."

"...But…" Dalibor couldn't hide his disappointment. "...What about - "

"Some things must remain in the dark," Mitrofan replied firmly. "...Besides…it's not like telling you the truth will salvage my name at this point."

"...Mitt…" And just like that, he's back to his current self. Dammit…I was so close too…

"I must go." Mitrofan moved to leave. "Nikita is right. I've said enough tonight. …Maybe I don't need to say more for you to figure it out. You're level-headed, Dalibor. Don't make a rash, impulsive decision like Team Marshwood did. At least give some thought to it all, rather than rushing to a simple conclusion."

And with that, he turned and walked down the street back to Iria Castle, followed by Nikita. Spiridon, who had been listening in on the conversation, turned to his ex-partner.

"A lot of the pieces are there, Dali," Spiridon told him. "If you want to figure it out, it's up to you to piece them together."

"...Was I close?" Dalibor wondered.

"Damn close," the Hawlucha revealed. "But I can't say any more. Let's just say…I sided with Mitt for a good reason, oaths be damned. At the end of the day, sticking by your friends is far more important than some words on a page."

The Hawlucha departed after this, following after Mitrofan and Nikita. Meanwhile, Dalibor was left at the gate, his mind ablaze with thoughts regarding the whole exchange he'd had. He was struck by his mind's workings at what it all meant that he didn't notice his wife come up to him.

"Dali? What are you still doing out here?"

"Gah!" Dali jumped. "Oh, Cornelia…sorry. I didn't realise you were there."

"Sorry for giving you a fright," the Hatterene apologised. "But come inside. You look like you have a lot to tell me."

"...I do." Dalibor let out a long sigh as he turned to head back inside the orphanage. "...Cornelia…I might have just been given the keys to why Mitt did what he did. I just…need time to join all the pieces together."

Then I can figure out what happened to Mitt. And maybe…what happened to Rufina too.

The next morning…

One thing that became apparent to Arian as he began to regain consciousness was a headache, particularly around the centre of his forehead. It ached, like a blow had been dealt to that part in his head.

"Urgh…" As he felt himself coming to, his paw instinctively went to his forehead, in an effort to nurse the pain.

"...He's coming around, Your Holiness," a voice spoke.

"...Good." Another voice replied, though Arian couldn't help but notice the guilt in their tone.

Eventually, his eyes opened fully, to him staring at a blank ceiling. He tilted his head to the right, and there, he saw Elvira.

"...Elvira?" he groaned, feeling his head throbbing.

"Thank goodness you're awake," the Treecko replied. "...How are you feeling?"

"...Honestly? Not great," he admitted. "My head feels like it's been hit by a hammer…"

"That is to be expected." The other voice spoke again, and Arian turned to see Sansarn, behind Elvira. "Your mind actively resisted my attempts to undo the amnesia that clouds you."

"...What?" Arian uttered. Then he remembered what the Slowking did with him last night. "Oh, right! That amnesia-clearing thing! Did it work?"

"...You should be able to confirm that for yourself," the pontifex replied. "I fear, however…I know what the answer is."

"...Well, Arian? Do you remember anything new?" Elvira asked.

The Riolu paused, collecting his thoughts. Did anything new come to his mind? Despite the headache that vexed him at present, he sought out any new thoughts. Any new memories of family, friends, how he came to this world…anything.

However…

"I…can't remember anything new," Arian revealed, disappointed. "...Guess that was all for nothing, then."

"...I feared as much," Sansarn replied, himself as dismayed. "I sincerely apologise for being unable to remove your amnesia, Arian."

"...It's fine," the Riolu returned. "It's not like remembering everything is one of my priorities. I mean, I'd like to one day regain my memories, but…for the moment, I'm content."

"...I see." The pontifex closed his eyes, surmising what had come from the exercise. "...If there is one thing this action has shown, let it be this. …I am far from perfect."

"...Isn't that the same for everyone?" Elvira pointed out. "My dad taught me that."

"Indeed. That is the way the Creator made us all." Sansarn let out a sigh. "But a number of pontifices in recent times have claimed infallibility, and that they can do no wrong. Worse still, this has emboldened them to…commit actions we of the Church deem blasphemous to us who preach the word of our Creator."

"Actions? Like what?" Arian wondered.

"...I've heard about this," Elvira replied. "There have been scandals in the East in the last ten years or so, with high-ranking clergymen supposedly having secret love affairs and fathering children. There was also…embezzlement, as well, along with bribery and nepotism. …At least from what I've heard."

"...Regrettably, you are correct," Sansarn mournfully confessed. "It was shameful behaviour. To think that archbishops and even pontifices of the highest accord fell to such vices…it has left a lot to cleanse. The responsibility of doing so lies with I - an outsider of the Eastern nobility. It was the wish of the people, who had become alienated from the Church as a result of this misconduct, as well as an admission by His Excellency Emperor Vittorio that if the Church was to be rid of such immoral behaviour, an outsider to the system was necessary. Thus, I came to assume the title of pontifex maximus after my predecessor, Pontifex Nicander, unfortunately met his end through assassination."

"Well…at least you're doing good work to fix that whole mess," Arian said. "You certainly have my back."

"And mine," Elvira added. "Especially since you're keeping us in sanctuary, safe from Mitrofan."

"...Thank you very much, both of you," Sansarn replied gratefully. "It pleases me to know that I have support from both the Selenian clergy and the common people. I am more convinced than ever that I can work to wipe clean the stains of impropriety from our holy institution's name. For the Creator, and those that worship His good name."

Arian took in the pontifex's encouraged words. He does seem as good as his word, he thought. Even if he is from the East, he at least seems like someone I'd far rather side with than Mitrofan. …This guy's good in my book.

His mind then drifted to other matters when he looked over at the other beds, and something occurred to him.

"Where are Serafina and Natalie?" he pondered, before he realised something else. "Actually, how long was I out?"

"A long time," Elvira told him. "It was evening time when you passed out, and it's morning now. Team Anima are upstairs with Archbishop Khariton."

"Well…let's not keep them waiting." Arian got up from his bed. "I'm fine, before you ask. Just a headache is all."

"...Alright, Arian, if you are better, then…let's head up."

Team Elpis made their way back to the main congregation area along with Sansarn. When they got there, Serafina and Natalie were indeed there with Khariton.

"Arian! Are you well?" the Meowstic asked.

"I'm fine, don't worry," Arian assured, and chose to quickly change the subject so as not to focus on him. "So…what's the plan of action now?"

"...It is our wish to return back to Kamengrad," Serafina replied. "Though we are safe within the walls of Iria Cathedral, we would like to get back to our friends in the Guild. They may worry for us if we are away for too long."

"An understandable sentiment," Sansarn said. "I would be all too glad to allow you all to walk out of here. …But there is the matter of safety. I would be concerned if you did not have a plan to get past the knights in your escape of Iria."

"...Ah," Serafina faltered, realising the pontifex had a point.

"You have plenty of time to think of one," Khariton pointed out. "After all, sanctuary is effective for forty days. Only then will we be forced to escort you out of here."

"...I doubt we'll need that much time to think of a plan," Elvira replied. "...We have a map of Iria. Let's see what we can think up."

The four brainstormed for some time, debating what route to take out of the city and how to avoid knights along the way. However, it was becoming apparent that with a lack of knowledge of the knights' patrol routes, their plan was looking a tad threadbare.

At one point, Arian's eyes drifted to all the stained glass imagery depicted in the Church. He looked up to see the scene depicted above the altar, and couldn't help but be fascinated by it.

"Your Grace?" he asked Khariton. "Who are those Pokémon? I don't think I've come across them in the books I've studied about Pokémon."

"...I beg your pardon?" Khariton, who had overheard Arian's question, sounded quite staggered. "You…don't know?"

"Don't forget he's got amnesia, Yer Grace," Natalie reminded.

"...I am aware," the Togetic replied. "But…is Arian truly unaware of the existence of our Creator Lord Arceus, and the gods who He created the world with? Even if he does have amnesia…it's still a shocking truth to digest."

Arceus? There's that name again…So there's a whole church dedicated to them. …Hmm…guess I'm going to find out just who this Arceus is.

"...There is never a time not to preach His word, Archbishop," Sansarn said to him. "And as the pontifex maximus of our Creator's church on Ardalion, I would be all too honoured to tell you the story of Lord Arceus." He walked up the steps of the altar, and once behind it, he began his gospel.

"Lord Arceus the Creator is the being that created our universe. It was He who appeared, when the world was but an endless void, and forged the world as we know it. He created the world with His 1,000 Arms, and all of the natural beauty in His realm sprung into life. Earth, wind and sky - all were given form by His blessing. By His will, our universe was created. Thus, we worship Lord Arceus as the Creator of our world. It is He who is depicted at the apex of this window." He gestured to the stained glass behind him, to the equine Pokémon with the golden cross-wheel.

"I see…" Arian said. "So all life was created by Arceus?" He looked up at the heavenly figure in the stained glass. The creator of this world…

"It is because Lord Arceus created life that we exist today," Sansarn replied. "In His crafting of His ideal world, the Creator saw to the creation of deities. Some were created by His own hands, while others came into being through the life that was being breathed in the new land that Lord Arceus had created. Many are depicted within our churches, including this one." Sansarn stepped away from the altar and gestured to each figure he mentioned that was painted upon the stained glass windows of the cathedral.

"Dialga, deity of time." A four legged sapphire-blue dragon with metallic plating and a chest plate with a diamond on it.

"Palkia, deity of space." A white-and-pink dragon with a long neck and pearl-like crystals on its shoulders.

"Giratina the Renegade." A scarier-looking six-legged dragon with black wings and a grey body, with gold half-rings along its neck. "Though he was banished for his violence towards the Creator, he is nonetheless a part of the story of our world's creation."

"Mew, the Mother of All Pokémon." A pink, almost feline looking Pokémon that even in its depiction in the stained glass, Arian couldn't help but find it rather cute.

"Groudon, guardian of the land." A dinosaur-like Pokémon with red armour plating and menacing claws and teeth.

"Kyogre, guardian of the sea." A blue whale-like Pokémon with red markings across its body.

"Rayquaza, guardian of the sky." A long, thin emerald coloured dragon with ring-like symbols along its body.

"Xerneas, bringer of life." A deer Pokémon with kaleidoscopically colourful antlers, a blue and black body, and blade-like legs.

"Yveltal, bringer of death." An avian Pokémon with a red and black body in the shape of a Y.

"Zygarde, the reverser of destruction." A snake-like black and green scaled Pokémon with hexagonal green markings on it.

"Solgaleo, deity of the sun." A brilliant white lion Pokémon with a mane in the shape of the sun.

"Lunala, deity of the moon." A bat-like Pokémon with deep blue wings in the shape of a crescent moon.

"They are but a few of the Legendary Pokémon that Lord Arceus created. They help to maintain the stability of this world that our Creator breathed life into," Sansarn described. "Some of them proceeded to expand upon the Creator's universe and forge new areas of land and sea. The seismic events, primarily created by battles between Groudon and Kyogre - " He gestured to the stained glass artwork depicting the two aforementioned deities. " - Saw the creation of a number of landmasses that dot the world in which we live. One of them…is the land on which we stand today - Ardalion.

"There is perhaps no place in this world more sacred to the Creator than our fair land of Ardalion. Though other parts of the world are cherished by Him, He has remained an undying presence over our fair land. It is said that Lord Arceus dwells in the heavens above Sanctus Mons, the highest mountain in all of Ardalion, where he has watched over us since time immemorial. While the other Legendaries are vital to the continued existence of our world - some of whom dwell in a number of Mystery Dungeons throughout Ardalion - our world could not have come to be without the will of Lord Arceus the Creator. That is why we in the Church of Arceus worship His name higher than any of the other Legendaries. Every day, we give our thanks to His blessing that has allowed Ardalion to thrive all these years. And may it be so until the end of our days."

Arian listened intently to the pontifex's gospel, taking in everything he was saying. However, as he came near the end of his speech, he couldn't help but feel as though there was a contradiction with Sansarn's words and what was going on in Ardalion at the moment. Elvira's words about increasing natural disasters and the unusual dryness that had come over Selenia came back to him.

Should I call him out for it? he debated. Mmm…we've gotten along well so far. I don't want to mess things up and cause a rift between us. In our situation, we need all the allies we can get. …Best to keep my mouth shut, I think.

"...A rousing delivery, Your Holiness," Khariton praised, before turning to Arian. "Do you have a greater understanding of Lord Arceus the Creator now?"

"...Oh, er, yes," Arian replied, still slightly distracted by his own thought process. "That's very interesting, Your Holiness. I have to look deeper into this."

"There's a copy of the Holy Scripture back at the Guild," Elvira told him. "You can ask for that when we get back."

"Thanks, Elvira." Her words then reminded him of what they were doing before he sidetracked them all with his wonderings about the deities of the Pokémon world. "Oh yeah…getting back to our plans. …How do we get out of Iria?"

"I have a suggestion, if I may," Sansarn interjected. "...Perhaps these might be of aid."

From his pontifical robes, the Slowking produced four orbs, and gave them to Teams Elpis and Anima.

"What are these?" Natalie asked.

"They are invisify orbs," Sansarn told them. "Using them turns you invisible to the naked eye."

"Wow," Arian remarked, before realising what this meant. "You guys! We can use these to avoid detection from the knights!"

"...Yes, we can!" Serafina said. "Thank you very much for this, Your Holiness! We will not forget your generosity!"

"Generosity is but a part of my creed as pontifex maximus," Sansarn replied. "You are all too welcome to have them."

"...Why d'ya have invisify orbs?" queried Natalie. "...If ya don't mind me askin', Yer Holiness."

"...I mentioned before how I am an outsider to the system of nobility in the Eastern Alliance," Sansarn answered. "It was through the recommendation of His Excellency Emperor Vittorio that I am where I am today. This, however, has earned the ire of those who believe the responsibilities of the pontifex maximus should only be reserved for the nobility. To put it simply…I have been the target of numerous assassination attempts."

"What? That's terrible!" Serafina reacted. "I am sorry to hear that, Your Holiness. …I was unaware there were people vile enough to think of assassinating one as charitable as you."

"...Your concern is appreciated," the Slowking replied, taking in the Meowstic's words. "...To get around this, therefore, I make use of invisify orbs to limit opportunities in which I could be attacked. While it hasn't eliminated intimidation, it has helped. The usage of them could very well mean the difference between life and death. It would be a shame if I met an end akin to my predecessor, Pontifex Nicander. A pity that his life had to be taken in so cruel a manner…"

"...Yes. Or in the same manner as House Ruslan," Elvira added. "Their lives taken from them, and the end result being that the peace that Selenia once had has now been tossed aside. Now we have despotic figures like Mitrofan and Hinnerk ruling the roost. …What path is Selenia to take now?"

"Don't forget that rumour, though," Arian pointed out. "You know, what Dio told us? About Prince Leonid - if I remember correctly - still being alive?"

"That's only a rumour, Arian," Elvira rebutted. "There's no evidence that it's true. I wish we had proof, but…"

"Hmmm…" Sansarn vocalised. "What's this about Prince Leonid and rumours? You say he's still alive?"

"Indeed, Your Holiness," Khariton said. "I have heard this rumour myself, that Prince Leonid supposedly managed to escape Iria Castle, and was not, as many believe, killed by the marauding Mitrofan. Some of our parishioners believe in it, and hold out hope that the tsesarevich will return and oust Mitrofan from the throne that he unjustly robbed. …Alas, at present, we have no evidence to substantiate this claim."

"...Well, then." Sansarn stood up straight, ready to reveal something important. "Your parishioners' hopes may well be answered, Archbishop Khariton."

"...What?" Khariton stood to attention. "Your Holiness, you don't mean…"

"...I do," the pontifex returned. "...A number of churches over the past five years have received requests for sanctuary from none other than Prince Leonid himself. It would appear Prince Leonid, the tsesarevich - I hope I used that term correctly - did manage to escape. He fled across the border to Dresilia with Lady Svetlana, his princess, and requested sanctuary in a multitude of churches within the Empire. He spent some time, along with fellow Selenian nobles who had fled the new regime in their home country, requesting aid from His Excellency and Dresilia's noble families."

"...But nothing's come through," Arian pointed out.

"That is true, yes. The reason for that appears to have been greater priorities in the eyes of the then Emperor of Dresilia, His Excellency Emperor Annibale," Sansarn elaborated. "Though he and Archon Pyrrhus of Miletos attempted to build bridges with Tsar Kliment, that goodwill did not spread to the common man. Many were unwilling to fight to free Selenia. In their eyes, a savage had killed a savage in a far-off land. What difference did it make to their lives unless they were threatened by them? Indeed, there are voices of concern on the other side of the Empyrean Mountains, but many citizens simply have other matters that weigh heavier on their conscience. The last year, in particular, has been tumultuous for the Eastern Alliance, and their internal problems far outshine the problems in Selenia. This in turn has meant the ignorance of Prince Leonid and the nobles of Selenia in favour of greater issues plaguing Dresilia and Miletos."

"...I recall hearing about this from my family," Serafina recalled. "It is more difficult than ever now to raise awareness about Selenia to the Dresilian people, where they reside at the minute. Dresilia has been suffering its own sets of droughts, and coupled with the assassinations of both Pontifex Nicander and Emperor Annibale in the past year, there is a fervent need to keep the country stable amidst these crises."

"Indeed. I myself am aware of these struggles," Sansarn replied. "Even so…it is regrettable that little is done to address the Selenian situation in the East. It would go a long way towards greater friendship between our two nations, and hopefully that would extend to the commonfolk of both tsardom and empire. The alleviation of suffering…His Excellency has the power to do so for the good of all, and yet he does not exercise it. I wish I could do more…but as pontifex, I am always subordinate to Emperor Vittorio in regards to power," he lamented with disappointment.

"...Where is Prince Leonid now?" wondered Elvira. "Is he still in Dresilia?"

"...Unfortunately, I do not know," the Slowking answered. "What I have told you about Prince Leonid's sojourns in sanctuary is from five years ago. However, I have not heard anything regarding his current whereabouts. I do not believe I have heard of him approaching His Excellency for aid in the past three years or so, in fact. It's possible that…due to the refusal to grant him aid to retake Selenia…Prince Leonid and Lady Svetlana may have left Dresilia altogether."

"...What? Do you really think so?" Serafina said. "...But then where could he have gone?"

"...Ya don't think he's dead, do ya?" Natalie wondered.

"...I cannot say I know," Sansarn reiterated. "...When I return to Padavonum, I shall seek out records of sanctuary in the last year in our churches. Prince Leonid may well have sheltered elsewhere in places I have overlooked. If I find any information, I shall inform your Guild of this. …You said the Irian Guild was in Kamengrad, correct?"

"It is," Elvira confirmed. "Thank you very much, Your Holiness. You've been a great help to us."

"It is no trouble," the pontifex returned. "I do hope we can unearth information on Prince Leonid's whereabouts sooner rather than later. Know that I sympathise with your plight and the woes of the Selenian people under Mitrofan, and the sooner they are rid of their suffering, the better. For many, seeing the reinstatement of House Ruslan, the ruling dynasty of Selenia, would put their minds at ease."

"Indeed, Your Holiness," Khariton agreed. "As the Archbishop of Selenia, we need a leader that respects the Church and the Creator's word. Not someone who would gladly take your holy life if not for the consequences!" he added, with contempt.

"...Looks like we got a clear goal in mind, then," Arian surmised. "Find Prince Leonid. Then we'll be one step closer to drumming up support for him, and maybe, one of these days, we'll overthrow Mitrofan, and Selenia can go back to normal."

"...You paint a nice picture, Arian," Serafina commented. "Such a rosy image makes me want to make it reality. So…let us do that. Let us seek out Prince Leonid."

"...Let's get back to the Guild first," Elvira said. "We should let everyone there know of this news."

The four got ready to leave. As they neared the exit, Sansarn called out to them.

"Make sure you exit Iria quickly. Those invisify orbs won't last forever," he advised. "But other than that…farewell. May the Creator's benevolence guide you, and lead you along the path of righteousness."

"Thank you, Your Holiness. We won't forget your kindness to us," Elvira returned to him, before the quartet left the cathedral.

"...What an ambitious group of characters," remarked Khariton, once they had left. "I can't help but admire their determination." He turned to Sansarn. "Your Holiness…may I pose a question?"

"Of course, Archbishop. I am all ears."

"...I could not help but notice your…interest in that Riolu, Arian," the Togetic observed. "Could you elaborate further on why?"

"...As I said before, he resembles a Riolu from my past," Sansarn answered. "...Strangely, though…he is different. And yet…he retains a feeling of familiarity."

"...Pardon me, Your Holiness, but…I do not understand. What do you mean by that?"

"...He speaks with his own voice. When we met downstairs yesterday evening, it was the first time I had heard him speak. It should have been akin to meeting a completely new face, just like it had been for his fellows. And yet…" Sansarn looked at the entrance once more. "...It wasn't. That particular body of a Riolu, with all of its unusual quirks and features…I have seen it before."

"...I apologise, Your Holiness, but I still do not fully grasp your words," Khariton admitted, somewhat confused by what his superior was saying.

"...Nor do I, truth be told. This mystery wracks me too," the pontifex admitted. "...The Creator works in mysterious ways, I suppose. As there is reason for all things, so too is there a reason for this anomaly. …One day, the answer shall come to us. Why the Riolu with a familiar appearance speaks in an unfamiliar tone…

"I shall look forward to finding out the truth behind that peculiarity when that day comes."

The knights of Selenia were immediately back to another day of usual patrol. They were on high alert, of course. Word had spread that the four wanted mercenaries had been taken into sanctuary in Iria Cathedral. But a common assumption was that they might well use this as a temporary location with which to possibly attempt the disposal of another important figure, like any of the three marshals or worse still, Mitrofan himself.

None of the knights wanted that. They had high respect for their marshals, especially Spiridon and Ludmila, and none more so than the leader whose rule of law it was for them to enforce. New wanted posters had been drawn up overnight, now depicting all four of them, and they had been handed out to civilians around Iria, warning them of these fugitives.

So they kept their eyes peeled sharply for any of the four wanted mercs. Some were extra thorough and scoped out places where the four would be likely to hide. This had been a recommendation by Marshal Metody, who had previously caught them hiding the day before behind some casks.

"They're hardly professional at that," the Floatzel had scoffed to some knights he had visited that day. "Just keep your eyes peeled in places where they might be hiding. Kegs, casks, dark alleys - there are no shortage of hiding places in the capital, and they might think to utilise them. But out-think them! We knights must use our brains as well as brawn if we are to outwit them."

Alas, Metody's words weren't fully taken to heart. This couldn't exactly be blamed on them; after all, who could have foreseen the tactic of invisify orbs being used to avoid detection by sight? That was why many knights did not see anyone exit Iria Cathedral that morning. Maybe one or two may have sensed something was off, but when they turned to look again, they saw nothing, and continued about their duties as normal.

Teams Elpis and Anima, invisible to the naked eye, made their way to the nearest exit briskly. Sansarn's warning echoed in their mind that it wouldn't last forever, so they made a point to exit the city as quickly as possible.

Even so, they still attempted to subtly hide when necessary, knowing that the more perceptive guards would sense something was off.

They played this game until the exit, when, after having passed the last two knights guarding the gate, they threw off any sort of pretence and dashed forward once they were outside the walls, not caring about the reaction behind them. All that mattered to them now at that point was returning back to the Irian Guild to inform everyone of what had gone down in the city.

Luckily for them, the knights seemed to look confusedly at a seeming fleeting presence that passed them by.

"...Did you feel that, Adrian?" a Hitmonchan knight asked.

"...I did, Pyotr," the Durant knight replied. "But…no one's passed through here."

"...Could've just been the wind," murmured Pyotr.

"...Could've been." His partner's own murmur sounded a bit more doubtful. Almost like they were missing something. Had something really passed them by?

Whatever. Let's just focus on keeping those no-good mercs from exiting the city.

Arukona · Oct 15, 2022

Small notice before we begin; some parts in the flashbacks may be a bit sexual in nature. Nothing explicit or NSFW, but I feel a heads up should be given regardless. Couldn't hurt to give a warning just in case.

Now, on with the story.

Chapter 18
Reminiscence of Bygone Days

"Ah…you're all back. …Good. I was beginning to worry about you all. Something tells me…there's a good reason why you took longer than usual in returning here."

Melchior was the one to say this, as Team Elpis and Team Anima descended into the Guild after trekking home from Iria. The looks on their faces all brightened when they saw their guildmaster; the exact person they needed to talk to.

"There sure is, Guildmaster," Natalie replied. "We gotta tell ya 'bout what happened in Iria."

"I could not agree more with Natalie," Serafina seconded. "We must tell this story, and especially to you, Guildmaster. I think you, more than anyone else in the Guild, should hear our words."

"...You seem eager to tell me," Melchior noted. "Well, who am I to deny you? Come to the office and we can discuss it over some tea." He turned to Rhiannon, who happened to be nearby. "Rhiannon, could you tell Aldebrand to make some tea?"

"Sure thing!" the Rockruff answered peppily, and dashed off to the dining hall to find the fire dragon.

Melchior, meanwhile, headed to his office, trailed by the members of Teams Elpis and Anima. When they arrived, they all sat down in chairs, with Melchior occupying the chair behind his desk. In a short while, Aldebrand entered with tea, which all five partook in.

"Right," the Swampert said, once he had gotten comfortable in his chair. "Tell me from start to finish all that happened in Iria."

"Boy, where do we even begin?" Arian said. "I guess…we'll start with our missions, which went well. Rescue a Vivillon and get Amplifying Crystals from Lapis Grotto. Not much to say there - the clients were thankful and gave us the rewards when we met them in Karinina's Inn. They were kind, if a little eccentric." Well…how else do you describe someone like Dio?

"But when we went outside the inn, the knights had us cornered," Elvira took over. "Marshal Ludmila, their leader, showed us wanted posters of Arian and I, and chased us. Luckily, we managed to evade them and went down a side street. And as it happened…it was the same street on which the Grimmhatt Orphanage was located."

"The Grimmhatt Orphanage?" This caught Melchior's attention. "Did you meet Dalibor and Cornelia?"

"We did. They were kind to us, and we had tea with them. Dalibor appears to be doing well these days, especially given what happened to him," Elvira answered. "But…what was interesting was what he had to say about Mitrofan. …He thinks that he's not a completely bad soul."

"...I figured he'd tell you that," Melchior replied. "He's told me as much in our correspondences, about Mitrofan donating money to the orphanage. I think, however, the correct term is conflicted. Many others share that same opinion. They aren't sure what to make of him, even now after five years in power. A fair amount of people do tolerate him, on the basis that for the most part, their lives barely change."

"Yeah," Natalie said, nodding at what Melchior was saying. "The folks in Karelia are like that. He don't bother 'em, so they don't protest 'gainst him."

"Hmm…" the Swampert hummed. "...I digress. Did you stay the night in the orphanage?"

"No," Serafina denied. "We were then informed that Rufus, one of the orphans, had snuck into the Irian Catacombs. It was agreed that the four of us would head there to rescue him, despite the ban on entering there. It was a difficult Dungeon, filled with Ghost-types…but we made it through to the crypt where all of House Ruslan is buried. There…we did find Rufus." Her face then darkened. "...He had been taken captive by Mitrofan, as well as…Nikita and Marshal Spiridon, I believe their names were."

"Spiridon?" The name seemed to strike a chord with Melchior, but he didn't ask further on this point. "...What happened?"

"...Mitrofan was every bit as bad as they say he is." Arian's opinion was quite clear on this point. "He called you and Kallias 'cowardly turncoats', or whatever it was he said, went on about the oath not to kill for us mercs, and kept treating us as threats to him. Then he attacked us. …It only took one move for him to knock us both out." He looked down in shame. "I'm sorry we couldn't put up more of a fight…"

"Don't be. Mitrofan's one of the toughest people I know," Melchior replied. "It seems like he hasn't slackened since overthrowing Kliment. It would take an exceptional effort to bring him down. Much as I despise the man he's become, I can hardly deny his power as a fighter. …But how did you get out of there?"

"We used an escape orb," Serafina informed. "But we realised the whole of the Irian Knights were on the lookout for us, and thus made a point of laying low. We were not entirely successful, if I am to be honest. The knights, led by Marshal Metody of House Kumiega, found us and chased us down. We ran and ran, and ended up encountering Mitrofan and Marshal Ludmila again. It was looking bleak, and we were very close to being captured.

"But as luck would have it, we happened to be outside Iria Cathedral. We escaped there, hoping they would take us into sanctuary. By a stroke of luck…there were priests there. But not just any priests. Archbishop Khariton, one of Selenia's leading clergymen, was there. …As was none other than Pontifex Sansarn."

"Pontifex?!" That earned a shocked reaction from the Swampert.

"Yes. It was nothing short of a surprise, but…an incredible boon for us. He admitted us into sanctuary, and also prevented Mitrofan and the knights from getting their hands on us with clever tact. I cannot give enough thanks to him for helping us in our hour of need. Now that we were in sanctuary, that was where we spent the night, safe in the knowledge that we would not be ambushed by Mitrofan's forces."

"He was truly kind, the pontifex," Elvira added. "And…he told us something huge. According to him…Prince Leonid, who's been rumoured to be alive, has taken sanctuary in Dresilian churches, and has been attempting to rally support to take back Selenia from Mitrofan. In other words…he didn't die. House Ruslan lives on."

"...So those rumours are true," Melchior replied, sounding excited to hear of this revelation. "I've heard of them too, and…secretly, I hoped they would be true. …But now we have concrete evidence to go on. This is…good news. Very good news, indeed. …What a blessing that the pontifex was there. If I ever meet him, I shall certainly give him thanks of my own. On that note…does he know where Prince Leonid is exactly?"

"...Alas, no," Serafina answered. "He said he would search through church records when he returned to Padavonum. For now…we are still waiting for that answer ourselves."

"...I say we try and find that answer on our own in the meantime," Arian proposed. "While we're out doing our merc missions, we should keep an ear out for any tidbits of info about his whereabouts."

"A good idea, Arian. I'll tell everyone in the Guild that this evening, when we're all here," Melchior said. "Someone may well know something."

"...I do wonder how he must feel about all of this," Serafina murmured. "To be displaced of his parents and his tsardom…I have nothing but sympathy for His Highness's plight."

"...Did ya ever meet him?" Natalie wondered.

"...I have been at various functions attended by Selenian nobility, and it was at these that I met Prince Leonid and House Ruslan," Serafina responded. "Granted, I rarely spoke to him, given my family's status as a lesser house. But…he was cordial and friendly, from what I gathered. I should think someone like him would make a fine tsar. If he is at all like his father in terms of being a leader, then I would wholly endorse him to be the next tsar of Selenia."

"His father…" That reminded Arian of something that he had wanted to ask. "I've got a question, Melchior. And maybe you too, Serafina. Did you know Tsar Kliment at all? What was he like?"

"...Indeed, I did. Back when he was still alive, he recognised Team Marshwood's contributions to both the commonfolk and nobility in our many missions during our years as part of the Irian Guild. He even offered Kallias and I knighthoods and titles for our service to the Selenian people. …However, we declined, as we felt such titles would draw us more into the sphere of nobility and distance us from the commonfolk, who we associated with. That was Kallias's logic, at least," Melchior recalled. "I wouldn't say he wasn't haughty and without pomp, as nobles tend to be, but…at the same time, he didn't outright scoff at the commonfolk as other nobles would. And in terms of stability as tsar, he didn't suffer any huge unrest, and was able to keep the peace."

"...I see," Arian murmured. "But…did he have a dark side at all? It's just…Mitrofan seemed like he was a good person at one point, before suddenly becoming who he is today. Dalibor thinks Tsar Kliment might've had something to do with it. He…might have a point. I'm beginning to think that might well have been what happened." He turned to his partner. "Elvira, what do you think?"

"...It's definitely a possibility," Elvira agreed. "I've met Mitrofan a number of times, and you and Dad have talked about him a lot, Melchior. He doesn't seem like the kind of person that would kill without reason, and especially the tsar of all people. …That theory about Tsar Kliment wronging him might well be true."

"Of course, we're not saying Mitrofan's in the right here," Arian added. "We're just saying that…maybe Tsar Kliment isn't blameless in all of this. Depending on just what he did…"

"Hmmm…" Melchior considered Team Elpis's suppositions. "...You are quite right, Arian. Though I praised Tsar Kliment, I will not defend the man to death. There could very well have been a dark side to the man that I never saw. I am open to the idea that he could have incited Mitrofan to kill him."

"But that in turn begs a question," Serafina brought up. "What did His Majesty do that would drive Mitrofan to murder?"

"...I don't know. If I did, I might be able to fathom his hatred for Kliment more," Melchior ruminated. "But…there is something I have wondered for a while now. And bringing up the issue of motives to assassinate Tsar Kliment…I can't help but think there may be a connection.

"...Rufina. Whatever happened to her?"

"Rufina?" Natalie queried. "Who's that?"

"She's…Mitrofan's wife, isn't she?" Elvira replied, though shocked realisation was written over her face.

"His wife?" Arian said. "Mitrofan had a wife?"

"Yes," the Treecko confirmed. "Not only that, but he had children as well. …Three children, if I'm not mistaken. …I never did mention that. It slipped my mind."

"A wife and children? …I…I had no knowledge of this." Serafina was taken aback by this revelation. "...But why have we heard nothing of them since Mitrofan took over? The basis for any new dynasty is progeny to inherit their predecessor's titles. And yet…this is the first I have heard of Mitrofan having any children." A thought came to her. "Perhaps Mitrofan's actions caused his wife to desert him and take their children with her?"

"A good suggestion, Serafina. But…I don't think that's likely," Melchior denied. "You see…Rufina loved Mitrofan to death. Kallias, Mitrofan, Dalibor and I were all married at some point back in the days of the old Irian Guild. Though I dearly loved my own wife…of all of our marriages, I would say Mitrofan and Rufina's bond was the greatest. They were attached at the hip, and the fact they had the most children of all of us says it all." His gaze met Elvira's. "...Not to say that your own parents didn't love one another."

"It's alright, Melchior," Elvira assured. "Dad told me before that they were deeply passionate for one another. …He even joked that he could organise a marriage between me and Stiliyan, their eldest son."

"...Yer pullin' my leg. Did that really happen?" Natalie asked.

"No, it was only a joke from Dad. But…I did get to meet Stiliyan a few times," Elvira reflected. "He was an Axew around my age, and was eager and adventurous. He always talked about how he was going to grow up to be a mercenary, just like his parents. He was strong, too. We sparred a few times during our meetings, but I never managed to win against him. We got on quite well, and we were even pen pals for a while, but…we stopped doing it. For no particular reason, we just…focused on other aspects of our lives."

"...Admired his parents and wanted to be a mercenary just like his parents? …He sounds like you," commented Arian. "Your dad might've been joking, but…who knows? That might well have been a match made in heaven."

"...Possibly," Elvira shrugged. "...They had three children, Mitrofan and Rufina. The second one was a daughter named Nevena. She was an Aron, and she was a bit different. Whereas Stiliyan was all about adventure, she was a bit more placid, and more softly-spoken. She definitely didn't take after her mother in that regard. But she was nice. I liked her.

"The third child was Luka, another Aron. He was only a hatchling when I saw him last, which was…seven years ago. So I can't really say much about him."

"...They all sound so vibrant…" Serafina observed. "Especially your description of Stiliyan. It felt as though he really admired his father, if he wanted to follow in his footsteps." Her face fell in disappointment. "...I wonder how he, and Rufina, would feel about his father becoming the man he is today?"

"...It's too strange, her absence," Melchior murmured. "I believe that if faced with the situation of Mitrofan killing Tsar Kliment and taking over the country for himself, she would side with him, no doubt. The two of them, leading Selenia together…I feel as though Mitrofan would want that reality. But she's nowhere to be seen." A dark expression came over his face. "...There are only two likely possibilities I can think of about what this means, and neither of them are pleasant."

"...What would they be, Melchior?" Arian asked.

"...Either Rufina and her children are being held hostage somewhere…or they're all dead," the Swampert answered. "I sincerely hope it isn't the latter, but…"

"...Those would explain it," Arian replied. "If Tsar Kliment had a hand in either of those…then I could see why Mitrofan would snap and kill him in revenge."

"But why would His Majesty do such an abhorrent thing?" Serafina questioned. "I do apologise, Guildmaster, but as my house supported House Ruslan, I cannot simply take a claim like that at face value. It is no small accusation to make that Tsar Kliment engaged in kidnapping innocents, three of whom were children. And to what end? I do not wish to put stock in such an idea if it turns out to be wrong."

"...You have a point," admitted Elvira. "There's still a lot we don't know about the background to all of this. Part of me wonders if it's as simple as what we're making it out to be. Just what were the circumstances behind it all?"

"I've been pondering the same question for five years," Melchior replied. "I've asked Dalibor this same question since reestablishing contact with him. And he has tried to wring the answer out of Mitrofan. Alas…we are still none the wiser. On the few occasions when they have spoken, supposedly Mitrofan dodges the question every time."

"...Looks like it's going to be a hard hunt for the answer to that one," remarked Arian disappointedly. "...Guess that's three mysteries we have to solve now. Where Prince Leonid is, what happened to Rufina and why Mitrofan murdered Tsar Kliment."

"...We shall have to be on the lookout for any clues regarding all of those," Serafina replied. "Whatever the truth is, we must work to bring it to the light."

"Yes, we must. For all parties' sake," Elvira said. "...I think that's all we have to report, Melchior."

"...Alright then. Thank you very much for telling me all of that," Melchior said gratefully, as the foursome got up to leave the room. "It's given me time to mull over the situation around Mitrofan. Regardless of all he has done…he was a friend of mine, and I would love to know just what twisted him into the man he is now. Maybe then, I'll be able to understand what drove him to do what he did."

"We have your back, Melchior," Arian said to him, just before he left the office. "We want to know the truth too. …Who knows? Might even be able to convince to turn away from being a tyrant," he added, although he himself doubted his own words.

"...Maybe." By the sound of it, Melchior thought the same. "But I appreciate your support, Arian."

"Thanks." And with that, Arian left the office.

"...Convincing Mitrofan to turn away from the path he's on now?" Elvira asked, as the two walked back to their room. Team Anima had already retired to theirs. "...I don't want to be pessimistic, but…I don't see that happening."

"I know. But…the possibility's there, right?" the Riolu shrugged. "You never know. Besides…there's still hope. That's what our team name is all about. Elpis, the embodiment of hope. Or did you forget?"

"I didn't. …Maybe you're right. Maybe there still is hope," Elvira replied, as the two reached their room. They went inside, and Arian immediately went over to the bookshelf.

"Hey, Elvira," he asked. "What species is Rufina?"

"Oh, she's a Haxorus," she answered.

"Haxorus…" Arian's paw prised an index of Pokémon species from the shelf, and opened it once he sat back down on his bed. Skimming through the pages, he eventually found the species in question: a green-scaled dragon with axe-like tusks and armour-like scales.

"...Interesting. You know…I could imagine Mitrofan marrying someone who looks like this," he commented. "I could see the two of them as a couple."

"Yeah…They did go well together, the two of them." Elvira had come over to Arian's side, and looked at the entry on Haxorus with him.

"What was she like? …Personality-wise, I mean."

"...Fiery, I think would be the right word for her," the Treecko recalled, thinking back to her meetings with the tusked dragon and what her father had said about her. "She was also not afraid at all to express her opinion. She would tell a lord exactly what she thought of him right to his face, regardless of how much power he held and the potential repercussions this could have."

"That's…quite brave," remarked Arian. "She must have been quite a character."

"Yes. She was quite far from a demure maiden, to say the least. …But she was a very good fighter. She was one of the few in the Guild that could go toe to toe with my dad and win. The same with Melchior and Mitrofan. …There must be an appeal to women like her. Apparently, she was quite a catch for some back when she was still single, to the point that even Dad - before he got married to Mom, of course - was interested in her."

"But Mitrofan snatched her up, did he?"

"Yes. …Though, the way you word it makes it almost sound like he kidnapped her," Elvira remarked bemusedly.

"N-No! I didn't mean it like that!" Arian couldn't help but laugh at his wording. Afterwards, though, he adopted a more serious expression, feeling slightly guilty about it. "I didn't mean to say that. I know Mitrofan was a good man once."

"I know what you're trying to say, Arian. And yes, Mitrofan and Rufina did fall in love, and married as most couples do. Soon afterwards, they had their first child, Stiliyan, and had two more in the years to come." Her face then fell. "To think, mere children like them being held hostage…If our theory of Tsar Kliment is true, then that's despicable. It's especially heartbreaking when I knew them personally…and even more heartbreaking to think that they could be dead…"

"Too right. That's why we need to get to the bottom of this," Arian said, feeling for his partner. "It's just like what you said, Elvira - it's best for all parties that the truth comes out. Now come on." He got up from his bed. "We're not going to find the answer sitting here. Let's do a mission and see what intel we can find. Even tidbits of info might help us."

"...If you insist, Arian," the Treecko sighed, and followed him out of the room.

Meanwhile, that night…

Nikita strolled the halls of Iria Castle. The castle might've taken on a regally impressive appearance during the day, but at night, while still retaining some of that grandeur, most of that had been taken over by the creation of darkness, and shadowy shapes formed from the glow of the bright moon and lit candles..

Over the centuries, claims of dead spirits roaming the halls were not unheard of among servants, and even members of House Ruslan sometimes insisted on the castle being haunted. However, for every claim, there were an abundance of naysayers rubbishing such stories as twaddle, and that those making these claims were merely hallucinating or imagining things.

It was easy to say Iria Castle wasn't a haunted place. But patrolling the corridors at night, Nikita could see how some would claim it was haunted. After all, darkness was the best friend of a ghost, and compared with the lack of night vision present in many Pokémon, it would perhaps be understandable to think that moving shadows could be mistaken for spirits. Especially if one's wits were not kept around them.

This was never the case with Nikita, though. The Marowak always made sure to be on full alert at all times during his nightly patrol. However, this was not to keep his eyes peeled for malevolent spirits. A previous him would no doubt have been quivering and shaking enough to make his mother's skull rattle. But now, as a Ghost-type himself, he was at one with spirits, and the ghostly flames on his bone acted as illumination to seek out any potential assassins. They were his prey, and he had acted against a number of them who'd managed to sneak into the castle to murder Mitrofan. Safe to say, his quick diligence in dealing with them made him become known as a terror when it came to protecting his leader.

Some even compared him to Afanasiy, known as the Shadow of the Tsar and ward close to Ruslan, the first tsar of Selenia. However, given Mitrofan's disdain for adopting the title of tsar, Nikita had opted for similar scorn when someone said that to him, even if they meant it as a compliment. And just as Mitrofan was known for ruthlessness towards those who dared transgression towards him, so too did Nikita adopt a similar line towards those who crossed him too.

Once a Haunter servant wished to scare him by hiding in a suit of armour and see if he could experience anything beyond anger and indifference. Nikita saw through his prank, beat the servant savagely with his club, and the Haunter was docked pay altogether for a solid month for this transgression. A punishment imposed by Mitrofan, once he saw the ire being exuded by his subordinate and the truth was extracted from the servant.

The relationship between the two of them was viewed as a bit one-sided, mocked by some as a master and servant relationship by those of a tsarist disposition. (Of course, these views weren't vocalised in front of either of them, for fear of repercussions.) But Nikita refused to have it any other way. For all Mitrofan had done for him, he would gladly stay by his side until either one of them keeled over. And in the case that Mitrofan was first, maybe not even then.

"You'll be guarding Mitt's graveside when he eventually passes away," Spiridon had joked to him one day. "Just like that old Alban tale of Kirkyard Cúán, the Poochyena servant that wouldn't leave his master's grave. That's how attached you are to him. Seriously, Niki, your devotion to him is something else. You aren't like the Shadow of the Tsar - you put him to shame!"

This attachment to Mitrofan that would make even the clingiest of mothers jealous, he couldn't deny. But there was no man in all of Ardalion who he held in higher regard. For all the Aggron had done for him, he couldn't be more thankful to him.

The charity of him when he as a young Cubone was all but a walking skeleton was something he would never forget.

"A table for two, please. I'd like to get this boy something to eat. He'll be dining with me."

"Him? I am sorry, Guildmaster Mitrofan, but we have standards in this restaurant. We cannot serve a filthy tramp like him with a history of thievery and pickpocketing."

"...What a vile way to treat someone. He's only a boy, forced to live on the streets! Do you not see how languished he is? Have you no empathy for someone of his background? Would it truly kill you to admit him?"

"...We cannot allow a ragged thief into our restaurant, Guildmaster. Please understand that we in Lysagora's White Swan have standards that we must - "

"You don't appear to be listening. …Very well. I shall simply enjoy dinner at another restaurant. There are many more in town that would be humbled by the patronage of the Irian Guild's guildmaster and wouldn't mind the presence of a homeless Cubone. And afterwards, I would be all too willing to inform House Lysagora of this appalling lack of empathy."

"Y-You wouldn't! L-Lord Gerasim frequents this restaurant! L-Lady S-Svetlana too! Y-Your threats won't work on us!"

"...Don't pretend to lie. It's not becoming of a bellhop of a restaurant this prestigious. I shall simply ask Lord Gerasim later, and he can tell me the truth. Which judging by the look on your face, is not what you are telling me!

"A table for two. I won't ask again. If you don't, I will take my patronage elsewhere and spread the word of your disgraceful service. I'll tell Lord Gerasim as well. Would a highly-regarded restaurant like yours want bad publicity that could severely damage your reputation?"

"...Very well. I'll find the two of you a table."

It had shocked Nikita just how much Mitrofan pushed that bellhop, all for his sake. But when he saw that the Aggron's sincerity was genuine and when he finally got some food - good food, not whatever scraps he could find - in his belly, he couldn't be more grateful. For the first time in what seemed like forever, the then Cubone felt happy.

Then things only got better. Mitrofan, knowledgeable of his squalor, offered to bring him back to Iria and stay in the Irian Guild, where he would have food and shelter. He couldn't say yes quickly enough to this, and so it was arranged.

And as it turned out, Mitrofan also had a need for a personal assistant after the previous one retired. Though he assured Nikita he didn't have to take up the role, given his young age and weakened stature, the Cubone was all too eager to oblige, as a way to pay the guildmaster back for his kindness.

Being called a runt all of his life also made him want to see to the reversal of that. So he saw to training to build up some semblance of strength. His poorly physique was a notable handicap at first, but after finally having access to regular, healthy foods for the first time in his life, he gradually began to overcome this difficulty he'd had all of his life. He built up his constitution over time, and when he evolved into a Marowak, his body was graced with lean muscle, and his combat capabilities became a lot more versatile, especially with the new ghostly flames that were at his command.

(Weirdly, he'd heard from Spiridon in more recent times that some girls fancied him. This, he wasn't sure how to take. He came to the conclusion that relationships were an ultimate distraction from his duty, so he chose not to pursue them.)

And now, in this new age of Selenia, he was a figure to be feared, and was one of Mitrofan's most capable men. His enemies viewed him as a real threat, and past rebels based plans on trying to lure him away from Mitrofan to assassinate the Aggron. Naturally, they underestimated his attachment to Mitrofan, and so such plans ended in failure.

Speaking of his superior…maybe it was time to get back to him. After all, it had all been quiet and uneventful, and there was seemingly nothing to worry about. He was probably asleep by this hour. Checking up on him, Nikita decided, was the best course of action.

He opened the door gently to Mitrofan's room, so as not to wake him up. As it turned out though, this was unnecessary. For when he walked in, he saw that the bed was unoccupied. By the looks of its unfolded state, the Aggron seemed to have gotten out of bed after getting into it.

The room was one of sheer opulence, a leftover from the days of the tsars. The bed's fabrics were made from the finest silk, and the curtains around the four-poster bed were dyed a fine violet. The carpets were of a similarly lavish design, with all manner of patterns weaved into it. It looked fit for a king - or a tsar, and indeed, the now deceased Tsar Kliment and Tsarina Yelizaveta were the previous owners of the room.

"I can't express how much I dislike this level of luxury," Mitrofan had remarked once to Nikita about the bedroom that he now slept in. "But…it's been made already. It would be a waste to do away with it all. Instead, I must resist the vice of laziness that this place cultivates. Nikita…see to it that I do not fall into that trap like so many others previous residents of this castle have."

And so Nikita made sure the former guildmaster kept vigilant. Thankfully, Mitrofan seemed to deal with this problem himself, barely using the room except to go to bed, and sometimes not even then. Insomnia wasn't unheard of with the Aggron, and so sometimes he never slept.

The sight before Nikita, therefore, was not uncommon. For a split second, the Marowak panicked, wondering where Mitrofan was. But he collected himself once he looked to the balcony door, which was open.

There stood the Aggron, looking out at the night sky. The moon was full and shone brightly, and the sky was a canvas of stars with not a cloud in the sky. Lights from the city below them provided illumination, and altogether, the balcony provided a commanding view to be envied by many.

However, if Nikita knew Mitrofan, he knew that he would not be admiring the view. Usually, if he was staring into space like this…it meant that matters of the heart plagued him.

"...Can't sleep, Master Mitrofan?" Nikita asked, walking to the balcony's doorway.

"...No, Nikita, I cannot," came the Aggron's reply, without turning his back.

"Insomnia again, is it? ...Is something keeping you up?" the Marowak wondered.

Mitrofan remained silent for a short while, before muttering an answer.

"...Reminiscing."

"Reminiscing? …About what, exactly?"

"...Rufina."

"...Oh." Nikita immediately understood the Aggron's melancholy. "...Is this because of your conversation with Dalibor the other day?"

"It could very well be. And I won't lie…it's torn open a wound of the past that never fully healed." Mitrofan gave a long, sombre sigh. "...Right now, I'm trying to remember the finer points of our life together, Rufina and I. Sadness is an emotion I've become all too familiar with during her absence. Therefore, I'm trying to reclaim even some of that happiness, to cope with this resurgence of despair. …Even if it won't change the current reality of things." He looked to the sky, thinking back to younger days. Days when he was just a mercenary working for the Irian Guild…all before his life descended into what it had become since five years ago.

Back when I knew what joy and happiness were…

"So that's the story, Guildmaster Yaromir," a Durant said, inside the Guildmaster's Office in the Irian Guild. "Don't get me wrong, you've all been very nice to me here in the Guild. It's just…I don't think I'm cut out for the merc business."

"Hmm…" a Wyrdeer, the aforementioned Guildmaster Yaromir, hummed, looking over the form before him. It was the one the Guild prescribed for mercenaries to disband their teams if they so wished. Two signatures lay at the bottom of the form. "Are you sure about this, Narcyz?"

"I'm certain, Guildmaster," Narcyz, the Durant, replied. "Much as I hate to say it, I don't think this is the right career path for me. I might be better off working in construction like my dad."

"I see. …And what of you, Mitrofan?" Yaromir turned to the Lairon next to Narcyz. "What are you going to do now?"

"...I still want to work here, Guildmaster," Mitrofan, a Lairon at this point in time, replied. "Being a mercenary's still my passion. …I could maybe form a team with someone else?"

"You could. You could certainly be an auxiliary member for other teams, at the very least," suggested the Wyrdeer. "...We'll see about getting you another team member of your own. In the meantime, though…" He turned back to Narcyz. "...I bid you farewell, Narcyz. Though it was short, your presence in the Guild was appreciated. I wish you luck wherever you end up."

"Thanks, Guildmaster." The Durant then turned to his partner. "Good luck, Mitt. Hope you find a partner better than me. Someone who's more in line with what a merc should be."

"...Good luck to you too, Narcyz," Mitrofan returned, as the Durant headed for the door. "Hopefully, you can find the path that suits you best."

Narcyz left the room. With his now ex-partner gone, Mitrofan turned back to Yaromir.

"Hmm…you know, Mitrofan, if you're looking for a partner to set a team…then I have a candidate in mind." The guildmaster went through the files in his desk, before pulling out one.

Mitrofan gazed at the paper. It was a form for dissolution into the Guild. He looked down at the first name signed at the bottom.

"...Rufina?"

"Yes. Rufina. She's a Fraxure. Quite temperamental and easy to pick a fight with, but a powerful fighter. She's been an auxiliary for some time, but she's longed to make a mercenary team with someone else who, in her words, 'she can get on with.' I'm afraid, however, that many have simply looked the other way around her." Yaromir looked into the Lairon's eyes. "...But would you like to give her a try anyway?"

Mitrofan considered the guildmaster's offer. She sounds like a handful, he thought. But if her goals and mine are the same…then what's the harm in forming a team with her? Maybe she and I might see eye to eye.

"...I think I will, Guildmaster."

"Yup. Rufina, that's me. …So you're the guy who Old Man Yaromir told me to talk to? Mitrofan, huh?"

Mitrofan was in the Guild's dining hall at the minute, opposite the Fraxure who had introduced herself. Judging by her tone, she didn't appear too taken with him. Guess this is what the guildmaster was warning me about. If I want to get her on side, I have to make a good first impression.

"Yes. That's me," he began. "I'm without a team at the minute, and I'm looking to form a new one."

"No team? Any reason for that?" Rufina inquired.

"...My teammate felt he was out of his depth, and wanted out," Mitrofan explained. "...I can't say I blame him. Not all of us are cut out to be mercenaries."

"Oh, you too? I had the same problem," the Fraxure revealed. "Pansy of a teammate decided to wimp out because 'oh, being a mercenary's not a real job'! Obviously, I couldn't work with someone like that, so we broke it off! Tch!" she fumed. "If you don't want to be a merc, then don't join the damn Guild in the first place!"

"...I'm sorry to hear it wasn't successful," Mitrofan tried to condole.

"Don't be! He only wanted a merc team with me because he thought I was like other girls!" Rufina continued to rant. "If he wants someone like that, he needs to go somewhere else! I hated his chat-up lines and sweet-talking me like I'm some damsel in distress! Why the hell am I here then, instead of cooking dinners for a husband, raising two children and being pregnant with a third? If he wants that out of me, forget it! I hope he never knows what it's like to have pleasure with a woman!"

Mitrofan fought to keep a straight face at the dragon's last remark. "…Y-You needn't be worried, Rufina," he assured. "I am not in this job for love. To help those in need, whoever they are, wherever they are…that, in my view, is a mercenary's priority. Love always comes second before our duty to help our clients."

"And to bash the skulls of outlaws in," added Rufina. "That's what I'm in this business for. I hope you don't have a problem with that?"

"'Bash their skulls in'...you don't mean…" Mitrofan wondered, not bothering to finish.

"What, kill them?" Rufina guffawed at this. "If I did that, I'd be behind bars instead of here! You know the Guild's policy around that kind of thing!"

"...Fair point." The Lairon realised the futility of his question. "Well…we seem to be alike in our goals. Let's put our teamwork to the test with a mission, shall we?"

"I like the way you think," the Fraxure complimented, flashing a slight smile. "A hands-on experience is always best. So let's go! Our first mission as Team…" She trailed off, realising something important.

"Crap. We never came up with a name."

"Oh," realised Mitrofan. "Well…" Instantly, he began to brainstorm potential names. The first few, he thought to take in the qualities of both him and Rufina. She's a Fraxure, and I'm a Lairon…hmm…

One suggestion came to mind - a portmanteau of their two species' defining characteristics - and he voiced it.

"Silver Axe."

"Silver Axe? …Team Silver Axe…" Rufina pronounced the words to see if it sounded right. "...I like the sound of that! And you came up with it in no time at all! Better than my old teammate - he took ages before deciding on 'Team Slasher'." She grimaced at the name. "Yeah…Probably should've taken that as a sign that it wouldn't last."

"I can only agree with you," Mitrofan replied, concurring with the name's unoriginality. "But let's put our unfortunate breakups behind us, and look to the future."

"Sure thing, Mitrofan. …Let's show the world that Team Silver Axe has something to prove."

"My, Silver Rank, already?" Yaromir remarked, as he watched the Fraxure and Lairon before him file their certificates away. "You're moving up the ranks fast."

"Too right," Rufina proudly stated. "We've worked our asses off to climb the ranks this quickly. Luckily, we work very well together, Mitt and me. Isn't that right, partner?" She turned to the Lairon.

"Yes. Our synergy is really coming together," Mitrofan praised. "We've barely been together two months, but already I can say that Rufina's been a very reliable partner. …It's certainly becoming satisfying to hunt down outlaws with her."

That had been their primary focus; the hunting down of outlaws. Rufina hadn't been kidding when she said she loved this, and Mitrofan had gone along with her. Of course, he insisted that they do some rescue and material-gathering missions to balance it out on the lighter days as well as solve problems in the same Dungeon as an outlaw request. The Fraxure accepted, but that didn't stop her tearing ferals apart on these missions and giving her all in these battles.

Part of Mitrofan was apprehensive about this aspect of his new partner. But…strangely, another side of him rather liked her more ferocious side, and something within him yearned to see her unleash her brutal nature on wild Pokémon whenever they encountered any of them. He wasn't sure why, but…there was something about her blunt, straightforward nature that, while admittedly a slight repellent at first, he'd come to enjoy from her.

"Well, glad to see you two have settled in nicely as a team," praised the Guildmaster. "...You know…You're among possibly the most eye-catching array of rising stars I've seen crop up in this guild in the last while. Team Marshwood are proving to be very capable, but your efforts are just as commendable as theirs."

"Wow…thank you very much, Guildmaster," Mitrofan said, feeling honoured. What high praise, and from the Guildmaster himself, no less!

"Keep it up, Team Silver Axe. You're doing a great service for the people. I hope your name becomes an inspiration in the years to come." With that wish, the Wyrdeer rose, and left the room.

"...Seems we're doing quite good together," Rufina noted. "Silver Rank already…Next thing you know, we'll be knocking on Gold and Platinum. …Hey, you think we can make it to Grandmaster Rank?"

"...Maybe. But let's not get ahead of ourselves," Mitrofan advised. "That's still a long way off, and only the truly exceptional have been given the reward of Grandmaster Rank. …Let's just focus on putting one foot in front of the other. I think we have the potential to reach a high rank, but it will still be a while before we reach Gold Rank. But if we don't rest on our laurels and keep at it, then…it may come sooner than we expect."

"At least you ended on a good note. I'd hate for you to bring down the mood," the Fraxure said. "...Reaching a new rank…I think it's worthy of a celebration. Don't you think so, Mitt?"

"Hmm…We do have some earnings saved up that we could afford to spend a dinner on," Mitrofan ruminated. "And it is getting close to evening. …Sure. I'd be down to celebrate this recent victory."

"Great!" Rufina was very pleased to hear this. "You know the meaning of splashing out every once in a while. And now that we're moving up in the ranks…we'll have more money rolling in for these kinds of occasions. It's good to have someone like you around, Mitt, who can manage the finances and other shit like that. Not gonna lie…if it were up to me, we'd probably not be in the best situation money-wise."

"True." Mitrofan was fully aware of the dragon's affinity for evenings drinking in the local pub. "We make a good team, the two of us."

"You said it." Rufina held out her hand, and that compelled Mitrofan to reach one of his forelegs out.

They then shook strongly, signifying their burgeoning bond as teammates.

But maybe not just as mercenary partners.

Perhaps…something more than that.

"No! It's not meant to be like this…"

It was meant to be a simple mission. Find some iron ore for a blacksmith in Miroslavsk that he needed for his business. It was one of their 'calmer' missions in between Rufina's thirst for outlaw bounties. It wasn't anything major, and Mitrofan intended for it to be that way. Just a simple mission, in and out of the Mystery Dungeon in no time at all.

However, they were in for a rude awakening. On one of the floors, they scoured the whole floor for the stairs. And when they came to the last possible place they could be…it turned out it was slap bang in the middle of the greatest bane of all Mystery Dungeon delvers.

A Monster House.

The duo were caught completely off guard, and worse still, they found they hadn't adequately prepared many items like petrify or slumber orbs that would make the ordeal easier. Getting through the horde of ferals seemed to be the only option.

Unfortunately, they were massively outnumbered. Rufina found this out the hard way, after finding herself overwhelmed by the sheer number of wild Pokémon ganging up on them. Now she had fainted, and only Mitrofan, who wasn't exactly in the best of shape himself, was still standing. They had expended nearly all their reviver seeds in trying to repel the numbers, and the hope of getting through was beginning to dim.

The stairs, Mitrofan could see. But the horde, though thinned by their efforts, was still a huge obstacle for them. A clean dash through to the stairs was impossible.

Mitrofan grit his teeth, looking at the Pokémon cornering him. Various Rhyhorn, Lileep, Loudred, Skarmory and Simisage crept up on him, each preparing to move in for the kill. The downed Fraxure was an ideal target for them, as was the waning Lairon trying to put up a brave front.

One Rhyhorn that Mitrofan was focused on moved in to attack.

"Get away!" snarled the Lairon, unleashing an Iron Head upon his adversary. His armoured skull crashed against the Rhyhorn, and it was launched back, going unconscious with only a whimper.

Mitrofan turned to face his other opponents. However, in that moment, he realised that something was different since taking out that Rhyhorn. Specifically, something different about him. An energy was suddenly coming over him, and he realised that this feeling was a familiar one.

…Back when he was an Aron.

Am I…? Oh please, let it be so! I need power more than anything right now!

Soon, white energy came over him, and his body began to morph and change. The one instantly apparent to him was his rise onto hind legs, and his forelegs seemed to morph into hand-like claws as he felt himself shift to a more bipedal stance. He definitely felt a huge increase in size and bulk, and his tail lengthened and thickened. Two horns sprouted from his armoured head, and pauldron-like armour formed at his new shoulders. Mitrofan opened his eyes, and saw that he now had quite the height advantage. As well as that, it felt as if a reservoir of power had been into him, and now adrenaline coursed through his veins. Suddenly…it was as if all the enemies before him, once a source of fear, were now effortless obstacles to brush aside.

He knew this feeling. He'd felt it before, when he evolved from an Aron into a Lairon.

And now…he felt it again, as he stood as an Aggron.

The evolution high…

His gaze happened upon the now noticeably smaller Rufina. He reminded himself that she was the ultimate priority. As her partner, I can't leave her. I need to get her out of here first so I can heal her up. He looked towards the stairs, which was still blocked by multiple Pokémon.

Well then…let's see what this new body can do, he thought to himself with a smirk.

He launched an Iron Tail at a nearby Lileep, and was pleasantly surprised by the force of the attack, which was now much stronger with his new, much heavier tail. He tested out his other moves, which all produced just as satisfying results; Iron Head easily swatted away a Skarmory, while the boulders from Rock Slide seemed to pack an even greater punch against the ferals.

He seemed to be carving a way through, much to his delight. A clear path through to the stairs was in sight.

Great. Let's get out of here! Mitrofan thought, as he leaned down to pick up Rufina in his arms (a new sensation to him). Then he barged through, pushing all remaining ferals aside to climb up the steps.

To his luck, the room the Aggron arrived in on the next floor had no wild Pokémon immediately visible. That meant he could focus on reviving Rufina.

He dug through their bag, searching for the item he was looking for. Luckily, his new form made it much easier to rummage. He parted oran berries, apples, and orbs, until he found it - a lone remaining reviver seed. Mitrofan gave it to her, and soon the Fraxure was roused from unconsciousness.

…And nearly falling back into it when she saw her partner.

"Whoa! What the hell?! You evolved, Mitt?!"

"...I did, indeed." Mitrofan didn't bother to suppress his pride in this achievement. "I'm an Aggron now. …And I couldn't be happier."

A still staggered Rufina looked her partner's new form over. "Hot damn…" she remarked, unable to get over just what a growth spurt Mitrofan had gone through in his evolution. She knew Aggron were by no means tiny, but…looking up at him, she couldn't help but voice her thoughts on the matter. "I feel like a right midget now."

"Don't sweat it. You'll probably evolve yourself before long," assured the Aggron. "Then you won't be as small to me."

"...Yeah. Maybe it's time to really focus on that," the Fraxure decided. "That's my new goal now; to evolve into a Haxorus. And I'm gonna give it my all towards achieving that!"

"I'll support you all the way," Mitrofan assured. "...But let's finish this mission first. Let's not forget why we're here to begin with."

The Aggron turned to head towards one of the room's exits. However, his new bipedal stance proved to be a test for him in that moment. One step proved awkward, and before he realised it, he had fallen face-first to the ground.

"Oww…" he moaned. "Damn this new stance! Being on four legs was much easier!"

Combined with the sight before her and the remark of her partner, Rufina burst out in laughter, clutching her stomach with how much she was laughing. And Mitrofan, seeing the humour of the situation and finding the Fraxure's laughter contagious, joined in.

It was an evident sign of great relations, that the two were getting on very well indeed.

Relations great enough…to transform into something else.

Platinum Rank. It had once seemed a distant fantasy to achieve such a high standing to Mitrofan, when he was merely a rookie in his previous team with Narcyz.

But now, after many months of slaving away at missions and outlaw hunting, Team Silver Axe had achieved just that. It was a remarkably short time for a team to achieve Platinum Rank that quickly, Yaromir had noted, given that many other mercenary teams often took at least two years to get to that stage. And yet, Mitrofan and Rufina had achieved it in less than that time.

In that time, more had been achieved. Rufina had seen to getting stronger in order to evolve. She upped the amount of the time she spent in training sessions, and gave her all when fighting ferals in Mystery Dungeons, sometimes going out of her way to hunt them down. Mitrofan encouraged her, and acted as backup in case things went south when fighting wild Pokémon. He also acted as a partner for her in training, seeking to keep his new form in shape and to fight with the new stance on being on hind legs.

Finally, her efforts paid off. One day while training, she found her form changing to a bigger dragon with axe-like tusks and yellowish-green scales. There was a whoop of delight from her, and Mitrofan could only congratulate his partner on achieving her goal.

It wasn't long after this that they reached Platinum Rank. This was a cause for celebration, and so the duo found themselves in The Dragon's Rest, a pub and inn in Iria that Rufina frequented. Mitrofan came to know it well, and got to know a number of regulars there.

But now Team Silver Axe was a name on the rise, and a number of patrons cheered the group as they walked in and sat down at a table.

"A toast for greater times to come," Mitrofan proclaimed, when the wine was brought to them. The innkeeper had some in the pantry for special occasions, and allowed the duo to have it given their accomplishments.

"Hear, hear," Rufina seconded, holding up her own glass. "It's all going so well…I hope it can keep being like this."

"As long as we don't rest on our laurels and get complacent, we should be alright," Mitrofan assured. "Some mercenary teams have done just that in the past and it's never ended well for them. Using their earnings to indulge in luxury and lose themselves to the vice of laziness…it's unfortunately an easy trap to fall into once a team becomes famous."

"...Good thing you're around to keep me in order," the Haxorus thanked. "I might well have fallen into that trap if you're weren't around to keep me restrained." She downed her glass of wine, and grabbed the bottle to refill it.

"If you say so. But…I have to thank you too, Rufina," Mitrofan returned. "You're braver than I am. You're the one choosing the challenging missions that yield high rewards. I was always a cautious sort as a rookie. …Perhaps too cautious. I might have still remained in Bronze Rank if you hadn't shown up. Together, with you…I feel the will to be more daring, to face up against challenging foes and delve into Mystery Dungeons I would have shuddered to even think about entering."

"...Yeah. We really compliment each other's weaknesses," noted Rufina, taking another swig of wine. "You think that's the formula to our success?"

"Possibly. Whatever we do…it's certainly working." Mitrofan took a sip of his own wine. "...You're a great teammate, Rufina. I wouldn't want anyone else as my mercenary partner."

"...Really?" Rufina had not expected such high praise for her partner. "No one else? Are you serious, Mitt? Do you really mean it?"

"...I do," the Aggron replied. "Like I said, you've really helped me to overcome my anxieties about taking on challenging missions and facing off against dangerous outlaws. As I see it, Team Silver Axe is a joint effort between us as leaders. There is no one 'boss' of the team. We stand for each other. Neither of us are perfect, of course; that is merely the way we are as Pokémon. But…the way we cover for our weaknesses is near to a perfect combination. I mean it when I say that no one else could take your place for me."

"Mitt…" The Haxorus felt incredibly touched by his words. He could be quite kind when he wanted to be, but this was perhaps the most heartfelt thing she'd heard him say to her. It was definitely heartfelt - her partner was never one to lie or grossly exaggerate. Therefore, she saw his words as the absolute truth.

She was happy to hear this. Because…now she felt confident to admit a truth that she had only been more sure about in recent times.

"Me too, Mitt," she admitted. "I wouldn't want anyone else as my partner too! You always keep a level head and take care of all the complicated team stuff that I wouldn't be interested in at all. Like money. Really, Mitt…I don't know where I would be without you. Definitely not in Platinum Rank, that's for sure. What I'm trying to say is…you've made my life a whole lot better. I'm…glad you came into my life."

"Rufina, you…really feel that way about me?" Mitrofan sounded surprised to hear this.

"Yes, Mitt. In fact, you know what? I'll just come right out and say it." The Haxorus gripped the table, and pushed it to the side. Then she got up, went over to Mitrofan and did something that drew the attention of just about everyone in the inn's dining room.

She kissed him right on the mouth.

Mitrofan's eyes widened in shock at this. But he was only more floored by what came next.

"I love you, Mitt!" Rufina exclaimed, once she retracted from the kiss.

"Wh-What?!" Mitrofan cried out. "You…Rufina…you…" He was too flustered to form a complete sentence.

"Look, maybe it's just the alcohol talking. Maybe I'll regret admitting this and it'll screw this all up. But…" The Haxorus looked at her partner directly in the eye. "I love you, Mitt. Not just as a partner, but as a person too. I don't know when I started loving you. I think it was when you evolved and saved me from that Monster House. That's when I…really began to consider it. But now I'm sure more than ever! Mitt, I love you! I mean it!"

The sincere words took Mitrofan aback considerably. She…loves me. Romantically? Truly? She even kissed me…What do I say? I've never been in a situation like this! He briefly panicked, thinking of a response.

But he managed to compose himself internally and come to a conclusion. …Maybe it's time I take a leaf out of Rufina's book and unleash some brutal honesty of my own. I don't know how deep her love runs, but…it would be wrong to withhold my own feelings.

"I…appreciate your words, Rufina," the Aggron began. "And…you are very dear to me. Like I said, I wouldn't trade you as a mercenary partner for anyone else. …I must admit to you…I've never been in a relationship. I don't know what it means to romantically love someone. I've never had that feeling in my life. I've never been bold enough to give romance a shot. But…your bravery compels me to be honest, and so I…must admit what I think are my feelings." He took a breath, before admitting it.

"I love you too, Rufina."

"Mitt…" Tears of joy sprung from the Haxorus' eyes. "Oh, Mitt! Thank you so much!" She gave him a hug, as best she could with her short arms and his large bulk. "I…really thought I'd made a fool of myself there. …Please, Mitt, tell me it's true. You really love me?"

"I do, Rufina." Mitrofan smiled brighter than he thought he ever had in his whole life. "I'm…really glad you came into my life. You're the closest companion I've ever had, and I can't be thankful enough for it." He leaned forward, and Rufina's eyes widened, realising what he was about to do.

She eagerly returned his gesture, kissing him passionately. Mitrofan in turn found his own bliss in kissing the woman who he admitted his love for. A new sensation, the greatest show of affection he'd ever received or reciprocated in his life until that point, was apparent to him.

Is this what love is…?

Alas, to his immense dismay, Rufina broke off the kiss. A gesture of annoyance overtook her when her eyes saw the patrons with their eyes glued to the pair. None of them dared to make a sound, and all of their attention was focused on Team Silver Axe's newfound feelings for one another.

"Hey, stop gawking!" she yelled out at them, before turning back to her partner. "...Mitt…maybe we should take this someplace else. Somewhere upstairs. Somewhere where we can have a bit of…privacy."

The look she gave him and the tone in which she delivered that last word made Mitrofan do a double take as he realised the implications of this. His heart raced, and a side glance towards their current audience made him realise that…he'd rather they didn't gaze at them like they were a theatre act.

He'd rather their epiphany of love take place somewhere where they wouldn't be interrupted.

And judging by Rufina's prior words…he definitely didn't want to be interrupted for what might be coming next for him.

"Hah…hah…" panted Rufina. "Wow…that was…something."

"It sure was." Mitrofan could only agree, as he lay next to her in their room's double bed. His heart was beating a mile a minute, in sheer exhilaration and partial disbelief at what had just happened in the past few minutes. Certainly, if he was told even this morning that it would culminate into this, he would laugh at the very thought.

But…it had come to pass. And though a voice in the back of his mind whined that it was morally wrong and he would be given hell for this if he found out, Mitrofan was sure about one thing.

I do not regret at all what I just did.

And by the looks of it, Rufina didn't seem to regret it either. She just gazed at him lovingly.

"...I knew I made the right choice," she murmured. "And for your first time, Mitt…you were pretty good." She moved in to give him some kisses on the nape of his neck.

"...Thanks," Mitrofan breathed. "...Have you…been through this before, Rufina? You seemed to know what you were doing."

"Yeah, I have," confessed the Haxorus. "I had a boyfriend some time back, before I joined the Guild. He was alright, but…we split up not long after we began doing each other. Besides…you were much better than his sorry ass. You don't have to worry about me going back to him."

"...I'm glad you think that," the Aggron replied.

The two were silent as they gazed up at the ceiling. Some of the euphoria still remained from before, and they basked in it, content with the current situation. If time stopped there and then, Mitrofan and Rufina would be perfectly happy to remain that way if it meant the feelings of the occasion could be preserved.

The silence was eventually broken by Rufina.

"So…what now?"

"What now?" Mitrofan turned to face her. "You mean…for us?"

"Yeah. You know…I think we've really struck gold together, the two of us. I…want this happiness to last," Rufina admitted. "But I feel we've jumped straight to the action rather than all of the stuff you're meant to do in a relationship before that."

"...That doesn't mean we can't do things like go on dates," Mitrofan replied. "I would certainly like that, between missions. I, too, want this happiness between us to last. …Then maybe at some point in the future, we can marry and…enjoy our bliss as a married couple."

"Yeah…That sounds nice." Rufina smiled. "But…maybe we can think about those kinds of things in the morning. I wanna get some shut-eye."

"Yes…I agree." The Aggron felt tiredness encroaching on his own end. "...Our first sleep as a couple in the same bed. I couldn't agree more to that. Come here, Rufina."

"Sure thing." The Haxorus moved closer to her lover - her lover, that she happily reminded herself. Wrapped in the comfort of the arms of his larger form, she had no trouble getting off to sleep.

"Mitt…there's something I need to tell you."

The two were on a rescue mission in a Mystery Dungeon, known as Craggy Canyon, at the foot of the Empyrean Mountains in southeastern Selenia. But this was a strange instance in which the duo did not leave immediately after rescuing the one in need. This had already been done, finding the missing Butterfree on the sixth floor, but to Rufina's surprise, Mitrofan insisted that they carry on until the end of the Dungeon.

She had come to know him well. She knew he had good reason to insist this. Knowing him…it might well have been to reveal something important. Given the love that was blossoming between them…she went along with it.

However…she had a revelation of her own to tell him. And she wasn't sure what his reaction would be.

"What would that be?" asked Mitrofan, as they walked through a corridor.

"...I can't tell you about it here," the Haxorus replied. "I'd…rather tell you when we won't be jumped on by a feral."

"...Fair enough," Mitrofan conceded. "We're on the last floor of this place anyway. Once we find the stairs, we'll be at the end."

Not long after that, after going through a few more rooms and effortlessly dealing with any wild Pokémon that stood in their path, Mitrofan and Rufina found the stairs. They went up the stairs to the final floor, and what was awaiting Rufina was a glorious sight.

It happened to be evening, and the rays of the setting sun painted a beautiful picture on the landscape that could be seen below them. They were far from high up in the Empyrean Mountains - indeed, many more mountains dominated the rocky outcropping where they were now - but the view was enchanting enough to more than satisfy those seeking a picturesque outlook.

It was the perfect place for what Mitrofan planned to reveal to Rufina. However…what she said nagged at him, and he wanted to know what it was.

"So, Rufina," he began, once they had a quick look around to make sure they were alone. "What do you want to tell me?"

The Haxorus was silent, considering her words. Mitrofan noted that she seemed oddly fidgety, as if she was nervous to admit the truth. This observation, he was correct on; Rufina was agonising over whether what she was about to tell him would spoil the atmosphere between them. The last few weeks between them as a couple had been some of the best and happiest times she'd ever experienced. She was certain of her love for the Aggron. Therefore…she was wracked with the fear that her news would destroy all of that.

You're going to have to tell him at some point, she told herself. Might as well be now, before things get complicated later on.

"...Is it good or bad?" Mitrofan's question snapped her out of her thoughts.

"...Depends on how you look at it," Rufina answered. "...But I just…really don't want this to ruin this relationship we have going right now."

"Well, what is it, then? Admitting it is the only way we'll find out."

"...You're right." The dragon took a long, deep breath, and began. "I…haven't been feeling right in the past few days. You've surely noticed that, right?"

"...I have, actually," Mitrofan noted. "You've gone to bed early for a few nights now. That's…not like you at all. It's a bit different from the days when you'd party until the sun came up, and I'd have to come and get you so you'd wake at a reasonable hour." That had been in their earlier days. It hadn't been all smooth sailing; Team Silver Axe had their moments of tension and arguing throughout their tenure.

"Well, I went to see Helena to check that it wasn't anything serious. But when I told her of my symptoms, she…came to a conclusion that's pretty plausible. I…still can't believe it…" Her voice trembled, fearful of having to admit the truth.

"...What is it, Rufina?" Mitrofan noticed his partner's fear, and dark thoughts came into his head. Is it serious? Please tell me it isn't…

Rufina then said it. The truth that she was afraid to confess.

"Mitt…I think I'm pregnant."

"Pregnant?!" The Aggron reeled back in shock. "...How? The two of us, we've only mated once! We've never done it since!"

"Yeah, well…that might've been enough. I definitely haven't been with any other men. …But that's not important to me." Rufina shook her head. "Mitt…you…are you okay with this? The fact that I'm with child before we've even decided to marry? It's just…" Once again, that fear came to the fore. "...I really don't want this to ruin everything. Please, Mitt…please stay with me…"

"Rufina…" Mitrofan felt moved by his lover's emotion. And that compelled him to quell her fears. "...I wouldn't dream of leaving you over this. A child, together…it's every couple's dream. I've always wanted a child to call my own one day. And…I'm all too glad I'm having a child with you, the woman I love. Who cares if it was premarital conditions we had a child under? I don't care - for you, I would gladly make an exception."

"Mitt…!" Rufina sniffled, trying to hold back tears.

"...That being said…'' Mitrofan continued. "If we are to have a child together, and look after it as parents, then there is one thing we must do first. In fact, I had planned to do this from the beginning. But…your announcement now is all the more reason to do this."

He rummaged through their bag, until he found the item in question. He'd smuggled it in and kept it secret from Rufina the whole time. There was good reason for this, of course. Showing to her would ruin the whole surprise.

He took out a small box, got on his knee and opened the box to reveal a ring.

"Will you marry me, Rufina?"

"..." Rufina was stunned by the gesture, so much so it took her a few seconds to reply.

"Marry you?" Despite emotion still gripping her voice, she tried to steer towards a response more typical of her, after taking another deep breath. "...What the hell do you think my answer's going to be, after experiencing the greatest time of my life with you these past few weeks? I'd be mad if I turned you down!"

Mitrofan smiled. That's her, alright. The woman I want to marry…

"...Of course I'll marry you," she said, a warm smile across her face. "I've already said a million times that I love you. And I'll say it a million times more if you aren't already convinced."

"...Don't worry, I am," assured the Aggron. "I love you dearly, Rufina. More than anyone else on this continent, and in this world."

"I know you do. Hell…there's physical proof of that now." Rufina pointed to her belly. "Guess we got a headstart on that side of things, huh?"

"Indeed we did. …That's also what I meant earlier by more reason behind the proposal," explained Mitrofan. "I have a responsibility - two, actually - now that I've fathered a child. To never leave your side…and to see to it our child grows up with a father."

"I hope so," Rufina stated. "I'd never forgive you if you ran off like other men would do." She dropped this topic briefly, to take the box from her lover. "...Nice ring. Where'd you get it?"

"A jeweller's in Lukomoria," Mitrofan answered. "I knew a man who did wedding rings, and I asked him to craft a pair for me. He did a fine job."

"And you picked a damn good time and place to present it." Rufina gestured out over the land and the setting sun. "That's one hell of a view. …I hope I don't ever forget this moment."

"Nor do I," her lover, or rather her fiancé, replied. "...Do you want to watch the sun set?"

"...Sure. You wanna roast some berries while we're at it? There's enough sticks and flintstones here to make a fire."

"Yes, I would like that."

And so that became their evening, with the newly engaged couple enjoying their first meal as one. Once she'd gathered materials for the fire and got it started, Rufina lay next to Mitrofan, who wrapped his arm around her in a comforting gesture. They watched, as the sun began to dip below the horizon and the night sky began to lay out its canvas.

"...We must tell everyone about this when we get back." Mitrofan's words broke through the content silence.

"...Yes. We must." Rufina could only agree.

"...Another week over as Guildmaster." Mitrofan's voice sounded exhausted as he lay back against the sofa. "I tell you…I don't know how Yaromir did it. All that administration, and organisation, and restocking food supplies, and the sheer logistics of it all…" He let out a long, deep sigh. "It sure hasn't been easy…"

"You think that's hard?" A snort came from the other couch, and the Aggron looked over to see Rufina. "Try looking after this little scamp for a week. You'll be absolutely floored after two days."

Notably, she wasn't alone. In her arms lay a tiny Axew, bundled in a small blanket. It was a little boy, who Mitrofan and Rufina had named Stiliyan. The married couple were immensely proud of him, and he won the hearts of any visitors who saw him with his cuteness.

As he was a hatchling, though…he did come with all of the difficulties of raising a baby like him, as Rufina had found out. The Haxorus had many sleepless nights thanks to him, and it got to the point where her body clock had been adjusted to wake up in the middle of the night to look after him. Still, it wasn't unusual - many mothers Rufina sought the advice of had informed her of difficulties such as this, and also, her good friend Zenobia, who was now married to Kallias and had her own daughter, a Treecko named Elvira, had similar difficulties with her own newborn.

"...I see he takes after you, then," Mitrofan playfully joked.

"...You're lucky I love you more than anything, otherwise I'd give you a right hiding for that," Rufina muttered. "...I'd say he takes after you in some ways. He definitely has your eyes, for one. And you know what? I bet he'll grow up admiring you. After all…being the new guildmaster of the Irian Guild is nothing to sneeze at. I bet money he's going to aim to be just like you when he grows up."

"...I suppose so." Mitrofan looked at his son. "...Don't worry, Stiliyan. I'll get over these growing pains, and give you a guildmaster to look up to!"

Stiliyan made a coo of happiness. He was still very young, incapable of speech. However, his joy was enough to make his father smile.

"...We created one cute kid, didn't we?" Rufina remarked. "...I'd be up for having more if they're as charming as him. And hey…good thing the way to make kids is one of the best pastimes in the whole world," she added with a smirk.

"...You sure crave your lovemaking," remarked Mitrofan, knowledgeable of their affairs under the sheets. That being said…there was one thing he had observed in the months since Rufina had Stiliyan. "Your appetite is insatiable sometimes."

"I know." The dragon seemed proud to admit that. "And as long as you're still in my life, I'll always want more. That's the best part of being married; we can do it whenever we want, and it's all for free. And to prove that…I want to go again tonight," she uttered sultrily.

"Do you now?" Mitrofan retorted with an eye roll. "Why am I not surprised? At this rate, we'll have a second child by this time next year."

"Go on, admit it. You love the nights we have together," Rufina replied, walking over to him with Stiliyan in her arms. "I can't believe some people call that sin lust, as if it's something to be ashamed of. Piss off! If that's sin, then sign me up if it means I can enjoy all the pleasure here on Ardalion with you!"

"...Those are daring words." Her husband leaned in to kiss her on the neck. "I hope you don't regret them if lust does earn you a one-way ticket to hell."

"Oh, shut up. That abstinence to save your soul talk's a bunch of crap. I'd bet money that archbishop fellow who preaches it - what's his face? Don't know, don't care - has a mistress or two that satisfy him while he preaches abstinence to all of us. I've heard those rumours that have been going around …Tch. Hypocrites like him make me sick. People like him deserve the worst judgement Arceus has got."

"Quite a claim to think Archbishop Innokent has mistresses. …Still, I never was a churchgoer. Could be possible."

"Hmm…you know, you never answered my question," Rufina reminded.

"What question?"

"Do you enjoy the nights of passion we have?"

"...Well…the fact that I eagerly partake says it all, doesn't it?" Mitrofan kissed his wife again.

"Good point. That was a stupid question." Rufina returned the kiss, only more passionately than her husband's efforts. "Mmm…I love you so much."

"And I you." Mitrofan returned a more passionate kiss. "...Let our love last until the end of time."

"...You said it, Mitt. I'll never stop loving you, no matter what happens."

"...I don't blame you for wanting to reclaim the happiness of the past, Master Mitrofan," Nikita condoled. "I can't say I knew how much you loved Rufina, nor can I even comprehend the emotions of romance. But…they can compel people in life-changing ways. …And, in your case, country-changing ways."

"...That is what has happened, yes," murmured the Aggron. He curled his fist. "If only she were here by my side…then I would have some much-needed guidance. …Then again…" He looked wistfully out at the city. "Her disappearance is the whole reason I'm in this mess in the first place."

"...Indeed," Nikita murmured.

"…Grrrahhh!" he growled in annoyance, slamming his fist down on the stone of the balcony's edge. Cracks formed in it. "Damn it all! The worst part of it all is that I've gotten my revenge already on that vile man! And yet…I'm still no closer to finding where my family is! Five years we've searched for them…and all results have turned up fruitless."

"...We have combed Selenia thoroughly for them, Master," the Marowak reasoned. "...We can only apologise that we have not found them yet. I know that Spiridon kicks himself over it too."

"...I can't say I blame you," Mitrofan replied, his tone bitter. "Selenia is a vast country. Searching every nook and cranny for them would prove tedious. …Contentious even, if we have to search the cellars of noble houses where they might be. That might upset the delicate balance we have with nobles who may decide to turn against us."

"...Perhaps they lay beyond Selenia?" Nikita suggested. "Spiridon proposed this once."

"...Perhaps they do. But then we involve ourselves with other countries…and that has the potential to go awry. …Especially if she's being held in the East. I expelled their diplomats from here so that they couldn't try to control me. They won't puppeteer me as they did with Kliment."

"...We'll keep such operations covert," assured the Marowak. "That is, should you order us to carry out such searches."

"...I may well do," the Aggron murmured.

He didn't speak for another while, staring out at the city blanketed by the night. Nikita said nothing, instead remaining on standby. It wasn't just to make sure a potential attacker that could strike would be cut down quickly by him, but…it was also for another reason.

I don't want him to be alone.

"...Part of me truly considered telling Dalibor the truth about Rufina." Mitrofan spoke once again.

"Did you?"

"...Yes. I only retracted on the basis that it would mean dredging up painful memories of what exactly happened five years ago. …If we were alone where no one could hear us, and I could divulge my feelings fully without the fear of him leaping to conclusions, then I'd definitely tell him. But…I don't want a repeat of what happened with Team Marshwood and a good chunk of the Guild."

"Ah. You mean…the 'jumping to conclusions' part?"

"Yes. You were lucky, Nikita. You and Spiridon. You saw me that day five years ago. You understood what was happening. You heard the info we got out of those shady people. …An outsider would have a tough time believing it. …Even good friends would have trouble believing that story." He gripped the balcony wall tighter. "...I wanted them to come with me. But they refused. And so…a gulf appeared, and it gets wider day by day. To the point where when my good friend Kallias is missing, I can't even offer a shred of sympathy. …It would be for the better if he didn't resurface. All that charisma, and he'd use it against me rather than in the name of the common good."

"...I agree, Master Mitrofan," Nikita replied. "...Often, the past is better left buried in the ground, and we only cause ourselves pain in trying to dig it back up again. The nobles cause themselves pain by trying to believe that Prince Leonid is still alive. Melchior no doubt pains himself over Kallias' disappearance and the hope that he's out there somewhere. My past before you is nothing but misery and woe. And if it is my place to say this, Master Mitrofan…even you are guilty of this through your remembrance of Rufina. It's not my intention to be cruel, and I'm not suggesting for one minute you move on or forget her. I just…hate seeing you like this."

"I'm not invincible, Nikita. You know that better than anyone," Mitrofan returned. "Even I must bear my emotions sometimes. …At least I can do so around you. You would never judge me in the way that others would."

"That's not my duty, Master Mitrofan," the Marowak replied. "My only purpose at this point is to be by your side. I'll gladly listen to your woes if that is your wish."

"...Thank you, Nikita." The Aggron turned to Nikita, a small, sad smile crossing his face. "I'm glad you were here to listen."

"Anytime, Master Mitrofan."

The ruler of Selenia headed back into the room, closing the balcony doors behind him and getting into the bed.

"I'll try and sleep. I doubt I'll get any, but…I might as well try."

"...Very well. Good night, Master Mitrofan." Nikita opened the door to head out into the hallway. He looked back to see the Aggron getting under the blankets. "I'll see you in the morning."

Those were his last words before he shut the door.

Notes

And here it is. A flashback and a bearing-of-the-heart chapter that I quite enjoyed writing.

The story of Kirkyard Cúán mentioned by Spiridon is based on the story of Greyfriars Bobby.

Lysagora is named after Bald Mountain, a location in Slavic mythology translated to Łysa Góra in Polish.

Yes, Monster Houses are in this. And this definitely won't be the last time we encounter them.

I observed while writing this that the Aron line is one that becomes bipedal when it evolves. A bit of food for thought for those anxious about what Sprigatito's evolutions will look like; going bipedal isn't necessarily a bad thing. (Also while I'm bringing up Sprigatito, I'll definitely look to include Gen 9 Pokémon in this story, once Scarlet and Violet come out later in 2022.)

Thanks for reading - I enjoyed writing this chapter a lot. See you next time.

Arukona · Oct 16, 2022

Special Episode 1
Seven Years Ago
Part 1 - A Strange Brew

"What do you mean, no missions today?!" protested Axel to Sifis. For some reason, the Galvantula was not in his usual position behind his desk, sorting out mission requests, but instead he stood in front of the path to the entrance.

"Sorry, but the ladder has to be replaced," Sifis explained. "It had dry rot, and collapsed in half yesterday evening. So we'll need a new one to replace it."

"I could go out, though. I could easily climb up that!" Axel insisted.

"That is what I intend for you to do, Axel," Melchior said, as he came upon the scene from his office, with Terran in tow. "You can climb up there without aid. Likewise, Natalie can fly up there without much issue. Therefore…I would like to assign the two of you to head to the local carpenter's to make us a replacement ladder."

"Me and Natalie?" Axel reacted to the unusual combination. "...Sure, I guess. I have no problem with that."

"I guess I could do that," Natalie replied. "Gonna be weird workin' without Serafina, though…"

"Great. The sooner it's done, the sooner we can get back out to do missions again. It will take some time for the carpenter to construct it, though, so…do note that," Melchior advised.

"Sure thing, Chief," Axel said. "Come on, Natalie. Let's go."

"...'Kay."

The two left. The other members watched them leave, before turning to each other.

"...Well, that's a right bummer, innit?" grumbled Ishmael. "People waitin' for us to get missions done for 'em, and the best we can give 'em is bugger all."

"Let's not grumble, Ishmael," Lillian chastised. "We just need to find some way to use up our time until Axel comes back and we can tease him about being alone with a girl for the day."

"...S'pose ya got a point." A grin crossed Ishmael's muzzle. "What do ya wanna do then?"

"Read a bit. We haven't done that in a while."

"...Fine, I guess." The remaining members of Team Sandstream then traipsed off to their room.

Team Mindfist made the decision to head off to Galen's dojo. That left Team Elpis to ponder that same question.

…Until Arian suddenly realised something he'd mentally filed away in Iria to ask Melchior about. Well, what better time than now?

"Melchior!" he called out to the guildmaster as he was going back to his office. However, he was interrupted by a noise of discontent from Terran.

"Guildmaster Melchior!" he angrily insisted. "How many times do I have to tell you? Show him some respect!"

"...Oh, sor-ry," Arian replied, in a tone that implied he was anything but. That had been something of an irritant he'd found about Terran; how the young Larvitar always insisted on treating Melchior with the respect he deserved. This irked Arian. Melchior has no problem with being called without his title, so why should Terran make a hissy fit over it?

Then again, he always seemed to be grumpy over something or another. Sometimes, it wasn't worth the trouble to argue, so Arian just went along with what the Larvitar insisted.

"Guildmaster Melchior!" he called out again.

The Swampert turned around. "Yes, Arian?" he asked.

"I want to ask you something," the Riolu queried.

"And that would be…?"

"...What exactly happened seven years ago?"

Melchior's expression shifted slightly at the mention of the last three words.

"...Why do you ask? Do you not know? I think I remember telling you once that we dealt with a plot that Hinnerk was involved in where he smuggled goods."

"Yeah, but…I want to know the full details," Arian said. "I was thinking…what, with all Dalibor went through and why Mitrofan is the way he is and how exactly you and Kallias got Grandmaster Rank…it feels like the answers lie in what exactly happened seven years ago."

"...I see your point," Melchior conceded. "...We have time to talk while the ladder is being fixed. Come to the office, and I'll tell you."

"Elvira, are you coming?" Arian asked his partner.

"Of course. I'll tell you bits of what I know," Elvira offered. "But Melchior was at the thick of what happened seven years ago. He'd know far more than I would. Even so…I'll tell you what I can."

Team Elpis walked to the office, behind Melchior and Terran. Once they reached there, the Swampert sat down at his desk, while Arian and Elvira took seats opposite him. Terran, meanwhile, set about cleaning the room, a background noise to the storytelling the guildmaster was about to tell.

"Seven years ago…" Melchior said, before taking a moment to compose his thoughts. "...It was a time far different from now. Where the Irian Guild was at its height of prestige, when Mitrofan was its guildmaster, and when I was still a mercenary in Team Marshwood with my good friend and partner Kallias. Selenia was still under the control of Tsar Kliment, and there definitely weren't any mercenaries being persecuted because of who they were. …It was a better time.

"But…that didn't mean it was free of hardship. As I'm about to tell you…darkness did exist back then, and if it had succeeded, the end results would have been devastating."

Seven years ago…

It was a crisp, summer's day just outside of Iria. The sun shone brightly, but thankfully, it wasn't blisteringly hot. Rather, there was a pleasant breeze coming off from the sea.

At this time, there was a sense of excitement and celebration about the capital. It was to be Tsar Kliment's silver jubilee in two weeks' time, and preparations were being made for it. Festive bunting was being held up all around Iria, and a holiday was announced for everyone in the city. Just about every Selenian noble would be there, and additional transport in aerial taxis and boats along the Miroslav Canal was being organised so more people could attend the events in the capital.

Given their prestige, the Irian Guild was asked to help out with the set-up of the festivities. This was a good source of revenue for up-and-coming mercs to do in between missions. But sometimes, even the more well-renowned mercenaries did it.

Two such mercenaries were none other than Team Marshwood. After spending the morning working on hanging up bunting in the streets, they returned to the Guild itself to tackle a standard-grade mission. After all, they still had a job to do as mercenaries to help out those who requested their aid.

As they descended into the Guild, they found a familiar face waiting for them.

"Hello, Mitrofan," greeted Kallias. "It's a wonderful day for missions, isn't it?"

"Indeed it is," the Aggron returned. "...I see you two took up the setup of the jubilee celebrations this morning."

"We did," Melchior confirmed. "It's gearing up to be quite a celebration. I should imagine the streets will be packed when the day comes to celebrate it."

"I imagine it will," Kallias replied. "My family will be there. …I do hope it won't be too much for Elvira. Even Zenobia, I'd worry about…"

"Crowd control will be in place, no doubt," Mitrofan said. "Don't worry about the knights being stretched thin. There's plenty in place already, and in the event of an emergency, Marshal Branislav has requested that mercenaries from here help them to fill in the gaps."

"Ha! Isn't that rich!" sneered another voice that came upon the scene. "Even the mercenary hater has to hire mercs when he needs them! I would love to have seen his face writing that letter."

Team Marshwood turned to see two new faces arrive from behind them; a Haxorus and a Cubone. The former had a smug grin on her face.

"Ah, Rufina." Kallias gave a bow of acknowledgment. "Yes, that is quite ironic, isn't it?" He adopted his own satisfied smile. "The old marshal must have been seething with anger."

"And I bet he was absolutely furious when this news came in!" the Haxorus chortled. "...Give it to Mitt, Niki."

"Um…S-Sure," the Cubone stuttered nervously, walking over to the Aggron. "H-Here you go, Guildmaster."

"Thank you, Nikita." Mitrofan took the paper from him. He read it over, and found himself pleasantly surprised by what he read. "...Well, well…this is certainly something."

"What is it?" wondered Melchior.

"...It's a demand from Tsar Kliment," the Aggron announced. "He wishes for representatives from the Irian Guild to be in the parade on the day of the jubilee. And specifically…he wishes for Team Marshwood and Team Silver Axe to represent the Guild."

"That's great news!" the Swampert replied. "I'm…rather honoured to have been selected for such a historic event."

"...It's to be expected, I guess." Rufina's reaction was a bit less acclamatory. "I mean, we've done so much for people around Ardalion, and especially in Selenia. There'd be outcry if he didn't include us in the parade! It'd be another example of nobles taking all the glory while us common lot suffer in silence!"

"But you are glad to be in the parade, aren't you, Rufina?" Kallias asked.

"Oh yeah, of course!" the Haxorus replied. "Being recognised for their glory is every mercenary's dream! Plus, it'd be great to show those mercenary-hating nobles that we're a part of Kliment's success. It's always great when we have the upper hand against them. Particularly Branislav. I tell you; any more wins for us, and he's going to burst a blood vessel!" She chortled at this.

"Now, now, Rufina," reminded Mitrofan. "Branislav is just as respected as us in the Guild, if not more so. It wouldn't be good if bad-mouthing of his name reached him. It might well result in the revocation of this honour Tsar Kliment has given us. Just over the jubilee week, could you tone that down slightly?"

"...If you say so." Evidently, though, Rufina wasn't happy about that. "If you're the one telling me, Mitt, I'll do it. Anyone else, and I'd tell them to put a sock in it. …Good job you're still as charming as ever." She went over to her husband and kissed him.

"...This is what I have to deal with," the guildmaster said to Team Marshwood, with mirth in his expression.

"Oh, shut up, Mitt," Rufina fired back, with a similar joking look on her face that only a married person could have. "I'm not wrong, am I? Good thing I claimed you early before other girls could be swooned by a hunk like you."

"Oh, Rufina's back! Yeah, I should've known once I heard the open flirting," another voice came from deeper inside the Guild. From one of the hallways leading to the dormitories, a Hawlucha and a Grimmsnarl emerged.

"Says the unmarried one," shot back Rufina at the Hawlucha who had spoken. "Besides, even you would agree that Mitt's a looker, wouldn't you, Spiridon?"

"...You know, I would, but…I don't swing that way." Spiridon gave a glance to Mitrofan. "...No offence, Mitt."

"None taken," Mitrofan immediately responded. "...But as fun as it is, let's not get sidetracked with endless banter. There are still many more duties that need to be carried out for the jubilee, and we must not forget our own jobs as mercenaries."

"Then I suppose we'll take a request that takes us out of town," Melchior said. "We've already done jubilee preparations for today, so we'll take a run-of-the-mill request." They went over to the request board, where a Galvantula was pinning requests to the notice boards. However, just as they arrived, they noticed him gazing at a request with puzzlement written on his face.

"Hey, Krim," Kallias greeted. "Something up?"

"Yeah," Krim answered. "This mission…it's a tad peculiar. It's different from what we've been getting."

"Give us a look here," the Sceptile requested. The Galvantula handed him the request, and he read it. "Hmm…you're right; this is strange."

"What is it, Kallias?" Melchior asked. Kallias showed him the request.

I've noticed some strange activity going on around Limestone Cavern, where various Pokémon seem to be entering and leaving the place at nighttime. It seems suspicious to me. Then again, it might be nothing. Could some of you fine Irian Guild folks check it out just to make sure there isn't a misunderstanding?

- Karina (Murkrow)

- Reward: 250P

"Interesting," Melchior murmured. "Normally, it's 'Hunt down this outlaw,' or 'Find my lost friend or item.' Scouting out somewhere for suspicious activity…this is a bit unusual, alright."

"Not that it matters," Kallias replied. "We take on all kinds of missions at the Irian Guild, no matter how small they are. And who knows? It could be just kids playing in Mystery Dungeons. But…if it's the work of criminals, then we can't ignore it. After all, it's worked for us in the past to pursue leads like this. Remember, Melchior, how an inkling request like this one led to us discovering the looted treasures stolen from House Melnyk a few years back?"

"You're quite right." That was among the many missions that had earned Team Marshwood a golden reputation. House Melnyk, the lords of the Morskoya oblast to the west of Iria, were indebted to them, and had become frequent requesters of the Guild's aid. "We'll take this one, then."

"Sure. Hope you can get to the bottom of it," Krim said. "Good luck, you two."

"Thank you, Krim." Kallias turned to those they had been talking to. "We'll see you all before long."

"...Back on the road with barely a moment's rest," Mitrofan murmured. "...You are an asset to our guild, Team Marshwood. Never let that determination falter."

"Thanks, Mitrofan," Melchior returned. "Come on, Kallias. Let's go and get organised for this."

And so the duo headed up the stairs and out of the Guild, strolling along the road to Iria.

"...It's a beautiful day," Kallias remarked, looking out at the sea. "...Knowing Elvira, she's probably frolicking on the beach just outside her house. And it's not too warm, either. So hopefully Zenobia should be able to enjoy this too. …I suddenly want to go see them."

"You'll see them at the jubilee," assured Melchior. "I presume they're coming to Iria?"

"Oh, of course. I wouldn't want them to miss this for the world," the Sceptile answered. "It'll be a day to remember. At the very least, it'll be a great day out for them. …I probably don't need to ask, but Paulina's coming out as well, is she?"

"Yes, she is," confirmed Melchior. "I haven't seen her in a while, either. She's doing okay, though. I got a letter from her yesterday."

"Good to hear. It truly feels like everything's falling into place. Like nothing can go wrong next week."

Kallias began to hum a happy tune to himself, evidently in a good mood. However, as they got close to Iria, the good mood vanished upon seeing a certain figure. They got closer to the figure in question, and the Sceptile's gaze hardened at the sight.

The other Pokémon was a black-and-white striped quadruped with red eyes, and they looked about as pleased to see Kallias as he did to them.

"Well, if it isn't the Best Behaved Brothers," mocked the Linoone. "Out to be suck-ups to every single person to ever exist again?"

"...If it isn't Mr Doom-and-Gloom himself," Kallias scowled. "I wouldn't expect the likes of you to understand the way we do things, Hinnerk."

"Come now, you two. Let's be civil about this," Melchior said, trying to play the mediator.

"Butt out, Mel," growled Hinnerk. "You're as bad as each other, earning praise from some stupid client? 'Oh, Team Marshwood's brilliant! Team Marshwood's invincible! Melchior's so handsome! Kallias should be tsar!' It makes me sick!" he snarled. "Use that damn clout instead of sitting on it until you die!"

"...You never will understand," Kallias shot back. "If you worked half as hard as you insulted, you would already be at Diamond Rank. …No wonder Mitrofan's kept you low on the Guild's rankings. The fact you even managed to get Bronze Rank is a wonder to us all."

"Shut up!" the Linoone hissed. "Goody-goody-two-shoes like you two…I hate your guts. Especially you, Kallias!"

"The feeling's mutual," Kallias curtly returned. "I can make better use of my time by not listening to your rubbish. And that's just what I'll do." With that, the Sceptile walked towards the capital in a huff, followed by Melchior and leaving Hinnerk behind.

"...You need to learn to ignore him," the Swampert said, once the Linoone was far out of sight.

"Somehow, I feel like ignoring him isn't the answer," Kallias replied. "He's bad news, that man. Look the other way, and he's probably out vandalising walls or pickpocketing passersby. I'd bet a lot that man's a petty criminal. The only reason's he's even in our Guild is because he has nowhere else to go. …I can appreciate Mitt's hatred for homelessness and wanting to get rid of it, but…"

"...Let's not worry about him," Melchior decided. "Let's focus on preparing this mission."

"Agreed. The less I think about him, the better." As he said this, Kallias peered into their bag. "Yes, we should definitely get some items. Off to the Merchant's Quarter we go…"

Lukomoria was a small town in southeastern Selenia. It wasn't a major town when compared to other Selenian settlements (especially to Iria, which dwarfed it in size). However, in the context of the rural Vitor oblast in which it was located, it was the largest town there. It became a settlement due to travelling merchants from nearby Miletos resting there after trekking over the daunting Empyrean Mountains, or Selenian merchants resting before climbing over them to Miletos. Over time, a community sprouted to cater for these merchants, with inns and supplies being set up there. Before long, a small town had emerged, and in the establishment of the various oblasts of Selenia, due to its recognition as the largest settlement in the surrounding area, it was designated to be the place of the lord's residence in the oblast that would become known as Vitor.

That was where Kallias and Melchior had travelled to, via a Corviknight Taxi, a transportation system that they and many other mercenaries often utilised when travelling long distances. Thanks to it, they reached Lukomoria by early evening, much earlier than they would've done on foot. And now they were in the local tavern, talking to the client, Karina, in question.

"So you claim there are mysterious figures entering Limestone Cavern?" Kallias asked.

"Yes." The Murkrow seemed to be in her fifties. "Now I know it might be nothing. Could just be teenagers with nothing better to do. I hope I'm not getting paranoid in my old age."

"Could be," ruminated the Sceptile. "But…then again, maybe not. It could be something deeper. Whether or not it's something huge, I'm glad you got in touch with us, Miss Karina."

"And I'm glad to have met Team Marshwood at last," Karina replied. "All those rumours are true. You really are as humble as they say! …I would feel bad, though, if I did end up wasting your time…"

"Don't be," assured Melchior. "Even if it is nothing, we won't be mad. Sometimes missions turn out to be false alarms. If they are hooligans, we'll negotiate with them. If they aren't…well, that waits to be seen."

"...I think maybe we ought to get going," Kallias remarked, looking out the nearby window. "The sun's beginning to set. Maybe we'll see them then."

"We should get going," Melchior said, rising from his seat. "Thanks for informing us of this, Karina. We'll get to the bottom of this."

"I wish you luck," returned the Murkrow. "Hopefully, it's not a waste of time. I hope you two get something from this."

The duo left the tavern, and began heading out of town down the road in the direction of Limestone Cavern. The sun was beginning to set deeper into the horizon. Luckily, they still had plenty of time to get there before night fell.

They eventually reached the Mystery Dungeon's entrance, marked by two torchlights and a sign outside the cavern.

"Hmm…" Kallias looked at the ground. "The ground looks well-travelled. There are indeed people going in and out of this place. …We should hide and watch for any more that enter."

"That would be best," Melchior agreed.

And so the two hid behind some nearby bushes, watching out for anyone that came up to the Dungeon. For a good while, nothing happened, and Team Marshwood quickly found themselves bored. But being the experienced mercenaries they were, they stuck to it, and kept a watchful eye.

Eventually, just as night had finally arrived, Kallias heard footsteps. He gestured a shushing motion to his partner, and Melchior quietly understood.

The two watched as two Pokémon, a Fletchinder and a Thievul, arrived at the entrance. They kept quiet, listening to what these newcomers were saying.

"...What do this lot want this stuff for, anyway?" the Fletchinder asked.

"Who cares? We're being paid good money for it," the Thievul replied. "Let's get this over with and earn some sweet moolah!"

They're earning money for this? Kallias's eyes narrowed in suspicion. …Dirty money, no doubt. So this isn't just hooliganism, then. He looked to their persons, where they each had satchels with them, presumably full of materials of some sort.

"Well, you know the drill. Get through this Dungeon to the end, where they'll be waiting for us. And then we'll have another pile of cash!" The Thievul's eyes shone with glee. "I was thinking about maybe hiring a girl for the night…"

"Whatever. I'm not interested in hearing about what you'll do with your spendings," shut down the Fletchinder. "Let's just get this over with."

The two shady Pokémon headed into the Dungeon. They hadn't noticed the gecko and mudfish hiding in the bushes that had seen everything.

"...Let's give chase," Melchior suggested.

"Agreed. Let's figure out what's really going on here." Kallias moved out of their hiding spot, followed by his partner, and the two went into the Dungeon.

Limestone Cavern

B1F

Kallias and Melchior found themselves in a cave which, as the name implied, was filled with grey limestone walls.

"As you'd expect for this part of the country," murmured Kallias. "...I don't need a lecture on how all of the processes of limestone work again. I won't lie - that guided tour at the information centre in Kamengrad was one of the most boring things I've had to endure."

"Mm," nodded Melchior, recalling his partner moaning about this at some point in the past. "...Didn't you say Elvira enjoyed it?"

"She did." It had been a family occasion a few years back, when Kallias had brought Zenobia and Elvira to Kamengrad one summer. "I'm glad she can glean something from it, at least. She's like a sponge with information, that girl. I hope she can put that to good use when she becomes a mercenary."

"Not long to go now," the Swampert pointed out. "She did turn eleven recently."

"Yes, and as the day comes closer to her joining the Guild, I get more and more excited," Kallias replied. "Honestly, it makes me giddy like a little child sometimes. I have high hopes for her when she enters."

"...We'll show her the way when that day comes," Melchior said. "...But before then, let's focus on doing our own jobs first."

"Agreed. Let's look for the stairs."

For a team that had been doing this for the best part of fifteen years, this had become fairly mundane for them. Hunt down the steps to the next floor, and defeat any wild Pokémon that got in their way. They had been doing it since founding Team Marshwood. And they didn't see their way of doing things this way changing any time soon.

Their experience in this field could be seen in combat. Having honed their skills over the years, the ferals were a cinch, easily being felled by Kallias's Leaf Blade or Melchior's Mud Bomb - the signature moves which had earned them their mercenary names. Time spent in Alba on missions had earned them those names, as the warrior clans of the north were wont to do to mercenaries, typically the famous ones.

"It's only a name," Kallias had remarked about this to fellow Guild colleagues some time back. "I don't love it, I don't hate it. As long as I can keep doing my job as a merc, people can come up with whatever namethey wish for us. Fernblade Kallias isn't half bad a name. I'll take it."

Melchior's sentiments were similar to his partner's. They knew, really, that the nicknames were compliments more than anything. And if they were being praised in that way, it must mean they were doing something right.

Especially so, for a team that had reached the second highest rank possible within the Guild system: Master Rank. It was a rank of high esteem that only dedicated, veteran mercenaries had managed to climb to. It was for those committed to the art of carrying out mercenary missions with the utmost dedication to their clients. This was a cut apart from those that only became a mercenary for the money; Pokémon of that disposition often never reached this high on the totem pole. But if a mercenary stuck to their creed of putting the clients first and foremost, then and only then could they even hope of rising to the height of Master Rank.

However…there was one rank even higher than this one. It was an esteemed honour known as Grandmaster Rank. This was for the truly exceptional of the truly exceptional; it was an honour bestowed on teams jointly by their guildmaster and the ruler of their country. There weren't any strict rules on awarding Grandmaster Rank, but it was generally viewed that the nominees had to do something considerably exceptional for their country, given that the country's ruler had a say in the matter.

Team Hope were one of the lucky few to be awarded Grandmaster Rank, for their instrumental work in the ousting of the Eastern Alliance from Selenia while the tsardom was stewing in ruinous famine two hundred years ago. For mercenaries of the Irian Guild, this was the height to reach for. This was what Grandmaster Rank truly meant, the level of exception that was required for this honour. Plainly, no height had ever been reached since, and as a result, the Irian Guild hadn't bestowed Grandmaster Rank on anyone since Team Hope. The majority of those with Grandmaster Rank were Alban, and none came from Dresilia or Miletos due to their disdain for mercenaries and guilds. ("Officially sanctioned Western brigandry!" the most anti-West purists would cry.)

Kallias and Melchior had no desire to attain Grandmaster Rank. It was like with the nicknames; they would take it as long as it didn't impede their ability to carry out their mercenary work. But certainly, they had no desire to make a big fuss over the occasion. When pressed over what they would do if they were bestowed Grandmaster Rank, they usually responded with having a day of ceremony if they had to, and then returning right back to work the day after.

They were committed to their jobs; that was what made them among the most respected people in the general society, not just in the mercenary business. And it was that commitment that kept them experienced and strong.

Strong enough to bulldoze through the next few floors with no trouble at all.

Limestone Cavern

B6F

"So how deep is this Dungeon?" Kallias asked.

"...Seven floors, I believe," Melchior replied. "We're on the sixth floor, so…we're near the end."

"There's still no sign of those two from earlier," noted the Sceptile. "Let's still keep our wits about us."

They began their search for the stairs. A wild Grumpig came upon them, but two Night Slashes from Kallias saw to the end of that distraction. It was a similar case with a Graveler, who suffered a Muddy Water to the face and was defeated. This became the routine, until eventually, they walked into a room…

…and came face to face with two familiar figures. Specifically…the Thievul and the Fletchinder.

"Ah, there you are!" Kallias exclaimed.

"Wah!"The Thievul jumped. "Who the hell are you?! You're not a feral!"

"That's right. And I've got more than a few questions to ask you. I trust you won't have a problem with that?"

"...Wait a minute…" The Fletchinder sized up both the Sceptile and Swampert before him, and reeled back in horror. "Oh shit! That's…That's Team Marshwood right there!"

"What?! You mean…the Team Marshwood?" The Thievul was aghast. "...Damn…if they know what's going on here, then - !"

"So my theory was correct. There is something nefarious going on here," Kallias said. "What's going on in this Dungeon, you two?"

"You'll have to catch us first!" the Thievul taunted, before turning tail and running away.

…Alas for him, he came into contact with a wild Omastar.

"Oh come on! Get out of my way!" he raged, before engaging in battle with it. However, he also found Kallias coming up on his rear. Flanked on both sides by the Omastar and Sceptile, he suffered a defeat at their hands, slumping to his side in unconsciousness.

"...Thanks for that," Kallias said to the feral. "A pity I have to take you out like this. But…that's just the way it is." A flash of a Leaf Blade, and that was that for the Omastar.

Turning back to the room, the Sceptile saw that his partner hadn't slacked on his end, and pinned down the Fletchinder.

"Tell us. What kind of dealings are you doing down here?" Melchior interrogated.

"D-Don't ask me!" squawked the Fletchinder. "I just do this for the money! I'm not a part of whatever they do!"

"'They?' …Who exactly are 'they?'" the Swampert pressed.

"...I don't know. They just came to us, asking for certain materials and offering good money for them. We thought, 'Why not?' and went in. We don't know what they do with these materials," the fire bird elaborated. "Look! Please! I'm just the messenger! That's all I know! I don't know any more than that! You gotta believe me!"

"...We'll see what's really going on here," Kallias decided. "But if this is illicit business going on here, then you are complicit in it. We'll see what the knights have to say about this when we contact them. Until then, you're coming with us to the end."

"...I don't have a choice, do I?" muttered the Fletchinder. "...Fine. I'll come."

"Good." Kallias picked up the unconscious Thievul. "Let's get to the bottom of this - both the Dungeon and this whole business."

They didn't have to search for long - the stairs were only two rooms away. They traversed into the depths below, wondering what secrets awaited them.

Limestone Cavern

Depths

The first thing that Kallias and Melchior were aware of was the glow of torchlight in the depths of the Dungeon. This was peculiar; normally, Dungeons didn't have this. Therefore…it indicated this place was being used by someone or a group of people.

"...I'm not meant to come past here," the Fletchinder said nervously. "I'm just meant to leave the stuff here, and then leave. That's it. No questions asked. That's how they want it, if I'm going to be paid."

"Well, now you're coming with us across that line," Kallias said. "Let's see just who you've been dealing with."

"...If you insist." The Fletchinder sighed in acceptance, and carried on.

They walked to where the cave seemed to open up. Notably, the sound of rushing water could be heard, meaning they were near a subterranean river, as was common in eastern Selenia. But…the sound of footsteps and people moving around could also be heard. And as well as that…

"...What's that smell?" Kallias asked, sniffing the air. An indescribable odour drifted through the air. It wasn't noxious, but…somehow, it didn't smell nice either.

"It smells…" Melchior took in the air. "...It smells like something's cooking. …But it smells a bit sterile. What is it? It doesn't feel natural, somehow."

"Let's go and have a look," Kallias said, venturing deeper. And soon, they found an unusual sight.

A number of Pokémon were gathered around a brewing cauldron. Whatever was brewing in the cauldron was causing the unusual smell. The Pokémon, approximately four of them, looked up when they heard the footsteps and wing flaps of the entrants.

"Hey!" one of them, an Ambipom, called out angrily, recognising the Fletchinder. "You're not allowed to come here! You're meant to leave your stuff and scram!"

"Look, it's not me! It's them!" The fire bird gestured to the two men to the left of him. "They forced me to come here!"

"Tch! And who arrre zese two?" spat a female Toxicroak with an unusual accent that rolled the r's a lot. "Get out of herrre, beforrre ve make you!"

"Sorry, but I won't leave until you explain what exactly is going on here," Kallias defiantly replied.

"Oh yeah? Says who?" snarked an Ariados.

"Says Kallias and Melchior of Team Marshwood."

That was all that needed to be said. The very mention of the famous team name caused three of the four Pokémon around the cauldron to stiffen in shock.

"Team Marshwood?!" shrieked a Shiinotic.

"Oh shit! We've been found out!" cried the Ariados.

"Crap, crap, crap!" shouted the Ambipom in fear. "There's no way we can beat them in battle!"

"...Zat rrremains to be seen," the Toxicroak said, seemingly unfazed. "Ve vill not let zese merrrcenarrries boss us arrround! I don't carrre if zey arrre famous! Ve vill vin!" She stepped out from behind the cauldron. "Do yourrr vorrrst, merrrcenarrries!"

"...You want us at our worst, eh?" Kallias replied. "...Alright, then, if that's what you want. No holds barred action - watch us as we cut you all down within two minutes!"

"Ve vill hold you to zat!" The Toxicroak got into a battle stance. With a hint of reluctance and wariness, her companions did the same. "Ve vill make you rrregrrret everrr stepping foot in herrre!"

"...Two minutes. That's all it will take." Kallias got ready. "Ready, Melchior?"

"Ready, Kallias."

"Then let's do it."

The Sceptile wasted no time in forming Leaf Blades in his hand. He equally wasted no time in getting into the thick of things, dashing toward the Ambipom and doing battle with him.

"Crap! Double Hit!" The purple monkey swung his attack, but he could not stop the onslaught of slashes coming his way. However, what horrified him was after the Leaf Blade attack, where Kallias followed up with another strike. This time, the energy coming off his Leaf Blades was a light green colour, as he performed a cross slash in the shape of an X.

Many Pokémon could learn X-Scissor, Sceptile being among them. Many used their claws to execute the move. However, Kallias used X-Scissor in a different way; he often combined it with his Leaf Blades. Through this, he cultivated a new method of attack: a move that, deriving from the nom de mercenaire he had been given, he named Ferned Cross Slash.

And it was this attack that resulted in the defeat of the Ambipom. The battle was over as soon as it had begun.

"Dammit…Knew we couldn't win…" were his only words before succumbing to unconsciousness.

Kallias wasn't the only one getting in on the action, though. Melchior was making headway on his own opponents. The Ariados and Toxicroak worked to try and double team the Swampert. This didn't work, though; the Swampert merely used Muddy Water and hit both of them.

However, the Toxicroak took no damage. "Hah!" she taunted. "Yourrr Vaterrr moves vill only be a balm to my Drrry Skin! Take this!" She hurled a Mud Bomb at the mudfish, who weathered the blow.

"Is that so?" Melchior murmured, mud dripping off his frame. "Oh well. A slight snag. Nothing that can't be rectified. …Not a bad Mud Bomb you pulled off there. But…let's just say there's a good reason why I've earned the nickname 'Mud Bomber Melchior.'" In his right hand, he formed a large ball of mud. "Have some of this!" He threw it at the Toxicroak, and it hit her square on.

"Agh!" the poison frog cried out. "You vill pay forrr that!" She turned to her teammates. "Come to me! I need backup!"

"Kinda busy here!" the Ariados cried back. Kallias had engaged combat with him, and very quickly, the arachnid was finding out that facing up against the tree gecko was no joke. The Sceptile was giving him no leeway and the lightning-fast slashes proved to be as painful as they were quick. Particularly when Kallias was using another of his techniques with his Leaf Blades.

"Blackthorn Cross Slash!" This was a combination of Night Slash and Leaf Blade, and the many cuts being dealt to the Ariados were starting to take their toll. By comparison, the spider's own cutting attacks, Slash and Cross Poison, fell far short in dealing enough damage. The combat experience between them both was all too evident, for despite the glaring type disadvantage, Kallias had no trouble one-upping his opponent and knocking him out for the count.

Things were quickly turning against them. The Shiinotic turned to Melchior, and tried to make use of the type advantage. He launched a Sleep Powder intent on putting the Swampert to sleep. However, Melchior merely used Dig to get out of harm's way on that front.

And this was a mistake on the Shiinotic's part, because that left him wide open to Kallias. This was unfortunate, for he was particularly vulnerable to another attack in the Sceptile's arsenal.

"Belladonna Cross Slash!" This was a combination of Leaf Blade and Cross Poison. A few slashes with this attack, and the mushroom fairy, especially weak to the attack, slumped to the floor.

That left only the Toxicroak. She looked at her fallen comrades, then back to Kallias, fury crossing her face.

"You!" She angrily pointed at the Sceptile. "How darrre you! But I vill beat you! A filzy merrrcenarrry like you vill not vin against me!"

"Yes, I will," Kallias said. Then he quickly reached into his bag, and threw a stun seed at her.

"Gah! I can't move! How darrre you!" she raged.

"Now, Melchior!" the Sceptile signalled. With this, the Swampert emerged from under the Toxicroak and struck. But it didn't stop there; with his leap into the air, Melchior conjured a Mud Bomb and threw it downwards at her. Kallias dodged out of the way to avoid being splattered with mud.

"Grrr…" The Toxicroak tried to get onto her feet to make a comeback. But it never happened.

"...Well, I think what I said stands," Kallias said. "That did take about two minutes."

"Yeah…Pity it's not a bet this time," Melchior lightly lamented, in what seemed to be remembrance of a past event. "Remember the look of humiliation on that Exploud's face when we actually succeeded in bringing our enemy down in two minutes? At least he was a man of his word and coughed up in the end."

"Ah, yes. That was brilliant, wasn't it?" Kallias smiled in mirth, remembering that time of the past. "...But as much as I'd love to reminisce, we're not here to do that. We're here to figure out what exactly is going on here. Just why are these people gathered here? And what in the world are they brewing in that big cauldron over there?" He pointed to the item in question, before turning to the mud-covered Toxicroak. "Perhaps you can fill us in, madam?"

"Neverrrr!" snapped the poison frog. "I vill neverrr tell ze likes of you!"

"...There's another thing I'm curious about," Melchior said. "Your comrades seemed to know who we were. But yet you didn't. That's quite a mystery, alright."

"You zink I have time to learrrn orrr rrrememberrr ze names of merrrcenarrries?" the Toxicroak spat.

"It feels like it's basic knowledge for most people. Most outlaws recognise us almost instantly these days. Especially in Selenia. …You must live under quite a rock, madam, to not have heard of us," Kallias observed.

"Where do you come from, for that matter?" questioned Melchior. "You don't sound like you're from around here. I haven't heard anyone in Selenia with your accent. Even those who live in the rural reaches of Karelia and Morskoya don't possess an accent like yours."

"I vill not tell you!" she shouted once again.

"...Hmm…I'll take that as a confirmation that you're not Selenian," Kallias replied. "But that doesn't answer our questions. Who are you? Where do you come from? And what are you doing brewing this suspicious liquid? What is it, and why are you making it here?"

"You ask so many qvestions," the Toxicroak said in irritation. "...But you vill know vat zat is in time. It will be ze beginning…ze beginning of ourrr rrrise from ze ashes! You vill eventually pay forrr zis! Ven ve rrrise again, you vill - "

"Okay, I think we've heard enough out of you," interrupted Kallias. "Let's see if you're still singing the same tune when the knights arrive. …Melchior, shut her up, please."

"Sure thing," the Swampert obliged, and delivered a blow to the Toxicroak's neck. That sent her into unconsciousness.

"She was saying some weird things," murmured Kallias. "A rise from the ashes? Just what was she talking about?"

"I don't know," Melchior replied. "But I don't like the sound of it at all. She said 'we'...that implies more people. …Could she be talking about an underground movement? If so…then this might be quite worrying."

"Yes," agreed Kallias. "The knights should definitely get wind of this. Granted, she might just be muttering nonsense. But…if it runs deeper, then it wouldn't hurt to let them know of this."

"That would be wise," agreed Melchior.

"...But that's not what's bothering me right now." Kallias turned back to the cauldron. "It's that." He walked over to it. "Just what is this?"

Within the cauldron wasn't a bubbling liquid, rather one that had cooled and was now calm. But what struck the Sceptile was the clarity of it. It was as if he was looking at the clearest of waters, and could see directly to the bottom of the cauldron.

It looked so still, and so much like water.

…Too much like water, Kallias thought. Somehow, something doesn't seem right here.

Looking around, he saw other odd items too.

"Bark?" commented the Sceptile. "That's bark off some kind of tree…" Indeed, some clumps of a mossy bark were gathered in a pot. Other clumps of bark were present on a makeshift table. On this table was also a kind of white powder which looked like salt.

"This all looks very strange," Melchior commented. "I don't understand this at all. Just what are they doing down here?"

"...I don't know either. And I get the feeling the Fletchinder dealer doesn't know either." Kallias turned back to the fire bird in question. "Hey. What did you bring down here for these people to use?"

"...I don't know what they wanted it for," the Fletchinder sighed, before tossing a bag the Sceptile's way. "Just take it. The jig's up, anyway. At least if I cooperate, I might get a reduced sentence."

"Thank you." Kallias opened the bag, and found himself surprised by what he found.

"...Flowers?"

They were indeed some flowers. Specifically, a flower with white petals and golden anthers. They looked rather pretty, as if a plot of them wouldn't look out of place in a nobleman's garden. Kallias couldn't help but think that Zenobia would like them. A bouquet of them would no doubt be a great gift for her, he thought in that moment.

"Hmm. What flower is that?" Melchior wondered.

"I don't know. I'm no botanist," the Sceptile said.

"Well...Helena is," the Swampert pointed out, thinking of the head nurse at the Irian Guild. "We could go to her and get her opinion on the matter."

"Indeed. Or…Zenobia," Kallias proposed. "She knows a fair bit about flowers. And if she doesn't know…then we could always take it to Helena."

"...Is that just an excuse to visit her and Elvira?" Melchior presumed.

"...Yes," the Sceptile admitted. "I know I'll see her and Elvira at the jubilee, of course, but…I kinda want to move that forward a little."

"I'd be okay with that," Melchior agreed. "I'm not against the idea of seeing them. A detour to Ozerograd tomorrow wouldn't delay too much time. We would still make it to Iria by late afternoon."

"And then can still inform Helena of all of this," Kallias went on. "...In fact, you know what? She's the one most knowledgeable of this kind of thing among nearly everyone in the Guild. If we gather some of the ingredients, and some of whatever this liquid is, then she might be able to piece together what this is. Maybe it's a long shot, but…we might be able to figure this out with her help."

He dug out one of the canteens of water from the bag, and downed the rest of it. Then he went to collect some of the mysterious liquid. Just in case, he took care not to get any of it on his hand, in case it happened to be a corrosive liquid. Soon, he had a sample that he could show Helena when they returned to the Guild.

Melchior gathered up the other items, and they put them all together in the bag that the Fletchinder had thrown to them.

"What now?" he asked Kallias.

"We get the knights to investigate this place and pick this lot up," Kallias replied, seeing the unconscious four around him, and the two they had brought into this area in the first place. "They should probably know about this, just in case it's something deeper. And if I know how these things usually are…then it probably is. But if it is…I think we need to do some investigating of our own. Best not to mention this - " He gestured to Melchior's bag. " - to them."

"Right. So…back to the town?"

"Yup. And tomorrow…" A smile crossed Kallias' face.

"I get to see my family again."

The next day…

"Just watch, Ellie! I'll beat you yet!"

Three eleven-year-olds were gathered out the front of a humble house just outside of Ozerograd. A Treecko and Pachirisu were in the middle of a spar with one another, while a Petilil sat off to the side and observed with interest.

"Will you now?" Elvira replied. "Well then, come at me, Tamara!"

"Gladly!" With that, Tamara ran forward, and jumped to launch an attack on her opponent. However, she was too open with the attack. Elvira saw this, and sidestepped it, before using Absorb on Tamara.

"Urgh…Nope, I give up," submitted the Pachirisu. "You've gotten a lot better, Ellie. What's your secret?"

"I got in touch with Dad and asked him to give me some pointers after I lost the last match with you," Elvira replied. "He did that, and I've worked hard to put them to use the past few months."

"Wow," Tamara said. "...Your dad's great."

"Yeah…He is," Elvira smiled. She was about to say more, but she was abruptly cut off by another voice.

"Hearing compliments from my daughter never fails to put a smile on my face. Good to see you're putting my advice to good use, Elvira."

"That voice!" Elvira turned, and her eyes shone at who she saw: Kallias and Melchior.

"Dad!" she yelled in delight, as she sprinted towards her father, as he got on his knee and prepared for the inevitable tight embrace.

"How's my girl?" Kallias asked, as the two hugged. "Goodness, you've gotten bigger again since I last saw you. It's only been a few months, hasn't it?"

"Yeah. But it's felt like forever," the Treecko replied. "I had no idea you were coming, Dad! But thanks so much! It's like an early birthday present!"

"Your birthday was earlier this year, remember?" reminded her father. "I got you a book on Miletan myths that you were really happy with. Knowing you, you've probably read it front to back five times over already."

"Well…I can't help it. It's really interesting…" Elvira tried to reason, only to hear slight snickering from Flora and Tamara.

"And that's okay. You should always pursue whatever you find interesting, Elvira," Kallias encouraged. "You could make a hobby out of those kinds of things off to the side when you become a mercenary later on. For now though…revel in the frolics of childhood like hanging out with your friends." He gave an acknowledging nod to Flora and Tamara. "Thank you both for keeping my daughter company."

Tamara couldn't help but give a slight squee at this praise.

"Oh my gosh! Fernblade Kallias praised me!" she whispered in delight to Flora.

"...Seriously? Aren't you used to the fact that our best friend's dad is one of the most famous mercenaries in Ardalion?" Flora deadpanned.

"He's not around most of the time, though," Tamara pointed out. "But he's here now and he just praised me! Eeeeee!"

Flora could only roll her eyes at her friend's reactions. Melchior, who was near to them, noticed this.

"We get a lot of that," he said to the Petilil. "Your friend's not an unusual case."

"...Good to know, Mud Bomber Melchior," Flora returned.

"...Now then." Kallias pulled himself off another tight embrace from his daughter. "Is your mother around?"

"Oh, Mom's - "

"Right here, Kallias," a new voice called out. Looking at the door, the Sceptile saw a Heliolisk at the front door. A bright smile crossed his face as he looked upon the woman he loved with all of his heart.

"Hello, Zenobia," Kallias greeted. "How are you on this fine summer's day?"

"Very well. And even better now that you and Melchior have arrived. It's good to see you both." The Heliolisk smiled warmly. "Will you come in for some tea, the both of you?"

"Of course. There's also something else, too, that I'd like to talk to you about," Kallias added. "I'll tell you all about it inside."

"So…it's a mystery, this mission you did?"

Zenobia had prepared tea for Team Marshwood once they had gotten inside. Elvira, Flora and Tamara also went inside and went to Elvira's room for a game of cards, the Treecko had said. Her father, meanwhile, had gotten the low-down on what had happened recently in Ozerograd since his last visit. Not much, the Heliolisk had replied, other than the decoration of the town, along with repainting colourful areas and seeing to maintenance of structures across town, all in preparation for the jubilee. Much excitement was being drummed up by Lord Kirill as well as Lady Esfir, and their son and heir Dimitri, over the jubilee, which was natural, given House Ozerov's ardent support for the monarchy.

Then the topic swung to what Kallias and Melchior had been doing, and so they filled Zenobia in on last night's mission.

"Yes…That's right. The client gave us the payment for the mission, and we stayed the night in Lukomoria," Kallias detailed. "The knights have secured the place, and they're investigating the matter as we speak. But…I feel like this isn't the end of it."

"What do you mean?" Zenobia asked.

"There's the matter of those mysterious people in the Dungeon's depths. We had no idea who they were or where they were from. Maybe the knights will get that answer out of them. …But…I think we need to keep our own investigation into this up," Kallias explained. "I'm definitely telling Mitrofan when we get back to the Guild all about this. And I'm going to give the materials to Helena to see what she can make of them. Before that, though…there's something I'd like to get your opinion on."

He reached into the satchel of materials and pulled out one of the white flowers.

"Zen…what do you make of this?"

"...A flower?" Zenobia looked over the item. "Ooh, it's pretty…Where did you find this?"

"In the Dungeon, while fighting those mysterious enemies," the Sceptile answered. "I was wondering if you might know. You're fairly knowledgeable on flowers, so…I was hoping you might have an answer for me."

"...Hmm…" The Heliolisk examined the item. "Can't say I know it off the top of my head…Hang on. I'll get the encyclopaedia." She got up and went to the sitting room, and came back with a thick book in her hands. "Let's see now…" She flicked through the pages, trying to find an entry on the flower in front of her on the table.

However, after a good sifting through the book for some time, she could only close it in disappointment.

"Sorry, Kallias," Zenobia asked. "I couldn't find anything on it."

"...That's fine," Kallias said. "But, hmmm…that encyclopaedia's normally quite reliable. Why isn't it telling us anything about this particular plant?"

"Could it be that the encyclopaedia there doesn't cover every plant in Ardalion?" suggested Melchior. "Maybe there might be something in Iria's libraries. And Helena's a full-fledged botanist. She might know a good deal more than Zenobia about what this flower might be. …No offence," he added, directed to the Heliolisk.

"It's alright, Melchior. You in the Guild are far more diligent than I am," Zenobia replied. "I'll do what I can, but I accept that I have limits in what I know and can accomplish. I'm sorry that I can't help you more, but…I hope you can get to the bottom of this mystery. And knowing you, Kallias…you will get to the bottom of this. This'll be a cinch for you."

"...With that encouragement, I'll make it one," Kallias said, a grin crossing his face. "I'll make it another great story to tell Elvira. How about that? Even if she's growing out of that phase, I still want her to have tales to tell of me, as inspiration for her when she becomes a mercenary.

"Of course, we have to actually solve this mystery. And that means heading back to the Guild." Kallias got up from his chair, as did Melchior. "Sorry I can't stay for longer, Zen."

"That's okay, Kallias. I'll see you at the jubilee anyway," Zenobia reminded.

"Yeah…See you then," Kallias said, as he headed for the door.

"Bye, Zenobia," Melchior added.

"Goodbye, Melchior," Zenobia returned. "See you in two weeks' time."

"See you."

"Bye, Elvira!" Kallias called, knocking on the Treecko's door. "I'll be heading off now."

His daughter opened the door, and looked dismayed. "Already?" she moaned.

"Yes. But don't worry; I'll see you soon, at the jubilee," Kallias assured. "Be good for your mother for me, will you? And keep that fire of ambition burning bright."

"Don't worry, Dad. I will!" Elvira promised peppily.

"That's my girl." Kallias knelt down for a parting hug. "...See you in two weeks, Elvira."

"See you then, Dad!"

And with that, Team Marshwood left the house.

"...Good to see they're in good health," Melchior remarked, once they'd stepped outside. "...I hope Paulina's well. I haven't seen her in a while…"

"We'll see her at the jubilee," Kallias assured. "I'm sure she's fine. The people of her village look after her well. And the two of you write constantly, even more than I do with Zenobia and Elvira."

"I know, but it's no replacement for seeing her in person. …I suppose it does make it all the more worth it when I do see her. Those moments feel really special to me." A genuine smile of happiness crossed Melchior's face. "The jubilee really will be a special event in more ways than one."

"It will be, won't it? …But before that, let's get back to the task at hand: returning to the Guild," Kallias reminded. "If we take a taxi from Ozerograd, we should hopefully get back to Iria in time for tea…"

Later that day…

"Hmm…This is quite interesting, Kallias. But I thought you were married already?"

An Audino was the one to make this claim. Team Marshwood had returned to the Guild, and they presented her with the flowers that they had shown Zenobia previously. Once Kallias had given them, she had made this remark in response to the flowers, and the Sceptile immediately picked up on the teasing lilt in her voice.

"No, Helena. This isn't a proposal of marriage." His tone had gone somewhat curt at this. "I want to know what this flower is, what these objects are, and what makes up this particular liquid."

"Okay, I was just teasing. No need to be a grumpy-pants about it," Helena replied, a smile still on her face. "...But I did mean what I said when I said it was strange. I'll need to take a greater look at these. Flowers, bark, a powder…and especially whatever this is." She pointed to the mysterious liquid. "…But don't worry! I never back down from a challenge!"

"You never do, Mom," sounded another voice. In came another Audino into the nurse's office.

"Hello, Raya," greeted Helena. "How's my daughter getting on?"

"Fine. I just patched up Nikita," the younger Audino elaborated. "He was training with the Guildmaster."

"Aww, is he? …The Guildmaster better not have gone too hard on him…"

"No, he didn't. It was just a few scrapes and bruises. Nothing major. Typical of a training session."

"...Nikita's come a long way, hasn't he? Since coming here," Melchior acknowledged.

"Yeah…It's great that he was taken in by Mitrofan. He's such a good kid…It'd be a pity if he'd perished on the streets. Especially given how bitter that winter was," Kallias added.

"And it's amazing how healthy he is now!" Helena enthusiastically added. "When he came here first, he was stick-thin and about ready to collapse. But now he's got some weight on him, and he's got a great teacher in the Guildmaster in building up his resilience for combat. Honestly, it's almost like a father and son relationship, given how much they adore one another. I'd almost say they practically are, if not for the Guildmaster's own family with Rufina."

"...I guess his kindness paid off in that regard," Kallias said, before his expression darkened angrily. "If only others could reciprocate like Nikita could…"

"Stop thinking about Hinnerk, Kallias." Melchior immediately knew what his partner's sour expression was about. "You'll only get yourself into a foul mood again. Get him out of your head."

"...Right, of course." The Sceptile took deep breaths to correct his mood. "I guess we'll go grab some dinner. I did smell Aldebrand cooking when we came in. It smelled quite nice…it might be pasta tamato bake, I think."

"Ooh…a certain little Cubone's gonna love that news," Helena remarked. "...I'll come out soon. But I'd like to get stuck into finding out what you two have brought me."

"Okay. Let us know once you've found something out," Melchior requested.

"Of course. Anything for the best team in the whole Guild!" Helena returned. "You do us proud, you two. Keep up the good work."

"Thank you very much," Kallias returned. "Now then…let's get some grub. And while we're at it, let's tell Mitrofan all of what transpired. He needs to know all of this…and all of what could be. That stuff you said about that Toxicroak belonging to an underground organisation? That might well hold some water…"

The conversation drifted into the background as Team Marshwood left the nurse's office. Meanwhile, the two Audino looked down at the items presented to them.

"Goodness…they gathered quite a few strange items, didn't they, Mom?" Raya remarked.

"...I can't say I know exactly what each of them are," confessed Helena. "But…I have my own dogged determination. Just as the mercs in the Guild never give up on their missions, I won't back down from a challenge like this. Time to break open all the encyclopaedias, examine every bit of these flowers and materials, and figure out just what's behind all of this." She gazed down at each item, from the white-petalled flowers to the clear liquid now inside a test tube.

"Hmm…What secrets are you all hiding away? Time to figure it all out."

Notes

And now introducing Special Episodes! Just like in the main games, these act as side stories to the main adventure, or a flashback to a time before the main adventure. In this episode's case, it's the latter. (When typing in the title of this story, I nearly called it a paralogue, before sticking to series norms and calling it a special episode. From that, you can probably guess which video game series I frequent.)

Corviknight Taxis are something else I decided to bring in, deriving from Sword and Shield's variant of them.

Lukomoria is a corruption of Lukomorye, a location in Russian folklore.

Morskoya is a new oblast mentioned, located in the west of Selenia. It comes from a Russian word for 'maritime'.

Arukona · Oct 16, 2022

Special Episode 1
Seven Years Ago
Part 2 - Blackening

"...One week to go," remarked Kallias, looking out at the wide promenade before him. "It's busy enough now…This will look like a pittance compared to this day next week."

This remark was in observation of the Grand Parade, a wide street in Iria that stood as its most prominent street. It led all the way to the gates of Iria Castle, and had been the host of many victory parades and jubilee events throughout the centuries since its construction. And now it was to host another special event: the parade of Tsar Kliment's silver jubilee that was to be held in a week's time.

Kallias and Melchior currently watched the toing and froing of knights and volunteers setting up the barricades along the street. They were joined by three others; a Monferno with a distinguishable cape emblazoned with a coat of arms, flanked by a Rillaboom and a Sirfetch'd, both of whom had distinctive insignias pinned to their chests.

"You could not have been more apt, Fernblade Kallias," the Monferno replied. "I hope it is busy. This is my father's twenty-fifth year in power, after all. If the crowd was not exploding at the seams, it would be something of a worry. But I do not believe it will come to that."

"It shall be so, my prince!" the Rillaboom declared in a loud voice, once the Monferno had finished speaking. "But we need not worry about overcrowding either! There will be plenty of room for civilians to watch the parade off to either side of the street." He gestured to either side of the street, where builders were setting up barriers to mark a clear route for the parade to travel down. "And we will have knights in place to guard against any potential rushes against the barriers."

"That would be a wise move," Melchior concurred. "You all seem to have given this much thought, Marshal Trokhym."

"Thank you very much, Mud Bomber Melchior."

"All the same…I do hope nothing happens to spoil this," added the Swampert. "There seems to be so much excitement over the jubilee. …It'd be a shame if one act of sabotage caused it all to come crashing down."

"...True enough," the Monferno agreed. "But the knights of Selenia are vigilant. They will protect us and deal with any fugitives that dare to cross our path."

"Quite so, Your Highness! …Do you think us knights fickle, Mud Bomber Melchior?" scoffed another man with them: a Sirfetch'd with the same insignia as Trokhym. He turned back to the Monferno after his beratement of Melchior. "Worry not, Your Highness. We have accounted for all possibilities. There is no chance in a blue moon that an assassin could perform a lethal attack on His Majesty! Security will be at its highest! Every scenario will be thought over! No stone will be left unturned! Every measure will be put in place to ensure the safety of His Majesty. It is our basic creed in the Knights of Iria. The mercenaries of the Irian Guild can go worry about their own little things while us knights take care of the real issues of our tsardom."

The words were delivered with a sense of superiority and condescension. Kallias and Melchior couldn't help but inwardly bristle at the Sirfetch'd's words. Were this anyone else, the Sceptile would gladly take a leaf out of Rufina's book and tell them to stuff it.

But these weren't just any old people they were dealing with. All three of them were high figures within Selenia. To insult any one of them would be to invite severe repercussions upon oneself. Mitrofan had encouraged the rest of the Guild to put aside any sort of beef they had with them, if only for now, and help them with the jubilee's setup.

The age-old Guild and knight rivalry did come to blows on occasion, with remarks like the Sirfetch'd's. And Team Marshwood knew that it wouldn't do to stir the pot right now.

Especially…when they were in the presence of none other than Prince Kasimir Klimentovich Ruslan, the tsesarevich that was to one day become the tsar of Selenia once Tsar Kliment gave up the crown.

And so they backed down.

However…they were luckily saved by the Monferno prince himself.

"Do not act that way to them, Marshal Branislav," criticised Kasimir. "Team Marshwood have been nothing but helpful to us in these weeks leading up to my father's silver jubilee. I am well aware of your bitterness towards them. However, at this moment, to stoke the fires risks burning a blaze of hatred towards the knights, and potentially, towards us in House Ruslan. We need not such animosity before an important occasion such as this, especially one in which both the knights of Selenia and the Irian Guild will participate together. Do I make myself clear?"

Despite being at least half the age of the Monferno, Branislav felt the authority radiating from him. In the face of this, he could only back down.

"...My apologies, Your Highness," he said. "I let my emotions get the better of me. I shall see to it this does not happen over the course of the jubilee."

"Good." Kasimir turned to Team Marshwood. "...My humblest apologies for his insubordination, Team Marshwood. I shall see to it that my father knows of this. …I ask for your forgiveness."

"Your apology is accepted, Your Highness," Kallias graciously replied, before beginning to back away. "...If you do not mind, Your Highness…we wish to return to the Guild to see if any help needs doing there."

"Of course. You may go," the prince permitted. "I must return to the castle myself. Father, Mother and Leonid await me. As well as that, there are matters that need reporting, and a marshal that needs reprimanding." Casting a stern glare at Branislav, he and the two marshals made their way down the Grand Parade.

"...That boy has power," remarked Kallias. "We're lucky Prince Kasimir's sympathetic to the mercenary cause. There's only so many of old Branislav's insults that I can take at any given time."

"Well…if a slight dig riles him up…that says more about him than us," Melchior opined. "I know Rufina would be on the same page as me."

"Hah! If she were there, she would have ripped into him," Kallias laughed. "...At least Mitrofan's there to keep her on a short leash when it comes to her jabs. When the knights and mercenaries need to work together right now, we don't want too much animosity between us."

"Quite right, Kallias. At least Marshal Yuliya's a better sort to cooperate with. She's such a change from Branislav and such a friendly face to us mercenaries that it's almost like she's one of us."

"I can't deny that. …Speaking of which, there hasn't been an update from them over last week's mission, has there?"

"I don't think so. …We'll check with Nikita and Mitrofan when we get back to the Guild."

That was where Team Marshwood was headed. After travelling through many decorated, cleaned and repainted streets, they made it to the outskirts of Iria, and went down the road leading to the Irian Guild. They went inside and headed down the stairs.

When they headed inside, they saw both Mitrofan talking with a Furret, with Nikita and Helena nearby. They all turned their attention to the entrance when Kallias and Melchior came in.

"Perfect timing, you two," Mitrofan said. "Marshal Yuliya wishes to speak with you." He gestured to the Furret.

"Ah, Marshal Yuliya. A pleasure to see you again," Kallias greeted. "Funny. Melchior and I were just talking about you." He held his hand forward, and the two of them shook a strong and firm shake.

"And a pleasure to see you, Fernblade Kallias," returned Yuliya. "You too, Mud Bomber Melchior." She shook with the Swampert as well.

"So what brings you here?" queried the Sceptile. "I can't imagine it's anything small, if a marshal has come to report it."

"Maybe so. I was intended to deliver more information about the parade next week, but this information was to be relayed to the Guild as well, so I decided to take out the two Pidgey with one stone," Yuliya explained. "...The commander of the knights in Lukomoria wished to relay a message to Team Marshwood regarding your expedition into Limestone Cavern a week ago."

"Ah, yes. How could we forget?" Kallias said.

"I certainly haven't," Helena replied. "You boys have really put me through the ringer trying to figure out what you gave me. …But…it's not for nothing. …I think."

"You think?" Melchior pondered.

"Well, given what Marshal Yuliya was talking about to the Guildmaster, I think we might have hit upon something," the Audino elaborated. "...But I digress. Sorry for interrupting, Marshal - you can tell them your news."

"...Thank you, Mrs Helena," the Furret returned. "...There was a mysterious liquid being concocted by the group that was defeated by you and apprehended by the knights of Lukomoria. Like you, they have puzzled over what exactly it is. The hunch to this has been, among them, that it is a poison of some sort."

"I thought that too," Helena chimed in.

"...As did I," added Kallias. "But I thought it best to leave it to the professional to truly confirm it." He gestured to the Audino.

"Well…they have managed to confirm it for sure," Yuliya went on. "Thanks to the help of an apothecary couple in Kamengrad, they have confirmation that it is indeed a poison. Toxic elements were detected in the mixture, and we are seeking to confirm what exactly the mixture is composed of."

"...Yup, like I thought," Helena added. "I did my own experiment. I poured a small amount of the mixture into one of the plants I have in my office. However, after a few days, the plant began to shrivel and wither. Checking on it last night, I saw that it had well and truly perished to the point that no amount of nourishment could save it."

"Oh dear…" Melchior replied. "This doesn't sound good at all."

"Nope, not at all. …But I also managed to figure out some of those other materials you gave to me," Helena said. "Come with me to my office. …Oh, and you three as well." She gestured to Yuliya, Mitrofan and Nikita. "Come along. I'll tell you all about it there."

The fivesome walked to the office, led by Helena. When they entered, they saw Raya attending to a patient. Her mother went over to a table upon which the items Melchior and Kallias had given her were located. They weren't organised neatly, though - an allusion to the Audino's partially haphazard organisational skills.

"We'll start with the flowers," Helena began. "It's a flower with white petals and golden anthers. They're quite pretty, I'll admit. …Too pretty. These are definitely not ordinary flowers you can find in your average florist's. But more to the point, I doubt even the top-notch nobles could get their hands on this one. It's a rare flower - a very rare and elusive one. But…not elusive enough for me." She allowed herself a confident grin at this statement.

"What is it?" Melchior asked.

"...It's this flower." Helena pointed to an open page on a nearby botanical encyclopaedia. "A little beauty known as the arcean orchid."

"Arcean orchid?" Kallias remarked. "...That's new to me."

"Well, of course. I did just say it was a rare plant," reminded Helena. "Rare enough…that it can only be found at high altitudes. They've only ever been seen growing in the Empyrean Mountains, these flowers."

"A rare flower only found in the Empyrean Mountains?" Yuliya pondered. "...Have you figured out anything else about it?"

"It's a rare flower, so no, not really," the botanist returned. "The encyclopaedia says it used to be seen as a cure in olden times among the people of the mountains, but…other than that, it's a bit of an enigma."

"A miracle cure? …Okay, something's not right here," Kallias pointed. "We just found out this substance is toxic. And yet…this plant is supposedly a miracle cure?"

"Not necessarily. I imagine it's an ancient cure that's been left behind as we've gotten better medicines for ailments," Helena theorised. "Or perhaps…these other materials have something to do with why the liquid becomes toxic."

"What are they, Helena?" Kallias queried.

"Well…I'm quite certain that this bark here is off of a Nagorian yew," Helena gestured. "This tree is a special one - it's one of the oldest trees in Ardalion. I think the oldest one is estimated to have existed for nearly four thousand years, if I remember correctly. We're talking about old - long before the Tyrant King's War of yore."

"...Hold on a minute." Mitrofan's expression turned stern. "If I'm not mistaken…the Nagorian yew is a specially preserved tree, within the estates of the lord of the Nagorian oblast. " This was a region in northeastern Selenia, bordering Alba and Dresilia - and additionally, where Kamengrad and the Karstlands were located. "If someone's taking samples from those trees, then they're liable to punishment. Isn't that so, Marshal Yuliya?"

"...Yes, quite." The Furret's own face had become more serious. "We'll look into levying new charges against those we apprehended. …What about the other material? The white powder?" She gestured to the small pile on Helena's desk.

"Oh yes, that. That was a little more tricky," Helena began. "At the start, I thought it might be some kind of powdery drug. These are illicit people we're talking about, after all. But I'm quite sure it isn't. I think…it might just be salt."

"Salt?" Kallias' brow furrowed further. "Really?"

"Yes. It certainly has a slight whiff of salt. Therefore, what could it be but salt?" the Audino reasoned. "If we're going off the theory that this is something deeper, then I would bet that this salt is special in some way. …Unfortunately, I still can't quite determine why this is."

"...So it looks like it's still all up in the air," Melchior surmised. His tone couldn't hide his disappointment. "...That's unfortunate."

"Yeah…Sorry about that," apologised Helena. "But I can't offer anything more than speculation at this point. Unless I were to personally taste them, but…I have a gut feeling that's not a wise move."

"No, indeed," agreed Mitrofan. "I'd rather you stayed healthy, Helena. Consuming this unknown substance would be unwise."

"Gotcha, Guildmaster."

"...Even so…we established that this liquid is poisonous. That's something in my book," Yuliya tried to encourage. "Supposing that this is something deeper, we in the knights will do all we can to bring this to the light. …We have interrogated the outlaws apprehended in Limestone Cavern, but they have proven to be very tight-lipped. If they are part of an underground movement…then this could spell trouble. And right before the jubilee too…

"But rest assured. I, Marshal Yuliya Gerasimovna Lysagora, will not allow any threats to befall His Majesty in the week of his silver jubilee! Mark my words - any transgressions towards him will be punished heavily! This, I swear, on my honour as a knight of Selenia!" she declared, holding her right paw up in a fist in the typical salute carried out by most Selenian knights.

"...Well said," praised Kallias. "We in the Guild don't stand for shady behaviour either. Besides, we discovered this whole business, so we'd be all too happy to be the ones to quash this before it gains ground."

"We are glad to have your support," the Furret replied gratefully. "I do apologise for the snide comments Marshal Branislav throws your way. But know that I support you, as does His Majesty and His Royal Highness Prince Kasimir."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Marshal," Mitrofan returned. "Now then…I should imagine you have more to do in relation to the jubilee. You should return to it before you get chewed out by His Majesty."

"...Thank you for the reminder, Guildmaster Mitrofan," Yuliya said, beginning to head for the door. "You in the Guild have been very helpful. I hope we can cooperate further on this matter." With that, she left.

"...Um…can I ask a question?" Nikita requested, turning all eyes to him. "Where…will you go from here on this?"

"...Nothing to do but look for more clues," Melchior replied. "Of course, given they're underground, that will be easier said than done."

"That hasn't stopped us before," Kallias said. "If there's no clues to be had, then we'll dig some up! With luck, Krim will have something just like the last mission we went on."

And so it was decided. The duo headed to the noticeboards, where the Galvantula was sifting through requests. Notably, a little Joltik was with him too, helping to organise the leaflets that would be stuck onto each noticeboard.

"There you go, Sifis! See, I knew you have this in you! Who knows? You might be replacing me in a few years' time," chuckled Krim. His attention then diverted to Team Marshwood. "Hey, you two," he greeted.

"Hello, Krim," Melchior greeted. "And hello, Sifis."

"...Hey," greeted the Joltik, before looking away shyly.

"...Guess the shyness is something we need to work on," Krim joked. "The struggles of being a dad, eh, Kallias?"

"You said it." A small, knowing smile crossed the Sceptile's face at the sight of Sifis's shyness, being reminded of similarities in his own daughter.

"Anyway…getting back to the topic at hand," Melchior intervened. "Any odd missions today, Krim?"

"Odd? You mean like that mission you two had last week?" Krim took an aside glance over at the request board. "...I'm afraid there's nothing like that here now. Mostly the usual, along with some jubilee stuff."

"Ah…We were hopeful," mourned the Swampert. "Guess we don't have an extra leg up this time…"

"Don't lose heart, Melchior," Kallias encouraged. "We'll go into town and help out with the jubilee preparations. …Who knows? Maybe in the meantime, Yuliya and the knights might dig up some more dirt on what we're chasing."

"...If you say so, Kallias. Come on, let's go."

The duo headed out of the Guild, and onto the road leading to the city. However, on the way, they encountered a familiar set of faces. Two of them, to be exact.

"Oh, hey! Team Marshwood!" Spiridon called out.

"Spiridon! Good to see you!" Kallias returned with equal enthusiasm. "And you too, Dalibor."

"Likewise," the Grimmsnarl returned. The two teams were good friends, often going on missions together, or meeting in their downtime for drinks and banter, or whatever activity they wished to do when off-duty. "So…what are you two up to? Anything to do with that mission you two were on last week?"

"No. Clues for that are a bit scarce at the minute," Melchior informed. "So we're doing odd jobs in the meantime. Mostly set-up for the jubilee."

"Okay. …Well…if that's what you wanna do…" Dalibor sounded disappointed.

"Hm? What's up, Dalibor?" Kallias queried.

"...I…No. If you have other stuff that needs doing…" He drifted off weakly.

"...If you guys were free, we were thinking of maybe asking if you'd be willing to help decorate the orphanage," Spiridon elaborated. "The kids would love to see you. But…I understand if you've got other stuff going on."

"Hmm…" Kallias considered the Hawlucha's offer. "...Well, we aren't actually doing any missions at the moment. We were going to help with the jubilee's decorations some more in town, but…we could take them up on them offer, couldn't we, Melchior?"

"We could," agreed the Swampert. "It's been a while since I last saw Cornelia. I wouldn't mind seeing her."

"And the children, too," Kallias added. "I'd like to see their smiling faces again."

"Wow…Thanks, guys!" Spiridon could not be more pleased at this turnaround.

"...The Team Marshwood charisma strikes again," Dalibor remarked. "Really, though…I'm grateful. Cornelia could use the help with decorating the place."

"Then let's not waste any more time," Kallias said. "Let's go there."

"Thank you so much for helping me, you two. I definitely didn't expect it, but…I'm grateful for the help nonetheless."

Cornelia had professed this to Team Marshwood after they had come to the Grimmhatt Orphanage. Their visit was met with surprise from her, and massive acclaim from the children. Many crowded around them, and excitedly babbled all sorts of praise, asked all sorts of questions and requested autographs amidst other things. It took some time before they could be coaxed away to allow the duo to carry out whatever needed to be done.

Right now, it was painting a wall, the paint of which had long since chipped away and not been reapplied in the past due to financial issues. But thankfully, good financial tidings had come around in the last while, and with the jubilee, Cornelia now had an opportunity to reapply the paint. Kallias, given his height, was asked to help her paint the higher up sections.. Meanwhile, Melchior was painting a lower section of the wall, and was being helped by three young orphans - a Growlithe, Bulbasaur and a Litleo.

"It's no problem, Cornelia," Kallias replied. "We're mercenaries. We're always happy to help anyone in need. Especially if they're the wife of a good friend of mine."

"Yeah. Besides…I like painting," Melchior added. "It's quite therapeutic. A nice difference from beating the skulls off ferals."

"Oh? I didn't know this," Cornelia said. "Do you paint, Melchior?"

"Well, in the sense of this sort of thing; applying paint to walls and giving it a fresh look. …But painting as in artistry?" He pulled a face. "No. I was never good at that."

"I can attest to that," murmured Kallias. "But what do I know? I'm no Candido da Nola."

"Who?" one of the kids, a five-year old Bulbasaur, asked.

"A famous painter from Dresilia, Paige," Cornelia informed. "Regarded as one of the finest artists in his time some two hundred years ago. You'll hear about him in your studies in time."

"...I hate to change the subject," Melchior interjected. "But…we're nearly out of paint." He looked into the paint pot, where indeed, only a small amount remained. It wouldn't be enough to finish the wall they were painting.

"I could get some more," a voice said. Looking over, the painters in the room saw Dalibor appear at the doorway. "There are other supplies I have to get, anyway."

"...If you could, Dali, that would be great. Thank you very much."

"No problem, honey." The Grimmsnarl went over to his wife and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I'll be back before you know it."

"Take care," Cornelia said, waving goodbye to her husband as he went out the front door.

"...Yep. That's a happy marriage, right there," Kallias observed.

"Indeed. It was the best decision I ever made, to marry him," the Hatterene replied, a fond blush appearing on her face. "I have no regrets being with Dali."

"...Have you ever considered having children of your own?" Melchior asked.

"...It's a tempting thought. But…I have so many beautiful children already living in this orphanage," Cornelia reasoned. "They may not be related to me by blood, but…I see them as my children nonetheless. If they don't have mothers, then I want to fulfil that role as best I can."

"Aww…Hear that, kids?" Kallias said to the children. "You've got a good caretaker in her."

"Yeah, you're the best, Mrs Cornelia!" exclaimed the Litleo.

"Thanks for taking care of us!" the Growlithe added.

"We love you!" Paige exclaimed.

"...Thank you, Paige, Rufus, and Leo. I love you all too," Cornelia returned. "You're the best children in the world. Don't ever change…"

Dalibor hummed a tune to himself as he returned from the shop that sold paint. He was quite lucky to get it - many others in Iria had the same idea as he and Cornelia did, and therefore, there had been a run on paint. Luckily, the owner had just three more pots left, and the Grimmsnarl managed to purchase them in time.

These should do it, he thought. The orphanage is gonna look great by the time we're done. He walked down the street, and got ready to go down the street on which the orphanage lay. However…before he could, a sight caught his attention.

It was a black-and-white Linoone. A figure only too recognisable to him, in the Irian Guild - it was Hinnerk. But what struck Dalibor as intriguing was that the raccoon seemed to be going down a back alley with a suspicious-looking bag.

Hmm… Normally, the Grimmsnarl wouldn't pay much attention to the Linoone. But…a conversation with Spiridon from some days ago came back to him.

"I'm telling you, Dali…I'd bet our status as Platinum Rank that Hinnerk's up to some shady shit," the Hawlucha had said. "I mean…he just has that look about him! He's a lone rider, hates pretty much everyone here, hates endless tirades about justice…I know we don't have proof, but he's very suspicious, that Linoone."

Maybe it wouldn't hurt to check it out? Dalibor thought to himself. If it's nothing, it's nothing. But if it's something…

His mind had been made up. The gremlin quietly walked over to the alley which Hinnerk had gone down, and sidled next to the walls along it, listening out for the Linoone's trademark gruff tone.

He didn't have to wait long. Soon enough, he heard it.

"...This better be good money you're paying me. It wasn't easy getting those flowers," he curtly stated.

"...Of course. Don't worry at all, Hinnerk; you will be duly compensated for this. You're a valuable asset to our material gathering."

That voice was unfamiliar to Dalibor. He knew immediately from the tone, though, that it wasn't anything good. It sounded slimy and slithery, as though the voice belonged to a snake of some sort.

"...Tch. What are you offering?"

"...How would you feel about 15,000 Poké? Just for this alone. We'll pay you when you deliver the goods to our intended destination. And possibly more, too."

Dalibor's eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets. Fifteen thousand?! That's absurd! That's far more than anything the Guild offers! Imagine what you could do with that sort of money… With similar thoughts to this in mind, another thought struck him.

…For that much money, this can't be clean. This has to be dirty work Hinnerk's doing.

"...Now you're speaking my language." Dalibor could visualise the evil grin on the Linoone's face. "So where do I gotta deliver this lot?"

"...Take them to Yew Gulch in Nagoria," informed the other voice. "Once there, you are to leave the flowers and go. Leave the materials at the end of the Dungeon and be gone afterward. If you want your payment, you would do wise to follow these instructions."

"Don't worry. I'll adhere to anything for that kind of money," Hinnerk assured. "You lot have been paying me tons, a lot more than that blasted guild has ever given me. …Maybe it's time I move out of that place and become a full-time criminal. With money like this, I'll have no use for that stupid dump."

Dalibor bristled at this blatant insult to the Guild.

"I'll go there right away. …Nice doing work with you. What was your name again?"

"...A daring ask of a crook like me. But you're a reliable enough source, so I'll tell you. …I am Mikhail. A pleasure doing criminality with you."

"Likewise."

That was all Dalibor needed to hear, as he heard Hinnerk making his way back out onto the alley. He made tracks out the alley himself, back to tell the rest of the gang in the orphanage what he'd seen.

Unbeknownst to him, though…from behind him, a certain Linoone watched.

"...Eavesdropping hairball…"

"...Something's up, Dali. What's the matter?"

Spiridon, who was cleaning the foyer of the orphanage, noticed Dalibor's expression when he arrived back. Being his longtime partner, the Hawlucha immediately recognised it as the Grimmsnarl wanting to get the word out about something.

"Yes, something is up. We need Melchior and Kallias," Dalibor answered. "I'll go and get them." He went inside to the kitchen, where Team Marshwood and Cornelia were sitting with cups of tea. All turned their heads to him.

"...You're back. How did it go?" asked Cornelia.

"I got the paint," he announced. "But, um…there's something me and Spiridon have to discuss with you two." He pointed to Melchior and Kallias. "Something's come up, and we gotta leave because of it."

"Aw, really? That's a pity," Kallias mourned. "Sorry about that, Cornelia."

"It's okay. At least you dropped by and helped out," the Hatterene assured. "I'm glad for that."

"No problem. We'd be happy to help again sometime," Melchior offered. "Now then…what do you want to discuss, Dalibor?"

"Let's go outside and talk about it," the Grimmsnarl insisted, and left the room. Kallias and Melchior followed him outside, where Spiridon was waiting for them.

"So, Dali, what's all this about?" the Hawlucha asked.

"...It's Hinnerk," Dalibor revealed. "You know how we all think he does criminal stuff but we've never been able to prove it?"

"Of course," Kallias agreed. "...Wait, are you saying - "

"Yep. …I finally have dirt on the man." Dalibor shone a victorious grin.

"No way!" Spiridon was ecstatic. "What is it, Dali? What did you find out?"

"Turns out he's being paid stupid amounts of money to collect rare supplies and drop them off at Mystery Dungeons…just like the mission you had last week, you two," Dalibor revealed. "I might not have definitive proof, but…we're on the cusp of finally nailing that man down."

"Did you get a location?" Kallias asked.

"Yes. Yew Gulch, in Nagoria," the Grimmsnarl divulged. "He's heading there right now as we speak."

"Yew Gulch?" Melchior perked up when he heard this. "I know that place…"

"Hm…That's near where Paulina lives, isn't it?" Kallias said.

"Yeah…" If Melchior was a canine Pokémon, no doubt his tail would be swishing with happiness. "Let's go right away. Let's find a taxi and head there."

Serykholm was a village in the Nagoria oblast. It was located where the uplands began to rise into mountains, and the village itself had tiers of elevation with houses on different heights. At the very top of the village, up a long flight of steps lay a spring where the villagers retrieved their water from. Meanwhile, on the lower strata, food was grown, and pastures of plants soaked up the sun. It was a very rural place - the people were all very closely connected with one another, and rarely, the village saw visitors.

However, it was good news when a certain pair of guests visited them. …Especially to a certain Meganium who lived within that village.

Her eyes widened with ecstatic delight when she saw a Swampert among the four.

"Mel! Mel!" She dashed towards him.

"Paulina!" Melchior said, as the two came together in a loving embrace.

"I missed you, I missed you, I missed you!" the Meganium lovingly said, showering her husband with kisses. Something that was observed with bemusement by the Swampert's three companions.

"Y-Yes…I missed you too, Paulina," he returned, returning kisses in return. "I'm sorry I haven't been around until now. But works for the jubilee have kept us in the Guild rather busy as of late."

"Oh yes, the jubilee…Wait. It's not tomorrow, is it?!" Paulina suddenly panicked. "Oh no! I'm not ready!"

"No no, you're okay, Paulina!" Melchior hurriedly reassured. "It's not for another week. You can rest easy."

"Oh, thank goodness…" the Meganium sighed in relief. "...I see you brought more people than just Kallias. Some of your friends…I recognise them from the wedding. What were their names again?"

"I'm Spiridon, and this is Dalibor!" introduced Spiridon. "We make up Team Hair Trigger. And yes, we have met before, Paulina. Good to see you again!"

"You too," returned Paulina, with a light titter.

"...It's nice to see you again, Paulina. But…I'm afraid we're not here for meetups," Melchior informed. "We're here because we have a mission in these parts."

"Oh…really?"

"Yes." Kallias took over. "Tell me…did you happen to see a black-and-white Linoone travel through these parts?"

"A black-and-white Linoone?" It wasn't Paulina who said this, but a nearby Lombre. "Aye, I did, just there. Just by the entrance to Yew Gulch. I warned him the place was dangerous, but he told me to piss off!" An angry frown crossed the villager's face. "What a rude 'mon he was!"

"Yep, that sounds like Hinnerk, alright," muttered Dalibor. "When was this?"

"Just there, about ten minutes 'fore you lot arrived."

"Then he might still be in there! Come on guys, let's get him while the going's good!" Spiridon encouraged.

"Indeed, Spiridon. …We must go, Paulina," Melchior said. "We might call in on the way back."

"Okay, Mel. Good luck! Hope you catch him!" the Meganium said with motivation, as her husband and his fellow mercenaries left the village to head to the Mystery Dungeon.

All the same, though, she couldn't help but worry for them.

Please be safe…Please get back here safe and sound…

Yew Gulch

1F

The four mercenaries made their way into the labyrinth of the Yew Gulch Mystery Dungeon. It was a forest, with trees blocking out most light and making it seem later in the day than it actually was. The terrain was a tad rocky, as most Dungeons in the Nagoria oblast usually were. While it wasn't quite the same level of rockiness as the Karstlands were, the rest of the oblast was rocky and rural, and very little crop growth took place there. Dense forests and rocky uplands were what defined Nagoria.

"Right…" Kallias looked around him. "Let's get to looking for Hinnerk, and getting to the end of this place."

"I don't think we've been here," Spiridon remarked. "Do you guys know this place?"

"Sure we do," Melchior replied. "It's where I first met Paulina, rescuing her from here."

"And then things snowballed from there, did they?" Dalibor presumed.

"Well…not really. At that time, she was just another person in need of rescuing. That's what I saw her as then. It took a while and a few more meetings between us before anything romantic began to develop."

"...Love is interesting, isn't it?" Spiridon mused, before looking in another direction. "...You're a lucky bunch, you lot."

"This again, Spiridon?" Dalibor sounded like he'd heard this speech before. "You need to get yourself back out there if you want a relationship! Yeah, they've fallen through before, but you should never give up!"

"...Easy to say that," mumbled the Hawlucha. "But looking back, I've never found The One. The girlfriends I've had aren't wife material; just the sort that want to have a good time. It might be good in the short term, but long term…that's a lot more tricky. …And as well as that, I have to face up to the fact that I'm not a young man anymore. I'm thirty-five. …Not exactly a spring chick that can make girls swoon."

"...That's not a proper reason, Spiridon," Kallias brushed off. He stopped conversing to take out a Trevenant that was in their way with a Blackthorn Cross Slash. "I've known plenty of people your age that have gotten married with little problems. And it's not as if they've lost popularity points just because they happen to be a little older. You definitely still have it in you to find a woman to call your own."

"...True. But I can only get my heart broken so many times. The last one was especially hard to take, what with her cheating on me and all…It still hurts, thinking about it."

"...Ah." The Sceptile didn't have a response for that. He had known of this incident that happened over a year ago, that Spiridon was torn up over to the point that he didn't leave the Guild for days on end, and only with a pep talk from Rufina, Mitrofan and Dalibor did he get back to his old self. But the scar remained, nonetheless. "...I am sorry you had to go through that. I can't say I've had that experience, but…it must hurt. If I found out the one I thought loved me all these years was in fact sleeping with another man…that would do a number on my heart as well."

"Same," Melchior seconded, and Dalibor also gave his own voice of agreement.

"...Can we not talk about this anymore?" Spiridon requested. "I…don't want to remember that feeling."

"Yeah," Dalibor agreed. "Let's drop it."

"Agreed," Melchior said.

As they made this decision, they happened upon the stairs, and moved on up.

Yew Gulch

4F

"Hi-yah!" Spiridon yelled out, as he delivered a Flying Press to a Mightyena. The wild Pokémon stood no chance, and fell by the wayside of the two teams.

"...How are you feeling now, Spiridon?" Dalibor asked.

"A lot better. Beating the shit out of ferals is always great for the mood," the Hawlucha replied. "That's the best thing Rufina's ever taught me."

"True. …Unless you happen across a Monster House," Kallias mentioned. "Then any form of good mood goes right out the window."

"Ugh, don't remind me," groaned Melchior. "Don't even ask how we got through the last one we were in. Where was it again? Somewhere in Morskoya, I don't remember exactly. But it was definitely thanks to your ingenuity that we made it through, Kallias."

"Come now. I couldn't have done that without your help," the Sceptile responded. "After all, it was you who took on four ferals at once while I carved a path to the stairs. That took some guts, alright. Good job you have the bulk to defend against enemies like them. I couldn't do that."

"But you're far more agile, and could dodge the attacks the enemies throw at you," Melchior returned. "Your quick movements and quick thinking have gotten us out of many scrapes in the past. …I might not even be alive today if not for you."

"And I you, Melchior," returned Kallias.

"...Get a room, you two," Dalibor joked, snickering.

"Yeah," agreed Spiridon. "...Sheesh. And you wonder why there's fiction about the two of you."

This remark immediately sent Team Marshwood into a fluster.

"Oh, for goodness' sake, Spiridon!" Kallias said. "How many times do I have to say it?! Melchior and I do not see each other in that light!"

"Yeah! I mean, we're both married, and to women at that!" Melchior refuted. "Kallias even has a daughter! If we were partners in that sense, then why would we have wives?"

"...Polygamy?" Spiridon shrugged. Dalibor laughed out loud at this reply.

"We're not that kind of people," Kallias responded, with a tone that suggested he'd been through this before. "Listen, I support those who wish to be romantic with the same sex. I would gladly decry any attempt to clamp down on their rights. But…the simple fact is that I do not see other men in that light. And especially not Melchior. He is a good friend and my partner as a mercenary. Nothing more."

"Exactly what Kallias said," Melchior seconded. "...It's a good thing most people see those rumours as hogwash. I know there are people who would gladly use rumours like those to ruin our image. Some have even tried to."

"Good thing they never get far," Kallias continued. "It plainly isn't true, and people see that. Not to mention…even if I did lie with Melchior, that would mean cheating on my beloved Zenobia. And that, I would never dream of doing."

"Same," Melchior agreed. "...I never even told Paulina about those rumours. And I think that's for the best."

"Quite right, Melchior." Kallias nodded his head in agreement. "The less that's said about those rumours, the better."

"...Right." Spiridon, seeing the duo's point, kept his mouth shut in slight guilt at the exchange.

"...And the mopey mood returns," Dalibor noted.

"I was just trying to make humour…" the Hawlucha mumbled. "I didn't realise that topic was so sensitive for them…"

"...Well, you heard them. They would never betray their wives like that," Dalibor explained. "Even in a world where we're a bit more accepting of same-sex relations, the old rules of faithfulness to married partners still apply. That's what gets the two of them more than anything about those rumours. Not the 'being romantic for each other' side of things…but the 'cheating on their wives'. That's the supposed sin here."

"Oh…" Spiridon looked even more guilty. "...So that's it, huh? …I think I get it. I was heartbroken when I was cheated on. If Kallias was essentially being accused of cheating, then I get why it's a sensitive subject for him." He looked off to the side in shame. "...Then again, maybe I don't. I'm not married like you and them, Dali."

"Hush, Spiridon," the Grimmsnarl encouraged. "You said yourself you wanted to stop talking about your breakup. Don't change your mind. It'll only make you miserable if you keep bringing it up."

"...Right," the Hawlucha decided, before slapping either side of his face. "Time to get out of this funk and start helping out a bit more. Kallias and Melchior have been doing most of the work." This was true; the duo had been taking out most of the ferals in the Mystery Dungeon thus far, while he and Dalibor had been holding up the rear.

Eventually, they group came to a bigger room. At the other end of it, they saw the stairs. However, two ferals stood in their way: a Shiftry and a Sawsbuck.

"Hold on, guys," Spiridon announced before any plans could be announced. "I got this." Before Kallias or Melchior could say anything, he leapt in front, and dashed for the Shiftry. Then he leapt up into the air, before crashing down on the feral below him.

"Acrobatic Smackdown!" His signature move of Flying Press and Bounce combined was very effective on the Shiftry, and it went down swiftly. It was a similar story with the Sawsbuck, albeit slightly more difficult. But nothing it could do to counterattack deterred Spiridon, and with another Acrobatic Smackdown, it fell down in defeat.

"Well done, Spiridon," praised Melchior.

"...Hm. Interesting. Where'd this come from, wanting to take them on your own?" Kallias wondered.

"...It's my way of making up for that comment earlier," Spiridon replied. "I'm…sorry for bringing it up. I didn't realise how sensitive it was to you."

"...It's fine," the Sceptile assured. "Just don't bring it up again, okay?"

"I promise."

"Good. …Let's move on.

Yew Gulch

8F

"Is this the last floor?" Spiridon asked.

"I believe so, yes," Kallias replied, going over to pick up a nearby blast seed on the ground.

"Still no sign of Hinnerk, though…" remarked Dalibor.

"We'll see him when we see him," Melchior said. "Either he's on this floor or he's at the end. …Hmmm…"

"Something up, Melchior?" Spiridon asked.

"...I wonder if he knows we're following him," pondered the Swampert.

"You think?" The Hawlucha sounded a bit more doubtful. "Nah, I don't think so. He didn't spot you when you were listening in on him, did he, Dali?"

"...No," the Grimmsnarl replied, before adding, "At least, I don't think so."

"There, see? We should be okay."

"...I wouldn't bet on that," warned Kallias. "You can never be sure of what sort of plots the likes of Hinnerk might come up with. A mercenary must plan for every contingency, especially when we're dealing with outlaws. …And especially if this whole thing is a part of this plot that we're investigating."

"Oh yeah…I almost forgot about that," Spiridon replied. "Guess the whole catching Hinnerk part of this excited me more. …But hang on a minute. If Hinnerk's a part of this whole underground movement thing…then what does that mean?"

"...Not good things, I can say that much," Kallias said with contempt. He paused in his dialogue to deal with a wild Drampa. A few Ferned Cross Slashes, and it was dealt with. He continued after this. "There's no misunderstanding in that case, then. Hinnerk truly is an outlaw, just as we've been suspecting this whole time. This time, there's definitive proof behind our accusations."

"But what reason would he have to involve himself with whatever's going on here?" Melchior questioned.

"...Money," Dalibor answered. "That was what the person he was dealing with was using as leverage. …I think that might be all there is to it. He's just doing this because of the stupid amounts of money he's being paid."

"...He was always obsessed over money," Spiridon mused. "When he was with us on missions, all he cared about was getting his share of Poké."

"Too true. What a greedy man, unfit to be a mercenary," Kallias seethed. "I'll have some words for the Guildmaster when I get back…"

"Let's just focus on the mission for now," Melchior told him. "We'll see what depth of involvement and motivations he has with this lot when we come across him."

The four kept going throughout the Mystery Dungeon. Annoyingly, though, it seemed to be one of those floors that the stairs always seemed to elude them. Multiple rooms they went through, many ferals they knocked out, and yet still the stairs wouldn't come.

This wasn't unusual for either team - both had experienced this at least a few times in their endless delving into Mystery Dungeons. But this time, it made them anxious and antsy. When they were supposed to be catching up to Hinnerk and closing in on him, they couldn't afford to dawdle in the bowels of the Mystery Dungeon.

This was bad enough. However, they had found a new path they hadn't gone down. Things seemed to be looking up…until they got to the last room.

"Look!" Spiridon pointed to the room. "The stairs! Finally we can get off this damn floor!" He ran forward into the room.

"Wait, Spiridon! Don't rush off!" Kallias called, following after him. However, once inside the room, both men suddenly realised what they had gotten into.

So too, did their partners.

Their reactions were all of horror.

"No! Are you kidding me?! At the freaking end?!" Spiridon raged.

"Shit! Right now, of all times!" Kallias cursed.

"Dammit! Which god cursed this to happen?!" Dalibor seethed.

"Why? Why now?" Melchior said in despair.

There was one simple reason why they had these reactions.

Because they had stumbled into the den that all mercenaries dreaded.

"A Monster House!"

Teams Marshwood and Hair Trigger looked around them. Countless Sawsbuck, Mightyena, Shiftry, Hypno and Staraptor appeared in the room, and began to hone in on the four mercenaries.

Kallias quickly fumbled inside the bag and picked out a slumber orb. He threw it to the ground and with a smash, most ferals in the room were sound asleep.

…Well, nearly all of them. Alas…some Pokémon didn't sleep.

"Wait! Why are they still awake?!" Spiridon panickedly pointed to the five or so Hypno that were unaffected.

"They're Hypno! They have Insomnia, they don't fall asleep!" Dalibor reminded.

"Shit! Let's make a break for it!" yelled the Hawlucha.

"You don't have to tell me twice!" Kallias shouted. "Come on, Melchior, let's go!"

All four made a break for the stairs. Team Marshwood made it up the stairs without any problems. However, Team Hair Trigger had a more difficult time. Spiridon, who happened to be at the back, was closed in by one of the Hypno, and it used Psychic on him.

"Argh!" cried the avian. It hurt, given his Fighting-type, and he fell to the ground.

"Spiridon!" Dalibor cried. "Hang on!" His attention turned to the Hypno that had struck. "Take this, you bastard feral!" He lunged forward and dealt a Sucker Punch to the Hypnosis Pokémon. In anger, it tried to retaliate with another Psychic, but Dalibor's Dark-type nullified the attack.

"Your mistake!" The hairy gremlin struck again with a pink energy surrounding his hair-fist. His use of Spirit Break caused the Hypno to go down.

"Th-Thanks, Dali…" Spiridon weakly thanked.

"You're welcome. Now let's get the hell out of dodge!" yelled the Grimmsnarl, picking up Spiridon making a run for the stairs. Luckily, this attempt was successful, and the duo made it out of the Monster House.

Yew Gulch

Clearing

"Oh, there you are!" Melchior sighed with relief when he saw Dalibor carrying Spiridon. "I'm sorry. We should've stayed and helped…"

"Eh, it's okay. Nothing that couldn't be overcome," Dalibor shrugged off.

"...Even so…if you hadn't escaped from there, I wouldn't have been able to forgive myself," Kallias self-reprimanded. "That was poor judgement on our part. When you didn't come up behind us immediately, we feared the worst…"

"Don't beat yourself up over it, Kallias," the Grimmsnarl replied. "Let's just get Spiridon back into action." He placed his partner on the ground, and gave him an oran berry. This revitalised the Hawlucha, and he managed to get back on his feet.

"Thanks a bunch back there, Dali!" he said gratefully. "I thought I might have been a goner!"

"No problem," Dalibor returned. "Just looking out for my partner, as any merc should."

"...I'm glad to have you as my partner," the Hawlucha said. "Seriously, Dali, I…don't know if I would have come this far as a merc if not for your help. It was great reaching Platinum Rank back in the spring. To think Dad said being a merc wouldn't come to anything…" A satisfied smirk crossed his face. "...I'd like to see what he thinks now. Maybe I should send him a big fat cheque one day."

"Hah! That's a thought," laughed Dalibor. "And I'm grateful for you too, man. I'm surprised I was even unsure about you back in the day. Well, there's none of that now. I'd probably say you were the best choice of partner I could've had back then."

"...A happy accident, eh?" Spiridon smiled. "...Hm, you know what? Let's save the praise for later, once we corner Hinnerk and put him behind bars."

"Yeah. Time for him to get what's coming to him!" Dalibor said with vigour. Both men led the way further into the clearing that was at the end of the Mystery Dungeon, with Spiridon being the first into the area.

And immediately, Kallias and Melchior were hit with a sense of déjà vu.

"That scent again," Kallias noted. "You smell that, guys?"

"...Yep," Dalibor confirmed, sniffing the air. "...Geez, what is that?"

"...Nothing good, that's for sure." Spiridon's nose wrinkled at the smell. "What is that?"

"That mysterious liquid being brewed," Melchior informed. "Just like last time. So we were right. And Hinnerk's involved in all of this…"

"Well then…" Kallias cracked his knuckles. "Let's see if we can get some answers this time."

They walked closer to where the scent was getting stronger. Soon, they happened across a familiar sight.

A group of Pokémon, approximately five of them, were gathered around a cauldron, mixing a strange brew.

"...Just like last time," muttered the Sceptile. "...Hey! You all! Stop right there!"

All of the Pokémon looked up, and immediately fell into a defensive position when they saw the four mercenaries approach.

"Ya wanna deal with us, ya overgrown Treecko?" scoffed a Wigglytuff.

"Well, ya messed with the wrong folks!" shouted a Simisear.

"You're not gonna take us down!" called a Vileplume. "Camula's lot might've been beaten by you, but we sure as hell won't lose against the likes of you!"

"Oh yeah? There's more against you now," Spiridon fired back. "It'll be an even quicker battle with Team Hair Trigger backing them up!"

"Who?" a Butterfree snickered. "Sorry, but you're nobodies. We know Team Marshwood, but I sure as hell haven't heard of you. And I'd be perfectly happy to never hear of you again!"

"Quite right. The less mercenaries that interfere with our plans, the better!" a Perrserker growled. "Even if you are the legendary Team Marshwood, that doesn't mean we'll let you walk all over us!" He seemed to be the leader of the group, and they seemed to look to him for leadership as he stepped out from behind the cauldron. "Time to rip you to shreds!" His dagger-like claws were bared, and he ran towards Spiridon, the nearest mercenary to him.

Reacting quickly, the avian leapt backwards as the steel cat threw a swipe at him, and adopted his own battle stance, as did his comrades.

"Fine, you want to throw down?" Spiridon cracked his knuckles. "I'd be all too happy to punch your lights out! Come on, everyone! Let's get them!"

With that, he launched himself into the fray. He leapt up high and slammed down on the Perrserker with a Flying Press, before backflipping back to his original position.

"...Not a bad first throw," he admitted. "But I, the great Perdido, don't go down so easily!" He launched an Iron Head at the Wrestling Pokémon, knocking him back some distance.

"Urgh…" Spiridon recomposed himself, and took a quick moment to see how his fellow mercenaries were getting on.

Each was locked into their own battle. Dalibor was facing off against the Wigglytuff, Melchior against the Vileplume, and Kallias against both the Simisear and the Butterfree. He couldn't help but notice something about each battle.

The enemies all have a type advantage, except for me. Spiridon couldn't help but worry about this. Another thought, though, came to him that brought reassurance. But not like that's stopped us before! Energised by this, he charged again at Perdido.

Over to the Hawlucha's left, Dalibor was faring somewhat okay, despite the type disadvantage against the Wigglytuff, a fact she was all too willing to boast about.

"Yer not gonna win against me, ya ball of hair," she taunted. "'Specially when I can stall ya 'til 'em Miltank go home!"

"Oh really?" Dalibor returned, before returning to a strategy he was well familiar with. "...Hey, you clearly have the advantage. Could you…maybe think about letting me go? Please?" He tried to sound pleading.

"...Hmm…maybe I can, if yer willin' to do stuff for me." The Wigglytuff looked him over. "Yer quite a looker, ya know. I wouldn't mind someone with muscles like yers…" She turned to her comrades. "Ya lot! This one ain't gonna fight no more! He - !"

She was then struck across her midsection.

"...False Surrender." Dalibor's grin betrayed his satisfaction at getting that attack off. "Sorry, lady. I'm a married man, with plenty of kids to look after. Besides, I don't play ball with criminals. So it's a hard pass from me."

"Grrr…Ya tricked me!" the Wigglytuff raged angrily. "I'll pay ya back!" She got ready to use Play Rough on her adversary. But before she could…

Dalibor struck her once again.

"Sucker Punch," he taunted. "Take that, girl."

"Oh, yer gonna pay for that!" she growled, getting ready to pay him back.

Meanwhile, Team Marshwood had decided to fight as a pair against the three adversaries that faced up against them. This approach was one they found to be the most optimal, for they could cover each other's weaknesses in the case of type disadvantage, which happened to be the case here. That being said, Kallias had fared well against the Simisear, and one Mud Bomb from Melchior saw to the fire monkey's defeat. That left the Butterfree and the Vileplume.

"Oh, this target's an easy one. With me, Lumi?" she said. "Let's pelt that Swampert with what'll hurt him most!"

"Agreed!" Lumi the Vileplume prepared to use Petal Blizzard, and the Butterfree readied a Giga Drain. They were to combine their attacks, and no doubt, if they had both connected, the Water/Ground-type Melchior would suffer quite a blow indeed, even for him.

Luckily, Kallias's quick thinking thought otherwise. The Sceptile dug through the bag and threw a petrify orb at the two Pokémon, freezing them in place. But not just them - Dalibor and Spiridon's opponents also fell under the effects of the orb.

"Thanks, Kallias!" Spiridon called. "...At least now we have space to take out our items." He went to Dalibor, who had their team's bag, and rooted through it. "A violent seed, a vile seed, and a blast seed…Boy, so many seeds," he remarked. "How'd that happen? …But anyway. This'll do me."

He ate the violent seed, and felt the boost in strength from it. Then he threw the vile seed at Perdido. Before the Perrserker could react, the blast seed came right after.

"Argh!" the cat cried out in pain. "You! You'll pay for that, you featherhead!" Enraged, he went in again for the kill. He lunged with Fury Swipes, and slashed at the Hawlucha, intent to rip him apart. Some of the swipes struck him, making the avian hiss at the pain.

"...Right, you're beginning to get on my nerves," Spiridon spat, clutching the bleeding wound on his arm. He noticed his adversary was showing signs of weariness. "Time to finish you off!" He leapt up into the air, hovered for a few seconds, before slamming down on the Perrserker.

"Acrobatic Smackdown!"

The combined effects of the violent seed on Spiridon and the vile seed on Perdido, coupled with the latter's recent damage from the blast seed, made the Hawlucha's attack all the more devastating. The steel cat fell onto his back.

"Grraaagh…You masked rat…!" he snarled.

"That's what you get for messing with Team Hair Trigger and calling us nobodies," Spiridon returned, kicking him in the face for good measure. "...Now then. Let's clean the rest of this up."

Looking over at his comrades, it seemed like not much needed cleaning up. Kallias and Melchior had finished dealing with the Butterfree and the Vileplume, and it was only Dalibor who was still engaged in the duel with the Wigglytuff. Spiridon happened to catch Kallias' eye, and both smiled and nodded with the same thought.

Let's help him out.

Thus, they intervened together, and with a Poison Jab from Spiridon and a Belladonna Cross Slash from Kallias saw to the Wigglytuff's defeat.

"...Thanks, guys," Dalibor said, panting slightly. "She was a Stockpile user. That's why I was a bit slower than the rest of you."

"Ah." Spiridon nodded in understanding. "But then we're always happy to help. 'Specially me, Dali! That's what partners are for!"

"You said it, Spiridon." The Grimmsnarl fist-bumped his partner.

"...Team camaraderie is one of the greatest sensations, isn't it?" Kallias mused, gazing at the duo. Then, looking over at the struggling Perdido, his expression became more serious.

"Right," he said in an authoritative voice that snapped Spiridon and Dalibor out of their moment. "Time to get to the bottom of this." He marched over to the Perrserker's side. "Perdido, was it? What is your business here?"

"...I'll never tell," Perdido said in defiance. "Mercenary scum...You're from the Irian Guild, aren't you?"

"That we are," Kallias replied, a hint of menace to his voice. "And you're not the only bust we've had over whatever's going on here." He gestured to the cauldron of enigmatic liquid. "We had a similar one in Limestone Cavern, south of here near Lukomoria."

"...So it was you who got Camula." Perdido growled angrily at this realisation.

"Quite right. Now tell us! What nefarious plot is going on here?" Kallias interrogated. "What do you plan to do with that liquid? Sorry, pardon me - that poison?"

"..." The Perrserker kept silent, but the look of realisation on his face told it all.

"...So it is poison, then," Kallias established. "I will ask until you give an answer. What is your reason for making up a concoction like that, of rare materials? Some of which are forbidden to be extracted by the order of His Majesty?"

"...Wouldn't you love to know?" Perdido responded. "...They say you're a clever one, Fernblade. You too, Mud Bomber. I give you the slightest clue, and you'll have the whole thing unravelled. I'm not an idiot. This trap is staying shut."

"...Mmm…" Kallias took a breath, trying not to let the cat's persistence get to him. He looked over at his partner, who had gone to investigate the materials beside the cauldron. "Melchior, what have you found?"

"Mostly the same as before," the Swampert reported back. "Strange materials - that flower, the bark, and the salt - they're all here, once again. Except…" He looked again, at a folded up pieces of parchment. "There's paper here."

"What does it say?"

Melchior unfolded it.

"It's…a map of some sort," he said. "I think it's a town?" He showed it to the other three. It seemed to depict a settlement with many streets zigzagging the settlement. Along with it were a number of marks at various places on the map.

"...Hang on a minute," Dalibor said. "I know this layout…"

"...For good reason," Kallias observed. "This is a map of Iria."

"But what would a map of Iria be doing all the way out here?" Spiridon wondered.

"...More questions for our adversary, then." Kallias turned back to the Perrserker. "Why do you have a map of Iria, when we're located far away from there? What do the marks on this map mean?"

"I'm not telling a damn thing," Perdido evaded.

"...What are you planning? Tell us!" The Sceptile was beginning to get annoyed at the cat's obstinance.

"...Or what?" taunted Perdido. "What are you prissy mercenaries going to do? You can't kill me. Your Guild's oath forbids it! Some stupid system that is! Even the knights don't follow that kind of rule! Outright no killing? All bark, no bite, that's all you mercs are! Without the help of knights to do your works of justice for you, you're like a horde of declawed Glameow!" He laughed hysterically at this.

"Hey!" Spiridon blasted. "You dare mock the Guild?! No one talks shit about the Guild and gets away with it!"

"You got cotton in your ears, birdbrain? I just said it, didn't I? Killing me goes against that farce of an oath you have." Perdido laughed again. "A far cry from Gamaliel's savagery, that's for sure! You're pathetic, the lot of you!"

Spiridon saw red at this remark. He said no words, but walked forward, and then slugged the cat right across the nose.

"Aaaaargh!" he yowled, feeling the full force of the Hawlucha's blow.

"Yeah, you feel that?" snarled Spiridon. "That's a pathetic punch, huh? Huh?! A weakling couldn't do something like that, could they?! How about I try again?!" He readied another punch.

"Uh, Spiridon?" Dalibor said, rather unnerved by his partner's rage. "M-Maybe you could back off a bit? Just a little?"

"We still need answers, Spiridon," Melchior added. "We can't get them from him if he's unconscious."

"...Fine." The Hawlucha, hearing the pleas of his comrades, lowered his arm. The tone of his voice, however, suggested he was far from happy about not laying into Perdido. "Still…no one talks crap about the Guild like he did…"

"I see your point. But you can't let your emotions get the better of you," Kallias said to him. "Otherwise, you may end up doing something you'll regret for the rest of your days."

"..." Spiridon said nothing. But the look on his face told him that he understood the Sceptile's words.

"Hah…idiots," Perdido remarked. "You should've just ignored what was going on here."

"...Piece of shit," growled Spiridon. "Don't make me go back on my promise!"

"...Not like it matters." A victorious grin suddenly crossed the Perrserker's face. "You're going to die anyway, the lot of you. Meddling in our affairs, and trying to salt the earth in which we will sprout…you won't succeed! We'll be the ones to escort you straight to Yveltal's embrace!"

"'We?'" Dalibor couldn't help but note his usage of the word. Upon uttering it, a realisation struck him, especially as he looked at the woods around him.

"Guys…I think we might be cornered."

"Cornered?!" Melchior cried out, looking around the clearing. And soon he could see it for himself.

Multiple figures were present in the shadows of the woods. Their exact forms were hard to make out. But there were many of them, and many pairs of eyes gazed at them.

"...Damnation," Kallias muttered. "How'd they know? They had to have known beforehand we would be here to organise an ambush like this…"

"The messenger tipped us off!" Perdido answered, grinning with superiority. "Guess you're shitty spies as well to boot!"

"He saw me? Crap…" Dalibor flinched when he heard this. "Sorry, guys…"

"...Nothing we can do about that now." Kallias observed. "We need to get out of this situation."

However, before they could act toward this end, movement could be seen within the trees.

"They're going to attack!" Melchior said. "Watch out, everyone!"

Melchior's warning proved true. Multiple black clouds of smoke flew towards them, and the area was soon caked in a black fog.

"Smokescreen!" coughed Kallias. "Be careful! They're going to use this opportunity to strike!"

This was certainly true. But a saying then ran itself through Kallias' head, and the Sceptile recalled a previous lesson he had learned from a time when he and Melchior were in Alba.

'Even the most experienced warrior can't defend against what he doesn't see coming.'

He gritted his teeth as he got on the defensive, fearing what was to come.

And soon, something did happen, amidst the smokescreen.

A scream of pain was heard from nearby. Kallias and Melchior froze with terror at that scream, knowing who it was from.

"Dali!"

And Spiridon's horrified cry only confirmed it.

Team Marshwood ran in the direction of the cry. They saw the avian looking down at the fallen form of Dalibor, the former with a face of despair.

"He's wounded!" Melchior pointed to where a small pool of blood was beginning to form around the Grimmsnarl's head. "And in the head, no less!"

"The head?! Oh, that's not good," Kallias reacted. "He needs medical attention immediately! Spiridon, we need to get out of here, now!"

"...But…" The Hawlucha's expression then turned to one of blazing fury. "...They need to pay for this!"

"Now's not the time, Spiridon!" Kallias shouted. "Getting out of here's our top priority!" As he said this, he narrowly dodged what appeared to be a Flame Burst, and felt one of its embers pierce him, causing him to hiss in pain. "We can't stay here! We'll be killed! Just like…" He didn't finish his sentence.

"Don't you dare say that!" But Spiridon knew what he would've said next had he not stopped himself. "Now where's that damn Perrserker?!" He dashed to just by the cauldron. There, the Smokescreen faded slightly, and he could see a bit clearer there. Right around that area…he found who he was looking for, and lunged for them.

"Gah!" Perdido cried. "Get off me, you feather - " He didn't get to finish his sentence before he was slugged across the face again.

And again.

And again.

"You bastard!" Spiridon screamed in rage, continuing to punch the Perrserker across the face in sheer fury. "You did this to Dali! You and these fucking outlaws with whatever the fuck's going on here! You will pay! You will pay!"

At that point, his gaze happened upon the cauldron of the mysterious liquid.

An intriguing thought came to mind, and in his enraged state, he was all too happy to carry it out.

"Let's give you a taste of your own medicine!" Spiridon declared before lifting Perdido and bringing him towards the cauldron.

"No! Don't, you birdbrain! Stop!" yelled Perdido.

"Shut the fuck up!" Spiridon yelled back at him, before plunging his head into the liquid. The Perrserker squirmed like mad trying to escape, but the Hawlucha's grip was as firm as could be.

"Spiridon! What are you doing?!" Kallias's voice came closer, and looking over, Spiridon could see the Sceptile running up to him. "Stop! We need to get out of here, now!" Behind him, Melchior came running up, carrying the unresponding Dalibor on his back.

"No!" Spiridon was defiant. "Not until this piece of shit gets what he deserves!" He pulled Perdido's head out of the liquid, before dunking it back in again.

"Revenge means nothing compared to saving Dalibor's life!" Melchior replied. "What will killing him solve?!"

"Quite right! What did I say about doing something you might regret?" Kallias reminded. "And here you are, throwing away what I just said to you!"

"..." Spiridon didn't reply immediately. And before he could, a Flash Cannon struck him right in the side.

"Argh!" he cried, nearly losing his grip on Perdido but managing to keep it.

"Right, that's it. I'm getting us out of here, whether you like it or not!" Kallias took the escape orb he was wielding in his hand, and slammed it down, transporting him, Melchior, Dalibor, Spiridon and Perdido out of the Dungeon.

The group reappeared outside of Yew Gulch. However, there was no time to take a breather, for an emergency was at hand.

"We need to get Dalibor to the village," Kallias said, breathing in and out over what had just happened. "He needs aid, as quickly as possible."

"Right. I'll carry him," Melchior replied, still holding the unresponsive Grimmsnarl. "...He's still alive. Just about. But we need to move fast."

"Then let's go. …Spiridon?" Kallias turned to the avian.

"...Yes, of course." The Hawlucha, having seen his partner's state, seemed to understood the gravity of the situation. "...But let me deal with this scumbag first." He went over to the dazed Perdido, and karate chopped the back of his neck, rendering him unconscious.

"..." Kallias stared at Spiridon with disapproval. "I won't discuss this with you now. We have more pressing issues at hand."

"Right," murmured Spiridon. "Let's just get Dali to the village."

"I'll run ahead and tell them what's what," Kallias volunteered, before sprinting off in the direction of the village. Melchior and Spiridon followed, though lagged behind due to their respective loads.

When they finally did arrive back at Serykholm, villagers were prepared with a stretcher to take Dalibor in. The Grimmsnarl was put in it and marched off to the village medic's hut.

"Mel!" a voice called, and looking over, Melchior saw his wife run up to him, Kallias following behind her. Her face was full of worry, as well as relief at her husband being alright.

"Paulina," he said. "...Sorry for all of this. But it's an emergency."

"I know. Kallias told me as much," the Meganium responded. "...Mel…what happened out there?"

"...It's a long story," Melchior sighed. "Let's go somewhere and talk about it."

"...Oh, how terrifying…" Paulina replied. "I'm so sorry about what happened to Dalibor. But…at least the rest of you are safe. That's…something, at least."

"True. That might not have been the case if we'd stayed for longer," Melchior mused. "To think, we walked into a trap…"

"...That Perrserker said that Hinnerk informed them of our approach," Kallias noted. "...Curious, though. Hinnerk wasn't anywhere to be seen."

"His job was as a messenger," Melchior recalled. "He probably just left his materials with those people in there and left."

"So he's still at large, then…" Kallias curled his fist in slight anger at this fact. "Complicit with attempted murder…Damn him! To think he got the better of us…"

"Did you inform the knights of this?"

"Yes. A bigger entourage is coming from Kamengrad to investigate this."

"...Good."

Silence reigned for a short bit, while Team Marshwood sipped some herbal tea that Paulina had made for them. It helped to calm their nerves in the wake of what had just happened. Since adrenaline was driving them when they were in the gulch, it was only now coming to them just what a hairy situation they were in.

At least they were safe for now in Serykholm. The village's guards vowed to defend against any potential invaders, and the unconscious Perdido had been tied up in the lead guard's house, ready to be handed over to the Kamengrad knights when they showed up.

This was something their companion was also beginning to understand. Spiridon, who had been in absolute rage back in the Dungeon, had gone noticeably quiet. Kallias looked over at him, and caught his eye.

"...Spiridon," he began.

"..." The Hawlucha said nothing. But the expression of resignation on his face displayed his feelings of guilt in the aftermath of all that had happened.

"...Do you have anything to say, Spiridon?" Kallias pressed.

"..." Spiridon gave a long sigh, and uttered his response.

"...I'm sorry."

"...At least you do regret it," Kallias replied. The avian's apology did sound genuine, based on the look on his face. "...I do hope you realise the extent to which you acted out of line in there. Of how at a time when your partner was in mortal peril, you sought out revenge instead. …Barely even a short-term solution. I know from experience from dealing with outlaws that had murdered before. To see a good friend of mine potentially go down that path…it makes me shudder. Do you believe that's what Dalibor would've wanted, Spiridon?"

Spiridon flinched at the reminder of the Grimmsnarl, who at the present moment was being treated by the village's medic. "...N-No. That's not what he would've wanted…"

"...I'll have to raise this matter with Mitrofan when we get back to Iria," Kallias sternly told him. "It's the desertion of Dalibor in his time of need. That, more than anything, is the height of your misdeeds. Forget about the revenge - the attempt to poison that Perrserker. Leaving Dalibor - that is the cardinal sin here."

"I know," Spiridon moped. "I messed up big time…and I'm sorry…" He sounded close to tears.

Seeing that the conversation was shifting back to Dalibor, Melchior turned to Paulina.

"How is Dalibor right now?" he asked.

"...Papa's been with him for some time now," the Meganium answered. As it so happened, the village's medic was her father. "I can't say for sure how Dalibor is. I can only hope Papa can do something about his condition…"

Unfortunately, her tone didn't invite confidence. It was, after all, a serious wound to the head, and those had the potential to have serious consequences for those that suffered them. And there wasn't anything the three mercenaries could do to help. All they could do was hope and pray for the best.

Quite some time passed - indeed, night had fallen by the time Paulina's father, a Parasect, approached the group from a side room where he was treating Dalibor.

"Tymon," Melchior said to him. "How is he?"

"..." Tymon took a breath. "...I have news, and unfortunately, most of it is not good."

Everyone's heart sank at this news.

"...How is he, Doc? Please, don't play around with words. Just…give it to us straight," Spiridon begged. "Is Dali gonna be okay or not?"

"...I can't truly say for sure," Tymon answered. "I can at least give you the good news. Your friend is alive."

"Oh thank goodness." Spiridon breathed a sigh of relief.

"However!" The sharpness of the Parasect's next words quickly cast this feeling of relief aside. "Given the state of his injury, he may as well be."

"What? What do you mean, 'he may as well be'?!" Spiridon asked.

"...Come with me," Tymon demanded, gesturing with his claw. The other four followed him to his medical room.

They saw Dalibor, laying on one of the two beds in the room. Spiridon and Team Marshwood flinched at the sight of their teammate. His lower body was unharmed, but it was the head that drew their attention. Dalibor, from his forehead upward, had been completely bandaged. Meanwhile, the Grimmsnarl's eyes were closed, not at all reacting to their entrance.

Though they heard Tymon's words that he was alive, they had a collective sinking feeling at what the Parasect doctor was going to say.

"Your friend, Dalibor, has a pulse. Therefore, he is alive. However, on the other hand, he has been completely unresponsive to any sort of physical and verbal stimuli," elaborated Tymon. "He is unresponsive to light. He is completely unaware that we are here. Hence, why I said he may as well be dead. That was a serious injury he sustained. Serious enough…to put him into a coma."

"A coma?!" Spiridon reacted with horror. "No…please no…"

"I cannot say how long it will last, his comatose state," Tymon continued. "It could last for days. On the other hand, it could take months…maybe even years. …But I am afraid we do not have the means to treat him here in Serykholm, should this last a longer period of time. He would be better off being treated by the doctors in Iria. Their superior medical knowledge and better access to care would make Iria a more suitable place to treat him."

"Yes…that would be for the best," Kallias said.

"...Thanks for your help, Tymon," Melchior said to him.

"...It's my job, Melchior," the doctor replied. "I only wish I could do more. ...Leave him to me. I'll watch over him until you're ready to bring him back to Iria."

"Right. We'll leave for now." Team Marshwood got ready to leave the room. However…they noticed that Spiridon hadn't moved from his spot.

"...A coma…" He plainly hadn't been paying attention to his fellow mercenaries in leaving the room. "No…No, no, this can't be happening…How am I gonna tell Cornelia? How am I gonna tell the kids about this…?"

Spiridon's despair was palpable, and Kallias and Melchior could only feel sympathy for the Hawlucha. What happened to Dalibor was horrible for the man himself. But for his good friends, his family, those he looked after, and his fellow Guild members…the effects of the attack on the Grimmsnarl would be felt far beyond his partner and two fellow mercenaries.

All of the mercenaries left the room with heavy hearts, not looking forward to their return to Iria with the bad news they had.

Notes

I've been playing a fair amount of Xenoblade Chronicles 3 lately. Therefore, I styled the salute Yuliya does like the one carried out by the troops in that game.

Nagoria is derived from the Russian for 'upland'.

Serykholm is derived from the Russian for 'grey hill'.

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