Chapter 23: Heart's Fire
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Chapter 23: Heart's Fire
After a disastrous gym battle, a heartfelt evolution and shocking robbery, Koa has rescued his stolen teammates from Team Blackout. However, now he must deal with the aftermath... just how will this affect his journey?
Echo (Male Golbat)
Hazard (Male Joltik)
Rascal (Female Tyrunt)
Anubis (Male Houndoom)
*Scrapper (Male Breloom)
Flurry (Female Spheal)
Koa lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling and watching the fan blades spin. The clock on the nightstand read 5:17, a fact which he knew because he'd been checking it every couple minutes. His pokemon snoozed peacefully around the room, but he found himself unable to find rest so easily. All night he'd tossed and turned, dark shadows and haunting cries filling his dreams. The events of yesterday were still fresh in his mind as well.
His gaze traveled to Anubis, who lay curled tightly around Flurry. It was a stark difference to the blood rage he'd seen in the Houndoom's eyes yesterday, facing the thugs who'd stolen Flurry. It was a little scary - not that he was scared of Anubis, but of what he would do to someone who hurt his pack.
The other thought, the one he didn't want to think about, was how close he'd come to losing his pokemon. Another half hour perhaps, and Team Blackout would have been on a boat and far out to sea with Flurry, Rascal and Hazard. He swallowed and glanced over again at his pokemon, just to reassure himself they were safe.
His thoughts continued to drift as he lay still, contemplating the robbery. One thought in particular crossed his mind a few moments before he drifted off to sleep. Why take Hazard? Or that girl's Minun? Neither were particularly valuable, at least as far as he was aware. What good could a couple unevolved (or unable to evolve) electric types do? Finally, he drifted off into a restless sleep, with vague dreams of being lost, and his pokemon missing.
xXx
Sleep didn't last long. He was awoken by a notification indicating that Scrapper was ready to be picked up. He practically shot out of bed, quickly dressing in semi-presentable clothing before rushing to the front desk.
When he arrived, a doctor in a white coat was waiting for him. He offered an amiable smile as Koa approached. "You're Breloom's trainer, correct?"
Koa nodded.
"Now you understand your Breloom needs plenty of time to recover, right?" The doctor looked him dead in the eyes, and Koa nodded seriously, pushing aside his excitement at getting his pokemon back.
"Make sure you give him at least a full month until you allow him to battle again. During that time, only walking and light exercise. Here is a detailed care sheet for him. As long as you follow this, he will make a full recovery." He held out a small packet of papers to Koa.
Koa took them and nodded again, and the doctor smiled. "Excellent. You're all set then. Nurse Joy will be out shortly with Breloom."
"Thank you."
The doctor left, and Koa paced as he impatiently waited for his Breloom.
A minute later, a Chansey appeared from the back, pushing a large cart. And on that cart sat Scrapper. A white bandage was wrapped around his leg, and he sat awkwardly, not resting against it at all.
"Scrapper!" Koa cried delightedly. Scrapper looked up, then grinned at the sight of him, giving a happy rumble.
He helped Scrapper off the cart, then thanked the nurse profusely, as well as asking her to thank the doctor again for him. Chansey and Nurse Joy departed, leaving Koa alone in the pokemon center. "I'm going to return you for a bit to rest, that way you don't hurt your leg," he told him. To his surprise, Scrapper's only response was nod. No protests. Shrugging it off, he returned Scrapper, then headed back upstairs to pack. There was still a lot to figure out.
Upstairs, he released Scrapper again, helping him onto the bed where he could sit comfortably. The Breloom made no attempt to resist help, which felt a bit odd for him. But perhaps he was simply tired?
"Scrapper... I owe you an apology." He glanced at the rest of his team arrayed around the room. Anubis raised his head and looked at him, while Flurry blinked sleepily from her spot nestled next to Anubis. "All of you guys, really. I dragged you into a situation you weren't ready for, and..." he trailed off. "Especially you Scrapper. My recklessness got you hurt."
Scrapper, who until now had simply stared towards the floor, looked up and gave a cry of protest. He moved closer and patted Koa firmly on the shoulder, staring fiercely as he did. Even without speaking pokemon, he could tell what Scrapper was trying to say. You didn't make me do it. I chose this.
"But-"
Scrapper rumbled, anger in his tone, his tail lashing side to side. He gestured to Flurry, then to Hazard and Rascal, as if to say 'I did this for them.'
Koa looked away, unable to meet Scrapper's eyes. "I still should have done more."
Another grunt, followed by Scrapper punching the bed. 'I don't regret anything.'
Silence fell for a moment. Koa swallowed, not sure what else to say. Scrapper was right of course, he'd made his own choice. Yet he could shake the guilt. He turned away, glancing around the room. At least it had worked out in the end. He'd saved his pokemon from a terrible fate. Now he could move on. Which meant he needed to start packing.
Halfway through packing, his phone rang. He reached for it, ready to answer, the paused when he saw the caller ID. Blake. For a few seconds, he let it ring. Then he took a deep breath and answered.
"Hi Blake," he mumbled.
"Koa."
Koa gulped. Echo's ears pricked and he grew still, watching Koa anxiously, sensing the shift in his demeanor.
"You're coming back to Canalave." Blake's voice sounded short and clipped.
"Yeah, actually I was planning on-"
His cousin continued, silencing Koa. "There's a boat leaving at 6pm. I've purchased your ticket already. Just show them your trainer ID." His cousin paused. "Don't miss it." Click. The line went dead, and Koa flinched away from his phone. He couldn't remember the last time he'd ever heard Blake sound so cold. A second later, his poketch beeped, showing a text message with more details about the boat.
Koa stared at, then at his phone. Should he call Blake back? Try and apologize? Explain? He shook his head. He was fairly certain that no amount of apologizing would do anything, not now at least. Besides, doing it over the phone was pointless.
Feeling as if his head were buzzing, Koa hurriedly packed the last of his things, then left the pokemon center. There were still several hours before Blake's boat left, and he wanted to get away from the city. Almost unconsciously, he took the west exit, making his way towards where he'd made camp just a few days before.
Less than an hour later, he found himself standing on the same ridge where he'd watched Echo battle a Staraptor. Overhead, grey clouds carpeted the sky, giving the whole area a rather bleak feel. The ground underneath was a bit squishy, and he could still see the glistening water droplets on the grass, indicating rain recently. Unsurprising, considering the area was rather known for its perpetually rainy weather. His hand drifted to his pokeballs, and he released Echo. The Crobat emerged with a shriek, fluttering around Koa's head before settling on his backpack. He reached back, stroking Echo between his ears.
"Remember this spot, buddy?"
Echo gave a happy shree in reply, dislodging himself enough to flutter over the edge of the cliff a few feet. Koa crept closer as well, then peered over the edge, letting out a low whistle as he did. Seeing it now, in daylight, the drop was terrifying. It was a miracle he hadn't broken any bones. He stepped back, his thoughts drifting again.
It was hard to believe how much had happened in just a few days. Even the past week had been crazy. Raikou's attack, losing at the gym, Echo evolving, his pokemon nearly getting stolen and Scrapper getting hurt. A light drizzle started, though the drops were so few and far between it felt more like a mist than anything else.
Out of curiosity, he scanned the skies, wondering if the same Staraptor might be around. To his dismay, he saw no sign of the impressive avian. He chuckled to himself. To think, months ago, when he first started training, he'd compared the Zubat line to the Starly line, as if all flying types were the same. Now he realized what a ridiculous notion that was. A lot had changed since then, he reflected.
Yet he'd still ended up getting his pokemon hurt. Had he not changed enough? As if sensing his thoughts, Echo returned to his perch on Koa's backpack, giving a comforting trill. "Yeah, you have a point," he mused out loud. His actions going after Team Blackout had been necessary. Officer Traci had said so herself. The thugs would have escaped if he and Avis hadn't done something. And Scrapper had affirmed he had no regret.
His gaze shifted in the direction of Mt. Coronet, which was little more than a distant shadow on the horizon thanks to the gray weather. Blake's words came back to him.
"Whenever you lose a fight, you should try to learn something about your opponent, and about yourself."
The Blackout incident hadn't exactly been a fight, but the principle still remained. Every situation presented a chance to learn something about himself. Even though he didn't regret his actions, he also knew he could have approached the situation with more caution. Next time, he would. Although hopefully, there wouldn't be a next time.
A tiny, cold tongue rasped across the back of his neck and Koa flinched out of his thoughts. "Gross, Echo," he grumbled. "Keep it up, and it's the last time I'm letting you ride on my backpack."
The Crobat's only response was to give him another playful lick.
Shaking his head, Koa looked out again in the direction of Mt. Coronet. Only three more badges. The drizzle let up, and a gust of wind blew, ruffling his hair. Overhead, the carpet of gray clouds parted, and sunlight fell across the grassy hills, causing the water to sparkle. As more clouds fell away, a rainbow appeared. It arced across the sky like a brilliant bridge of multicolored light, as if someone had taken a huge paintbrush to the sky. Koa gasped softly. It seemed more vivid than any rainbow he'd ever witnessed, each color distinct and blazing.
On his back, Echo stilled. A huge shadow fell across Koa, blanketing the ridge. Both he and Echo looked up simultaneously. His breath hitched and his heart skipped a few beats. Time slid to a crawl. Shimmering crimson feathers filled his vision, sweeping overhead and kicking up a burst of wind that nearly knocked Koa off his feet. He caught a glimpse of a massive avian pokemon as it soared by only yards above. His brain seemed to freeze, struggling to process the sight before his eyes. No other pokemon sported feathers so red, or wings that shimmered in the sun.
No pokemon but Ho-Oh.
Ho-Oh the legendary phoenix, resurrector, guardian of the Bell Tower.
In stupefied silence, mouth hanging open, he watched Ho-Oh fly overhead. The sun cascaded off its multicolored feathers, causing them to shimmer with red, gold and green. Its great tail streamed behind it like a cone of fire and the feathers on its belly gleamed a pristine ivory. With a few flaps of its mighty wings, it rose higher into the sky, a rainbow of sparkling light trailing after it.
Then, a single drop of light fell from its form and drifted lazily across the sky towards him. In a trance, he reached his hand up, and the light drifted into it. Closing his hands around it, he opened them to see a single, glistening feather. Warmth flooded his hand. It shimmered in the sun, seemingly red, orange, gold and green all at once.
He stared out at the sky again, just in time to catch a distant glimpse of Ho-Oh's golden tailfeathers as it disappeared into the clouds. For several more seconds, Koa didn't move. He simply stared at the spot where Ho-Oh had vanished, his heart thudding erratically in his chest. Still dazed, he practically collapsed into a sitting position, ignoring the water soaking his pants. Tearing his gaze away from the sky, he peered down at the feather in his hand. It felt a bit warm, and seemed to pulse lightly, the colors shifting and dancing across it.
A crazed smile crept across his face. Leaping to his feet and sending Echo fluttering awkwardly off his back, he let out a loud whoop. "We did it, Echo!" he cried. Echo matched his cry with a shriek of his own, their voices joining into an odd harmony of joy. He gazed down at the feather in his hands, still grinning wildly. We did it. He'd met the real Ho-Oh. Of that, he had no doubt. This was no fake. Which meant he'd met an honest to goodness, true legendary. And he had the feather to prove it.
There were plenty of legends surrounding Ho-Oh feathers, ranging from them being good luck charms to truly ridiculous myths about rainbow heroes or something. He wasn't sure how much of the myths were true, but he didn't care. One thing he did believe, Ho-Oh didn't accidentally drop feathers.
For a long time, he didn't leave the ridge. Eventually, some time after the sun had crossed the midpoint of the sky, he managed to drag himself away. He returned to Veilstone, still in a state of shock. He'd only been in the city for a few minutes when he felt his phone buzzing. Immediately, unease filled him. He really hoped it wasn't Blake.
Almost hesitantly, he retrieved his phone and peered at the screen. Avis. Phew. He answered it quickly. "Hey Avis."
"Koa! You know, I have been calling you for the past thirty minutes." She sounded mildly annoyed, though there was an underlying excitement to her voice.
"Sorry," Koa replied. "I was distracted. What's up?"
"I've got some news to share, if you're still in Veilstone."
Curiosity filled Koa. He had been wondering how she'd fared after yesterday. "Sure. Where do you want to meet?"
"How about Sawsbucks Cafe?" Avis said. "There's one on the south side of the city."
"Sounds great, see you there!"
xXx
Reaching the cafe didn't take long. When he arrived, she waved eagerly to him from a table outside the cafe. He took a seat across from her. To his surprise, she didn't seem upset or distressed in the slightest. Perhaps she'd managed to keep her investigators license? "So what happened? Did they take away your license?"
"Yup!" Avis grinned.
Koa blinked, then frowned. "Okaayy... You're not super upset, which means there's more to this. What happened?"
Avis leaned forward, placing her hands on the table. "I had to have my license revoked, for breaking the rules about involving a civilian. Which the police guy who was questioning me seemed annoyed about. But then they told me to hang around, there was someone who wanted to talk to me. Then a guy in a brown trenchcoat comes in." She grinned delightedly, her eyes lighting up as she continued. "Turns out, it's Looker!"
"Who?" Koa asked.
She rolled her eyes. "I'm the crazy one for not knowing all the weird legendary celebrities, but you don't even know Looker?" She shook her head. "He's one of the most well-known members of the international police, and a master of disguise. And he's responsible for the takedown of Team Galactic. Anyways, I guess he was one of the members looking into Team Blackout. When he heard about what happened, he asked to speak to me." Her voice rose in volume as her excitement grew. "Can you believe that? Looker wanted to talk to me!"
"What did he say?"
"I'm getting there," she said, shooting him a playful glare. "So I've been sending in a lot of information about Team Blackout, and other criminals these past few years. And apparently Looker himself has kept tabs on my reports. After what happened yesterday, he met with me." Her voice changed into what Koa could only assume was an imitation of Looker. "He said: 'Even though your actions were foolhardy, they were driven by justice and strong character'. So... Now they want to consider bringing me into the International Police as a trainee!" She finished with a smile and sat back in her chair.
Koa stared at her, absorbing what she'd just said. "That's sick!" he grinned widely. "So you're really gonna become a member of the International Police?"
"Technically, I still have a few years training in the academy that I have to pass, but yes. I finally have a shot." Her face grew a little more serious. "Thanks to your help though. And... I'm sorry. I never wanted to have any of your pokemon get hurt. I shouldn't have allowed you to put yourself in danger. It's against the rules-"
"Stop." He shook his head. "First, you didn't make me do anything. I asked to help you. Second, aren't you the one who told me law and justice walk different paths? I don't regret what I did today, and I know Scrapper doesn't either. No matter what the rules say." He paused, recalling something else he'd heard. "I met Cynthia back when I was in Hearthome. She told me that the world we live in today is good because everyone has a responsibility to uphold. And you did that yesterday."
Avis brightened slightly. "Thank you. You have a point, I definitely didn't force you. Is Scrapper going to be ok though?"
Koa nodded. "He'll take a little while to recover, but the doctor said as long as he takes it slow, he'll be fine."
"That's good."
"So I guess you'll be heading straight there to begin training?" he asked.
"Yes. I guess this is where we part ways again. But I'm sure we'll cross paths again. And by then, who knows? Maybe I'll be a full-fledged member."
"Maybe... I'll still beat you in a battle though." He smirked at her.
"Don't be so sure. I won't be the only one in training, my pokemon will be too."
"Yeah, but I will be too. And I'm already better than you, so..."
"You lost last time we battled," she pointed out.
"Only because I was testing a new move! Which Rascal mastered by the way."
Avis gave a nonchalant shrug. "A loss is a loss," she stated, standing up. He scowled at her, mock playfully, and she glared back. Then she chuckled. "We'll settle this one day."
"We sure will," Koa replied confidently. For the next hour or so, they made amiable conversation. He filled her in on the results of his training, and how Wilma had helped teach Rascal Ice Fang.
In turn, she told him all about how her Litwick had evolved recently and how her team had been working on some new techniques since they last battled. He decided not to tell her about Ho-Oh, or the feather. There would be time for that one day, but for now, he wanted to savor the experience in his heart.
Eventually, as the afternoon wore on, it came time for her to leave. "Don't be a stranger," she said, standing up.
"I won't,'' Koa promised. "See you when I see you." She waved farewell, and Koa waved back.
After she had gone, he headed for the department store. As long as he had a couple more hours to kill, he might as well stock up. As he wandered the aisles of the mall, trying to get a few supplies, he found himself constantly reached into his pocket, stroking the feather, checking to make sure it wasn't some bizarre dream.
He ended up purchasing a cheap jacket, which was nowhere near as nice as his old one, but still better than nothing. He also spent some money on treats for all his pokemon - honey, pokeblocks, and some fresh berries. They had all earned it. Then he made his way to the eastern edge of Veilstone, where a large park of sorts lay. It wasn't much more than a fenced-in stretch of grass and a few sparse trees, but it was peaceful and empty.
After a pleasant lunch with his pokemon, and a rather humorous attempt from Echo to reenact the appearance of Ho-Oh to his other pokemon, he departed for the docks. A short check in, the steward explained the boat trip was roughly a week long, during which they would make several stops before Canalave. He was shown to his quarters, which were comfortable enough, and informed what hours the cafe on board was open. Then he was left to his own devices.
As soon as he was settled, he released Scrapper, Flurry, and Hazard. The cabin wasn't quite big enough for Rascal and Anubis to fit comfortably, so he opted to wait until later to see them. Flurry greeted him with a cheerful squeak, then Hazard crawled onto his shoulder and nuzzled his cheek, making his skin tingle. He turned to Scrapper, ready to remind him to rest, only to find that the Breloom had clambered onto the bed and was sitting down, staring at the wall. He frowned.
"Are you okay Scrapper?"
Scrapper looked up, then quickly nodded. Koa stared at him a moment longer, not entirely convinced. Scrapper was absolutely acting weird. He'd expected more resistance. Then again, it had to be hard for him, knowing he wouldn't be able to do any fighting for a month.
"Don't worry Scrapper. I know you can't run around or battle, but maybe we could still work on some fighting techniques that use your arms," he offered. At that, Scrapper brightened, giving a happy cry. With everything else settled, Koa decided to explore the boat. He had a feeling it was going to be a very long week.
xXx
As it turned out, he was right. The week dragged by. After his initial exploration, there was little else to see. The boat was small, and mostly consisted of cabins, an exercise room, a cafe, and a tiny cubicle where one could buy snacks. Most of his free time he spent on the deck, where all his pokemon could roam comfortably.
He did some brief training with Scrapper, though he stuck only to some basic punches and walking around the boat. Despite his best efforts to cheer Scrapper up, he couldn't help but notice the melancholy air the Breloom still had. Yet he couldn't think of any words to say to help. In the end, he resigned himself to trying to spend as much time training and helping him recover as possible.
For the rest of his stay he lounged around his room, wishing Dialga could show up and make time fly by. His only other comfort was admiring the feather Ho-Oh had bestowed upon him.
On one such occasion, laying on his back on his bed in the cabin, an announcement rang over the PA system. Good evening passengers. We are now approaching Canalave City. Expected arrival time is thirty minutes. Please be prepared to disembark in a timely manner if this is your stop.
Koa shot out of bed. He paused just long enough to tuck the feather safely into a compartment in his backpack and pack the rest of his things, then he raced out onto the deck. A blast of warm ocean air greeted him. On the horizon, the low buildings of Canalave peeked from the horizon and famous drawbridges started to rise. He took a deep breath, letting the familiar sights wash over him. Even from this distance, he could pick out the pokemon center, pokemart, and the library. It was good to be home.
A short time later, the boat pulled into port. He darted to the ramp, ready to disembark. He took one step off the boat and caught sight of Blake, standing at the end of the ramp with his arms crossed. He froze and cringed, reluctantly meeting Blake's eyes. They glistened like chips of ice in the late morning sunlight. Scowling, he descended the ramp.
When he reached the bottom, Blake stayed utterly silent, simply turning and starting towards the house. Koa followed, frustration boiling inside him. The silence only grew thicker as they walked.
Blake opened the door of the house, and Koa stepped inside. Almost immediately, Absol trotted up to him, nuzzling his hand. He smiled briefly, patting Absol's head, then trudged over to the couch and flopped down. His cousin picked an armchair that faced him. For a moment, he found himself wondering if Blake had rearranged the furniture to make this confrontation easier. Or more intimidating.
For a full minute, Blake didn't speak. He sat on the chair, hands folded and chin tucked into them, staring at the ground. His foot tapped on the wooden floor, making Koa very anxious. He hadn't seen Blake upset like this since... well probably since he'd broken his arm trying to climb a tree right after it rained. Finally, his cousin spoke. "Tell me what happened." His voice sounded strained and clipped.
That was a surprise. Koa half expected Blake to launch into a lecture. Swallowing, he began. "Well, after I rematched Maylene, that group, Team Blackout, attacked the pokemon center. They stole a bunch of pokemon, including my Rascal, Flurry and Hazard." He continued, explaining everything that happened after. Avis showing up, pursuing the criminals, fighting the thief and Scrapper getting injured. The entire time, Blake listened, only interjecting to ask for clarification once or twice. Koa ended his tale with a sigh.
Part of him was tempted to give an explanation, to justify his choice. But he also wasn't sure Blake would even listen, if he was too upset. The clock on the wall ticked loudly and Koa stared at the floor.
He let out a sigh. "I'm not mad." Blake spoke slowly, carefully.
Koa looked up.
"I was mad," Blake corrected. "But only because I was worried. When the police called me about you, I automatically assumed the worst. Getting a call from the police..." he took a long breath. "Usually it means something bad, Koa." He unfolded his hands, resting them on his lap to look Koa in the eyes. "I was so relieved to hear you weren't injured. And then I was angry. Angry because for one moment, I was scared." He shook his head. "I worry about you. And knowing you're out there doing things like fighting criminals only makes me more concerned-"
"But I can handle myself!" Koa protested. "I have my pokemon-"
Blake held up his hand. "Koa, I know. I know you're capable and a pretty decent trainer. Your pokemon are tough. But the same way you feel responsible for what happened to Scrapper, I am responsible for you."
"Oh," Koa said. He sat back, his irritation swiftly fading as his cousin's words fully sank in. He remembered sitting there for hours at the pokemon center, driving himself mad with possibilities. The guilt he still felt when seeing Scrapper's injury. And all that on top of the fact that he'd been in the hospital just a short time before, due to his encounter with the Rapidash.
He continued. "But... I'm also proud of what you did. A good trainer should look out for his pokemon, and pokemon theft is not something to take lightly." He chuckled slightly and shook his head. "Honestly, I would have probably done the exact same thing."
Koa stared silently at the floor as he took in his cousin's words. "Did I do the right thing then?"
Blake let out a long breath, then groaned and ran his hand through his hair. "What's right is hardly ever easy." His cousin's voice grew lower and his gaze dropped to the floor. "Sometimes doing what's right can get good people hurt. Truth be told though, I... I'd rather you do what's right than do nothing."
Swallowing, Koa nodded in numb agreement. He'd always believed in doing what was right, standing against evil... it was something he'd always had in common with Blake.
Blake took a breath, and his tone brightened as he continued. "That still doesn't mean you get to be reckless! Try to be careful, please. I mean, at this rate you're going to give me gray hair."
Koa chuckled. "Gray would probably be an improvement on you. Maybe it would make you wiser."
Blake smirked. "At least I have hope. I'm pretty sure there's nothing on this planet that can make you smarter."
Koa scowled, then rolled his eyes. "Ha ha, ok."
"Please though, promise you'll be cautious? Think a little more and let the police handle things? If you can?"
Koa nodded solemnly. "I promise." Setting aside his doubts, he grinned. "I've got something to show you!" He reached into his backpack and withdrew Ho-Oh's feather.
Blake's jaw dropped, and Koa savored the look of utter shock. "Is that-?"
"Ho-Oh's feather? Yup!" He smirked proudly. Bursting with excitement, he retold the experience of meeting Ho-Oh on the ridge, and getting the feather.
For a few seconds, Blake sat in stunned silence. "That's amazing, Little K! You met a real legendary. And Ho-Oh of all things." An odd look flashed through his eyes, almost like guilt. He smiled, but his eyes watered slightly. "It's been so long since I've heard of a proper legendary sighting here. Ever since..." he stopped somewhat abruptly, but Koa already knew what he'd been about to say.
Ever since Team Galactic. Even now their legacy still haunted Sinnoh. And-
"Well, not counting that Entei I suppose," he said with a humorless laugh.
"Or Raikou," Koa said quietly.
Grim silence fell for a moment. Once again Koa found himself asking the same question. Were those real legendaries? And what of the second Entei?
Blake's expression shifted to a grin. "Well, now that you're here, you'll have to fill me in on everything else that happened on your adventures," Blake said. "Starting with your team. I haven't gotten to meet them yet!"
Koa nodded, glad for the distraction. One by one, he released each of his pokemon. In an instant, the living room grew more crowded. Echo shrieked happily and flew about, greeting Koa with sticky licks. Flurry bumped Blake's ankles until he picked her up into his lap and began stroking her. Anubis barked eagerly, wagging his tail as he began nosing Blake. Chuckling, his cousin stroked the large canine and then scratched him behind the horns. Scrapper puffed out his chest and threw a few punches, showing off. Rascal sniffed disdainfully, then stood tall and gave a roar, making Blake jump.
The movement dislodged Flurry, sending her rolling to the ground. She squeaked in shock, and Anubis shot Rascal a dirty look. Rascal, however, ignored him. She strutted up to Blake and plopped her head on his lap. "Well I can see where you get your name," Blake said, shaking his head as he scratched her under her chin.
Hazard emerged from her ruff slowly, perching on her head as he eyed Blake. At the sight of the small electric type, Blake slowly held his hand out. Hazard studied it for a second, then nuzzled his fingers. Then, a second later he was tackled by Echo, and treated to one of his signature greeting licks. Grimacing, Blake pried the excited Crobat off. He flew back to Koa and settled onto his head.
"You've really got yourself a nice team," Blake said finally, once everyone had settled down. "I'm impressed. I thought you'd never let go of your plan."
Koa laughed awkwardly. "Yeah. I almost got rid of Echo at first. But he stuck with me." He reached up to scratch the Crobat's soft purple fur. A lot had changed since he first left Canalave, he reflected. But had it all been for the better? One question gnawed at his heart that he wanted to ask Blake. Yet he couldn't bring himself to say it. Instead, he opted to fill Blake in on everything that had happened on his journey.
For the next several hours he recounted his adventures, from the pokemon he met, to trainers he battled. He skipped recounting the bits about the legendary beasts, since technically he didn't know what he'd seen. And there was no need to give his cousin more concern. They wore the night away talking. In those moments, just enjoying his cousin's company and recounting his travels, he felt utterly relaxed.
As he turned in for the night however, his mind turned to the question he'd dared not ask earlier, the question that had been turning over in his mind for the past week. One only deepened by receiving Ho-Oh's feather.
Am I really a good trainer?
xXx
At first, being home was quite pleasant for Koa. He had time to work with all his pokemon, without worrying about traveling. He particularly focused on Flurry, given that she was still a ways behind the rest of his team. Blake was also able to give him some good advice on training, and he made solid progress as well as purchasing him a single-use TM for Steel Wing. Naturally, he used it on Echo to replace Crunch. It would come in handy if he faced Rock or Ice Types. Flurry practiced her moveset as well, until she had a solid handle on each of her attacks. Scrapper had plenty of time to rest too, and seemed to be recovering well.
By far the best part about returning home, however, was being near the Canalave Library again. Much of his free time was spent within the building, and on this particular rainy afternoon, he had once again taken refuge within.
He took a deep breath as he stepped inside, reveling in the familiar sight of the book lined shelves. It felt like seeing an old friend again. Today, he had a particular goal in mind to research, a topic he'd yearned to probe once he was back in Canalave - Legendaries. Maybe there was something within these walls that could clear up what was happening.
Thirty minutes, and a tall stack of books later, he had taken a seat in a quiet corner of the library to scour his findings. Several were ones he'd already read, but a few were newly published. He began by reviewing one of his favorite volumes, an encyclopedia that compiled all the known Legendary and Mythical pokemon. Something Kitto had said to him a long while ago had been bothering him, and he couldn't think of a better time to rectify it.
What legendary would he try to battle and catch first? An hour later, he thought he'd come to a reasonable choice. Latias. Latias were legendary dragon pokemon, but were also not thought to be as strong as deities, such as Lugia or Rayquaza. They were also not singularities, meaning there were at least one or two around, though they were incredibly rare. It meant he'd have to travel, since they were usually seen in Hoenn, but at least it gave him a solid goal to pursue after he earned his badges.
And climbed Mt. Coronet.
With that question answered, he turned to his other research - the legendary beasts and Ho-Oh. His research was quite fruitful. First, his suspicions were confirmed. Nothing in any of the books suggested there were multiple of the beasts. Some speculation, yes. But never anything absolute.
There were also a few interesting passages about Ho-Oh and his feathers. Like he had heard, they were supposedly given to trainers who were 'pure of heart'. There was also one brief myth about something called a 'Rainbow Hero' but he was pretty sure that was utter bogus. Folktale more than anything.
One final passage caught his interest. It was one of the last books he skimmed, and it talked about legendaries and their relationships with humans.
'One question researchers have asked throughout time is why legendaries have been occasionally responsible for disasters and destruction. If they are benevolent deities, why would they commit such acts? The truth is far more complex than most people want to admit. There are many varied reasons for these occurrences. In a few cases, it is the work of humans themselves, attempting to frame legendaries. In one such occurrence, mirage technology was used to misrepresent legendaries.
In other cases, the legendaries lash out because of various interferences. For example, if pokemon are injured or being attacked, a legendary may step in to fight the aggressor. Instances have also been recorded of the opposite - ordinary pokemon acting strangely because something has happened to upset the balance between legendaries.
At the end of the day, it is rarely, if ever, the fault of the legendaries themselves. Most known records of rampages can be linked to human malignance.'
Closing the book, he leaned back in his chair and stared up at the ceiling, thinking. Mirage technology could explain why he'd seen two Entei. Except mirage technology didn't have any real power. It simply created a projection. The Entei at Amity had exuded power. And used moves. But if it wasn't a mirage, then what was it? An illusion? No, still too powerful for that. But perhaps it was faked...
Making one final sweep of the library, he returned the books he selected and headed for the exit. As fun as his research had been, he still felt unsatisfied. Despite his new knowledge, many questions still lingered. Entei could have become enraged for some reason... But why? Amity Square was one of the most peaceful places in Sinnoh. And the mural in Celestic Town was a mural about legendaries. It had stood for years. Why would Raikou destroy it?
Fake legendaries were the only answer that made sense, but what else could be strong enough for that?
xXx
"So, when are you going to challenge Byron?" Blake asked him over breakfast one morning.
Koa poked at a sausage on his plate and frowned. Even though he'd expected the question eventually, he wasn't exactly happy to hear it. "Dunno," he began. "Soon. I'd like to keep training more first though." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Blake's gaze narrow in suspicion.
"Not a bad idea. But you do know training only against yourself doesn't give you or your pokemon much experience," Blake said. "You could train in solitude for years with just you and your pokemon, and still be weaker than a trainer who's been on the road for a few months."
"I know," Koa replied, resisting the urge to groan. He'd heard the lecture from his cousin before, more than once. "A trainer can only truly grow stronger by battling against other opponents of equal or greater skill." As he spoke, he made air quotes with his hands.
Blake grinned. "Exactly! So, I'll ask again, when are you going to challenge Byron?"
Koa stared across the table at Blake. His cousin returned his gaze evenly. "I'll go by today," he said finally. "But just to check it out, and maybe set an appointment."
His cousin gave a nod. "Good enough for me."
xXx
As he walked to the gym, he kept his pace fairly slow, in a poor attempt to drag out the time. He felt torn- part of him really wanted to face the gym, and get back to his goal. He'd beat Maylene, he felt fairly confident in his prowess, and he'd even gotten a Ho-Oh feather.
Yet on the other hand, he felt just as doubtful, for the same reasons. He'd beat Maylene, but that didn't guarantee a win against Byron. And he'd still screwed up and gotten Scrapper hurt, even after knowing he shouldn't rush into things and get too over confident. What if he allowed the same mistake to happen again? Why had he even received the feather? He didn't deserve it, he wasn't a good person-
To his dismay, he arrived at the gym all too soon. He gazed up at it, putting aside any misgivings to admire the building. The structure itself was quite the sight. Jagged rock formed the base while a pathwork of metal panels adorned the sides. Four large red steel beams curved up along the outside like support columns, and the entire look was completed by a silver dome-like roof.
After admiring the outside a moment longer, he walked inside. It felt like stepping into a museum. Hundreds of glass cases adorned the entry hall, featuring a variety of rock specimens that rivaled the museum in Oreburgh. There were fossils of all kinds, and various mineral and stone deposits from different eras. A small counter stood near the entrance. Beyond that, he could see a pair of wide steel doors, which he assumed led to a battlefield.
A dark-haired young woman at the receptionist counter glanced up at him, giving him a blank stare. Her fair skin made him wonder how often she got outside. "Welcome to Canalave Gym." She said in a monotone drawl. "How are you today? Appointment times are available from 8-6." As she spoke, she kept glancing at something in front of her, almost as if she were reading off a script, which was a rather amusing thought. "Byron is currently on a brief break, but he will return shortly. When would you like to schedule an appointment?"
"I actually don't want to set one yet," Koa admitted. "I wanted to see the displays."
She blinked, as if surprised. "Huh, that's new," she murmured. In a louder voice, she continued. "Sure! Uh..." she paused and briefly glanced down, shuffling papers in front of her. "Yeah, that's fine actually. You can go ahead."
"Thanks," Koa replied. He squinted at her nametag. "Blair."
She smiled ever so slightly and nodded in acknowledgement.
Koa took his time browsing the displays, admiring the various pieces. He hadn't been browsing long before he heard the front doors open.
"Well, if it isn't Koa!" Byron's voice echoed through the empty front hall. "I was wondering when you'd work your way back around to my gym." Turning around, Koa saw Byron, grinning madly and leaning lightly on the shovel he carried at his side. "My son tells me you got yourself a bona-fide, honest to goodness Tyrunt. Is that true?"
He grinned at the sight of the gym leader. "Yeah! My Tyrunt is pretty sick. I found the fossil at Ore caverns." Looking at Byron, it was strange to think that Roark was his soon. Though there were some minor similarities, such as their jaws and noses, they couldn't have been more different. Byron was boisterous, and enthusiastic. Roark was considerably more reserved and analytical. Byron was also much bulkier than his son.
"Well then, I've got a proposition for you." He leveled his shovel, pointing it at Koa. "When you're ready for your gym match, let's have a one on one. My Bastiodon vs your Tyrunt. A good ole fashioned fossil showdown!"
A wide grin spread across Koa's face. A one on one match, facing one of Byron's strongest pokemon? "Yeah!" he cried. "That would be awesome! I hope you're ready to lose," he added slyly.
"Hah!" Byron chuckled. "Don't be so sure. Few trainers are able to surpass my steely defenses."
"Few trainers have a Tyrunt," Koa retorted.
"Indeed," Byron said with a nod. "I look forward to our battle then. Once you're ready, Blair here can set you up with an appointment." He gestured to her and she flashed what Koa thought might be her best customer service smile.
"Why wait?" he blurted. "How about tomorrow? First match of the day." He pushed down the sudden flicker of doubt that grew in his heart and stared Byron down.
Byron chuckled. "No hesitation, I see. Very well then. Blair, put him down for my first match," he declared. After she'd quickly penciled it in, he gave Koa a nod. "You and your Tyrunt better get plenty of rest tonight."
xXx
Koa fidgeted uncomfortably as he sat on a bench a short distance from the gym. "What was I thinking?" he groaned. His appointment for the battle was in thirty minutes, and he didn't feel ready at all. He reached to his belt and released Rascal. Immediately, she gave a loud snarl, as if ready to battle. He chuckled. "Sorry, not yet girl."
She gave an annoyed huff and flopped on the ground, pointedly facing her snout away from him. "I'm not sure we're ready for today. I jumped the gun. I mean, there's still a lot to practice-"
Rascal whipped her head around and snarled at him. He flinched back, then relaxed. "I know, I know. But I just don't want to lose again, or mess up in battle again. I can't get over-confident like before."
She gave a low grumble, which he interpreted as 'Get over it.'
"Yeah, you're right." Even though he said the words aloud, he didn't quite believe them. Slowly, he slid his hand into his pocket and brushed his hand against the shimmering feather within. Was he worthy of it? Could he really be a good trainer? If he wanted to be, he'd have to be cautious in this battle then, so he wouldn't make the same mistakes.
Swallowing, he stood up. Rascal looked up at him, then stood as well. "Let's go."
xXx
"Gwahahaha! So are you and your Tyrunt ready to face my Bastiodon?" Byron declared, grinning.
Koa nodded. "Yep!" he declared with a confidence he didn't quite feel. But then again, not feeling confident was a good sign, right?
"Then let's get this battle started!" Byron led the way through the gym's entry hall and onto the battlefield. The two trainers took up their positions. A moment later, a referee arrived and called for them to release their pokemon.
Byron went first, tossing out a pokeball. White light poured from it, producing a sturdy quadrupedal pokemon. Sandy scales covered its body, while dark gray ones framed its square head. It was an imposing sight in real life, given he'd only seen them before in pictures and video. It gave an intimidating rumble and stamped one foot into the earth. Koa quickly responded by releasing Rascal from her pokeball.
She emerged onto the field and lowered her head, glaring down her opponent. For a moment, she remained utterly silent. Then she threw her head back and let out an earth-shaking roar. Byron's eyes widened at the display, and Koa smiled, slightly heartened by her attitude.
Byron gave a low whistle. "That's quite the Tyrunt," he said. "She looks tough." Rascal preened proudly under the praise. "But enough chatter. Let's have a fossil showdown!" He nodded to Blair, who was refereeing.
She raised her hands, and both pokemon grew still. "Gym Leader Byron vs Challenger Koamaru. This will be a one on one battle. It will continue until one side is unable to fight." She glanced between both sides. "Battle begin!"
Koa took a steadying breath and did his best to focus. He vowed not to fall into the same trap he had before. Just because he won against Maylene in his rematch, he wouldn't let that go to his head again
"Bastiodon, Iron Head!"
Byron's command snapped Koa from his thoughts. Across the field, Bastiodon stamped one hoof, then charged, head shining with a silver light.
"Rascal-" Koa's brain went completely blank. His memory deserted him, and he found himself unable to even recall any of her moves. "Move!" In his panicked haste, he shouted the only words he could think of. Unfortunately, the call came much too late. Distracted by him, Rascal was mowed down by Bastiodon's greater bulk.
Rascal cried in shock as she was tossed halfway across the field, where she landed awkwardly. Blinking, she pushed herself upright and shot him a furious glare. Unwanted emotions began to crowd Koa's mind, and he quickly pushed them aside.
"Rascal, use Ancient Power." In the blink of an eye, she refocused, charging a silver sphere and firing it at Bastiodon.
Byron threw his arm out dramatically. "Bastiodon, Stone Edge." The fossil pokemon gave a loud cry as it stamped its foot into the earth. Spikes of shining blue stones rippled across the field and shattered Ancient Power before continuing towards Rascal.
"Dodge and use Dragon Tail," Koa called.
Rascal sprang to the side, then charged across the field to slam her tail into Bastiodon's head. She drove her tail into him for a moment before springing away and landing with a snarl.
Koa quickly called another attack. "Crunch." A dark aura grew around her jaws and she moved to attack.
"Iron Defense." A pulse of silver light grew on Bastiodon's head before rippling across its whole body. Rascal sank her jaws into Bastiodon's skull with a CLANG. With a grunt, Bastiodon shook its head hard, tossing Rascal off. She landed on her feet with a snarl.
Koa frowned. Bastiodon's defenses were going to prove difficult to overcome, especially for Rascal. He needed to catch Byron off guard somehow. Or should he play it safer? If he tried to catch him off guard, Byron would expect that.
"Rascal, use Ancient Pow- I mean, use Ice Fang!" Rascal began to charge Ancient Power, then stopped and lunged forward, tripping over her own feet before catching herself and charging. A shroud of blue icy energy gathered on her jaws. She leaped at Bastiodon's side. As she flew through the air, Bastiodon shifted, facing her. She struck the front of his skull and chomped on the edge. Frost crept across its scales.
"Iron Head, again," Byron called.
Bastiodon reared up, then charged with frightening speed at the side of the battlefield, slamming Rascal into the wall hard enough to leave a dent. Rascal grunted as she was dislodged and dropped unceremoniously to the ground.
"Alright Rascal, try to get behind it and use Crunch." She lowered her head and charged, then ducked to the right, going in a wide circle around the opposing fossil pokemon. Bastiodon began to shift, moving with her and continually facing her, leaving no opening to attack.
"Ancient Power," As she ran, she fired the silver sphere at Bastiodon, managing to catch it on its side and cause it to stagger. For a moment, it was off balance. His eyes lit up. This could be his chance to attack!
No. He couldn't rush this-
"Enough!" Byron's voice boomed across the battlefield. Rascal slid to a halt, stopping a few inches from Bastiodon, who appeared unfazed. She glared at the gym leader, as if demanding an explanation for stopping the fight. Koa looked up at him as well, equally startled.
"Your heart is not in this battle. You and your pokemon are out of sync. Beating you now would be a dishonor to both of our pokemon."
"No!" Koa protested. "I'm not done-" He paused. Rascal had actually turned away from Bastiodon and had begun stalking off the field. His heart sank. Byron was right. His heart wasn't in the fight at all. He kept second guessing, thinking too much or too little...
"There's no shame in it, kid," Byron said in a cheerful manner. "Take some time, figure out whatever's going on, then come back. I'll be waiting."
Hot shame burned on Koa's face. Every fiber of his being wanted to protest. This was so stupid. How could Byron just call off the match like this? Yet the more rational side of him recognized Byron was right, which only stung his pride worse. He stared at the ground. "Okay." Unable to look Byron in the face, he left the gym as quickly as he could. Behind him, Rascal followed, though at a slower pace.
Once outside, he glanced down, ready for her anger. He'd let her down, messed up her chance at a good battle- There was no anger in her eyes. She looked... concerned? Which was definitely a different emotion for her. She gave a low rumble and cocked her head to the side. Fresh guilt filled him and he looked away from her and up at the sky. He felt even more mixed up inside now than when he'd stood back on that ridge outside Veilstone, trying to clear his head. But now where to go?
On an impulse, he dialed Kitto's number. He knew the fighting expert was probably busy training, but maybe he could get some advice from him anyway. It rang several times, then Kitto picked up.
The sound of several grunts and thumps came across the line, as if a fight were taking place. "Kitto?"
"Hey Koa!" A moment later, he heard a grunt and a thud. The sound cracked sharply and rattled, as if the phone had been dropped. Hitmonchan's cry echoed faintly, followed by a few more grunts. Then the phone rustled again, as if being picked up. "Sorry about that, Koa. Jackie and I have been training and he thought he could get a lucky hit on me just because I answered the phone. What's up?"
Koa chuckled. "Do you and Jackie actually fight each other?"
"Sure!" Kitto replied. "How do you think we got so good?"
Koa simply shrugged and nodded to himself. "Where did you go to train this time? Back to Unova?"
"Nope. Ever hear of Iron Island?"
"You're on Iron Island!?" Koa exclaimed. He knew all about the island, of course. It was both a well-known excavation site, as well as serving as a mine many years ago. Now it was mostly home to many strong wild pokemon and was more like a nature habitat. Both Roark and Byron had trained there too.
"It's a pretty interesting place," Kitto said. "Jackie's started to develop a reputation among the local Steelix and Golem." There was a brief pause. "You're probably near Canalave by now, right? You should come join me for some training. Jackie and I have been working on something for the past few weeks. You'd like it."
Koa blinked. He paused and considered the offer for a moment. Maybe some special training away from the rest of the world would help. And he did need to clear his mind... "That sounds awesome. I'll catch a boat there soon."
"Great. Can't wait to make the score 2 to 0."
"Don't you mean 2 to 1-" Koa started to retort, but before he could finish, the line went dead. He scowled at his phone. He'd definitely get Kitto for that when he saw him. Tapping a few buttons, he searched the next boat for Iron Island. 12:20pm. Perfect. It gave him time to pack and say goodbye to Blake.
xXx
In the end, Blake didn't seem surprised to hear his match hadn't gone well. When he got home and explained what happened, as well as his plan to sail to Iron Island to train, Blake simply nodded knowingly.
"I figured."
"What? You mean you knew I would lose against Byron?" Koa asked, feeling almost a bit annoyed.
Blake chuckled and shook his head. "Well, you didn't lose. And I'm not stupid. I could tell something was bothering you. But you needed to realize that on your own. If I'd told you, you would have denied it."
Koa frowned. "No I wouldn't."
His cousin shot him a dubious look.
"Yeah, you're right," he admitted. "I just... I can't stop questioning myself when I battle. I don't want to get too overconfident again and lose like I did to Maylene. My pokemon deserve better."
"True," Blake said. "But your pokemon also don't need you to put on a front for them. They need you to be honest with them."
That made Koa pause.
"I can see the smoke pouring from your ears, Little K," Blake joked. "Don't think so hard. Just go pack your things before you miss your boat."
Pushing aside his contemplations for later, he nodded. The next couple hours passed in a blur. Bags were packed, supplies bought, and a short time later, he stood in his room once more, ready to embark on a new adventure.
On a whim, he opened his computer to check the news before he left. Most of the top articles covered the recent 'attacks' happening around Sinnoh. Entei at Amity, Raikou at Celestic and something about pokemon around Snowpoint acting aggressive. There were a few other legendary sightings as well, rather interestingly. One mentioned Suicune near Snowpoint. Another seemed to hint that some Manaphy had been seen in the oceans nearby.
Just as he was ready to sign off, another article caught his attention.
Mysterious Break-in at Aether Paradise Still Unresolved
Curious, he clicked it.
Earlier this month, reports were received that a break-in occurred at Aether Foundation, a research foundation based in Alola. The Aether Foundation is known for its efforts to preserve the welfare of pokemon in Alola, and has a base of operations on a VLF in Central Alola Sea. According to reports, the security systems experienced a brief downtime on the night of the 3rd, just after midnight. Functions were quickly restored, however it is believed the thieves escaped with something related to a discontinued project.
We have reached out to Aether Foundation, but they have not given a comment. Police are currently investigating the theft.
Update: President Lusamine appeared in a brief video conference to address the public's concerns.
"I understand many of you are concerned about the recent break-in that occurred here. However, there is nothing to fear. While the thieves did escape with some research, nothing of significant value was taken, merely some discontinued research. I have complete faith in Alola's police force, and this is nothing more than a desperate attempt to gain money." - Lusamine
Briefly he wondered if Team Blackout had anything to do with it. As far as he knew, they only operated in Sinnoh, but he supposed it was possible they had expanded. Still, he felt confident that between the local police and the International Police, they would catch them quickly. Shrugging it off, he turned off the computer and headed downstairs.
At the bottom of the stairs, his cousin was waiting for him. "Ready?"
Koa nodded eagerly. Together, he and Blake left the house and headed toward the port. In seemingly no time at all, he stood at the docks, ready to board a ship. His time in Canalave felt like it had flown by. He lingered by the boarding ramp, not quite ready yet to say goodbye.
"You'll be careful this time, right?" Blake said, as he stared into the horizon.
Smiling, Koa nodded. "Yeah, I will." For a few moments longer, they stood together in silence, watching the waves lap against the dock and the Wingull glide overhead. All too soon, the ship's horn sounded.
"Last call for boarding!"
Blake clapped his hand on Koa's shoulder. "See you soon, Little K."
Koa leaned over and gave his cousin a quick hug, then hurried onto the boat. Just a few minutes later, the boat was pulling away from the port and sailing out to sea. He waved to Blake until he was nothing but a blotch on the horizon, then made his way to the ship's bow. Leaning against the railing, he gazed into the distance. The ocean stretched before him, an endless wave of blue. Beyond that, lay Iron Island.
A grin spread over his face, and for the first time in the past couple days, he felt a genuine excitement. He had a new goal. Train at Iron Island, get stronger, then get back to facing gyms. He would defeat Byron, Candice, and finally Volkner. Once he had all 8 badges he could ascend Mt. Coronet, and find the Spear Pillar. And after that... battle and catch a Latias.
Echo (Male Golbat)
Hazard (Male Joltik)
Rascal (Female Tyrunt)
Anubis (Male Houndoom)
*Scrapper (Male Breloom)
Flurry (Female Spheal)
Authors Note:
Hello everyone! I'm finally back with a new chapter! Thank you all for your patience, as it took longer than expected to get this chapter up! (More on that in a moment.)
First of all, thank you to anyone still here and reading, as well as my followers!
Updates have been slow, but as of 05/01/23, I have done a full re-edit of early chapters with a lot of minor tweaks and changes.
Koa met the real Ho-Oh! I was very excited to post this part, since Ho-Oh is one of my favorite legendaries (and they still don't have a proper movie! That Rainbow Hero garbage does NOT count) and I wanted it to feel very special. Hopefully it worked. The intended backing soundtrack is 'Legendary Encounter' on the pokemon Journeys OST.
I want to make it clear that this is *not* a chosen one thing, or Rainbow Hero or any balderdash like that (sorry to anyone who really loves the I Choose You movie). The feather is important in certain ways but Koa isn't a 'special hero' thing or chosen one or anything. I can't say more because spoilers though. ;) And Avis has received quite the surprise! She has a chance to train to become a real member of the International Police! Of course, it'll take a couple years...
For anyone wondering, I don't have any plans to have her make a major reappearance, at least for now. But who knows what might happen!
First of all, thank you to anyone still here and reading, as well as my followers!
Updates have been slow, but as of 05/01/23, I have done a full re-edit of early chapters with a lot of minor tweaks and changes.
Koa met the real Ho-Oh! I was very excited to post this part, since Ho-Oh is one of my favorite legendaries (and they still don't have a proper movie! That Rainbow Hero garbage does NOT count) and I wanted it to feel very special. Hopefully it worked. The intended backing soundtrack is 'Legendary Encounter' on the pokemon Journeys OST.
I want to make it clear that this is *not* a chosen one thing, or Rainbow Hero or any balderdash like that (sorry to anyone who really loves the I Choose You movie). The feather is important in certain ways but Koa isn't a 'special hero' thing or chosen one or anything. I can't say more because spoilers though. ;) And Avis has received quite the surprise! She has a chance to train to become a real member of the International Police! Of course, it'll take a couple years...
For anyone wondering, I don't have any plans to have her make a major reappearance, at least for now. But who knows what might happen!
Thank you again!
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