Pokémon Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Refracted Differences

[Sparkfire]

Chapter 1: Snowfield Island

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14th Aegigam, 675th Year of the 2nd Era

A long journey, finally at its end. Snowfield Village was an interesting ruin. Our investigation revealed that it was once the capital of something called the Crystal Continent, though such a continent no longer exists in our time. However, there have been reports of what appear to be underwater ruins in the seas north of the Mist Continent. It can therefore be easily deduced that this island, and the Lost Fog Peninsula are part of the Crystal Continent, which has long since sunk beneath the waves. This sunken continent requires some more research. However that will have to be done at a later date, as Spark and I have decided to return home.

After several months of exploring the Lost Fog Peninsula and Snowfield Island, Spark and I were finally headed home. We had traveled all the way to the Mist Continent to investigate the newly discovered ruins of Snowfield Village.

Since Spark was quickly pacing around the ruined fountain, fur on end, I could tell my partner was eager to head home, even without reading her aura. I don’t blame her; exploring is really fun and exciting, but nothing compares to sitting down and enjoying a nice cup of tea at home with a book in my paw. At least for me, anyways. Spark more prefers to pull small harmless pranks on the inhabitants of Treasure Town.

The only problem with getting home is how we’re going to get off this island. We’re in the middle of the worst winter the Mist Continent has ever seen, which means it’s not ideal to go through the mountains. But on the other hand, Lugia’s having his yearly tantrums so that means sailing across the waters without Lapras is also out of the question. Seeing how we were trapped, Spark and I had both agreed to search for a potential hidden exit.

Potential, because the documents I recovered spoke of the Crystal Continent being some kind of final defense. We figured that they’d have a passage out in case anything went wrong.

“I’m gonna search the houses, Wind! You go to the temple!” Spark yelled as she took off. I sighed. As usual, Spark didn’t care for tact or planning, and just ran into the problem head-on. Ultimately, I headed to the temple, figuring it was pretty likely to hide such a passage. I stopped in front of the majestic statue, depicting an ancient Crystal king. It was of a Pokemon I did not recognize, A rounded, duck-like creature, with faded red and blue colouring. Noticing a plaque, I attempted to decipher what it said.

King Po__g_n t__ 2nd, _h_ l__t h___n r__ic. _ay __ fo_ev_r r__t in p__ce.

Most of it was so badly faded, I couldn’t make it out. I’d have to cross-reference it with my notes to figure out everything it said. I went back to searching for potential hidden areas when a flash of yellow barreled into me at a high speed.

“Oof!”

“Sorry Wind, I just got so excited I had to run and find you! I located what seems to be an old guard barrack! Perhaps our tunnel is in there!”

I slowly picked myself off the ground, dazed.

“And you didn’t think to slow down when you got here? I’ll be surprised if you didn’t dislocate anything, partner.”

“Hey, I said I was sorry! Geez!”

That’s Spark for you. Highly impatient, and very hard to keep up with. Yet we were still perfect partners, for reasons I don’t yet understand.

Disregarding that, I let her lead me towards the guard barrack she mentioned. Like the rest of the village, it was mostly intact. However it seemed like it didn't belong. It had to have been built quite recently but given the neglect many of the decaying structures showed, combined with the ancient and imposing temple which reeked of a forgotten authority planted seeds of doubt towards that thought. It almost felt placed for our use.

“You know, now that I think about it, it doesn’t seem like it was an original part of the village. Should we still try it?”

It was rare to see Spark doubting herself like this.

“Of course. What does it matter how recent it is if it provides a route around the mountains and the oceans?”

She nodded in agreement. I opened the door, seeing as Spark was unable to due to being a quadruped. She ran aside almost immediately; I was a little more cautious and made sure I didn’t run face first into a wall like she did.

“OUCH!”

“You really should learn not to run ahead, Spark. You’ll just keep face planting into walls.”

She shook herself off. “No matter. Let’s just look for some kind of tunnel.”

Looking around, the interior was uncharacteristically fancy for a guard's barrack. The walls were covered with manners of treasures, crowned with a diamond chandelier that hung from the ceiling. However, our attention was focused on the plain door opposite the one we had entered from. An abrupt, chill wind surged through the front door, bringing with it fistfuls of snow. Spark shivered at this new development; it seemed as if that door was our only option.

“L-let’s go, W-W-Wind… I-I’m f-f-f-f-freezing.” Spark stammered. I quickly opened the door and sent her through first, before following and ensuring this door was closed behind us. It was surprisingly sturdy, given the strong winds blowing outside and the weight of the snow.

What we saw next was not what we expected. It was a large room with a fireplace in the center. Several bookshelves lined the walls, while what seemed to be a list of books was on the nearby chair. Looking at the wall by the fireplace, we both noticed a fur coat, seemingly tailor-made for Spark.

“What is this place…?”

Spark didn’t care to question it, she went over to the fireplace to warm up after the sudden blizzard that befell us. I, on the other hand, started to investigate the room. Or, more specifically, the nearby bookcase. While searching it, I came across a suspiciously familiar title, The Temporal Crisis. I grabbed it and put it in my bag, wanting to read it and see if it was indeed what I suspected it was.

I looked over at Spark. She had somehow managed to get the coat on. What worried me most, however, was how she was uncharacteristically gazing into the raging flames. Hoping to figure out what was wrong, I approached Spark and let my aura flow a bit. She was exhausted. Perhaps we’ll spend the night here before looking for a tunnel out.

Upon reaching her, she still seemed to be chilled to the bone. She appeared to be too cold to speak. I decided to tell her what I had decided on.

“Given your current condition, I think it would be wisest to spend the night here to help you warm up. We’ll search for a way off the island tomorrow, when you’re feeling better.”

She nodded in agreement. I helped her get settled, as she was still shivering despite the raging fire. Knowing that my fur was thicker than hers, I lay down next to her, snuggling in close to share my body heat.

Good night, Spark. See you tomorrow.”

She fell asleep, and a few minutes after, I followed suit. Tomorrow would be the day we left Snowfield.

 

[Sparkfire]

Chapter Two: A Soul of Silver
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Under the dead of the night, a figure slipped into the guard barracks. Her mind whirled with worries, but most of all for the only visitors she’d had in centuries. Had they taken shelter, or would she need to dig them out of the snow? She only had one way of knowing…

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Howling winds woke me up, the fire guttering as it wound through the walls. Still, it was warm enough to keep Spark fitfully asleep, if not me. Being careful not to wake her by accident, I got off our shared hay pile. I reached into my bag, searched it for a moment, and grabbed the copy of The Temporal Crisis I had placed there last night. I was about to begin reading it, but something felt off.

Allowing my aura to flow forth, I sensed that we weren’t alone. Somewhere, in this firelit room, there was an ancient presence, though not as powerful as that of a legendary. I focused on that presence. By focusing, I was able to follow it until I located her. A Crystalline Ninetales. Her beauty was blinding, as if she were a queen above all, yet she seemed humbler and shier than even the poorest of Pokemon. And yet, it was not her beauty that I was taken aback by. It was her feeling of relief. It was so strong that I nearly fell over from its intensity.

“Oh thank Arceus! You’re ok! I was worried you had…” she trailed off, not bothering to finish her thought.

“What?”

“I g-guess I should explain?” she stuttered.

“An explanation, yes. What is this place?” I asked. “It clearly isn’t an original part of the village.”

“This guard barrack? I created it, about… what’s the year?”

“It’s the 675th year of the Second Era,” I told her.

“I created it 600 years ago, which was about 400 years after the fall of the Crystal Continent. I always had it hidden from view, in fear from the outside. I only revealed it to you and Jolteon because of that blizzard… I was worried for your safety.”

“You… live here?”

“I’ve lived here for the last 900 years,” she replied, seemingly proud of that fact.

“So… you’ve been watching us? These past few months?”

Her pride turned to embarrassment. “You’re the first Pokemon in centuries to set foot in Snowfield Village. Of course I’d be watching you!”

I calmed myself. She clearly didn’t mean any harm.

“The coat?” I asked, gesturing towards Spark.

“Designed specifically for Jolteon. Consider it a housewarming gift.”

“Well… Thank you. You may have saved my partner’s life. I don’t know what I’d do without her.”

She relaxed herself. Breathing deeply, she asked me why we had come.

“We’re an exploration team. We heard about an untouched island off the Mist Continent and decided to check it out. I don’t think we quite anticipated the weather.”

“An… exploration team?”

“Exploration teams are Pokemon dedicated to discovering the world and uncovering new treasures. The two of us are one of the best teams around.”

“Why not just use magic?” she inquired.

“Magic? Like the fairy types?”

“You don’t know about magic? Isn’t it one of the most abundant sources of energy around?”

“No, Only fairies can access it. And they don’t like sharing. Why do you mention magic?”

She seemed intrigued. “Interesting, the Crystal Continent always had a strong affinity with magic. They could use magic to see for kilometers across the world, into other civilizations, and even out into space. They had no need for explorers.”

That got my attention. A Continent with a heavy focus on the studies of magic? Surely they would have had a lot of treasure. Finding it would mark Team Tsunami as one of the greatest exploration teams known.

“Ninetales, do you think you could help Spark and I uncover the Continent?” I asked, hopeful.

“Oh, please, call me Aurora. I don’t like my species name very much. As for helping you uncover the Continent? N-no, I’m sorry. The Continent was sunk to stop the approaching Voided Army. Uncovering it would unleash a terror that the world is not prepared for. But I can let you take some of the treasure from here, if you’d like?”

I looked over at Spark. She was still sleeping comfortably, but knowing her, she’d be up shortly. She never slept much longer than I did.

“No thanks. Just knowing about it is enough for now.”

She sighed. “Thank Arceus,” she muttered. “I don’t have to part with anything.” She seemed to notice the book in my bag. “You can go ahead and keep that. I don’t read much anymore anyways.”

“Thank you.” By this time, Spark had woken up. I could sense she still wanted to go home. After looking around a little, she noticed us talking. She came over, clearly ticked off at me.

“Mind explaining exactly what you’re doing with her, Windrunner? I don’t need you running after some other lady,” she hissed. “And don’t say nothing, because I know that’s a lie.”

“Calm yourself, Spark. This is Aurora, she probably saved your life last night. I’d be thanking her if I were you.”

With a “Hmmph, if you say so,” Spark turned. I sighed. I always knew she was hot-headed, but never saw her as the jealous type. Regardless, I just had one final thing to accomplish.

“I… I’ll be right back, Aurora. I need to do some damage control.”

I hurried after Spark, heading back out into the village. I chased her through the central plaza, finally calling out to her as I reached the fountain.

“Spark! Wait up! I need to talk to you!”

She stopped and looked at me. “It’s about that Ninetales,” she spat angrily, “isn’t it? You can forget about that.”

“N-no, Spark, I needed to apologize to you. While it’s true, I shouldn’t have gone off to talk with her before you woke up, I’ve also been a little more harsh than I should’ve been with you.”

“Is that all?” she asked. I nodded. “Wind, we’ve both been short-tempered lately. But yes, you shouldn’t have gone to talk with the Ninetales before I woke up. Gives the wrong impression to a lady, you know.”

I was relieved that she was over it so quickly. Spark typically holds a grudge about this kind of thing, though I suspected it was only because it was me that it was different.

“I’m glad we can agree that I’m the one in the wrong here.” We both laughed. It was good to have her back to normal. “Now how do you feel about finally heading home?”

She quizzically looked at me. “How? We both know now that there isn’t a tunnel off the island, and the waters and mountains are still too dangerous!”

She had a strong point, although our supplies were running extremely thin. I figured Aurora could help us. Spark must’ve read my face, because she was none too pleased when she realized my train of thought.

“Oh. You mean her,” Spark said, a little dejected. She looked away from me. After what felt like hours, she finally spoke up again. “Tell you what, Wind, let me do the talking and there won’t be any other problems.”

I wanted to counter that. But thinking my options through, not letting Spark have her way would just result in another argument. Sighing, I gave in. “Yeah, alright. I guess you’re right, Spark.”

With that minor setback out of the way, I accompanied her back inside for her talk with Aurora.

Upon our return to Aurora’s room, she was nowhere to be found, besides an empty fireplace with a hole. The tunnel twisted and turned downwards several times, before opening up into a much larger, much grander room. With a ceiling taller than Mt. Horn, artworks framed in diamonds, and doors the size of Lugia himself, it was evident that this was the legendary Seaward Chamber.

“Who dares enter my home!?” echoed a voice. It didn’t sound like Aurora, though. It was much more booming. Much more… legendary. “Whoever you are, prepare to face the almighty guardian of the seas!”

As Spark and I prepared ourselves for a battle against the very beast keeping us trapped on the island, another voice rang out. I recognized it as Aurora’s.

“Master Lugia, please! They bear no ill will towards you! They were simply searching for me!”

There was silence for a few moments. Then, the doors flew open.

“AURORA! Have I not told you that we do not interfere with the business of the surface-dwellers!?” Lugia prepared his Aeroblast. “I shall blow you all off the face of the planet!”

Aurora jumped in front of us. Before Spark and I could even process what was happening, a blinding light shone, then a boom sounded, before slowly fading out. When the light finally faded away, we were back in Snowfield Village.

Spark looked around, more confused than I. “Wh-wha? Where’d Lugia go?”

“I teleported us away just before his Aeroblast hit. As strong as you may be, Lugia is at his peak strength right now. You’d be no match for him.” Aurora explained. “Now, I understand you’re wanting to go home?”

“Uh, er, yes, we are. Wait, how did you-?” Spark stammered out.

“Your supplies are running thin, you’ve been here for several months, it’s obvious, really. You simply haven’t left because the mountains are even more dangerous at this time of year, and, well, you’ve already seen that Lugia’s angry.”

Spark sat back. I could sense she was annoyed, she really wanted to fight Lugia, but at the same time, there was a bit of gratitude. I’m guessing she was having trouble focussing on one of her two extremes, annoyance or gratuity.

“Aurora, you referred to him as ‘master’. Is he-?” Spark got cut off by Aurora again.

“I want to say yes, but after what just happened, I don’t think I work for him anymore.” I noticed Aurora looked a little upset after she finished saying that. “So… I wanted to ask… er… how do I…?”

“Speak up! I can’t hear you!” Spark shouted.

“Spark, if you keep shouting, you’ll never hear her,” I reasoned. It was true, she could be loud when she wanted to.

“Says you! I have great hearing!”

“...Says the Jolteon who failed to hear Loudred in the mornings,” I retorted, playfully.

“Says the Lucario who didn’t hear a word Chatot said!”

“Says the Jolteon who…”

Our friendly bickering went on for some time, with Aurora looking between us, clearly confused by the whole ordeal. When we eventually stopped, Aurora finally had a chance to speak again.

“I wanted to… er… I… I wanted to, um…” -she shifted her paws a bit- ”join your team… if you’ll let me?”

Spark and I looked at each other. I was worried Spark would disapprove, given what happened yesterday. But to my surprise, she agreed. With her approval, as she’s kinda the leader, I agreed as well. “It’ll be nice to have someone else around.” I giggled a little bit. “Spark can be a little annoying at times.”

“Hey!” she squealed, giving me a playful headbutt.

“Ok, ok, I’m sorry!” I held my hands up in mock surrender. “Just don’t bite!”

Spark leapt at me. Deftly dodging, I countered with a quick jab. Spark faked a look of pain, but retaliated with another leap. This one knocked me over.

Spark and I continued to play-tussle for a while afterwards. Aurora even joined in after a couple minutes. We just spent the rest of the day getting to really know Aurora before we left for home.

 

[Sparkfire]

Chapter Three: Deepening Mysteries
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It felt weird, waking up the next morning and seeing two sleeping beauties. Aurora and Spark, despite previously holding a one-sided rivalry, were all tangled up in each other. Deciding not to interrupt their beauty sleep, I carefully worked our exploration bag out from under Spark. I set aside about a half hour to start reading Astrali’s The Temporal Crisis. As I progressed, I realized that it wasn’t just the title that was eerily familiar, but the story written closely followed that of my own journey. Feeling a little chill, I put the book away with the intention of reading with Spark later.

I then grabbed my quill and journal, opening the page to the nearest empty one. Using my aura to wet the quill, I entered today’s journal entry.

16th Aegigam, 675th year of the Second Era

I know, I know, I don’t typically write entries so close together, but so much happened yesterday that it feels inappropriate not to do so.

I should start with the morning. Spark had recovered from a near-death experience thanks to the coat we found in the mysterious room the night before. Since I was the first to wake up, I allowed myself to feel Spark’s aura, hoping to check on her condition, only to notice an unknown presence. I later learned this belonged to Aurora, a Crystalline Ninetales.

Aurora. Where do I even begin? She’s very timid, for one. It took some effort to locate her. She’s also beautiful. Not as much as Spark, in my own opinion, but still breathtaking. I’ll be surprised if Pokemon don’t crash into each other admiring her. Aurora is also one of the braver souls we’ve met. She saved us from Lugia’s wrath, not something many would be willing to do. I guess that means we owe our lives to her.

I would call this expedition a success. We proved the existence of the Crystal Continent, after all. To top that, we also gained a new team member in Aurora. I really hope she has fun with us.

I am worried for her though. To be a member of a famous exploration team? It might be too much for her. I can try to help her fit in, but it will ultimately come down to how she feels. Not every Pokemon is cut out for exploring.

We’re heading home today. Aurora should be able to teleport us past the mountains, and then we’ll make our way to Noe Town. From there, it’s just a simple Lapras ride back to Treasure Town.

I have to admit, in a weird sort of way, I’ll miss Snowfield Island. Despite its coldness and sudden storms. It truly does feel like an ancient village come back to life. Perhaps, with a civilization so engrossed in magic, they left a passage through time. I’d love to experience the Continent before it sunk. A journey for another day, though.

On another note, I started reading that book I picked up yesterday, The Temporal Crisis, and it’s eerily similar to my own story. Astrali… they wrote this book. But in the early first era, how would they even know about this? It’s been almost 2000 years since this book was written, so unfortunately the answer is lost to time. My mind again flows back to the idea of an artificial passage of time...

I closed the journal afterwards. Both ladies were still fast asleep. Understandable, I guess, they did wear themselves out yesterday. Despite my better judgment (really, all the choices I felt I had were terrible), I chose to wake Aurora up first and do damage control later. This was because I had yet to properly thank her for yesterday, though I also wanted to know if she could teleport us off of Snowfield before we made that our final plan.

I had to think for a bit about how to wake her up. Any kind of noise was out of the question, as I didn’t want to wake Spark up, but pretty much anything else was fair game. I quickly listed the options I had for waking her up. A small fire? No, that would probably spread pretty quickly and burn the place down. Tapping into her aura? Probably not a good choice for someone I just met yesterday.

That left just a variety of random massage techniques I typically used on Spark. I immediately decided against the Paw Massage and the Special, as the former I only use for Spark, and the latter would be wrong to do in someone’s sleep. That left the Quadruped Back Breaker, the Frontal Paw Fix, and muscle relaxation therapy. I ruled out muscle relaxation therapy, since it’s rather similar to the Special, leaving the two possible options as the Quadruped Back Breaker or the Frontal Paw Fix.

The Quadruped Back Breaker, despite the name, was designed to help the back return to its natural position for a quadruped Pokemon. Spark typically has need of it every night as she’s constantly running into walls and other Pokemon, causing it to pop out of place rather frequently.

The Frontal Paw Fix involves a deep cleaning of the Pokemon’s forepaws, which helps the muscles loosen up and prevents sprains. It sees use every other week or so. This seemed to be the best option, but there’s a slight problem.

Remember how I said they’re tangled up in each other?

Yeah, Aurora’s forepaws are under Spark. And I’m not really comfortable working on hind paws. Given the situation, I decided on the Quadruped Back Breaker.

Using my aura, I located the area where her spine was most unnatural. Instead of immediately launching the back breaker, I took a moment to refresh myself.

Remember to use a series of precise yet gentle strikes along the back of the Pokemon. Stop if you feel bone to avoid causing any permanent damage to the Pokemon. Repeat four times or until the Pokemon’s back returns to its natural position.

Feeling confident that this would work, I prepared the first round of strikes. Launch. I felt her stir a little as her back shifted, but it wasn’t enough. Second round. There was a bit more movement here, but Aurora slumbered still. Third wave. This time, she woke up.

She looked around, a little groggy, a little confused, but she was awake. I let her take a few minutes to fully wake up, as well as untangle herself from Spark. As she worked to detach each tail from Spark’s unusually staticky fur, she looked at me questioningly. Even though I might dislike telepathic communication, I decided it was the way this time, as to not wake Spark up.

Why did you wake me up instead of her? After that little incident yesterday, that would be the wiser option, no?

I have my suspicions about the real reason Spark exploded on me yesterday. However, I felt it best to understand you better, as a team member. I feel Spark would just get in the way right now. I hope you aren’t too mad at that reason, I thought back in response.

I understand perfectly. But there is something else you wanted to talk about.

You know?

Yes. It was a perk of learning under Espan. He taught me 6 of the 7 forms of Crystal Magic. I can also see a more curious side of you at the current moment.

I see. So… about Lugia.

What about Lugia?

While we were down there, and I believe you mentioned this yesterday, but you called him master.

You wish to inquire further details? I’m sorry, but even if we are team members that is something I still prefer to keep to myself.

I see. I shouldn’t be too surprised, I guess. We did just meet yesterday. Anyways, I had a question for you.

Another?

Yes. I was hoping you’d be willing to teleport us off the island. It’s a particularly brutal winter, so the mountains are dangerous, even for a Lucario. And, well, Lugia’s tantrums mean that we can’t exactly sail around them either, I explained.

I see. If that’s all you’re worried about, I think I can manage that. You can rest easy, Wind.

Aurora cut off the telepathic conversation after that. Even without reading her, she was still being quite secretive around us. Not unreasonable, I suppose. As I turned away to plan a route home, I couldn’t help but feel that Aurora may be the key to unlocking the secrets of the Crystal Continent…

And this Astrali… The book he wrote regarding the Temporal Crisis… Who were they? How did they hold this prophetic information? The answers I sought eluded me still.

 

[Sparkfire]

Chapter Four: Lasting Memories
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Aurora left to go prepare herself for a massive teleport. She said that it would take some time to be ready, so I was hoping to talk with Spark before we left. She was still asleep, but I could tell she’d be up soon. It was just a waiting game now.

After a few more minutes, Spark woke up. Initially, she was a little confused as to where Aurora was, but that didn’t last as she noticed me, sitting on the chair, just waiting.

“Where’s Aurora, Wind? Were you two-”

“Relax, partner, she’s only outside preparing our transport home. We’ve had no interaction aside from that.” I knew that was a lie, but I was hoping not to cause another meltdown.

Spark relaxed a bit.

“That’s ok, then. So we’re finally going home?”

“I hope so. After teleporting, we’ll still have to make our way back to Noe Town, but we’ll be off Snowfield Island. That’s the important thing right now.”

Spark was about to respond, but Aurora beat her to it.

“ALRIGHT, WE ARE READY TO GO!” she yelled. Beckoning to Spark, I made my way to the outskirts of Snowfield Village, where Aurora had been setting up the site. She had many of her favourite books in the bubble, along with her favourite treasure.

“Come on in, you two! This is how Crystal teleportation works!”

We stepped inside the bubble --well, stepped is the wrong word. It was closer to controlled floating-- to see both Snowfield Island and the Mist Continent Northern Plains.

Seeing our slightly confused looks, Aurora decided to inform us on why.

“Allow me to explain. This bubble is known as the Grand Leap. It’s used to cross great distances with no effort. It shows you the place you are leaping from, in case you need to go back and grab something, and the destination. It does take some time to actually arrive at the destination, however, you don’t have to lift a finger to get there as the bubble does all the work. It was designed this way because the Crystallians loved to watch as the land below them moved. It allowed them to take in the true beauty of their continent.”

Spark and I looked around, awestruck. We were witnessing but a fraction of the Crystal Magics that Aurora had told us about.

“If we are all ready, I would like to make the Leap now.”

Spark nodded in response. I did the same.

“Then off we go! May our travels be safe and our transport uninterrupted!”

We watched as the swirls of the bubble erased the image of Snowfield and the Northern Plains, and it began to float upwards. Spark was particularly mesmerized by this sight, while I took it all in and truly enjoyed it.

After a few hours, we were over the oceans. Flying over the oceans felt very familiar to the Sea of Time. As I recalled it, the painful memories came back to me.

We’re traveling through the Hidden Land with Grovyle, searching for the Rainbow Stoneship. We’re battling Dusknoir, as he desperately attempts to stop us. Grovyle’s taking Dusknoir back to the future. We’re on the Stoneship, flying towards our final challenge.

I guess Spark noticed my melancholic look, because she came over to try and cheer me up.

“You’re thinking about Grovyle, aren’t you?”

“Not just Grovyle, Spark. Our entire adventure through the Hidden Land. Our battle with Dusknoir.” I paused.

“...And before you disappeared,” Spark finished for me. “I can understand why you might be melancholic. These are memories you didn’t want resurfacing.”

“No, they’re just very painful. So much loss and betrayal… and then as I was… as I was…”

I didn’t want to finish that sentence. It was just a little too much for me. The moments leading to my demise… and my resurrection. I didn’t like to think about it.

“It’s ok, Wind. I don’t like to think about it myself. It is pretty painful, but you have to remember it was for the better of the world. For Temporal Tower. But most of all… for you, and Grovyle, and Celebi… It was your mission before you lost your memories, but you took it up again without hesitation. Even while knowing that it would be your end. Wind, there’s nothing to be ashamed about. You’re the bravest Pokemon I know.”

Even though I wasn’t looking directly at her, I could feel the warmth of her smile as she leaned into me to calm my nerves.

“...Thank you, Spark.”

Several hours passed. Aurora kept reading her book, while Spark fell asleep on my legs, content as can be. As for me? I got lost in my thoughts again. I wondered if Grovyle and Celebi had been spared, just as I had. I wondered what became of Dusknoir. But most of all, I was thinking about Spark. It was obvious that she wanted me as her mate now, even if she wasn’t ready to admit it. The way she tried to cheer me up, the way she was a little protective of me. I thought about our future. What if we were mates? Would I be happy with her for the rest of my life? Would she be happy with me?

My thoughts were interrupted by Aurora.

“We are almost there, Wind. You might want to wake your partner up, as we shall have to set up camp almost immediately. It is pretty late.”

I hesitated a bit before deciding to ask Aurora a question.

“Aurora… Have you ever lost someone you care about?”

I know it was a tough question, and I’d understand if she didn’t want to answer.

“Did this come up from your discussion about the Hidden Land, and Grovyle?”

“Kind of… but also from my thoughts about a potential future with Spark.”

“I see. Normally, I would refrain from answering, but I think this time… It was my mother. She meant everything to me. She protected me, taught me about the world and how to interact with other Pokemon… But she died a long time ago. Before the Second Era. Much of the village was saddened, and they started dying afterwards. It was almost as if she was the life of the village. Since then, I have lived with Lugia, who provided me with the Ice Stone I used to evolve. And until recently, I protected his domain in exchange, scaring off intruders. Until you two came along.”

“What changed your mind about us?”

“Astrali.”

“Astrali?”

“Yes.”

“How did Astrali have anything to do with it?”

“The books they wrote about you guys, Wind. The vast achievements, your many grand adventures… I want to be a part of it. A part of history.”

“You referred to Astrali as they. I take it you didn’t know Astrali?”

“No. No one knew Astrali. We just knew they existed.”

“Surely someone had to know them.”

Aurora paused. She seemed lost in thought. “I guess my mentor might have.”

“Your mentor?”

“Espan. He was one of the greatest Crystal Wizards of our time. He also always seemed to have a copy of Astrali’s newest works. I suppose it is not too farfetched to assume they were friends. If they were, Espan never told me.”

Espan? I didn’t recognize that name. You’d think some Pokemon would’ve named their child after a great Crystal Wizard.

I decided that I likely wasn’t getting any more info about Astrali out of Aurora, so I changed the subject.

“ So, going back to my original topic, I’d like to know how you took the death of your mother. It must've been very difficult.”

“It was hard. I became quite the troublesome kid. I would break down homes, steal produce, anything to try and fill the void,” she paused, looking a little regretful. “And now, I think I have.”

“Us? How can we fill the void your mother left?”

Aurora paused for a moment. “I do not know. It just feels right for me to leave with you. Almost as if this is where I truly belong. With you and Spark.”

I accepted that answer. After all, everyone searches for their purpose in life at some point. As for me? I’m still searching.

All I can say for certain is that I made some memories tonight.

 

[Sparkfire]

Chapter Five: Respite...?
​

As per usual, I was the first one to awaken. We landed late last night on the other side of the mountains, and promptly set up camp. We planned to stay here for a bit to replenish our supplies for the road back to civilization, given the plentiful bounty of berries and granal plants. Or at least, I planned. I knew Spark would be ecstatic to be able to cook again, and not being on the road gives us time to plan out a good route back to Noe Town. Don't want to wander into a bandit's den, after all. Even if we'd easily defend ourselves, it's not worth the effort to care for a wound even with a replenished supply bag.

I was careful to keep an eye on camp as I went about the collection of the berries. This area, though relatively safe, was prone to outlaw raids. The last thing I wanted to do was conduct a rescue mission in the harsh wilderness of the Mist Continent, after all.

The mountains loomed overhead as morning became afternoon. I felt a chill as the wind picked up and brought a flurry of snow down from the peaks. I made my way out of the berry bushes, only to be slammed into yet again by a certain Jolteon.

"Oof! Watch where you're going, Spark!"

"I knew exactly where I was going, Wind! You just got in the way!"

"I got in the way!? I was out here first!"

"Which means you were in the way!"

I was about to keep arguing, but I noticed that my tail fur was getting soaked. I slowly pulled my bag out from under my back. It was dripping with berry juice.

I sighed. "Well, whatever. An entire morning's worth of berries has just been ruined. Perhaps you should help me replace them?"

"No way! I was going to check out the backwards waterfall! And you're coming with me!"

"I'm afraid not, Spark. I'm going to replace the supplies I just replenished. It's still a long way back to Noe Town, after all."

Her face dropped when she heard that.

"Fine… If you're going to be that way, Wind, then I'm going to drag you along. You need to let loose and relax sometimes. So whether you want to or not, you're going to see these waterfalls," she declared. Well, she sure recovered from that quickly. But then, she always does.

"Spark… We really need these supplies-"

"We have all day to collect supplies, Wind! Surely you can spare a few hours to have some fun!"

And without a further word, she grabbed my fur with her teeth and started dragging me towards the falls. Rather awkwardly, of course, as she couldn't quite see over my ears.

Let me tell you, being dragged by the fur is not fun. It's painful. It almost feels like your fur is being pulled out. Combine that with the thorny path she was dragging me over, and you've got a one-way ticket to pain. And holy Arceus, we Lucario are prone to pain. At least it makes me stronger...

Spark wasn't doing much better. She was tripping over her paws, brushing every thorn bush in existence, and generally wasn't having a good time.

"Hey, Spark? Fine. I'll see myself to the falls. You seem to be having a hard time."

"Nonsense!" she cried out, a tad muffled by my fur. "If I let go, you'll just run back to the field!"

"And have to deal with you dragging me around? Just put me down and we'll head to the falls!"

"Fine, but you're gonna deal with the consequences if you run back to the field, Wind."

"Yes, it would not be pleasant to get stung by your fur again."

"Oh, be quiet, Wind, it's not like your spikes don't hurt me!"

Spark put me down and went to go nurse a couple of her sores. And then I got to thinking…

Before remembering we left Aurora behind. I bolted upright, looked at Spark, and began to make my way back to the campsite.

"Where do you think you're going, Wind!?"

"To get Aurora!"

She looked at me, a little confused. "Aurora?"

"Yes! We've left her alone at camp, Spark! We can't leave her behind!"

The gears clicked into place, and she was immediately racing back towards camp. Except…

"OUCH!"

She ran headfirst into a cliff face. I sighed. Then, I went up to her and pulled her off the wall. She'd knocked herself out, meaning I now had to ensure she got back safely. Considering the speed she was at, there was also a high likelihood of brain damage... We'd definitely need a skilled healer to fix that. Master Mawile, I thought, but she operates out of Treasure Town, and we're in the wilderness of the Mist Continent, about as far as you can get from there.

Maybe there'll be a healer in Post Town or Redcliff Town? Those places are closer, and they are the center of a couple of important areas.

As I thought about what to do, I attempted to pick her up. As I lifted, I remembered just how heavy she was. Grunting, I made my way back through the berry field. I carefully maneuvered my partner out of harm's way, ensuring that no thorns lodged themselves in her pelt. They'd be a pain to clean out later and could also cause severe infections. As I stepped out of the field, I sighed in relief.

"Remind me never to carry her through a berry field again..." I mumbled, not expecting anyone to hear me.

"Okay, I will make a note of it," a familiar, but unexpected, voice said. "So… what happened to Spark?"

"Ran into a cliff face at top speed. I'll be surprised if she doesn't need a healer's attention," I replied. "Honestly, with how impulsive she can be, I'm surprised this hasn't happened before. Still... I worry for her. The berry field was unpleasant, but losing Spark would be... worse."

"A… healer?" Aurora asked, clearly confused.

"Oh, forgive me, I temporarily forgot that you've been isolated for so long. A healer is a Pokemon that specializes in the injuries and damage that ordinary berries or heal seeds can't. Normally, I'd take her to Master Healer Mawile, as she's widely considered one of the greatest healers around."

"I see. The issue with taking her to Master Healer Mawile is the fact that we are in the middle of nowhere, correct?"

"Right."

She stopped to think for a bit. Then, she asked, "Well, may I do the honours, then?"

"Aurora... I'd be happy to let you. But you've just joined the team... And given my history with Spark, I'd rather not risk more potential damage."

Aurora laughed. "Is that all? Let me put your concerns to rest, Wind. As I have told you, I was apprenticed to the greatest wizard of the Crystal Continent, Espan. By his recommendation, I also studied the Water Magics from Master Aquix. I assure you, I am quite capable of healing her."

I started weighing my options. Either wait to find a local healer to help Spark out, and risk alienating Aurora, or trust her and let her take care of Spark. After some deliberation, I finally settled.

"Alright, Aurora. I'll let you help her. We are a team, after all."

"Thank you. I shall need you to retire from the area. It is nothing personal. I simply require space to perform the Water Magics."

Understanding, I turned and retreated to the tent to read a bit more of The Temporal Crisis. Opening up to the chapter I left off on, I plunged myself back into Astrali's writing.

At least, that was the plan. Instead, I found myself in a swirling mix of yellow, red, and blue as I fell down what I assumed was a kind of portal. It was disturbing. I felt as light as a feather, yet also as heavy as an anvil. Time seemed to slow as I fell out the other end, landing with a resounding thud on a magnificent floor, made of an unknown material. Recovering from the fall, I looked at the chamber I had arrived in. The walls seemed to stretch as high as the Hall of Origin itself, yet the ceiling was visibly covered in all manners of red, yellow, and blue crystals. Turning my attention to the flooring itself, I noticed bookshelves upon bookshelves of unfinished works, all bearing the same signature mark within their covers.

I then turned my attention to the crystal clear window on the other end of the room. It seemed to show the outside world, and yet I saw nothing but a deep haze. Slowly, the unnatural fog began to take shape. I saw what once was a plain, but now contained the ruins of a human city. How I knew it was a human city was a mystery. The ruins resembled a large metropolis, with winding roads between buildings, and structures that once touched the sky.

The picture faded back into fog. As I tried desperately to bring it back, I heard a voice. It was booming, yet also quiet.

"Windrunner of Team Tsunami. It is a pleasure to finally meet you."

I spun around, aura blade at the ready to defend myself. What I saw… was nothing.

"Please, do not be alarmed," it rang out again. "I am not your foe. Rather, I am an ally."

At that moment, the source of the voice revealed itself. An astonishing sight awaited me. A quadruped Pokemon, crystal-blue in colour, with purple eyes that seemed to penetrate my soul. It had a tail that split into 2 at the end, and a psychic jewel in its head.

"Please, take a seat. We have much to discuss."

 

[Sparkfire]

Chapter Six: First Encounter
​

The Pokemon approached me. As it did so, it pulled up two chairs and a table. I also had to duck as a few cups and a teapot came flying onto the table as well. The Pokemon --now that I think about it, it looked like an Espeon-- took its seat first. As I took my spot, Espeon used a magical power to pour himself a cup of Cheri Tea.

"Would you like anything?" he asked.

"Not right now."

"Suit yourself," he said. "Now then, I presume you are expecting an introduction?"

"More like an explanation, Espeon. I'm not exactly thrilled about being kidnapped, you know," I replied. "So start talking."

"I had hoped we would meet under friendlier terms. Why loose your venom on me?"

"Well, my partner's injured, and I'd rather be there to help her out once Aurora heals her."

He seemed to immediately understand. "I understand. You need not worry, Windrunner. I can return you to your team before Aurora finishes her work. Manipulating time is one of the seven forms of the Crystal Magics. It is the most difficult, however, it was nothing I could not master."

My mind at ease, I relaxed a little. "You must be a Crystal Wizard, then?"

"Not just a Crystal Wizard, the Crystal Wizard. I am the only Pokemon who mastered all 7 forms."

"All 7 forms? Aurora led me to believe it was universal."

"No. there would not be anything unique about them compared to the other Magics if that were the case. Would you care to inform yourself on all 7?"

"You mean.. Become your apprentice?"

"As much as I should like to extend that offer to you, it would be inappropriate. We are from different times, Windrunner."

I sank a little. Learning some of the Crystal Magics would have been a perfect way to end the trip.

"I understand you are disappointed. I simply have no choice but to say no. I am willing to describe each of the 7 forms, should you be willing. May I begin?"

I pulled out my journal and flipped to the notes half. Finding an empty page on it, I nodded.

"Very well. The first form of the Crystal Magics is Telepathy. This is the one that has survived the test of time, as every psychic Pokemon has access to this form. As you are aware of the usage of Telepathy, I shall refrain from exploring it in further detail."

I made a quick note of it.

"The second form is Transformation. This form specializes in changing something like paper into rock. It seems very useful, however, it has its limitations. You cannot create food out of anything but food, and the transformed object must contain the same mass of the object or objects used for the transformation. The masters of this form are typically sculptors or otherwise endeared within the arts."

After a brief pause, Espeon continued his explanation.

"The third form is Oculus. It allows one to see whatever they wish, wherever it may be. It was used by many Pokemon in the Crystal Continent. As such, our knowledge of the world was vastly increased without much effort. It was also the form of choice for the officers of our Continent. It cannot be used in tandem with any other form, however.

The fourth form is Transportation. I presume it is self-explanatory?"

I nodded. It must've been the form Aurora was using. "Aurora described it as being widespread?"

"It was. All Crystalline citizens knew at least the most basic of Transportation Crystal Magic. It was the main form of, well, transportation."

As Espeon continued, I thought about maybe taking a couple of lessons from Aurora. I could definitely make some use out of the Crystal Magics.

"Are you paying attention, Windrunner? I do not like repeating myself."

Snapping out of my trance, I nodded. As I put the quill back to the notebook, Espeon resumed his explanation.

"The next form is Detection. It is a difficult form to use, but it is one of the most useful. With it at your disposal, no opponent can evade you. Although, it may be a little redundant for a Lucario such as yourself. It is very similar to Aura, after all."

I thought about his point for a while. "I'm sure there's a way to use it in a way that others are affected. But otherwise, it is pretty redundant."

"There is, however it requires far more willpower than you might think. I am quite positive you would have no problems with it, but I cannot say the same for our authorities.

The 6th form is Aether. It is the second most difficult of the 7 Crystal Magics. This form dedicates itself to the mechanisms of society. Without Aether, there can be no electric power for a large portion of the Crystal Kingdom, nor would the water treatment facilities function. One would not be wrong to call it the most important of the Crystal Magics. A drawback to this form is that in the wrong hands, it is capable of destroying entire civilizations. Many of the Kingdom's battle mages choose to study this form because of the raw power it grants the user. Are you following, Windrunner?"

The last line caught my attention. Capable of destroying entire civilizations? Raw power? It was most definitely the Aether Form that saw the end of the Crystal Continent, although my investigation would have to come later.

As I finished scribbling down that theory, I motioned for Espeon to continue.

"Very well. The 7th and final form of the Crystal Magics is Temporal. This is the most difficult of the forms to master, by the command of Lord Dialga. It manipulates the very fabric of time itself, allowing for the user to travel from a distant past to a distant future, or from a distant future to a forgotten past. A master of the Temporal Form is able to warp other Pokemon between time periods, or create portals that allow for transfer. The most notable Temporal Form user is one I am quite sure you are familiar with: Celebi."

"Celebi? I thought she had a gift granted to her by Dialga. Was this false?"

"It is not. She simply grew to be so proficient with the Temporal Form that Dialga took her as his dedicated agent. Every legendary has one."

"I see."

Espeon looked out the window.

"On a completely different topic, I must ask you what you saw in the Mists of Fate."

"The Mists of Fate?"

"The Mists of Fate are phenomena that appear to show the viewer's destiny. They are eerily accurate to the events that succeed the viewing."

With a chill going down my spine, I described what I had seen to him. The ruins of a human city, appearing out of nowhere onto the Vast Redcliff Plains. I mentioned that I didn't know how it was a human city, I just knew.

Espeon took it all in. "I see. I shall need time to determine what this means for you. I shall send you back to your time at this point, Windrunner. Do not worry, your team will be unaware that you were ever missing. When I have determined what your Mists hold for you, I shall call you back. Until then, farewell, my friend."

 

[Sparkfire]

Chapter Seven: Dicey Decisions
​

Espeon created a portal for me at the other end of his room. I observed it, cautious. Upon further inspection, I realized that it resembled the Passage of Time that we used with Grovyle way back then.

“Hey Esp, is this what I think it is?”

“It is indeed a Passage of Time. And I must request that you not call me Esp, but rather by my full species name.”

“How did you build it?” I asked.

“I did not. I built my study around it, in the hopes of learning more about these mysterious phenomena. The endeavour has so far proved particularly fruitless, save for figuring out how to operate it,” Espeon replied. “Now then, off you go. I must ponder the image that the Mists showed you.”

Without another word, he used his magic to push me into the Passage. Upon my return to the Northern Tundra, I noticed Espeon was true to his word. I had returned at the exact moment he summoned me to his time. And yet…

“Wind, did you notice anything strange?” Aurora asked, still focused on healing Spark.

“Strange? Like what?” I asked her, trying to stay true to Espeon’s wishes.

“I do not know… I thought I just felt an overflowing presence of Espan’s magic right where you are standing. I must have imagined it.” Aurora turned her focus back to her work. While I noticed that she did not entirely believe it was nothing, I decided not to dwell on it. My paws carried me out into the berry field to restock.

___

“Right then, let’s figure out how we want to proceed.” I rolled out the map as we gathered around the portable table. “We’re on the edge of Krillian Marauder territory, so we should avoid taking the most direct route.”

“Krillian… Marauder?” Aurora asked.

“They rule the majority of the Mist Continent wilderness. Many explorers go missing when they travel through their territory. If they do show up again, the Pokemon is never the same. Even the forces of the law don’t mess with them.” Spark explained. “Even the toughest of exploration teams tend to avoid them.”

“Which is why we’ll follow a more mountainous path. The Marauders tend to leave them alone, given how tough they can be to navigate.”

Aurora still seemed unsure. “But with my magic, we could avoid them altogether. Didn’t you want to hurry back?”

I was about to respond, but Spark beat me to it.

“Well, yes, but not at the consequence of potentially never showing up again. Even Team Raider was defeated by the Marauders. No one’s seen them since.”

“We have the option of going west along the mountains, towards the Crags of Lament, or going east, heading to Redcliffe Town,” I listed. “The Crags will then provide a safe pathway to Post Town, where we can find easy transport to Noe Town. Redcliffe, on the other hand, will provide a path directly to Noe Town, but the path from Redcliff to Noe is fairly dangerous. Not Krillian Marauder dangerous, but there are still tons of bandits to watch out for.”

“I think we should take the safer path,” Aurora suggested. “I don’t really feel it necessary to put ourselves in danger if the danger is avoidable.”

“Well, I think we should head towards Redcliffe Town! Who cares about the danger when you’ve got the Saviours of the World on your side!” Spark exclaimed.

“Spark, no one calls us the Saviours of the World.” I pointed out.

“I know…”

“Anyways, I’m kind of on Spark’s side here. With both of us plus your magic, I doubt any bandits will be troubling us, Aurora.”

She seemed a little downcast. “I… guess I’m outvoted, then. Redcliffe it is.”

I rolled up the map. “Right, so that’s decided. Before we leave, however, there is something else I’d like to address.”

Spark skidded to a halt, as she was already bolting towards the exit. Aurora sighed. I could sense she just wanted to bathe before the long trip began, and I was interrupting her time.

“What is it, Wind?”

“Well, Aurora, it’s about what your nickname will be.”

“My… nickname?”

Spark immediately perked up. For whatever reason, she absolutely loved explaining these.

“Oh, yeah! We’re not usually very comfortable using true names among strange Pokemon, and no offense, Aurora, but you aren’t exactly what I’d call kin yet. I’d feel more comfortable with a nickname for you.”

“True names? In my time, Pokemon only had two names, species name, used between strangers, and individual, used between communities.”

“Well, a lot’s changed in 900 years. It’s also from a different Continent, so there’s that to consider and…”

I let Spark ramble on for a bit before steering the topic back to the original idea. “Anyways, I was wondering what would fit you, Aurora. I’ve several ideas, but I think you should have the final say. You’ll be hearing it quite a bit, after all.”

She wondered for a bit. Spark was also lost in thought. Her thoughts, however, were more directed towards tonight's dinner.

After some time, Aurora spoke again. “I have no ideas. Would you care to enlighten me?”

“Gladly! One of my first ideas was Agate, but honestly, it doesn’t sound right. It’s not elegant, nor is it very easy on the tongue. Another I had was Sapphire, but I threw that out because it doesn’t really fit your personality.”

“I don’t think you’ll find a crystal that really suits me, Wind. Perhaps turn your attention someplace else?”

And before I could respond, Spark again shouts “Azur!”

Aurora and I looked at her in a bit of shock. Noticing our stares, Spark explained. “Yes, I know I was thinking of food, Wind, so don’t call me out on that. I ended up thinking about berries, for the berry stew tonight, and as you and Aurora conversed, I thought about the Coba Berry colour, and how I could defeat that for the stew, and then I thought of its colour! Azure! Just remove the ‘e’ and I think it’d suit you perfectly, Aurora!”

We looked at each other. Aurora nodded. “I like it. It also feels easy to say.”

I smiled. “That’s settled, then. Azur, Spark, I’ve nothing more to keep you here, so feel free to enjoy the rest of the day.”

Spark was gone before I even finished the sentence. Shortly after, we heard a yelp. Peeking out the tent flap, I could see Spark sitting in the middle of a giant pile of cooking utensils. It was hard to stifle my laughter.

“Oh, be quiet, Wind. You’re still coming to the waterfall with me later,” she grumbled.

“Yeah, I guess I did promise you that much. After dinner, though. I don’t know about you, but I’m getting quite hungry!” My statement was drowned out by my belly growling.

“I agree with Wind and his stomach. Dinner would be a great boon before the evening hours, Spark.”

Spark got up and brushed the dirt off. “Right, the stew will be ready in about 30 minutes. Why don’t we play some games until then?”

“That sounds like a good idea. A last day of relaxation before the big trip would do us well.”

“An acceptable suggestion. Unfortunately, I do not have any ideas as to what should be played.”

The three of us sat around, deep in thought trying to figure out something to do. It wasn’t long until Spark piped up again.

“Let’s play Draconius!”

I immediately perked up. Draconius is one of my favourite role-playing games, where you create characters in the form of dragons and tackle adventures or fight powerful bosses. As I was explaining it to Azur, Spark set up the magic portal to the realm of Draconius.

Given that Azur still had to create her character, we resolved to do that and then start the game after dinner. Once the portal was set up, I accompanied Azur through while Spark stayed behind to watch the stew.

I saw her astonishment as I took on the form of a magnificent purple Dragon, though my form was lacking good flying wings as I preferred the more grounded fighting style.

“This is my character, Roenda. It’s a Fighter Style dragon. Anyways, it’s time to create your character. First, the different styles. You have the Fighter Style, like mine. It's leaner and more agile but lacks aero capabilities. Next, you have Flier Style. It has plenty of stamina and powerful wings. It’s great for travelling and aerial battles, but keep it off the ground or you’re in trouble. Following Fighter and Flier, you have the Scout Style. It’s quick in the air and it’s quick on the ground, but it’s small and struggles in combat. Its greatest strength is heightened awareness of their surroundings. And finally, you have the Cleric Style. This is also a supportive class, but it focuses on giving teammates buffs and healing their wounds.”

“I see. And of these four Styles, which does Spark utilise?”

“Spark prefers the skies, so she uses the Flier Style. I think it suits her.”

“I see. Fighter and Scout really do not appeal to me. And Flier is already taken by Spark, so I shall go with Cleric.”

“A fine choice.” A basic Cleric Dragon shape formed in front of us. “Next up, choose your dragon’s colour. Pick wisely, because you’ll be stuck with it until your character dies.”

“Perhaps a glimmering orange? Or a beautiful lavender.”

“Would you like to go with both colours? That is also an option.”

“It is? Then I shall go with the two aforementioned colours.”

The dragon changed colours into a perfect mix of orange and lavender.

“The next step is to adjust the Dragon’s dimensions. A larger dragon will have more stamina, while a smaller dragon will have more agility.”

Aurora carefully adjusted the size of the model. When she was done, a smaller dragon was visible.

“And what step succeeds this one?”

“Wing size. Larger wings have more powerful wing flaps, but a smaller wing will allow for greater speed. A small-winged dragon is known as a speedster, while a large-winged dragon is called a hauler.”

“A smaller size. A Cleric should be able to move about quickly.”

“Fair enough.” The model’s wings shrunk to a respectable size in relation to the body. “The last step relating to the dragon’s physical attributes is the tail. A wider, club-like tail provides a greater climbing ability, while the thinner, needle-like tail provides a more aerodynamic form.”

“A thin tail, please.”

The model adjusted appropriately. I waited until Azur was happy with how the dragon looked before finalizing the general physical design. Azur quickly adopted her Draconius form.

“It feels incomplete. Was it not the final step?”

“It wasn’t. That was just the general design. Next, we’ll be moving onto traits. Oh, there’s no need to shed the form, Azur. Here, allow me.” Manipulating the magic area, I pulled up her trait selection screen. “Other than the type of breath you choose, these traits will have no additional effects on your character.”

“I see. This is a very complicated process.”

“It’s not that bad once you get used to it. Trust me, Roenda is my 5th character.”

“Hmm… I think I shall go with Electric Breath. The energy it produces, as well as the paralyzing nature of electricity, may work wonders on larger foes.”

“Not a bad choice. As a Fighter Style, I went with Shadow Breath. The ability to cause pain without damage often turns the tides in my favour. Next, you have horns. You could go with Rounded, where the horns are more of a kind of stub on the top of the head, Sharp, which has horns standing straight up, Curved, which has sharp horns bending around to face the front, or Broken, where the horns break off at a certain point.”

“Sharp horns. They fit the character better.”

I helped Azur adjust the length of her horns as they appeared. She ended up settling on a medium length horn size.

“Next up, we have your claws. Do you want more of a hooked claw type or a flat claw type?”

“Hooked. It is the natural claw type.”

“I see. Flat more fits my style as a Fighter. Following that, there’s wing shape. Do you want pointed wings, which is closer to a triangular shape, or rounded wings?”

“More rounded. Given the look of the rest of the body, it would look best.”

“I see your point there. For this section, you finish off with snout shape. You have square, round, or triangle.”

“Square snout.”

“A fan of the box look, I see. But it clashes with your wings. Are you absolutely certain you want a square snout?”

“You do raise a good point. I shall choose the round snout.”

I chuckled, accidentally releasing a cloud of smoke while doing so. “Looking good, Azur. That clears up all but the final step. This one focuses around the eyes. Firstly, we have eye colour. Red, white, blue, black, or green?”

“Do unique colours provide any additional effects?”

“No. They are purely aesthetic.”

“I see. Green eyes, then.”

“Next, eye shape. Round, oval, teardrop, or almond?”

“Round. I assume pupils are next?”

“Yep. Slit pupils, like a Persian, or regular?”

“Regular.”

I stepped back, letting her make the final adjustments on her avatar. Once she was done, she looked back at me. “So, what’s next?”

“You need to name the avatar. An example name could be Druidas.”

“I see. How about Topazei?”

“Topazei… I like it.”

She smiled as she fully adopted her avatar. Truly, she had designed a work of art.

“I know you’d like to just jump in right now, but we should be-”

Spark popped in, taking her Draconius form. “Hey, dinner’s ready! Hurry it up here!” She didn’t linger, leaving shortly after.

“Yeah, that. Come on Azur, let’s go get dinner.”

 

[Sparkfire]

Chapter Eight: Camp Krillian
​

Calm down, Leah. They’re just leaving their camp now, you have plenty of time to get this information to Smeargle, set up, and ambush the travelers. Now, where was camp again?

I found myself lost in the valleys around the path to Redcliff, the very outskirts of Krillian territory. It wasn’t my fault; I am the newest recruit to the Marauders and had been sent out alone. To top it off, this part of their territory was unfamiliar to most members due to its isolation and geography. While most of their territory was found in the vast plains of the Mist Continent, this area was very mountainous. So mountainous, in fact, that even Skarmory, our greatest patroller, often got lost in this area.

Why do we even lay claim to the mountains?! They’re just so hard to patrol, it really isn’t worth the trouble.

“Oi! Rosel! Ya be needin’ an airlift, da boss vant a vord vith ya!”

Noivern. Boss’ favourite Pokemon.

“Rosel! Now, ah right? Da boss’ summons ain’t no light takin! Best not keep ‘er waiting!”

I climbed on his back.

“So what’s this about?”

“Boss say you got somtin’ she be needin, Rosel. It ain’t ma task ta know eveytin’. ‘Haps ya needs learnin bout ahr culture!”

“Well, let’s get it over with, Vern. And would it kill you to speak normally?”

“Ain’t that offensive! Rosel, me lass, ya’s got to thinks about yar vords! It be ah right vith me, but not vith da boss! No matters, here ve be goin’!”

Noivern took off at supersonic speeds. I’d describe the scenery, but the sheer speed at which he flies is too fast to make out anything. Needless to say, by the time we arrived at camp, my head was spinning.

“‘Ear ya go, Rosel! Da boss be ready for ya, me gal! Best not dally!”

“W-wait! ...And he’s gone,” I muttered to myself. “I wonder... what does Smeargle want with me…?”

Heeding Noivern’s advice, I, quite apprehensively, opened the door. Smeargle was on the other side of it. Stepping inside, I also saw Kadabra, Kecleon, and Kricketune. No wonder Smeargle realised I had important information.

Kadabra pulled me inside using psychic powers, while also telepathizing to me. My dear Roselia… there is no need to be afraid. Depending on what you tell us, you may get your desired promotion much earlier. All you must do is be truthful with Her Roguishness.

He plopped me on the ground in front of their group of three.

“It has been splendid, my friends, but I must return to my merchant post in Noe Town. I have so many items to sell and acquire in your favour!”

“Fare thee well, Kecleon. I must return to my duties as a law keeper in Redcliffe Town myself. And, by that, I of course mean scouting for our kindly group.”

They both walked out of the room, allowing the door to slam behind them. Nervous, I faced Her Roguishness Smeargle the First. Remembering my brief training, I presented myself to her, ensuring I exposed my species' weak points as a show of submission.

“You learn quickly, Rosel. A promising feature in a recruit.”

“T-thank you, your Roguishness.”

“Save the flattery for later,” she said, briskly. “I’m more interested in what you learned on your first solo patrol. Tell me, did you accomplish your objective?”

“Y-y-yes, boss. I-I k-kept a c-close eye o-on the a-adventurers y-you p-predicted,” I stammered out. “A L-Lucario, a J-Jolteon, a-and a P-Pokemon I-I’ve n-never s-seen before.”

“I can barely understand you, Rosel. Kadabra, please calm her,” she ordered.

“Of course, my lady.” A different, more mystical power flowed from Kadabra. It was… calming in nature. As he worked his magic, my breaths slowed, and my body relaxed.

I quickly noticed Smeargle glaring at me. “Ah! I’m sorry, Smeargle!”

“That was not permission to be silent, Rosel. Continue your report. Perhaps a gift is in store if you can finish in a satisfactory fashion.”

“My apologies, Smeargle.” I cleared my throat. “The adventurers you predicted would arrive are one male, a Lucario, and two females, a Jolteon, and a Pokemon I’ve never seen before. That one resembled a Ninetales, but the colouration and look were all wrong.” Noticing Her Roguishness’s curiosity, I delved into a description of the mystery Pokemon. “For starters, her fur colour is a most magnificent white. A white so pure it almost made my eyes bleed. Her tails were also quite a bit more… mist-like. They flowed majestically in the wind, when there was wind around. I might say… she is disgustingly beautiful.”

“I see. And did you catch where they were headed, by chance?”

“I did, my lady. They are headed to Redcliffe Town.”

“Redcliffe? Well, that is so very convenient for us Marauders. You will be rewarded most deliciously, Rosel. You may leave. Send Noivern in on your way out.”

“Y-yes, my lady. Are we going to ambush them?”

“I shall share the details later.”

I retreated from the chamber, my very life flashing before my eyes. Her Roguishness was known to be volatile. I went out to explore the camp. As I exited the Chieftain’s Palace, the sounds flooded into my ears. The sound of metal striking metal as Smithy Chesnaught forged weapons and armor for his comrades. The various conversations as comrades discussed their recent victories over explorers and law officers. The screams of the prisoners, condemned to live their lives in cages and serve our needs for the rest of their existence.

Lady Smeargle always liked to take her victims captive as trophies of the victories of the Krillian Marauders. Some of the victims were even famous explorers, like the “legendary” Team Raider. It was hardly even a fight by those pathetic weaklings. The only fun fighter was Rhyperior, and only because he didn’t faint after the first attack. Or so I was told.

I walked into the prison to find Noivern. He loved spending his time here. I don’t blame him. It is comforting and empowering to surround yourselves with defeated Pokemon.

“Let me out!”

“When I get out of here, you all will face my wrath!”

“You can’t get away with this forever!”

Ah, their pathetic threats. We always found them amusing. Not like they’d ever be able to carry through. I continued on my path.

“Oi, is dat Rosel I spot? It is! Ma gal, pull up a seat and ‘ave a drink! Ya got’s tell me what da boss told ya!”

Smiling, I did as asked. Brewed myself a spot of Checha Tea, then pulled up a nearby chair.

“So, what’s her Roguishness share vith ya, Rosel?”

“Not too much, Noivern. She mostly just wanted me to give my report to her personally. I think she may be planning to add three new Pokemon to our collection. I can’t wait!”

“Ah, always a pleasah ta add mo’ additions to ouh collection! I do ‘ope ya be as excited as meself vith dis prospect!”

“Always, Noivern. Their pathetic cries for help, their empty threats… It’s all so funny.”

“Innit? Oh, I see da look on ya face. You’s got somtin’ for me?” he pressed.

“I do. Her Roguishness wants a word with you.”

“Is ‘at so? Best not keep ‘er vaiting, then. I’s be off, Rosel! Enjoy ya drink!”

“I will, you lucky bat.”

He took off in the direction of the palace. I sat down in silence, drinking my tea, listening to the tortured souls screaming and threatening. Oh, I could definitely get used to this life.

I must have sat there for hours, because the next thing I heard was Smithy Chesnaught.

“Oi, Rosel. Boss called a meetin’. You’re wanted.”

“And you are not?”

“The weapons and armor forged in my smith are essential. I must not take a break.”

“I see. I suppose I should hurry.”

“That’d be best. Don’t want to lose your petals, after all.”

I hurried off to base camp, where the meeting was. Kadabra contacted me psychically to brief me on my role in the meeting.

Rosel. Her Roguishness wishes for you to repeat your report to the camp. They are to be told everything you told her. Do not hide a single fact, or it will be punished with your life. I wish you the best of luck.

I took a few breaths before stepping out into the camp. Most of the Marauders, save for a select few, were missing. Noivern among them, I noted. Curious.

“Rosel. The stage is yours.”

I turned to her Roguishness. She seemed to have an unusual sense of confidence in me. Was she hoping I’d mess this up?

I turned back to the Marauders. I followed my instructions to perfection. Not a single stutter, not a single detail was left out. I told the Marauders exactly what I told Lady Smeargle.

“Well done, Rosel. Not many recruits can muster the courage to speak in front of all 200 of us.” I swelled with pride slightly as Smeargle continued. “These three Pokemon have made the mistake of entering Krillian territory. We must punish them thoroughly. As they are in the mountainous side of things, I have sent Noivern to scout out a good ambush location. The rules of this ambush: You fight to faint, not to kill. Anyone who kills one of our next trophies will be punished most severely.” A few Marauders booed. I can see why, as fighting to kill was more fun. It was how I first got arrested. “Next: Do not, under any circumstance, flee from the raid. Doing so shall result in your banishment from the Marauders. It is cowardly to flee from an inevitable victory.” Cheers. Lots of cheers. “Finally: Do not let them flee. If they escape, our reputation shall be besmirched. If any one of them escapes, I assure you that every single one of you shall face consequences. Failure is not an option.” There was more cheering from the Marauders. “We will move as soon as Noivern reports back with the ambush location. In the meantime, I suggest you all prepare yourselves for raiding!”

As everyone scattered to get their gear, Smeargle turned to me. “I want you at my side during this raid. Only a poisoned rose is strong enough to protect me from danger this time. I trust you will not disappoint me, Rosel.”

“N-no, I shan’t, Your Roguishness. I would lay down my life for you.”

“Good. When this raid is successful, I shall have to promote you. Loyalty and strength are rewarded, after all.”

“I look forward to the end of a raid with three new trophies in our prison, my lady.”

“Do not flatter yourself, Rosel. And while outside of the Palace, you call me Roguishness, no exceptions. I cannot simply have my word being undermined, you understand.”

“I understand. I shall prepare myself for the raid, Your Roguishness.”

“Permission granted. Do not fail me during the raid.”

Assuring her that I would not fail during the raid, I went off to find Smithy Chesnaught. He had been working on my new weapons.

My first raid as a Marauder! I could hardly look forward to it. One day, the world will come to fear my name.

Maybe I can strike her down during the raid… and take her place.

I grinned deviously as I figured out a perfect way to take Her Roguishness out of the picture.

She’ll never see it coming… And neither will our next prizes.

 

[Sparkfire]

The sun was beating down on us as we travelled through the imposing valleys, reflecting off the surface of the snow. The wind blew furiously, twisting and winding through all the cracks and openings in the cliff walls. As we weathered the elements, I found myself struggling to keep pace with Wind and Spark. A natural shortcoming of spending 900 years in isolation, I suppose.

Wind seemed to notice me struggling a bit, as he slowed down to fall beside me. “You doing okay, Azur?”

“I am… not used… to walking so much,” I replied, winded. “How… do you… do this every day?”

“Your body will strengthen over time. If you need to take a break, Azur, we can.” He looked at me. “After all, you are a part of the team.”

“I will… be fine, thanks.”

“Are you sure? You’re quite out of breath.”

“Yes. I am sure, Wind.”

“Alright…” I could tell he wasn’t fully convinced.


After several hours, I slowed down considerably. I was having difficulty breathing from all the walking. As I struggled to keep moving forward, my vision began to blur and the world began to spin. Eventually, everything went dark as I fainted from overexertion.

---

When I came to, Wind and Spark had set up a small camp of sorts. Spark seemed to be busy cooking a meal, while Wind attended to watch duty. I saw his ears perk as I slowly lifted myself from the ground, and he rushed over to help me.

“Easy does it, Azur. You pushed yourself too hard. You don’t need to prove anything to us, you know.”

I wanted to reply, but I was still out of breath. I simply looked at him instead. A look of worry and compassion was spread across his face, and he had a canteen of water in his paws.

“Here, drink some of this,” he said, handing me the canteen. “It’ll help you recover quicker.”

I took it and drank a bit of water. He was right; it did seem to help.

“See? There’s nothing a bit of water can’t solve. How are you feeling?”

“Still a little dizzy…” I replied. “I might need a bit more time to recover.”

He nodded. “We’re going to spend the rest of the night here. Spark and I will take turns keeping watch. You can never be too safe.”

“I see. Are you sure we should not press forward and get out of here?” I asked. “If what you say is true, then the Marauders-”

“I am a little worried about the Marauders, but more so for your well-being. After all, we can’t go anywhere if you aren’t in top condition,” Wind answered. “Besides… I don’t believe they’ll come after us. While they do claim this part of the mountains, it’s also the most difficult of their territory to defend. And even if they do, the location we have is easily defendable. They wouldn’t risk it when we have the advantage.”

I didn’t mention it, but Wind didn’t seem so sure of that last bit. Maybe he didn’t believe himself? Regardless, his words were somehow comforting. He reminds me of my master, in a way.

“Wind! Azur! Dinner’s ready!” Spark called. “I made some delicious Frivals!”

I got up, feeling much better. That seemed to lift Wind’s spirits quite a bit. He followed me over to the fire.

“So you’re feeling fine now, Azur? That’s good to see!” Spark seemed in good spirits. Then again, Wind tells me that’s normal, although her reaction when we first met wasn’t very… pleasant.

Wind took a few bowls out of his bag and scooped the Frivals into them. “I assume you already know this, but Spark is one of the best cooks on the planet.”

“I did. And I must ask how a quadruped like her managed it. It is… surprising, to say the least.”

Spark giggled. “You wouldn’t be the first to ask, Azur! The most I can tell you is I’ve always had a knack for cooking. My parents used to be supportive of it… but then I expressed the desire to evolve into a Jolteon over a Flareon like the rest of the family.”

“Really? Why?”

“I guess they were disappointed in my choice, since I’d be the first in 9 generations to not become a Flareon,” Spark explained. “But.. I think I made the right choice. My siblings all got themselves killed because they thought they could swim in lava. I miss them, sometimes.”

“They… don’t sound like the brightest Pokemon,” I said.

“They weren’t. It’s a shame, too. They all had promising careers ahead of them.”

“I am… sorry, Spark.”

“Don’t be, Azur. I was always the outsider of the family… And now I’m the last of the family! Funny how things work out, huh?”

“I worry for you with that attitude, Spark,” I replied.

“It’s not so bad. I met her parents once. They didn’t seem like pleasant individuals,” Wind piped in. “Anyways, there’s more Frivals in the pot if you want them, Azur.”

“Thank you, Wind.” I took more Frivals out of the pot as Wind settled himself by Spark. “So, have you thought any more about your future?”

Spark looked at me questioningly. “Our future?”

“Yes. Wind and I were talking about it on the ride over the mountains.”

She glared at me. “Yes well, that is kind of a personal question, Azur. And considering you aren’t quite kin yet…”

“We’d prefer not to continue along this topic,” Wind finished. “At least, not until you’ve been with us a bit longer.”

I looked at Wind.

“I’m sorry, Azur. But let’s pursue a different topic for n-”


KABOOM!

We all jumped.

“What was that?!” Spark yelped.

“It’s them.” Wind replied. “It’s the Marauders. We might be in trouble…”

I shivered. Wind and Spark had greatly discussed the Marauders before we set off. Their successes against legendary explorers, their iron grip over the Mist Continent… They are going to be quite the opponent. If only the Crystal Magics were any good for fighting…

“We’ll have to fight our way out of here. You have a plan, I’m sure, Wind?” Spark asked.

“They’ll be looking to split us up since we’re an unstoppable duo together… So don’t go running off into the fray of battle. We’re fighting defensively. Azur, do you know how to fight?”

I shook my head. “Not very well. My master always believed in being peaceful. And under Lugia, It was about deception.”

“Then stick close to us.” He summoned an Aura Blade. “You ready Spark?”

With electrical power flowing across her body, she nodded. “They’ll regret picking a fight with us.”

We left the tent to see the entirety of the Marauders surrounding our campsite. As we surveyed the scene, a Smeargle walked up, a Kadabra and Roselia at her side.

“So. You are the fools that decided to travel through my territory. It will be the last mistake you make. You have a decision here. We can do this the easy way, with your surrender, or we can do this the hard way.”

“There’s only one way we’re doing this. You came for a fight, right? Well, that’s exactly what you’re going to get.” Wind replied.

“Then you will be humiliated, like the rest of them. Marauders, enjoy yourselves!”

It didn’t take very long before the once calm valley was filled with chaos. Pokemon flying, left and right, as they all tried to knock us out. I was tripping over myself trying to avoid getting hit as I tried to stick close to Wind or Spark.

A dragon flew overhead, grabbing my tails as he took off somewhere else. Panicking, I struggled with him.

“If this is the best ya’ve got, then this be the easiest capture ve ever had! Ya’s be a sad specimen of a Pokemon!”

I continued to struggle against his grip as he flew away from the battle. He suddenly veered right, and I saw the last sight I ever expected to see.

“DO NOT FEAR, AURORA. I SHALL RESCUE YOU!”

“Master Lugia!”

My captor seemed to come to a halt as Lugia arrived to the battle.

“A legendary…? Me word, ‘Er Roguishness vill be delighted to ‘ear I captured ‘er a legendary!”

He took off again, this time circling Lugia. I couldn’t hear anything else as the wind howled around me, deafening any sounds. I couldn’t really see anything either anymore, because the dragon captor had sped up so much I couldn’t open my eyes.

What is Master Lugia doing here? I thought he hated me…

After some time, I felt myself free falling. There was no longer any support from above. Rolling onto my back to protect my eyes, I opened them to see the dragon, a Noivern, trapped in Lugia’s mouth. He was screaming in pain, though I couldn’t hear it due to the rushing air.

Lugia suddenly nose dived down, dropping the Noivern in the process. He quickly gained on me. I braced for impact, but landed surprisingly easily as he flew under and caught me.

“M-master Lugia… what are you doing?”

“I HAVE COME TO APOLOGIZE TO YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS FOR MY ACTIONS AT SNOWFIELD. IT WAS UNFAIR OF ME TO ATTEMPT TO TAKE THEIR LIVES WITHOUT EXPLANATION.”

“M-master Lugia… Thank you! But Wind and Spark… they are still in trouble!” I cried. “We have to help them!”

“FOR YOU, MY DEAR, ANYTHING! LET US MAKE HASTE!” Lugia turned and started flying in the direction of the Redcliff Valleys we had been fighting in. I prayed to Arceus that the Krillian Marauders had not already defeated them.

But there was still one thing on my mind…

“Master Lugia… Have you been following us since we left?”

“YES, ALTHOUGH I HAVE BEEN FAR BEHIND. IT WAS BECAUSE OF THAT NOIVERN I WAS ABLE TO FIND YOU.”

“I see… We should be getting close to the valleys, now, right?”

“AFFIRMATIVE. I CAN SEE THE BATTLE NOW. HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO APPROACH IT?”

I thought about it. Going straight in would likely scare the Marauders, but it would also be hard to maneuver. Finding the entrance to the valleys would only lose precious time. That meant…

“We’ll have to fly over their heads. Aeroblast should have no problem scattering them, right?”

“THIS PLAN LEAVES YOUR FRIENDS IN HARM’S WAY.”

“But it is the only one that guarantees their safety, as well. Wind’s no fool… If he sees you, he’ll grab Spark and take cover,” I explained. “It’s the best bet.”

Lugia nodded in agreement. “VERY WELL. LET US BEGIN!”

Lugia charged his Aeroblast. As we flew over the battlefield, I heard a few Marauders yelp in terror as they saw Lugia. He and I both smiled. Without warning, he launched Aeroblast. Several Pokemon went flying. Some into walls, others into the air. Lugia caught some of the ones thrown into the air, and crushed their bodies with his feet. He prepared another Aeroblast. Just before he let this one loose, we heard a pained screech followed by a bright flash of light.

“SPARK!”

Lugia immediately launched Aeroblast again upon hearing Wind’s despair. We saw a few more Marauders get thrown around everywhere. Seeing that the battle was clearly over, as those that survived were retreating, Lugia landed in the valley.

I hopped off his back and immediately ran to Wind’s side.

“Azur… you’re safe. Thank Arceus…” he mumbled.

“Thanks to Master Lugia. Are you ok? Do you need help?”

“Lugia saved you…?”

“CORRECT,” Lugia bellowed.

“Thank you…” he murmured.

“Are you ok, Wind? Do you need help?” I repeated. “You look pretty beaten up.”

He shook his head and went over to Lugia.

“The Marauders… they took Spark. I’m going after them,” he said.

Lugia and I were shocked. After all this, he wanted to go after them again?

“LUCARIO, IF YOU GO AFTER THEM, THEY’LL ONLY CAPTURE YOU AS WELL.” Luiga flexed his wings. “AN ASSAULT ON THEIR CAMP WOULD BE DANGEROUS, EVEN FOR A LEGENDARY LIKE MYSELF.”

That didn’t seem to deter Wind. “You don’t have to come with me. All that matters is I’m going after them. I need to save Spark.”

“LUCARIO…”

He looked up at Lugia, anger filling his eyes. “After all, there’s nothing more dangerous in this world than an angry Lucario. The Marauders are going to regret this.”

“Then I am going with you, Wind,” I said, resolutely. “You will need me at your side.”

“THEN I SHALL ALSO ACCOMPANY YOU,” Lugia exclaimed. “AFTER TRYING TO KILL YOU BACK ON SNOWFIELD, IT IS THE LEAST I CAN DO.”

Wind looked at us. “You may be forced to battle me to bring me back to my senses. Are you prepared to do so?”

“Whatever it takes, Wind. Now let’s go rescue Spark.”

 

[Sparkfire]

I have to admit, for the 900 years I’d been with Lugia, I’d never flown with him before. And if Spark hadn’t been missing, I probably would have enjoyed it.. As it was, I was desperately trying to stop Wind from leaping off Lugia. My most recent attempt was freezing him to Lugia’s back with my ice. Typically it’s very tough, but I could see the cracks forming quickly. He seemed determined, and yet…

He had almost no sense of reason left. It was almost as if his resolve had been blinded. Whether by rage, or something else… I do not know.

I snapped out of my thinking as Wind broke free of the ice. I scrambled to catch him as he bunched to leap again. I caught him with my teeth just as he started plummeting to the ground below. His momentum caught me by surprise and I almost fell off. Thankfully, Lugia banked in time to save me.

“AURORA… YOU REMEMBER YOUR PROMISE TO HIM, CORRECT?”

“Of course, Master Lugia. I may not be a battler… but I will do everything I can to protect him from himself when the time comes,” I replied. “I already have a small idea on what I will do…”

“VERY WELL. DO YOU SEE THE CAMP AHEAD?”

I looked where he was referring. While we might be overhead, I could still see a series of small blobs with a larger building more visible at the center. There was also a wall around that conglomeration.

“I do. It looks really well protected.”

“THAT IT IS. WE WILL BE LANDING JUST OUTSIDE. IT WOULD BE UNWISE FOR ME TO STAY GROUNDED. I WILL DROP THE TWO OF YOU OFF, AS I MUST RETURN TO MY DOMAIN. THERE ARE SOME CHORES I MUST ATTEND TO. I WISH YOU THE BEST OF LUCK.”

Without any further words, Lugia landed behind a decent cliff face. Any closer, and we would have been spotted. I helped Wind off Lugia’s back, though he didn’t seem to need it. His aura flared up as he hit the ground, indicating he was ready to roll. Lugia took off shortly after.

“Azur… It’s not long now. Soon, I’ll lose my mind. You have to stop me once Spark is free.”

“But… how? I am not a fighter… I lack the ability to defeat you…” I said.

“There is… a way. Azur… Topazei… Topazei is…'' he fell silent as he collapsed. Topazei… what could he possibly mean? I picked him up, still thinking about his message.

I walked for a few hours, carrying Wind through the treacherous and unforgiving mountains towards the Krillian homebase. The wind howled… the mist descended. It seemed as if the world itself was preparing for a massive showdown. I set Wind on the ground, careful not to knock him awake. I scanned the camp defenses from a nearby cliff.

And then… Wind leapt awake. His eyes were glazed over, almost filled with a fury like no Pokemon could ever imagine. His aura burst forth, creating a pair of uneven, jagged blades in his palm. He leapt straight off the cliff and into the camp, shattering the gate into pieces. Knowing what I must do… I followed him.

Deciding not to jump off the cliff, as I likely would not have survived, I made my way down the long way. I walked into the camp to see it set ablaze with blue flames. Pillars were falling, there were corpses strewn everywhere. As I looked around, I saw Wind pierce three bandits with his blade, discarding them as he jumped towards the inner camp. He knocked over a pillar when I tried to give chase, which blocked my path forward.

So this is the power of a Lucario at its strongest… Is there even any way I can help Wind in this state? I turned to look for another way through, though a nagging voice kept telling me to help these poor Pokemon. I tried to reason against it; they were bandits, after all. And yet… I could not bring myself to simply ignore Pokemon who were hurt and dying.. These were still Pokemon… even if they were evil. Espan had taught me never to overlook a Pokemon that needed help

Preparing my limited skills in Water Magic, I began searching for survivors. It was tough, navigating the burning camp. Since so much of it was falling apart, I had to go through buildings and find different paths through. There were a few times I had to jump back to avoid flames… Or dodge a stray Aura Sphere… Or other events like that. A few survivors attempted to fight me, but collapsed quickly, and died shortly after from their wounds.

As I wandered through the flaming camp, finding nothing but dead bodies and discarded tools and weapons, my attention was caught by a few moans under a pile of rubble. I quickly made my way over and started moving rocks, one by one. I reached through with magic to keep them alive for the time I toiled.

By the time I had freed the Pokemon’s face from its prison, I was a mess. My pristine fur which I had always kept so clean was now covered in mud and dust… my paws were all scraped up, and I was pretty sure that my hind leg was bleeding. But the Pokemon, Chesnaught, was free, and I was more relieved about that.

“Ugh… and… who are you?” it said. I could see he was in pain.

“Please, do not talk. I am Aurora. I may have saved your life.”

“Aurora…? You are not one of us.”

“Indeed not. I have come here to help a friend of mine, but I cannot in good faith leave Pokemon hurt and dying. Even if they are famous criminals.”

“You are… too kind,” he said, out of breath. “I don’t deserve your help.”

I helped him out of his armor, which was pinned by the debris. “Nonsense. Every Pokemon, no matter how terrible, deserves a chance at life.”

“Ah… My thanks… Aurora.” He stood up, shakily. “I must … make haste. Our prisoners… they are in danger. I must free them… for her… Roguishness…” He stumbled off. I was tempted to follow Chesnaught. But my concerns fell more onto other matters. He would be fine.

I continued scavenging the camp as I made my way further in. The further I went, the more destroyed everything was. I began to lose sight of where I was due to all the smoke. I had never been one for hearing though, so I decided to cast Detection to watch my surroundings. It was still difficult with all the smoke, but it was easier going. No more lifesigns, though. I remained careful as I pressed on.

“Lady Smeargle! You must flee! It is not safe for you!”

“Nonsense, Kadabra! I will make short work of this Lucario.”

I perked my ears, and headed in the direction of the voices. Or… would have. The path was filled with rubbles that would surely tear my paw pads apart. I decided I would need to go the long way. I searched for an empty-ish path, and headed down that road. I stopped at what appeared to be an arena. It was surprisingly untouched, standing tall and proud amidst all the destruction, and yet…

Approaching the agape door, I glanced inside. A sense of eeriness hung over the abandoned room. With no other path through, I gulped and forced myself inside. As I entered, closing the door behind me, I got a clearer view of the scene. Where there should have been corpses… There were instead only scattered weapons and broken orbs. I scanned ahead using Detection, and located three lifesigns beyond the door at the far side of this seemingly endless hall.

I slowly started to make my way across the room. My footsteps echoed around the chamber, bouncing off the walls, only to be interrupted by the sound of my own breath. Although I could feel myself moving, it seemed as if every step took me farther from the other end. I became filled with a sense of dread… As if I would never escape this place.

While my breath quickened from fear, I forced myself to continue advancing. As I grew nearer the door, the floor became strewn with more shattered orbs and discard weapons. Despite my fear, I reached the door. I tried to open it… and failed. Something was blocking it.

I sensed a disturbance as one of the lifesigns disappeared. I leapt out of the way as a Smeargle came crashing through the wall, shattering it. Almost immediately, the feeling of dread took over. I fled to the nearest corner in time to see Wind enter the room, discarding a body from his blade.

“Haack… haack… Seems I underestimated your raw power. If I could tame you… We would truly become unstoppable!” Smeargle ran at Wind. She seemed to truly be an artist as she battled… moving with grace through the air and creating attacks with her tail.

“Taking me into the Krillian Arena to do battle was ballsy, Lucario. But you forget-oomph!” She was cut off as Wind hit her stomach, slicing it partially open and sending her back to the opposite wall. She scrambled away as Wind leapt at her.

“I’m the leader of the Marauders. If you think I’m going to lose to y-” She got hit by another attack, and scraped the skin off her back as she skidded across the floor.

She should spend less time talking and more time fighting.

Smeargle got up again, bleeding, but clearly not beaten. She glared at me for a moment, before turning back to Wind. “You should be helping me, you know.”

She ran at Wind, again moving gracefully through the air, despite her stomach wound. This time, however, she seemed to have learned her lesson and actually anticipated Wind’s move. In one of the most fluid movements I’ve ever seen, she dodged his attack, landed behind him, and prepared a strike. Only… She was caught off guard as his tail slapped her.

“OW! Hey, that’s not fair! You need to fight by-Oomph!” She got slapped again, as Wind turned to face her. “Ok, that’s it.” She sketched herself a blade. “It’s payback time!”

Wind let out a howl of pain as Smeargle struck him, slicing his right ear in two. I slowly got onto my bleeding paws, preparing to interfere. As Wind and Smeargle continued their fierce battle, I engulfed the room in a Blizzard.

Save him from himself… you can do that, right Aurora? Espan taught you how to deal with feral Pokemon, you just need to remember what it was.

My thoughts were cut off as I narrowly avoided one of Wind’s blades. Then, there was a blood-curdling scream. I killed my Blizzard in time to see Wind dropping Smeargle’s body on the ground.

And now, the only thing between Wind and total annihilation… was me.

 

[Sparkfire]

Shivers went down my spine as I slowly backed away from the raging Lucario. My thoughts were whirling through my head… How do I do this?

I jumped out of the way as Wind leapt full force. He hit the wall, causing it to collapse. As the light shone in, it was easier for me to anticipate his next move. I rolled, and his aura blade came whooshing over my head.

Arceus help me… what do I do? I'm not a fighter… I'm a healer…

I jumped back and tried to teleport away. No luck, as he interrupted the process, sending me flying. I slammed into a burning wall outside the arena. Painfully, I got back on my feet. Thinking quickly, I dove behind a pile of rubble to figure out my next move.

Teleporting isn't going to work… And I can't fight him in this form. I could maybe try a Blizzard, but I don't know how well that'll go…

I snuck away, keeping as low as possible once I heard his growling. It seemed in his insane state, he didn't think to look for aura signatures. I hid behind one of the mostly intact buildings charging up a Blizzard. If I could just freeze him…

The building exploded. I got thrown back quite some way, but not far enough that I couldn't see him leap high into the air. Fearing the worst, I scrambled to my paws and ran towards a different collapsed building, again charging a Blizzard.

It is… impossible to tell where he is. Can I really do this?

Flicking my fourth tail, I unleashed Blizzard and engulfed the camp in a flurry of snow and wind. I shivered. While it would make it easier for me to hide, it would not last forever. I needed to find a permanent solution… and fast. I slunk into the heart of the blizzard, where I would be most in tune with the howling winds. I reached out with Detection, intent on tracking the mad Lucario. Except… there were more presences than I had hoped.

The prisoners…

My heart sank. Not only did I need to stop a rampaging Lucario, I also had to protect 30... 40... 50… 60 some Pokemon from him. Not exactly the easiest of tasks. My best hope would be to distract toe to toe with a Pokemon that could easily kill me… I gulped and steeled myself.

I took a few deep breaths and killed the Blizzard, revealing my location to the mad Lucario. He charged right at me, aura blades tearing up the ground. I leapt onto the skeletal remains of a small building. Unable to turn fast enough to pursue, he skidded into and through a wall. It collapsed under his weight and momentum, and much of the smoldering building with it. Pokemon screamed out… and went silent.

The Pokemon- I must hurry!

I ran through the collapsing building, charging an Ice Beam, knowing it would not be enough to defeat Wind. It was necessary, however, as it would distract him from slaughtering innocent Pokemon. As the exit drew nearer, there were screams. Fearing the worst, my pace hastened. I burst through the wall, firing my Ice Beam. It struck true, and Wind froze, his Aura Blades piercing a poor Rhyperior. Laying next to him were a Gallade and Roserade, having been slain moments before. I quickly went to tend to the dying Rhyperior.

""Ugh… To die here… At least the others can escape."

I worked to pull him off the blade, following every bit of my training to stop the bleeding. "You are not going to die here, Rhyperior. I have trained in the healing arts for a long time."

"No… I have fulfilled my duty. The other prisoners… They will escape. They will survive."

I quickly hushed him. "I will not let you die, Rhyperior. Please, conserve your energy." Running my paw along his body, I continued the healing process, even as he tried to push me away. His body slowly regained its strength, and the wound in his chest closed. He smiled. "You're a talented healer." Rhyperior got to his feet. "If you insist, I will not die here. Now then… we've got a Pokemon to defeat. Ready, lady?"

SMASH!

In a dazzling blur of ice and rocks, Wind broke free of his icy prison. Noticing this, Rhyperior growled. "It's payback time!"

Blade met horn as the two met each other. Despite having a type weakness, Rhyperior did not seem deterred. "You're gonna need to do a little better to beat me at my best!" I took cover as rocks began raining down.

The mad Lucario was unimpressed. He kept slashing, slowly chipping away at Rhyperior's armor. Rhyperior grunted, and pushed back. I scrambled from my hiding spot as the Lucario was thrown into it. Wind tried to get back on his feet, but Rhyperior slammed into him first, sending him flying off. Shaking, I made my way to Rhyperior's side, intending to heal his current wounds before Wind returned.

"A-are you alright, Rhyperior?"

"It's nothing, my fair lady. This Lucario is no match for the mighty Rhyperior."

I shivered. Rhyperior was awfully full of himself, for someone who'd been on death's door just minutes ago. Scanning the area via Detection, I noticed Wind was not within range. Trusting my instincts, my paws swiftly moved away from the battle site as Aura Spheres rained. I skidded to a halt, noticing Rhyperior hadn't followed me.

I turned to look, only to see the rhino engaged in a fist fight with the jackal. Rhyperior punched his foe, grinning widely. His grin faltered as it did nothing. He kept punching, slowly realizing that his attacks were becoming less effective. His grin turned to fear as the insane Lucario knocked him down and summoned back the jagged Aura Blades.

No no no… This cannot be happening!

The Blades came down. I shut my eyes… and heard a resounding crack. My instincts told me to run, but my body would not move. I was paralyzed. His footsteps came closer and closer. They got louder. I flinched, prepared to die this day.

A thunderous sound crackled through the air, and the footsteps stopped. "Azur, move! My paralysis will not hold him for long!"

My mind snapped back to reality, and I scrambled. I jumped up a ledge, in the direction of the voice. My heart skipped a beat… it was Spark, safe and sound. "Spark… You…"

"Just repaying a favour, Azur. Now let's sort this mess out… I want my partner back."

I nodded. "I shall heal you as much as I can. I am not a fighter."

Spark smirked. "Then just stand back… This isn't the first time I've dealt with him."

Spark leapt off the ledge, her fur crackling as she surrounded herself with jade lightning. The very atmosphere seemed to change as the skies clouded over and the light disappeared. Rain began to pelt the earth, and the battle between the two partners raged with every drop. I watched intently as Spark gracefully avoided every blow. As the duel continued, the way Spark fought reminded me of someone. A Pokemon I was close with…

---

"Do not worry, my love. I am only doing what is right… "

Espan left and weaved through the buildings, his crystal blue fur reflecting the moonlight. Ninetales followed him through the labyrinth city, twisting and turning until she could barely keep up.

Time passed. The duo arrived in front of an imposing, yet majestic, marble building that seemed to split the very sky itself. The Ninetales of silver colouring shivered as the foreboding doors of oaken origin opened, inviting them inside. Espan turned to his lover, who was standing tall and proud beside him.

"My dear… Please take a seat. I wish for you to watch me stand victorious."

"But I want to fight by your side!"

"I know… but I have not taught you the ways of battle. Your destiny is to be a healer."

"Then allow me to heal you! I can help you!" Ninetales' tails lashed violently, striking the towering columns outside the coliseum.

Espan sighed. "I cannot allow you to interfere… Please, I shall be fine."

"But that is impossible to ascertain! You must let me aid you!"

"The ringmaster will not allow it. And neither shall I. I can not bring myself to place you in harm's way."

Minutes passed. As the bickering continued, Espan and Ninetales each getting progressively agitated, the arena slowly filled up. Pokemon took their seats, and the show sirens began to sound.

Espan, hearing this, decided to end the argument quickly. "My dear… Nothing would please me more than having you fight by my side. But, for your sake, I must do my duty alone. Please… do not quail."

Ninetales wanted to retort, but instead nodded sadly. "I worry for you, my love."

"You worry in vain, my dear. I shall triumph."

No more words needed to be said. Ninetales went to find herself a seat. Espan, on the other hand, entered the massive, dirt-filled arena. He shivered.

"AND NOW, we have our challenger, Master Espan, facing off against the reigning feral challenger… Pasen the Mightyena! Only one will leave the arena… BEGIN!"

The Mightyena leaped, snarling. Espan was unfazed. His tail flicking, he gracefully dodged the attack. As the Mightyena flew by him, he ran his claw along the Pokemon's side, leaving deep wounds. A quick howl of pain came from the Mightyena.

The audience cheered. Espan paid it no mind, focused on his task. He continued anticipating the hyena's every move, countering its every move. The Mightyena bared its yellowing teeth… the stench of many meals polluting its nasty, plant-wilting breath.

Espan stood fast, his ears pressed to his head and his tail calmly flicking through the musty air. As the feral canine charged at him again, Espan jumped. His movement was so fluid that he seemed to be swimming… The audience gasped in wonder, the excitement bouncing off the walls, though the tension was not so easily defeated. It quickly overtook the room, silencing the cheering audience as Espan landed gracefully behind the Mightyena.

"Pasen, my old friend… I am sorry for what I must do…" the Espeon whispered. "I hope you can find it in your spirit to forgive me."

Espan shed a single tear, out of view of the audience, and spun around quicker than a Baltoy in a windstorm. His paws clenched, and his claws slid out. In a flash, there was no sound. The Espeon had torn through the Mightyena's throat, leaving barely but a shred of skin left connecting the head to the rest of the body. The feral Pokemon collapsed, dead and mangled, to the uproarious applause of the audience.

The Espeon took no joy in his victory. He had come to accomplish a single goal. He searched the aud-

I was violently ripped from my memories as Spark grabbed my scruff. "No time to be lost in thought, Azur! I need you to go protect the other Pokemon, I can handle this!"

Shocked, I scrambled to my paws, and started to run off in the direction of the exit. The buildings and fire blurred together as I raced against the clock. And yet… My instincts told me I couldn't leave Spark behind. Thoughts whirred through my head. I had a promise… and I was about to break it. But what could be done? Shaking my head, I pushed them away and left the destroyed campsite, leaving Spark to fend off the mad Lucario alone.

 

[Sparkfire]

I raced back through the flaming camp, looking for Team Raider. They, as suspected, were among the prisoners of the Marauders. And yet, they hadn’t followed me as I led the rest of them to safety.

Team Raider’s tough… even if they have engaged Wind, they’ll be able to hold out. The rest of them will be safe for now… I simply can’t leave anyone behind.

My fur crackled with every movement, sparks flying off with every step. I leapt aside as flames swept by, roaring as the prison caught fire.

Drat… That was the only path through! Well, no choice but to push onwards… I’ve got to rescue Team Raider!

I took a deep breath, and plunged into the inferno. It was surprisingly cozy… Not too hot, and didn’t seem to lap at my body. The flames almost seemed to recoil from me… Intriguing. As I made my way through the burning prison, I caught sight of Rhyperior battling.

I deftly dodged a stray Rock Wrecker, and left the prison. I quickly jumped atop a nearby ledge, intending to survey the battlefield before challenging Wind myself. Unfortunately… that also gave me a clear view of Rhyperior getting knocked off his feet… and crushed beneath the weight of Wind’s Aura Blades. I looked further to see Azur flinch.

Wait, Azur!? I quickly fired off a unique Thundershock Wave. I followed up with two Thunder Waves, completely immobilizing Wind, and saving Azur.

“Azur, move! My paralysis will not hold him for long!” I shouted. She scrambled away, and leapt up onto my ledge.

“Spark… You…” Azur murmured, clearly relieved to see me okay.

“Just repaying a favour, Azur. Now let’s sort this mess out… I want my partner back.”

She nodded. “I shall heal you as much as I can. I am not a fighter.”

I smirked. “Then just stand back… This isn’t the first time I’ve dealt with him.”

Seeing her nod, I leapt off the ledge as Wind broke free of his paralysis. As he turned, growling, I felt a powerful force well up inside me. I suppressed it, as I was not looking to kill my dear partner.

The air changed. It became very stormy… and it poured. The earth rumbled, and the lightning struck. It seemed as though the very planet itself was battling at my side.

So… Here we are again. Wind, I will save you!

I dodged to the side as an Aura Sphere came whizzing by. A few more followed it, but they also missed their target, instead hitting the rubble piles behind me. My fur bushed out as the thunder boomed overhead, and I quickly shook it down.

My paws carried me through the air and over the ground. With the wind at my back, and Wind at my side, I sheathed my claws. Just a knockout… I wasn’t looking for anything else. I continued to scrape and dodge attacks with ease, never letting a single one strike me.

Hmm… There is always the chance he gets bored and goes after the helpless Pokemon I led out of camp. I should send Azur out to lead them away from here, to a place they won’t be found. That will give me the time and space I need to defeat Wind.

I launched a quick paralyzing bolt at my partner, knowing it wouldn’t hold him for long. Then I jumped back to the ledge, where Azur was simply staring off into the distance. A sigh escaped my maw.

“No time to be lost in thought, Azur! I need you to go protect the other Pokemon, I can handle this!” I growled, grabbing her scruff and tossing her out of the way. She scrambled to her paws, and raced out of the area. Watching the last of her tails disappear into the flames, I turned my attention back to Wind. He broke out of the paralysis again, launching a barrage of Aura Spheres.

As the raging Lucario swapped back to Aura Blades to get me at close range, I jumped back into the area, ready to continue my battle. He swung, over and over, getting fiercer each time.

Despite that, I continued to run around the ring, gracefully sliding under Wind’s blades. He growled, clearly distressed that he kept missing. The enraged Lucario leapt into the air, and started trying to take me down from above. I smirked.

Another lightning bolt struck the ground. I jumped onto it before it disappeared. Running along bolts, I took the battle to the skies. My fur crackled as the bolts continued to strike. I fired a few Thunderbolts, before jumping across a gap to land on a different bolt. The enraged Lucario was lost trying to follow me, but continued launching attacks anyways.

Much fiercer than last time, I see. Still, I will save him.

I jumped from bolt to bolt, crossing distances at heights that would make most Pokemon faint. The ground stared up, waiting for me to make one miscalculation and plummet to my doom. The winds howled as Aura Sphere after Aura Sphere came flying at me, each missing their target or getting evaporated by lightning.

Soon enough, we both found ourselves in the heart of the thunderstorm. I continued avoiding Wind, countering when I was able. Though his growls got louder and louder, so too did the thunderous skies. Sensing an opening, I jumped at him. My surprise attack forced the Lucario to drop his weapons, and we tussled on the cloudbed for some time.

In an attempt to dislodge me, Wind rolled off the cloud, and we both plunged down to the ground. While I was expecting it, the act was still enough to catch me slightly off guard. I pushed off of him and jumped onto the lightning, using it to descend as we continued fighting.

Alright, enough playing around. I won’t go full force on him as I don’t want to kill him, but it’s time to end our little battle.

I jumped off my bolt, firing a Thunder as I hurtled towards Wind. The combined force of my Volt Tackle and Thunder sent him crashing into the ground. A giant cloud of dust surrounded his impact site, and a rather large crater replaced what had previously been a couple burning buildings.

I gasped, realizing that despite my best effort, I’d tapped into my stored power, and had done more damage than intended. Hitching a ride on the lightning, I returned to the surface safely. My paws carried me over to my partner. I breathed a sigh of relief… Somehow, he was alive.

I worked to get him onto my back --Not the easiest of tasks, given he was stuck in the ground-- and made my way out of the ruined camp. His body draped across mine, weighing me down.

I didn’t realize Wind was this heavy… He doesn’t eat too much. Maybe I’ll talk with him about it when he’s better.

Leaving the ruins was more difficult with Wind on my back, since I had to maneuver him around the collapsed beams and narrow walkways. It took a couple hours, which was more than enough time for the storm to pass. Wind shivered. Though he was unconscious, it was clear he was cold. That wasn’t a good sign. It meant his time was running out.

Picking up my pace, I started making my way to Redcliff Town. I’d surely run into Azur along the way. I’d have to apologize to her for my actions… Even though she’s only a healer, she’d shown great courage in, well, not fighting Wind, but standing up to him. A smile crossed my face as I decided then and there to officially extend an invitation to the core team. Yes, she was on the team, but more in the way that Heliolisk was on the team. A recruit… and she proved to be far more than that.

 

[Sparkfire]

The room was rather cozy. Wind lay on a bed in the center, resting peacefully. Nearby, Shaymin bounced around gleefully. “He’ll be alright, don’tcha worry! He’s under the care of the greatest Grass Magician alive, after all!” It did a few loops in the air. “Now come on, Jolteon! Follow me!”

The Jolteon exchanged a glance with her vulpine companion, before following the Shaymin. He excitedly guided her around his workplace. It was littered with lots of papers and instruments, though they didn’t look like they’d ever been used.

“And here’s my office! We can discuss payment for my services inside!” Shaymin shouted. The office in question was just as messy as the outside. The Jolteon noted pieces of a long-forgotten lunch sticking out from under the desk, looking a nasty shade of black. She gagged.

“So… I got something to talk with ya about, Jolty! About your eyes!”

“My… eyes…?”

I shook myself out of the sudden trance I found myself in. I looked at my back; Wind was still draped over it. So why had I seen him laying down in what seemed to be a healer’s bed? And who was that Shaymin?

I continued walking through the empty valley, searching for Azur. Despite having fought my partner several hours ago, the sky was still dark. The clouds we’d fought on were still overhead, almost moving with me. Every now and then, lightning cracked the earth.

I wish it could brighten up. Even for a Jolteon, navigating in the dark is no easy task.

The air sizzled. Perking my ears, I adopted a quick battle stance. I let a growl escape as wings flapped in the sudden silence. No response. I cautiously took a few steps forward. The sound got louder. The lightning struck again. In the brief moment of light, I could see the silhouette of a large bird circling around.

I grimaced. Deciding that whatever it was didn’t seem friendly, I figured I should get out of here before anything happens. Making sure Wind was securely draped across my back, I started running. As I raced through the valley, the cliffs and boulders became nothing more than a blur. I sped up, wanting to get out before nightfall.

A loud boom sounded overhead. Spotting a series of lightning strikes nearby, an idea flashed in my head. What if I took the lightning into the clouds? Realizing that even if I would be safe, Wind’s body would never be able to handle that much pure electricity. I shook my head, and dismissed the idea.

Just keep going, Spira. Azur and the others can’t be too far ahead of you.

_____

A few hours passed. The skies were still rolling with me, but I’d escaped the labyrinthian valley. Despite all the clouds, I could still tell it was getting late. Locating a small overhang, I resolved to spend the night here. It was quite cozy. Enough room for my partner and I to sleep together. I dug out a small hole, and carefully dumped Wind into it. Looking at him, he seemed so cute. Him laying there, with his golden fur… Breathing softly under the lack of starlight...

Damn it, Spira, you can’t be thinking about the future right now. He could be dying, for all you know!

I climbed on top of him. Not enough space in the hole, and I sure wasn’t going to sleep exposed. I nuzzled into him a little, trying to get warm. As my muzzle dug into his thick fur, I purred. Although he was unconscious, I started to feel much calmer. He had that effect on me… Was it any wonder I kind of saw him in a more romantic light?

Content, I started to drift off to sleep. The wind blew gently over me, lulling me even further into the depths of the dream world.

“G’night, Lex…”

____

Aurora and Spark arrived in front of a large hamlet, in the center of a pit surrounded by red cliffs. It was, fittingly, called Redcliff Town. The buildings were all very rough, almost primitive, compared to Noe Town’s elegance. The Jolteon’s attention, however, was captured by a large, unnaturally green building to the side of town.

The building, when compared to Redcliff Town, was beautiful. Large coniferous trees lined the entrance. Each tree towered was a deep green shade, contrasting with the red of the cliffs. The plant life, too, contrasted with the native brown flora of the Witherwood Savannah.

As the two Pokemon stood there, a small white and red deer-like Pokemon exited the doors. It bounded over to them excitedly.

“You made it safely!”

Aurora looked at him confused. “You were… expecting us?”

“Yep! A good friend of mine told me!” Shaymin beamed. “And now you’re here!”

The Ninetales simply stared him down. “Well, regardless… We have no time to play with a kid such as yourself. Our friend is dead. We must hurry him to a Grass Magician before it is too late.”

____

A surprisingly cold breeze awoke me from my dream the next morning. I shivered; my fur was not nearly as thick as the average Jolteon. I carefully climbed off of my partner, not wanting to injure him any more than he already was.

I started to sniff him after the night, just to be safe. I didn’t smell much, which was rather comforting. Still… a bad feeling hung over me… I quickly ran my paw along his body, checking for a pulse. Nothing. I looked at his maw. There was no breathing. I gulped. That could only mean one thing.

My partner was dead.

 

[Sparkfire]

The next morning I woke up, shivering. Looking around, I found that a small campsite had been set up around the overhang. Lots of Pokemon were hanging around. While I noted that many of them were the Marauders’ prisoners, I was more searching for Azur’s shining, silvery pelt. I spotted her walking between tents and fires, trying to make sure everyone was okay.

I made my way over to Azur, wanting to thank her for her bravery, and needing to talk to her. As I got closer, I could see that she was stressed and exhausted. Perhaps leading this group, alongside facing down Wind, had taken its toll on her. She turned to face me, visibly stressed out.

“Ah… Spark, I am glad you are safe. I found you lying under the outcropping and had the rescued Pokemon set up camp here. Are you hurt? Do you require assistance?”

I shook my head, the shock of yesterday’s unwelcome surprise bringing tears to my eyes. “Azur… I… I’m fine, but… but Lex…”

“Lex?” she asked, puzzled. “Who is this Lex?”

“O-Oh… Sorry…” I shook my head, trying to clear away some negative thoughts. “You know him as Wind… Wind’s… He’s…” I couldn’t bring myself to finish speaking, instead preferring to simply drop and cry at her paws. For the second time in my life, I’d lost him. This time, however, was worse. As much as I hated to admit it, I had killed Lex, my partner. In my attempt to subdue him, I’d gone too overboard… He still had so much left in him. And I… I’d snatched it all away...

I just laid there for what seemed like forever, my mind a storm of thoughts and emotions. And then… I felt her tails stroking my body. I could feel her trying to calm me down, but I was too stressed… too disturbed by what I’d done. And then… while I mourned, I could hear Azur’s soft voice.

“My dear Spark… hope is not yet lost.”

I looked up, eyes full of tears. “B-But I killed him, Azur! Lex meant everything to me… I swore to protect him!”

She licked my head. “Spark… For many Pokemon, death is but another obstacle. Indeed… There are Pokemon out there that practice what is known as Grass Magic.”

“I… I’m afraid I don’t follow, Azur… It’s over. My future’s… gone.” I was breaking down again, wishing I could have been in his place.

Azur brushed my body softly. “Perhaps it is currently destroyed. But it will not be gone forever.” She paused to help me to my feet. “Grass Magic specializes in manipulating life and nature. If we find the Grass Master, then I am sure that we may be able to resurrect Wind.”

Resurrect… Wind? But… It couldn’t be possible. If there are non-legendary Pokemon who can revive others, then wouldn’t they be more prevalent in society? Especially with all of the newly-hatched that don’t make it, and all the unlucky young Pokemon… I had a hard time believing that any Pokemon could resurrect the dead.

I guess Azur must have seen my face, because the Ninetales smiled. “My mentor once told me that there is always something to be hopeful about, no matter the circumstances. And I believe you learned as much in your adventures?”

I sighed. I was acting the same way I had back when Lex had first disappeared… But Azur was right. The Ninetales’ warm gaze washed over my body, and I found the strength to get up. “Alright… Azur, let’s do it. We’ll find this ‘Grass Master.’”

She nodded. “We shall take the day to allow you to rest.”

I shook my head. “With all due respect, Azur… I would prefer to have Lex back at my side sooner.”

“You are exhausted, Spark. As your friend and healer, I will not let you go any further until you rest.”

I relented. Azur was right. I might not realize it due to my emotions, but my body was likely exhausted and worn out. It was in no shape to keep moving. Not like Lex would be going anywhere. “Alright, Azur… We’ll take the day off. But we leave first thing in the morning. I don’t want to wait any longer than necessary.”

“Very well.” Azur walked off. Sighing, I went back to Lex’s side. His magnificent fur had dulled. I snuggled in close to him. He was cold… I closed my eyes, doing as Azur commanded.

“Gonna meet this Grass Master, Lex… Gonna bring you back…”

---

The Jolteon awoke the next morning, within a lab. Lex was laying on a hospital bed. His breathing slow, but steady. She blinked. Looking around, the room was very personalized. Painted Yellow, with blue lightning bolts along the lengths. Nearby was a small buffet. It contained many meals worth of various foods from around the globe. The smell wafted over to the Jolteon, enticing her.

She made for the buffet. However, the room began to change around her. Where once were walls, now were stone windows. A caged door too, appeared in front. She sniffed the air. The familiar scent of the Shaymin was wafting through the open windows.

“Why, if it ain’t the troublemaker. Not trying to escape today?”

She found her eyes being forced upwards. Jeering at her from outside the bars was a Kricketune.

“Glad to see it. Means you’ve accepted your fate.” Kricketune shoved a small bowl through the food hole. “Eat up now, wouldn’t want ya weak on the day of your execution!”

As soon as the Kricketune left, the Jolteon’s body turned. She didn’t make it do that. It got onto its feet and looked up at the windows. Foolishly, they were left wide open. Two small, orange paws grasped at the grooves in the bricks. One of them snagged a loose stone, and held onto it. She started to pull herself up, scrabbling at the wall. Slowly, the Jolteon climbed the wall.

The sun was shining through the window. The wind gently blew inside, ruffling her fur. Kids were playing in the street. A stray pebble was kicked her way. She caught it, and tossed it back at the kid. Oops. Maybe she shouldn’t have done that. Her body pulled itself onto the windowsill. Pokemon screamed in horror. She heard them, and wanted to duck back inside. Her body refused. Her paws grabbed the roof. A clang was heard. She grunted. Pushing off from the window, she jumped onto the rooftop.

The town was splattered with red buildings and green plants. The lab stood at the edge, distinct as ever. She made her way towards the lab. Birds started to close in on her. Her paws created a pair of water boomerangs, and tossed them. The Swellow dodged. She leapt a gap between roofs. The sight of a lone silver Ninetales caught her attention. Seeing a flock of Swellow approaching, her body leapt down.

Gritting her teeth, she blocked out the Kricketune’s lullaby, and ran after the Ninetales. The chase led her down the backstreets. She lost sight of the Ninetales. She heard a clang. The officers were near. Her body took off running. Pokemon dove out of her way as she reached the main plaza. A blockade prevented her from going straight through. Her paws flowed with water. She jumped, and jetted across with water. A silver pelt dashed in front of her. She crashed into it. They tumbled into the wall.

“Well well… Looks like you fell for the trap.”

---

Azur nudged me awake. “Spark… it’s noon. We must set out.”

“Ugh… What happened…?” I asked. “I had this weird dream…”

“Is that it?” She gazed at me. “You must have been more exhausted than I believed. You slept through Exploud’s tantrum.”

“Oh… No surprises there. I slept through Loudred in the mornings during the later days of my guild apprenticeship.” I chuckled, recalling the memories from those days. “Chatot gave me an earful the first few times!”

She smiled. “You seem to be in good spirits now. I am glad to see that much.”

“I guess getting good rest is the best medicine.” I smiled back. “Thank you for forcing me to stop.”

“I am glad you listened. One thing that I have noted is that you always seem to rush into situations without concern for your own well-being.” Azur stared right into my eyes. “And I believe that nearly cost you your life. You may be the Lightning Runner, but even you have limits.” She rested her tails on my back. “Promise me you won’t over-exert yourself again.”

I glanced back at Lex. “I can’t make that promise as far as he’s concerned, Azur.”

Azur sighed. “I see. Then I will stand by your side to ensure you do not succumb to your own desires.”

I licked her fondly. “I don’t see why not. Oh, and uh… That reminds. Azur, I’ve got something to ask you.”

Azur blinked. “You have a question for me?”

“Of course. I’ve been thinking about this for some time, following your bravery during Lex’s rampage.”

“I see. And, what, might I ask, is it?”

I swallowed my tongue. “Azur… Would you… Like to be the third member of our team?”

She looked at me confused. “Was I not already?”

“Uh, well… I’ve kind of been treating you like a regular recruit. And… I don’t feel good about that.”

She frowned. “A regular recruit?”

“I… Well… I always imagined Lex and I as being a duo.”

“I appreciate the honesty, Spark. I shall accept this preposition.”

I rubbed against her, purring. Thanks to Azur, the future was once again looking bright.

“Let us set off. I am told we have quite a long way to go as of yet.”

I looked behind Azur as she said that. Pokemon of all shapes and sizes were already packing up the campsite. There were a good… two hundred, perhaps? I shuddered. The Marauders certainly had quite the collection.

Azur moved to pick up Lex, since we weren’t leaving him behind. As I had nothing else to do, I helped. With our combined strength, we lifted him up and draped him across my back again.

“What about the rest of our group, Azur?”

“They say they will be returning to their homes now. It has been a long time for many of them.”

“I understand. If I’d been captive for as long as they were, my first thought upon freedom would be about home.”

Azur nodded. “My home was destroyed many centuries ago. But I hope to create a new one.”

I smiled back. “And I hope we can help with that, Azur.”

Azur rubbed against my body, purring. “I know you will.”

I took a step towards the exit. “But first, we need to move.” I looked at the afternoon sun. “Onwards, to Redcliff Town!”

 

[Sparkfire]

Within the cliffs of crimson colour lies a land where the dead return to the living; a warrior of lightning, aided by a mage of crystal shall arrive.

He who conquered mortality awaits. A lost soul is found. The warrior returns.

The exile decides the fate of worlds. His legacy legendary, his legacy forgotten.

Master Aligo’s last prophecy, heard only by Grass Master Arboros, and myself, the Crystal Master. After deciphering a fair portion, I set out on my way to visit Arboros. Team Tsunami was well on their way here, so I felt it prudent to share my findings with the Master before they arrived.

I shivered. I always hated Redcliffe Town. The buildings were banal, and the denizens too boisterous. And the wind always had a slight chill; a poor combination for my meager pelt. Nevertheless, I navigated through the alleys of the town. Confusing, indeed, but Oculus guided my steps in search of his laboratory.

I knew exactly what I was looking for. Master Arboros always had a fond penchant for arboreous terraces. He brought trees to life in remote deserts, and on forgotten islands. He always selected the Willow… Strong, decadent… yet flexible. A tree perfect for the Grass Master.

An intriguing exchange caught my attention. I directed my eyes and ears to observe, noting a Buizel, and the town sheriff, Kricketune.

“Gah! Lemme go, you slimy cricket!”

“You’re a criminal, and you will be tried as one, Buizel. You cannot evade justice.”

The Buizel struggled against the sheriff’s grip, though it was clear he was no match for the larger Pokemon. It continued to drag him through the streets. A few merchants threw some angry looks at him.

A few moments later, the two were out of sight and I continued my promenade. I noticed a few Pokemon throw me some wary glances. Curious. A Pokemon of my standing was usually welcomed into a civilization.As it was not my intent to linger, however, I continued on my way.

After some time, I saw myself looking at a structure covered in flora. Master Arboros was surely within its walls.

“Yahoo!”

Or not. Looking up, I could see him flying around, looping and banking… I sighed.

“Master Arboros!” I yelled. “I have arrived!”

“Yay! You made it!” He came in for a quick landing. “I welcome you!”

“Yes. It was a long trip.”

“It must be! Say… why didn’t you just teleport here?”

I stared at him, unblinking, as the tiny deer rolled around. “As much as it may have been convenient, Arboros, my research in the prophecy, which would appear to focus around this area, I cannot afford to miss anything.”

“The prophecy! I got it figured out!” he blurted.

“Really…? Well I suppose that makes my visit completely pointless, then.”

He jumped up and flew around my head. “Not at all, Master! C’mon, Let’s go inside before you freeze to death!”

“Arboros!”

He landed. “Sorry! I forgot you don’t like me flying around ya!” He backflipped, landing impressively on his hind legs. “I just find it so fun!”

I sighed. Fun. The word’s meaning had been lost to me for nine centuries. “Master Arboros, this is a matter of serious concern. Please, try and compose yourself.”

“You’re no fun…” he grumbled. “I suppose I can be serious for you…” He shook himself, before leading the way to his lab. “So… here about the prophecy, or are you here ‘cause you see something in my future?”

“Master Arboros, you know the only reason I looked into the future was to find a suitable apprentice.”

The Shaymin continued to fly around the room. “But you didn’t use it for that purpose alone!”

“...It was the only way to ensure he’d actually be my apprentice, Arboros.”

He landed in a chair. “So you say! But you enjoyed using it!”

“Perhaps. We are straying from my intended purpose, Master.”

He let out a sigh far louder than a Shaymin should have been able to. “You and your business, Master. You gotta learn to unwind a bit! We got all week!”

“We don’t, actually. As we speak, Team Tsunami is on their way here.”

His eyes popped. “Wait… That Team Tsunami!?” He grinned, and took into the air again. “Yaay! I get to meet them at long last! We’re gonna be great friends!”

I watched him as he did his aerobatics. Impressive, of course, but distracting. “Master Arboros, please… I ask you to calm down.”

“Oh c’mon! You drop the news that the famous Team Tsunami’s coming to visit me, and you expect me not to be ecstatic!?” He continued his aerobatics. “Don’t kill the mood!”

I blinked. “Wind is dead.”

He did more complex aerobatics, grinning wider. Why did I think that would work on him…?

“Then I’ll just bring him back to life! Easy task!”

“Right… I suppose that is settled.” I looked back at the door. “I should be leaving, since you appear to have it all under your command.”

“Oh! Does Spark know about her thing yet? I can absolutely help her along!”

“I do not believe Jolteon is currently aware that she is a Seer. And it is in our best interests that we do not tell her, Master Arboros.” I replied. “I must warn you, Arboros, that if you mistreat them in any way… You shall answer to me, Grass Master or not.”

He looped in the air, before perching on his chandelier. “I’d never hurt heroes! You worry too much!” He beamed. “Loosen up a bit! Enjoy life!”

I was about to exit the lab, but I caught the increasing traces of Crystal Magic in the laboratory. Someone was arriving. I quickly turned back around. I was greeted with the sight of a swirling portal opening. I frowned. The style differed from mine, and I would never travel through time, anyways. That meant there were only two possibilities. It was either Celebi, or…

“Yay! Another visitor!” Arboros yelled, doing a quick loop. “I wonder who it could be!”

I simply watched in silence as the portal reached completion. A cloaked figure, with emerald eyes shining from the hood. Despite the obstacle, I recognized the figure immediately.

“Greetings. Master Arboros, Master Astrali. I trust you’ve kept well?” he asked, taking a seat with a book in his paws.

“Master Asren. You are aware of--”

“Yes, Master Astrali, I am.You were quite clear during my instruction.” He gazed right into my eyes. “But given the current situation, I felt now would be an appropriate time to visit.”

I growled. “And what if you were to be--”

“Master Astrali, I assure you that we have a few hours at the very least before the two of us must leave.”

“Well I’m glad you’re here! Yay! More fun!”

Asren chuckled. “There will be plenty of time for fun after I complete my intended purpose, Master Arboros.”

“Yay!”

Asren cleared his throat. “Arboros, it is absolutely imperative that you tell Jolteon of her nature.”

“What!?” I yelped. “Asren, telling her would go against my orders! Things need to happen naturally!”

He glared at me, quickly opening his book. “I knew you would say that,” he replied, quickly scribbling something down. “But if you recall, had Grovyle sat back and let natural actions take course, then the planet’s paralysis never would have been prevented.” He shut his book. “But due to his refusal to let that happen, the world lives on today.”

I glared at him. “That was different. The life of the entire planet was endangered, Master Asren. He was doing what needed to be done.”

“And if I were to go back and prevent Grovyle from saving the world, Astrali, then I would be unable to go back and prevent Grovyle from saving the world, as I would not have existed to go back and prevent Grovyle from saving the world. It is a similar concept here.”

“I don’t follow, Master.” I sat back down. “What you have described is a paradox. How could Arboros telling Jolteon about her nature possibly prevent a paradox?”

“It is not the fact that Master Arboros is telling her about her nature that creates a paradox, Astrali, but rather the fact that I am here telling Arboros to tell her. This event, in my present timeline, has already come to pass. Meaning that in order to preserve the outcome of my past, I must come here to tell Arboros to tell Jolteon of her nature.”

Arboros and I simply stared at him. I had always known Asren to be of sound mind. To hear him speak so cryptically was a surprise. “Master Asren… What are you saying?”

He stared me directly in the eyes, his emerald gaze giving me the shivers. “Should Jolteon not learn of her destiny as a Seer at this moment in time, I will never undergo the healing necessary to stand here right now.” He didn’t break his gaze. “Jolteon must know, Master.”

“I see… Master Asren. I will trust your judgement.” I nodded at Arboros. “You may tell Jolteon of her nature, Master Arboros.”

He looped in the air. “Yaaay!”

Asren chuckled. “And that concludes my business here.” He stashed his book away. Following that, he turned away. “I should be returning to my time now. Arboros… I’ll be seeing you very soon.”

“Looking forward to it!” Arboros yelped, excitedly. “And we’re gonna have fun!”

 

[Sparkfire]

After several hours of walking, Redcliffe Town finally appeared over the horizon. As such, we decided to set up camp for a bit. It was less of an overnight camp, since I was quite insistent on reaching Redcliffe today. Instead, it was really more of a food stop. Azur was doing the cooking today; I didn’t feel up to it more because I knew Lex wouldn’t be able to enjoy it.

The plains around us didn’t really have tall grass; allowed visibility for everything around us. It was all barren, with a tree here, a bush there… but overall, it was just empty. Almost too empty, if you asked me. Oh well. At least it was a pretty sight. I’d have to show Lex once our task was accomplished.

Speaking of the jackal, I’d laid his body down near the shade of the only tree nearby. At least he hadn’t started to stink yet. I looked at him. Despite being dead, he still looked so peaceful. Almost as if he were just sleeping. A smile crossed my face as I watched his body, ears perked. Although the thought to check his pulse crossed my mind, I was more concerned with keeping an ear out for any unnatural noises. No more ambushes on this trip; one’s enough for us.

Thank you…

I suddenly looked around, though saw nothing. Looking back at Lex’s body, I noticed something strange. His bag was open. I growled, having been distracted by the wind. There was no response. At least, not at first. Soon, the bag began to flutter, as if being manipulated. I approached it cautiously. Off to the side, there was a slight distortion of multi-coloured swirls. A crystal blue tail seemed to be disappearing into it.

“Spark? Is everything alright? You appear to be-”

“Azur,” I interrupted. “I thought I saw something… Lex’s bag was fluttering, even though the wind isn’t strong enough to lift it even slightly.” I glanced back at the vixeness. “And then there were swirling colours nearby, with a weirdly coloured tail disappearing into it…”

She looked back at me. “What colour was the tail?”

“Uh… I think it was… crystal blue…?”

She seemed to be speechless for a moment. “Crystal… Blue…?”

“Azur?”

The silver Ninetales turned back to the pot. “I will explain another time. Dinner is ready.”

I refused to sit down. “No. Azur, we’re a team. Whatever you know about this, I need to know, too.” I glared at her. “This isn’t a matter of privacy, it’s a matter of trust.”

She was silent for a long time. “... Very well, Spark. I shall share everything of importance with you. But may we please enjoy our meal during our discussion? I am rather hungry.”

“Alright. I will admit I’m hungry too.” I stepped forward and helped myself to the meal. At least it tasted good, so I’d be enjoying myself.

“Now then… where shall I begin?” she asked, watching me take my portion. “You are aware that I was the apprentice to one of the greatest Crystal Wizards of my time?”

I nodded. “You mentioned it before we left Snowfield.”

“His name was Espan. He took me in when I was a small Vulpix, and he taught me everything I know about Magic. He told me that I was his prized apprentice -- That is to say, the greatest apprentice he ever had. My talent for Crystal Magic was beyond anything Espan had seen. As such, I was sent out to visit with the Masters of each Continental Magic.”

“And Water was your second strongest, yeah? Otherwise you wouldn’t have felt comfortable healing me.”

Azur met my eyes. “Correct. While I soared above many expectations in Crystal and Water Magic, many of the others were unreachable for me. I could never work with Sand Magic, and Mist was similarly difficult.”

“And what of Grass Magic, then?” I asked, genuinely curious about it. “You haven’t mentioned Grass Magic yet.”

“Nor have I mentioned Air Magic, Spark. Following my failure to learn Mist Magic, my master called me back to Crystallius. I was never given the chance to train under Master Arboros or Master Aerocane.”

“And that would explain why you chose not to resurrect Lex yourself.”

She shook her head. “Had I learned Grass Magic, I likely would still have chosen not to resurrect Wind.”

I cocked my head. Surely she would’ve been able to do it, as she did to me.

“I see your confusion. There is quite a simple reason, Spark.” She took a deep breath. “Resurrection is a difficult process. Were I to work, and were I to mess up, we would not be sitting here. The reasoning is because if resurrection is used, but does not succeed, a creature known simply as a Necrovie would be created. I would never risk unleashing Necrovie upon our world, and never with our friend.”

“Yikes. That sounds… Terrible,” I replied, shook. Necrovie? Clearly, that meant something to do with the dead. If Azur wasn’t comfortable performing the ceremony even if she had known how to do so… Perhaps it was for the best that we were seeking out this ‘Grass Master’.

Azur caught my attention with her tails, moving them in a circular motion before laying them in front of her. “What caught my attention was your description of the portal and tail. Combined with the overflowing Magic energy… There is no doubt. My master paid us a visit without our notice.”

“But… Why? Azur, he doesn’t have any reason to visit us. And if that were the case, then why not speak with us directly?”

She shrugged. “He was often cryptic, even to me. I must wonder, however, how he has lived for so long.”

I grimaced. “Trust me, Azur, that’s just one of the many mysteries I’m noticing.” Sparks flew off my body as I growled. “Like who the hell the Pokemon behind you is.”

___

The Snowfield Sea Chamber. Many times had I visited the area. Today was no different. There was a purpose behind my visit. A purpose involving a great white avian creature. He was not very fond of me, though I commanded his respect by way of protecting his home following his expulsion from the legendary pantheon.

“GO AWAY.”

“I am afraid that we have business to discuss, Lugia. Your role in these events is not yet completed.”

“I GAVE AURORA A REASON TO JOIN TEAM TSUNAMI. I RESCUED HER FROM THE MARAUDERS, AND I LEFT THE FIELD OPEN FOR HER TO HELP BOTH OF HER NEW FRIENDS. WHAT MORE MUST I DO BEFORE YOU WILL LEAVE ME ALONE!?”

“It is true, Lugia, that you have played your part wonderfully thus far. And yet…” I closed my eyes, allowing my third sight to take over. “I see you are greatly pained by the acts I requested of you. I extend my apologies.”

“CUT TO THE CHASE, MAGE. I HAVE NO DESIRE TO SPEAK WITH YOU FURTHER.”

I lay down near the door. “An act which is completely understandable. I ask of you one more purpose, Lugia. One that shall surely restore you to the pantheon.”

Lugia growled softly. “THEY WILL NOT ACCEPT ME BACK.”

“So you believe. And yet, it was due to your actions that you were expelled, no? Therefore, it must be because of your actions that you are restored.” My tail flicked, and a large concentration of magical energy gathered around me.

“AND WHAT WOULD THESE ACTIONS BE, CRYSTAL MASTER? IT HAS BEEN TOO LONG SINCE I WAS EXPELLED FROM THE PANTHEON.”

I smirked. “It is rather simple, Lugia. You already know what you must do.”

He glared at me. “SO YOU SAY.”

“In time, my words will become clear to you. Until then, Lugia, I shall take my leave.”

 

[Sparkfire]

Azur yelped as a thorn pricked her right as I growled. She scrambled behind me, hastily covering the wound. Looking over the intruder, there were clear roses on both sides, although the colours weren’t obvious due to the coverings the Pokemon, likely a Roselia or a Roserade, was wearing. I backed away slowly, not wanting to battle. Our intruder continued to approach though, prompting me to discharge a large burst of electricity, which unfortunately didn’t deter them.

“Yes, I’m aware that you’re scary. You’re the one who killed the Lucario that killed my leader. I must thank you for that, you know. I’d been planning to get rid of Her Roguishness for a while… Although I am furious that you killed everyone else.”

“If I’m so scary, Marauder, why don’t you run before I kill you?”

There was a soft chuckle. “Because I know you won’t kill me. You’re already feeling guilty enough about killing him that you won’t kill again.”

I froze. This Pokemon was right, I didn’t have the guts to kill her. I actively sought to avoid killing Pokemon. It wasn’t right to cut Pokemon off from a long and fulfilling life. And even the outlaws… They all deserved a second chance. Drowzee was a shining example of an outlaw who turned himself around. If only he was here right now…

“Hit the nail on the head, eh? Hehehe… Then this shouldn’t be tough. Are you prepared to die?” our intruder snarled, ripping off her cloak. Standing in front of me was a Roselia. She had black roses, and a menacing grimace. A few broken thorns were sticking out, giving off a threatening look. She laughed maniacally. “Let’s dance.”

I growled. “Azur, back off.” My fur spiked, razor edges shining under the sun. I was going to hold back in this fight; I didn’t fight to kill after all. I jumped back from her initial few blows, before leaping over a set of vines. If I couldn’t hit her, I’d just wear her out. As a Jolteon, it’d be a long time before my energy supply ran dry. I could keep this up for hours.

“Heh. You can’t even bring yourself to counterattack? I was expecting more backbone out of the one who killed her own partner!” Roselia spat, launching a flurry of leaves at me. “This will be easy.” She smirked. “Ah, how I’ll love it… being called Her Roguishness… or perhaps Roselia the First… Or maybe Roselia the Slaughterer…”

“You’ll have to rebuild your group first,” I retorted. “And I don’t intend to be defeated here.” My fur crackled loudly. “You’d best leave while you still can walk.” I wouldn’t fight her unless I had to. And if that were to happen… I glanced up at the gathering clouds. It’d be on my terms. My body shuddered. Holding back wasn’t going to be easy… The power coursed through my paws, but I didn’t strike.

“And once I do? We’ll be unstoppable. You know why? Because both you and that Lucario are gonna be dead. I think I’ll take that lovely vixen as my prize when I’m done with you~”

That set Azur off. I’ve never seen such a sight. I was flung to the side by the sheer strength of her Blizzard. Looking over, it was impossible to tell what was going on. I could see rose thorns being flung in every direction, and tails dancing within the snow. Screeches of pain sounded out, but they didn’t sound like Azur’s. Pulling myself off the ground I walked back into the Blizzard, only to be swept off my feet and tossed away again. A blue rose landed next to me, followed by a deafening scream.

The Blizzard didn’t let up, though. I shivered at the thought of going in again. Brushing off my fears, I got up again. There was no other choice, I couldn’t let Azur fight alone! I roared loudly. Lightning struck the area. I leapt onto it, praying it would protect me from the Blizzard. The electricity coursed through me. Forging ahead, I reached the heart of the snowstorm… to find absolutely nothing. Azur and the Roselia were nowhere to be seen. My tail picked up on an incoming energy mass, and I leapt up. There was a loud boom as that energy collided with the ground. I winced.

The Blizzard started to weaken as I saw a hint of red fly by. The deafening screams of pain started to die down at the same time, as the snow started turning shades of green. My instincts told me to get out of there. The snowstorm prevented that from being possible. So instead, I tucked myself in, and called upon a shield of lightning to protect me. I heard a few zaps as mystery objects hit my protective shield. Then, there was a single POP!

“Haaa… Haaa… I have not exerted myself like that for 600 years…”

I peeked my eyes open. The area was now devoid of a snowstorm. In its place, though… Several leaves were scattered about. A blue rose laid a few meters away, fully intact. The red rose though… That one was completely shredded. It looked more like the confetti I used for Lex’s birthday. I dared to look around more. The clearing was covered in bits of green plant substance.

Oh no…

“Ah. You are safe, Spark. I am glad.”

“Well… yeah, I’m okay. But what about Roselia!? What did you do!?”

Azur stared at me unflinchingly. “I tore her apart. She threatened you, my friend.”

“If that was all, you wouldn’t have backed down when I told you to!”

She continued to gaze into my eyes. “And she insulted me. She wished to kill my friends and turn me into a mere trophy. A most disgraceful position.”

“And you tore her into pieces!?”

“Is that so hard to believe? Ice is a dangerous substance.”

“Azur… I… There’s a reason I was trying to hold back!”

The Ninetales turned away. “I know. But what has happened has happened. There is no use dwelling on it. We should continue our journey.”

I sighed. “Right… That’s a good viewpoint. No use dwelling on the past…”

“The past holds many secrets. But the traumatic parts, we are better off living without.” She glanced back at me with a smile. “As soon as Wind is back, I can begin working with him on that.”

I nodded gratefully, getting the jackal back on my back. He was still just as heavy as ever… Although that would seem to be a good thing right now. I looked over at Azur. She was cleaning up what remained of the temporary kitchen. Most of my cooking ware was broken… I frowned. Those had been gifts from my partner. They’d be difficult to replace. And right now, they were what I had of him.

“Redcliffe Town is not far out. We will arrive by nightfall.”

“In that case, we should get a move on.”

The vixen nodded. “I believe it is my turn to lead?”

“Right behind you, Azur.”

___

I gasped. All of a sudden, it came to me. The vision the Mists of Fate had shown Windrunner during our visit… It was clear. I quickly activated my Passage of Time, with one goal in mind. Windrunner. The intent was to bring the Lucario back to the past to share the news with him.

I searched through the waves of time, searching for that warrior. Despite finding him everywhere, my mind was looking for the best instance. Middle of battle? Absolutely not. The distraction would be too much. Flying to rescue his partner? He’d lost his mind already; bringing Wind from that point would be inviting disaster. Unfortunately, there didn’t seem to be a good point in time to summon the Lucario. At least... not yet.

I sighed, and turned back to my desk. On it lay an open book, currently titled The Spacial Chronicles. Perhaps if I were to simply continue his writings… The opportunity would present itself. My psychic powers picked up a quill and placed it on the parchment.

The sweltering heat of the volcano’s caldera threatened to burn the Chikorita alive, though the Cyndaquil felt right at home. The dark sable walls of the nearby cave, however, engulfed all light that entered it. He shivered. They had chased Darkrai to this unforgiving location. If they were to bring an end to his nefarious plots, they would need to descend to the depths of the Dark Crater.

He glanced at his two companions. Both of them shared the same determined expression. This was it.

I stopped writing, and frowned. The words just weren’t coming to me today. This had been a recurring problem for the past few days. I turned away from my desk again. My mind was a whirl of thoughts, though I eventually settled on touring my school. I was still looking for my perfect apprentice, after all. My ideal apprentice was someone who was capable and eager to learn about the Crystal Magics. A few students showed great promise. I only hoped they would be good fits to my… eccentricities.

The wind immediately greeted me as I stepped onto my balcony. It was a welcome change from the usual heat and stuffiness of the office. Skarmory flew in the distance, visible against the great sheets of ice within the Crepuscule Peaks. It was one of the winning sights for my home, and precisely the reason I built Crystallius College with the finest view.

A small noise caught my attention. Nearby, my precious authentic Crepusian Vase had shifted slightly. Then it shifted again. A little white paw came into view as my vase nearly fell off the table. I prepared to catch it with my psychic powers. At the same time, I began making a list of Pokemon who could possibly have snuck all the way up to my balcony, unauthorized.

None seemed to fit the description of the paw. How curious. That left the big question. Who… or rather what, is it?

 

[Sparkfire]

Redcliffe Town. I allowed a small smile to cross my face. At long last, here we were. Compared to Treasure Town, it wasn’t nearly as welcoming. As opposed to being colourful, it was all bland. A lot of red and brown colours. It also had a bit of a rougher style to it. More edged and jagged, as opposed to Treasure Town’s more refined look. Not super welcoming, I’ll admit.

I glanced at my vixen partner. She’d guided me all the way here, but she was visibly shaking, before collapsing from Lex’s weight. She’d carried him most of the way as I recovered my strength. I helped her get Lex off of her back, and she lay down near a somewhat large rock. “It is your turn to carry him again, Spark.”

I nodded. It would also give Azur a chance to clean up, something we both desperately needed. I was willing to wait longer, but I knew how much Azur loved her looks. Without much worry, I slowly got myself under the jackal, lifting him off the ground.“So what are we looking for with this Grass Master? How will we know when we’ve found them?”

Aurora shrugged. “I rarely ever met my time’s Grass Master, Spark. While I remember his name it is unlikely he would still be around. Therefore… It would be simpler to merely make our way through town.”

“Oh.” I walked into town, scanning it as I went. It seemed like we’d entered the marketplace Placed close to the entrance of town to ward off travelers from Inner Redcliffe, no doubt. Too bad it was Inner Redcliffe we wanted, as I could see an out-of-place building over that way. I started making my way in that direction. Even if it wasn’t the home of the Grass Master, it was a better place to look for him. I got some nasty glares from the residents as I walked away from the marketplace.

Aurora shivered next to me. I stole a quick glance at her. She looked back at me. “I feel like I am being judged, Spark. Do they not like us?”

“Redcliffe Town is the last bastion against the Marauders in this area,” I explained. “So most outsiders coming here were likely Marauders. It’s only natural they’d be unsettled.”

“I see. It feels like a miserable existence…” The vixen pushed into me. “I am scared, Spark. I have never been around so many Pokemon…”

I purred to try and calm her down. It was understandable for her to be scared. First time in an unfamiliar place, and especially after 900 years. Not to mention all of these strange Pokemon staring us down. Not exactly super comforting. I hastened my pace. The sooner we were away from the public, the better.

“Now just hold it right there, pardner,” a voice rang out from behind me. “Yer strangers here, with a dead body no less. Ain’t exactly very pleasant, to say the least. ‘Fraid I’m gonna have to arrest yas on the ground of murder.”

I paused, exasperated. “Not if you value your life. We’re looking for the Grass Master after discovering the body of my friend. I want him back, and I’m not going to let you stop me.”

A chuckle rang out. “Is that it? Seems like a shifty story, bein’ honest. Regardless… I can’t prove it was yas who killed ‘em. Ya can go… but I’ll be keepin’ a close eye on yas, understand?”

“Yes, we understand, sheriff,” I replied venomously, my fur pricked. “Now please stop holding use up so we can find our Grass Master.”

“Hmmph. Yer goin’ the wrong way, if that’s the case. Turn left here, then turn right after the third red building. That’s all the help yer getting from me.”

“Thank you, we needed that,” I called back, before turning left. Almost immediately, my nose was greeted with a familiar scent. Otter… My jowls watered. Otter was absolutely delicious raw… I fought back the urge to hunt it. We were in a civilized place, and I was trying to give up otter meat anyways. Hard to catch, not good cooked… Variety of reasons.

A flash of white ran by me quickly. Azur returned shortly after, a little upset. “I am sorry… I do not know what came over me.”

“Instincts,” I responded. “It can be hard to fight them. I don’t blame you.”

“Oh… I am ashamed…”

“Nothing to be ashamed of, Azur. Now let’s keep going! We still need to find the Grass Master!”

_____

Eventually, we made it in front of the large, green building in the back. It made the rest of Redcliffe Town look very primitive and rough in comparison. It was... gorgeous. Two tall trees of a deep green shade stood at the entrance to the lab, with a line of similar trees decorating the wooded terrace, standing out against the rusty colour of the surrounding cliffs. After seeing all the flora, I frowned and turned my attention to my map. The Redcliffe Plains were a smaller portion of the Witherwood Savannah. Who knew? The flora was still not native to this area.

As we admired the building’s beauty, a small red and white deer Pokemon bounded up to us, leaving the doors swinging wildly behind it. “You made it! Yay!”

Azur raised a brow. “You… were expecting us?”

“Yep! A good friend of mine told me!” Shaymin beamed. “And now you’re here!”

“Unfortunately…” the vixen replied before me, “we do not have time to play with you. Our friend is dead, and we seek to hurry him to the Grass Master. Point us in his direction, if you would.”

The Shaymin leapt into the air, before looping around Azur. “Aurora! It’s been so long!” You look amazing!”

I frowned. “Azur… You know this Pokemon?”

Shaymin perched on my head. “I’m Master Arboros! Aurora’s an old acquaintance!”

I blinked. “So… you’re over 900 years old, then?”

Shaymin snickered. “My age doesn’t matter! I’m ancient! Oh! Oh! Let me tell you some stories!”

I glanced over at Aurora. For only the second time in our short time together, this normally composed vixen wasn’t so composed. In this instance, she seemed to be rather exasperated. “Please do not…”

Arboros grinned. “Aw, c’mon, Aurora! It’s been 600 years! Surely you aren’t still embarrassed by the memories!”

She grimaced. “If you are the same Arboros of my time, I would be surprised if you even remember them. It was a long time ago.”

The Shaymin leapt into the air, the force of his takeoff causing me to stumble. “Same old Aurora, I see! Good to know you haven’t changed a bit in these centuries!”

Aurora frowned. “You do remember.”

I sighed. “Look… we have a simple matter to discuss with you, Arboros. It’s about--”

“Tell me later!” The Shaymin interrupted. “Let me show you around Redcliffe!”

“We don’t have ti--”

Arboros grinned, landing on me again. “I know! You’re here for a resurrection; I can do that anytime! Give me a dead body or a skeleton; it makes no difference to me! So come on! Drop the body and let’s go!”

I blinked. “With all due respect, Arboros--”

“And I will get you your friend back! But I can help you with so much more! C’mon! We’re going out!”

Reluctantly, I moved to one of the trees, and shook Lex onto the ground. To draw as little suspicion as possible, I looked around for something to cover him up with. While I was looking around, roots erupted from the ground, encasing the jackal. I leapt backwards in shock, snarling. They pulled away shortly after, and Lex was gone.

“Hoo hee haa haa haaa haaaaaa!” I whipped around to see the tiny deer rolling around. “Oh man, that was priceless! I wish you could’ve seen your face!”

“Grr…” I started treading the ground, creating a small ditch where I was standing. “What have you done with him!?”

Arboros grinned. “I didn’t do anything with him, except send him to storage for safekeeping! Now no Pokemon will stumble across him and take his body away!”

“...You couldn’t just take him inside?”

Azur sighed. “Master Arboros has always been a quirky Pokemon. He quite enjoyed his little… escapades, even back when I was in training… Or so my master told me.”

The Shaymin snickered. “Ah man, you don’t have to be such a spoilsport about it, ya know! We’re here to have fun!”

“Fun…” I echoed. Was this guy delusional, or something? Life isn’t fun. There are parts of it that are, and lots of activities. I wouldn’t consider worrying for my partner to be one of them.

“That’s right! Fun! It’s the fundamental part of living your life to its fullest!”

I glanced at Azur, who merely made a shrugging motion. “It is best that we go along with his… escapades for now, if we hope to secure his assistance.”

Arboros grinned widely. For a small Pokemon, he was certainly pretty energetic. Kinda cute too, I begrudgingly admitted. I could tell arguing with him wasn’t going to get anywhere. “Alright, Shaymin, you win. We’ll go explore the town. But Lex is at the top of my priority list afterwards, understand?”

“Absolutely! Provided… Nothing unexpected happens…”

Azur growled. “I do not like the way you said that, Master. It implies that this area is home to strange and spontaneous phenomena.”

The Shaymin looked deep in thought, as if mentally replying to her statement. A few vines sprouted from his body. Arboros snickered after a few moments, sending the vines in Azur’s general direction. Yelping, the vixen jumped away from them.

“Hahahaha! Arceus, Aurora, you’re so fun to mess with!” Arboros snickered. “There’s another possibility, you know…”

Azur gave him a blank look. “Yes, I suppose there is. Now, shall we finally get going, Master?”

Arboros recalled his vines. “Yes! Let’s go have some fun! We can look at the garden, the cliffs… and we’ll stop by with a visit to the prison and visit Sheriff Felix!”

I narrowed my eyes at the last one. “The prison, Shaymin? Why would we visit there?”

“Please… call me Arboros, Jolteon!” the Shaymin blurted. “As for the prison trip… You’re here because your friend’s dead, yeah? Am I correct in assuming it was the Krillian Marauders?”

“Uh…” I blanked.

“Yes, that is correct, Master,” Azur answered. “Perhaps it is true that they were not the direct cause of death… But he was killed as a result of their actions.” She shot a comforting glance in my direction. I thanked her silently.

I guess the Grass Master noticed, because he looked at me in that same thoughtful way. Almost like… he knew? I shrugged it off. Surely it was just my imagination.

Arboros leapt into the air again, zooming off towards the center of town. I looked over at Azur. “...He’s rather excitable, isn’t he?”

“Apparently he is. I do not remember him being so… excitable in the past.”

I shook my head to clear my thoughts. “I see. I hope he’s who he says he is…”

Azur nodded. “He most certainly is. Now, let us go catch up with him. We do not want to be alone here. It is… rather creepy.”

“Yes, his lab does give off that sense. Let’s scramble.”

_______


We attempted to follow Arboros as best we could. It was a somewhat difficult task, since he was flying over the buildings while Azur and I were forced to rush around them. So… keeping up was a difficult task! And since the Shaymin didn’t seem to want to stop and wait, it was made all the more difficult. We twisted and winded between the Redcliffe roads (seriously, who designs a settlement like this!? One main road with all the fixings… some important side roads… and then residential roads! That’s all you need!) before finally catching up with the red Shaymin at a large open field, with lots of flowers and flower Pokemon.

“Welcome to my project!”

I looked at him. “Your project?”

“Yep! I got asked to create a nature space for Redcliffe Town several years ago! This wouldn’t just grow here naturally; so they got a Shaymin to do it!”

Azur smiled. “It is a beautiful garden.”

“Thanks! You can go in if you want; it doesn’t bother me!”

The garden was certainly very pretty. And if it was all done by this Shaymin… I shook my head. “It’s too beautiful to walk on in, Arboros. But I’m glad that you showed us.”

The Shaymin grinned. “I don’t mind! But thanks! C’mon, the cliffs are next! The best sight you’ll ever see!”

As the Shaymin dashed off again, Azur turned back to me. “He is far humbler than I remember him being in our… limited interaction.”

“Really? I think he’s quite nice. Excitable, but nice.”

Azur nodded. “I do not know what spurred this change in him, but he is much more pleasant. I am glad for that.”

“COME ON, YOU TWO!” Arboros yelled back. “I wanna show you the cliffs before sunset!”

I flinched at the loud sound, but turned to dash after him. I smiled. Somehow, it felt liberating. The buildings all turned into one as I whizzed through the town, leaping over Pokemon and ducking under stalls. Just like when I was an Eevee… With Lex chasing me… I’d have to do this with him again when we got back. We’ve earned a rest!

“‘Ey! Watch where yer goin’, lass!” This is no playground!” a Pignite screamed. “Ya nearly wasted a month’s worth o’ good food!”

“Sorry!” I screamed back, not really paying attention to him. I leapt over a Kricketune shortly after, who was angrily dragging a Buizel. He yelped, and Buizel wriggled free, disappearing between the stalls.

“Argh… Lass! Next time I see ya, yer under arrest! Mark me words!”

His voice faded away as I left town, chasing the red Shaymin. He dipped down, and then flew back up.

“YAHOO!” he yelled, contentedly. He then started to pull in beside me. “This is fun, right?”

“It is!” I yelled back. “I can see why you insisted on showing us around first!”

“Yep! You reminded me too much of an old, boring friend I have! At least you’re willing to get loose and enjoy yourself!”

I grinned. “So where’re the cliffs? Surely we’re getting close!”

He pointed forward with a paw. “This way! We’re climbing them right now!”

“C-Climbing them!?”

“Of course!” he beamed. “Nothing beats the view from the top of the cliffs! And I really wanna show you!”

“Oh! Uh… I can’t wait!”

“I know! So let’s pick up the pace!”

I paused mentally. “What about Azur!?”

“Azur?”

I groaned. “My partner!”

“Oh, you mean Aurora! Don’t worry; she’s following us!”

Arboros pulled away after that, turning to the left. I grinned, and sped up after him. He wasn’t going to beat me that easily!

___


Azur arrived at the clifftop quite a while after Arboros and I had, out of breath. She glared at me first, then at Arboros. “You both know I am not very fast.”

“Sorry, Aurora~ But we were racing!” Arboros blurted, perching on her head. “We had a ton of fun!”

“I see. At my expense.”

“Aw… Aurora, you’re just like your master! Stubborn and boring! Live a little!”

Her face turned into a snarl. “The last time I let myself go--”

Arboros shushed her with a vine. “You can’t dwell on your past mistakes forever, Aurora! You’ve got thousands of years ahead of yourself; you don’t want to have regrets!”

I smiled slightly. It was really enjoyable to be around this Shaymin. Not only was he small and excitable, but wise and caring, too. I went over to Azur and pushed into her, trying to calm her down the same way Lex always calmed me down. I could feel her breathing become more rhythmic, and her pulse steady. I purred. “He’s right, you know. It’s the exact same thing you told me earlier.”

“I… I suppose…”

I removed myself from her fur and padded closer to the edge. “So… this is the view you wanted to show us, Arboros?”

“Yep!” he responded. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

I glanced over it. The blue sky stretched out as far as I could see, nary a cloud in the sky. It was almost like it was showcasing the beginning of a new age. Below the endless sky lay a sprawling town. Little dots wobbled back and forth in the market, while others were steadily following the road. The lab was visible from here too; the distinctive green trees stood just off to the side of the town, tall and proud. A flash of orange dashed across the rooftops before disappearing into the alleys.

“It really is quite beautiful, up here. Serene, too. I can’t hear anything…”

Arboros flew in front of my view. “I told you! One day, when I find a willing mate… I’m gonna bring them here! It’s the perfect place for proposing!”

I couldn’t help but snicker. “You? A mate? Arboros… you’d have better luck convincing me you’re not a Shaymin.”

He laughed. “Well, that’s still a better chance than none at all!”

“Pardon me, Master,” Azur butted in. “But I am wondering… Why are you a Shaymin, of all Pokemon?”

Arboros flew back onto the cliff, bouncing along it happily. “I was always close with the Shaymin, Aurora! Eventually, they offered me a position among their ranks… Who was I to refuse!” He looked back, smiling. “And I don’t regret it!”

“I see. That makes sense,” Aurora replied. “Now… I believe it is time we moved on? However beautiful this view is…”

“Nonsense! This is the perfect place to relax a bit!”

I chuckled. “So it is. Arboros… Thank you. I think with all the worry I had for Lex, I’d forgotten to enjoy myself, as well.”

“I know! There’s an awful lot I know, Jolteon! I could see it in your body language!”

I shied away. Damn it… Why did he have to be so cute!? I tried not to think about it. He’s a Shaymin, anyways. He wouldn’t be interested in someone like me.

I found a nice cozy little spot to lie down. I circled a couple times, padding it out, and collapsed. It wouldn’t hurt to take a little nap now.

Maybe Lex needs a break, too. We’ll take a vacation when we get home~

I closed my eyes, and calmly drifted off. While the day wasn’t over, it was certainly a really good one. And with one more locale to visit before Arboros got started, it’d get better.


__

“So they’ve finally arrived in Redcliffe, and not a moment too soon,” a figure spoke. “I’ll be makin’ sure they don’ leave without paying Her Roguishness a visit…”

Chuckling echoed through the empty stone building, bouncing off the cell walls. It chilled the spine of the only other Pokemon in the area. He shivered, and put the brick back in the wall.

Not yet… I’ll escape soon, but not yet.

The sun disappeared, and darkness claimed the cell again.

 

[Sparkfire]

“Here we are!” Arboros shouted, his voice ringing in my ear. The Shaymin soon landed next to me, gazing up at the prison; A cold brown colour, like the rest of Redcliffe. Uniquely, it was tucked away in a cliff crevasse. Part of the roof jutted out from the cliff edge, and a prison window was clearly visible on the far end of the wall. It was hard to see, but a paw seemed to be sticking out of it, wiggling the bar.

“I know it’s not exactly welcoming, but I think you’ll appreciate seeing the prisoner!” the Shaymin exclaimed, flinging open the door. I was immediately greeted by a cold, damp wind blasting out from it. Alongside a rather… questionable clank.

Arboros peeked forward. “Hmm… Sheriff’s not here now…”

“He left a while ago… something about hunting down a Jolteon…” a soft voice echoed. “You probably don’t want to stick around.”

I scanned the room, looking for the source of the voice. While it was more difficult to see in darkness, the sound carried through so I decided to follow it. The narrow pathway made me uncomfortable, but this place is a prison. Comfort isn’t exactly the first thing in mind when it comes to prisons.

“I’m serious, here! You come closer, I guarantee the sheriff won’t let you leave! He’s not who he says he is!”

Despite the protests, I continued moving forward. Eventually, I arrived at a small cell with a bit of light shining through the window bars. It was quite cramped. Within its confines, I could make out an orange Pokemon. While its shape was most definitely that of a Buizel’s, it was about 3 decimeters too big. I stared at it, in shock. Aside from it being big, there was this nagging feeling that I’d seen this Buizel before. He didn’t seem too pleased to see me.

“Well… If you’re here, I guess it’s too late. Felix will be back any moment now.”

I rolled my eyes, and took a closer look at the cell. The object that had made the clanking sound earlier was hidden; I presumed Buizel was holding it. The cell itself didn’t provide an awful lot of space for stretching or moving around. He leaned against the wall nonetheless, giving me the side-eye.

“Now there’s a sight for sore eyes. A pretty lady.” He paused for a moment. “And a Jolteon. You wouldn’t happen to be the one Felix is looking for?”

I ignored him, instead continuing my observation. No amenities seemed to be provided. No restroom hole, no hay pile… I know it’s a prison, but those are basic Poké rights.

“C’mon, humour me, Jolteon. It gets boring talking to Felix all the time; he always steers the topic towards execution and how I’m such a bad guy.” He chuckled. “So what? I showed up in town?”

I growled. “Obviously you’ve done more than that, if you're scheduled for execution.”

He laughed. By its tone, it didn’t seem malicious in any perceivable way. The laugh bounced off the stone walls, fading away as a door slammed.

“You see, that’s the thing, beautiful. Last thing I remember was falling out from a tree. One of those big ones, near the green building.”

“You mean my lab?” Arboros shouted, showing up. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? I made it myself!”

I cringed. Arboros was a nice guy, but sometimes he was just…

“Too loud for you, pretty?”

I glared at him. “Shut up. And stop flirting with me; I’m taken.”

“Feisty, aren’t we? Ah well.” He closed his eyes. “I’m Robin. Will you at least share your name with me?”

“You can call me Spark.”

“Then yer the Jolteon I’m lookin’ for,” a gruff but melodic voice rang out. “Wish I’d known you were comin’ straight to me; woulda saved me the trouble o’ lookin’ fer you.”

I swung around instantly. Blocking the way out was a large, golden Kricketune. He seemed to be glowering at me, even from his height. “I heard it all from Chesnaught. Yer under arrest for the cruel act of genocide. I think ye know what I’m gettin’ at?”

“If you’re talking about the Marauders,” I snarled, “then you have the wrong Pokemon.”

Robin chuckled loudly again. Everyone ignored him.

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about. Consider this… revenge.”

As Kricketune raised his instrument-like arm to strike, I was yanked away by a pair of vines. I let out a yelp at the sudden force, and I slammed into Kricketune. The bug went down, getting flung into a wall as I got dragged along.

“Nope! I’m not letting you arrest my friends! Especially when they haven’t done anything! That’s just mean!”

Arboros. Between the gargantuan Buizel and the sheriff, I’d completely forgotten about him. I stifled a whimper as I found myself dangling high above the ground. Arboros beamed down at me as he retracted his vines.

“Don’t you worry about him! I’ll protect you!”

“Thanks,” I muttered. It was a nice gesture from the flying deer, but I could take care of myself. “Let’s just go back to your lab for now. I trust Azur will be waiting for us?”

“Nah! She said she had some things to do!”

I sighed. “Well, at least that gives me time to talk to you about that Buizel…”

Arboros seemed to get lighter upon hearing that. “I know! I’ll tell you all about yourself when we get back! Hang tight!”

____

I approached the same building Arboros told me about earlier, before I left to take care of some administrative issues for an old friend. By the way the golden bug had run out, I’d say there was a pretty good chance Spark was no longer inside. Still, I wanted to be absolutely certain of this truth before retreating to the lab. As such, I opened the door and entered the building.

My face fell seeing the dank and dripping building in front of me. I hated these places. All the ruins Lugia sent me to while serving under him had more than covered my personal quota for these types of places. Unfortunately, I needed to speak with the prisoner inside. As such, I entered the building. Doing my best to avoid the drops from the ceiling, and failing, I slowly moved through the corridors.

Clang!

The sound reverberated through the hall, drowning out the dripping water. I quickened my pace, as it was now likely he was attempting his escape.

Clang!

The last window bar dropped to the ground. In the process of climbing out the now hole in the wall was my query.

"Excuse me, Buizel, may I speak with you for a moment?"

Despite me shouting that, he continued to scramble up the rocks. A few stray pebbles were knocked loose as he battled the wall for footing. For someone who was trying to escape, he was certainly making a lot of noise. Growing impatient, I formed a small icicle and launched it at him. While my aim was true, the icicle bounced off his pelt harmlessly. I growled internally, and made my way outside. Nothing else I could do here.

---

As the silver fox slipped out the door, a large golden bug returned. He made his way straight to his office, if it could even be called that. It was really more like a luxury compared to the rest of Redcliffe Town. Lustrous Orbs stood tall in the 4 corners, illuminating a mid-sized room with 3 Pokemon shackled to its walls. The Kricketune grinned. Honchkrow, Weavile, Greninja. To most, these were master criminals. They slept much easier knowing they were locked up, which made them easier targets.

He turned his attention to his desk. On top of the grand, Witherwood table were his unfinished posters. He swept them away. Who cares if a couple minor villains went on the loose for a few more days? No, there were more important matters for him to attend to. He recalled Chesnaught’s revelation about the fall of the Marauders. Without much more hesitation, he grabbed a wanted form and his favourite quill.

Wanted: Jolteon

Believed to be a mass murderer, targeting the weak and unable. Has also murdered her friend in cold blood.

Last seen accompanying Grass Master Arboros. Use caution when approaching, and always travel in groups.

Reward: 9,000,000 Poké

He laid his quill down with a sly smirk. The Marauders would rise again, he was sure. And he’d be the reason why.

He sang his favourite tune as he snatched the paper and handed it to Pangoro. “I want 30 copies o’ this, Pangoro. Otherwise, I’ll end yer life here and now.”

“Ugh…” Pangoro groaned. “Just kill me then, Felix. I ain’t gonna do nuttin’ for you.”

Felix chuckled loudly. “Tat means yer gonna do it, then. ‘Cause that’s a double negative, which makes a positive. So get ter work, Panny.” The golden Kricketune then stalked away, his laugh echoing off the cold, empty walls.

 

[Sparkfire]

I stretched. It’d been a long time since the sun had graced my skin. It felt warm. Looking around, this place seemed a lot smaller from the rooftops. Perhaps that was because I could now move around freely. I leapt to the next building over, leaving behind the prison and everything it stood for. This one seemed to stretch on for a while. Townhouse, maybe? Or town hall? It didn’t matter. I didn’t plan on sticking around here. Didn’t like it, and I was certain Felix would only try and throw me back in that cell. I shivered. It had been horrible. Despite being a Buizel, it had been dank. Had I been there any longer, I might've gotten sick.

My thoughts whirled to the Jolteon I’d talked with, and I smirked. She was beautiful. Given what I know about the sheriff, she had to be innocent of whatever she’d been accused of. Perhaps, then, I should make an effort to team up with her. After all, there’s safety in numbers, right?

I took off running across the rooftops. Being careful to avoid being seen by the denizens below, I kept low and on all fours. Having been a human before (something I figured no one would believe), it felt a little uncomfortable and clumsy. And yet, it also felt quite natural. Fast, too, even if I did keep tripping over my own paws. I knew over time, my control would improve.

A flock of birds flew by. I ducked down, hoping my orange coat would blend in with the roof. As I watched them fly over, I put each bird to a species. There were a few Swellow, a couple Talonflame, but mostly Braviary. A few of them broke away to fly down to the roof I was on. I stayed as still as I possibly could, to avoid being detected.

After a short while, the birds gave up and left. I sighed. For being allied with the corrupt sheriff, they sure didn’t seem to take their job seriously. Not that that was a bad thing for me. Meant I was free to keep making my way to that building. As I got up, I took a glance around. Seems like I managed to get turned around, because I couldn’t see my destination anymore. No matter. It stands out against all this brown, so it’d be easy to find once I was out of town. I started running again.


Before long, I leapt over another gap. Although I landed on the opposite roof, I hadn’t accounted for its size. As a result, I couldn’t stop fast enough, falling off the other side into a narrow back alley. I somehow managed to hit every single beam and outcropping sticking out of both buildings, landing on something soft but freezing cold. Despite the temperature difference, I was in too much pain to stay conscious, and blacked out soon after.

____

When I came to, it was in an unfamiliar room. There were a lot of green plants decorating the walls, and vines hanging from the ceiling holding candles.They all looked super exotic, and I couldn’t help but smile at the sight. I tried to get up. And failed. Something was restraining me. As a result of my efforts, the restraints seemed to get tighter. I glanced at my arms and legs. The restraints were a pair of thick vines, 2 per limb for whatever reason. At the edge of the bed I was held on was a green lizard with a bunch of leaves. He was leaning against the wall.

“You’re awake. Sorry for the restraints, but you can never be too careful.”

“Huh?” I asked. “What’s going on?”

“You fell on Ninetales,” Grovyle responded. “Broke her forelegs.”

Ninetales… Must’ve been of the Alolan variant, I deduced, given how cold the landing was. Yikes… I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. Did I do permanent damage? Apparently Grovyle read my expression, because he released the binds.

“Luckily for you, Buizel, she’s a healer. But you…” Grovyle started walking around. “You’ve got some explaining to do.”

“O-Of course!” I stammered out. “About… what, exactly?” I tried to get up, but Grovyle pushed me down.

“Easy. You’re still healing from a broken back.” The lizard paused. “That was difficult to fix. I’m nowhere near Arboros’ level of mastery.”

Arboros… I’d heard that name. The red Shaymin who saved the cute Jolteon in the prison. He’d been pretty loud. Didn’t seem like a bad guy though, from what I’d seen. Just… hard to be around.

Grovyle snapped me back to reality. “So. What’s your story?”

“My story?” I asked, a little confused. “What do you mean?”

“I mean what’s your deal,” Grovyle responded. “Why were you locked up?”

I sighed. “I don’t know, okay? All I remember before that sheriff hauled me off was falling out of one of the trees by Arboros’ lab.”

Grovyle brought his paw to his mouth. From his expression, it seemed he was in thought? I was confused. I tried to get up again. This time, he made no moves to stop me. As I hopped off the bed, I winced in pain. Maybe I didn’t break anything hopping off, but my tails sure ached.

“Can’t fault him, can you?” Grovyle pointed out. “Strange Pokemon fell out of a tree grown by the town’s resident magician…”

“You have a point,” I admitted begrudgingly.

He sighed. “‘Least you’re not alone, pal. You aren’t the only Pokemon falsely accused of being a criminal.”

My tails twitched. Of course I knew I wasn’t the only one. There was Jolteon too, yeah? According to Felix. Although his expression told me that wasn’t who he meant. Which means… there was currently only one other Pokemon he could be referring to.

“You too?”

Grovyle chuckled. “Not anymore, but about 80 years ago, during the Temporal Crisis, I was considered an outlaw of the highest caliber.”

“The Temporal Crisis?” What was that? I’d certainly never heard of such an event. It didn’t sound very good. The lizard seemed surprised, because he just stared at me for a bit.

“You don’t know?” Grovyle stopped. “Do you remember… anything before you fell out of that tree?”

“N-No!” I lied quickly. He looked at me, almost skeptically, but didn’t push the matter further. I sighed internally; there was no reason anyone had to know I was actually human, right? I’d just come off as crazy if I admitted that. Not that I really cared to think about my human life. It wasn’t super pleasant.

“Well, you certainly don’t seem like a bad kid.” Grovyle unlocked the door. “Guess it’s time you went to see Ninetales. She needs to talk to you.”

“And what about you?”

He gestured towards another bed. “Master Arboros left me in charge of Lex’s revival. More due to my insistence. He was… and is, a good friend to me. He saved my life, now it’s my turn to do the same.”

I looked at the bed. On top of it, laying quite lifeless on the sheets, was a shiny Lucario. I blinked a few times. Back in Sinnoh, this would’ve been a rare sight. For him to be referred to so casually… Were shinies this common?

Grovyle glanced at my expression again. He didn’t say anything though. Was he suspicious of me? Or was I just that bad at hiding myself? I shook myself off. That was a mistake, as my tails slapped against my leg. Being that they were still sore, I yelped in pain. Still had a lot to learn about being a Buizel…

“Can’t you do anything about the pain?” I asked Grovyle.

He shook his head. “As much as I’d like to, Grass Magic is less about healing than it is life and nature.” At that, he seemed to grin. “Luckily for you, I was able to remove the parkrensic cells in your body. Well, more like alter them,” he corrected himself. “So you’re not in any danger of dying to Parkrens anymore.”

Well, that was nice of him. I guess it carried over from when I was a human… good to know it was all taken care of. It made me pause to wonder. No amount of science from my world was able to cure Parkrens. So why would Grass Magic, as he called it, be any different? And to that end, Magic? That certainly had my interest. Next time I had a chance, I’d ask more about it. After all, we didn’t have Magic in Sinnoh.


I shook my head. First things first: The Ninetales he told me about. “So… Where can I find Ninetales?”

“Her room is the third on the left. Might be hidden behind a giant Pipan leaf. Master Arboros loves his trees.”

I nodded. I’d never heard of a Pipan tree before, but I assumed it would be easy enough to make out. As such, I headed out the door. A last glance back revealed Grovyle returning to Lucario’s bedside, and then the door shut in my face.

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Grovyle was right; the door was hidden. As a result, I had to search behind every leaf. The first two doors on the left were visible; so I turned my attention to the leaves following them. My first guess was the leaf kinda shaped like a maple leaf. I figured it was the most likely to be hiding a secret. Unfortunately for me, there was only a blank wall behind it. Not even a piece of art or anything. Guess Arboros wasn’t into that sort of stuff. Next down the hall was a weirdly shaped leaf. The half connecting to the stem was more birch in nature, while the bottom part one might see off a tree looked more like an oak leaf. Weird. There was nothing behind that one, either, though, so I kept looking. What ended up catching my eye at the next leaf was the… perfectness of it. It was perfectly spiralled… It seemed almost reminiscent of a rose.

It ended up being the fibonacci leaf that hid the door. I made a mental note. Fibonacci leaf = Pipan tree. I knocked on the door behind the leaf. A soft female voice called “Enter!”, so I opened the door. And… Wow. What a sight.

In front of me was indeed an Alolan Ninetales. But she wasn’t just any Alolan Ninetales. With her tails wrapped around her body, hiding her forelegs. But I didn’t need to see them. Her fur seemed to shine a bright cream colour, radiating a sense of authority. Her tales looked nice and fluffy. She must take great pride in taking care of them. Next I made my way up to her eyes. And Arceus, those eyes… Those beautiful, azure eyes… I almost lost myself in her gaze.

And then I snapped out of my trance. She wanted to talk to me, right? I looked around for a chair or anything to sit on. She watched me, slightly bemused.

“You are a Pokemon, right?” she asked, hiding hints of snickers behind a tail. “Just sit on the floor!”

I looked sheepishly back at her before flashing a grin, and doing that. “So what did you want to see me for?”

Her face immediately grew more serious as she straightened out and put her tails back on the ground. “You. I tried to talk to you back at the prison, but you were too busy escaping.”

“Well maybe that’s because I didn’t feel like getting murdered,” I winked back at her. “Felix ain’t exactly… trustworthy.”

She nodded. “In what way?”


“Well, for one, his conversation with that cute Jolteon back in the prison indicates that he’s got some kind of criminal organization backing him,” I pointed out. “And he’s been talking to himself about what he’s gonna do to her.”

“I see.” The beautiful vixen looked away. “So the Krillian Marauders have the officers of the law, too…”

That caught my attention. Krillian Marauders? I recognized that. Something seemed to have happened to them, given Felix’s actions.

She looked right back at me. “But I called you here to talk about something else. Namely, who and what you are.”

“What do you mean?” I asked. “I’m just a Buizel, without memory of what happened to me.”

“Whether or not you have memories does not concern this matter. It is the matter of your… humanity.”

I froze. Couldn’t even crack a grin or a flirty smile.

“Walk with me.” She gave me a tail. “I shall explain.” I grabbed it, and she started leading me down the hall. “Every time a disaster is imminent in this world, a human is called here. Historical records show seven. Three of them from more recent history, and the other four from the First Era and the Era of Mystery.”

I nodded, following along.She stopped for a moment to look at me. “Your arrival here is most concerning.”

And then it hit me, and I had to blurt out the question nagging me. “Wait, how do you even know I’m human? I haven’t told you anything of the sort!”

The Ninetales looked away. “There is an upcoming disaster. This, we know because of your arrival.” I growled internally. She’d completely ignored my question. “I would suggest you figure out what this disaster is and act against it.”

“Isn’t it even slightly possible that I’m not related to this disaster?” I asked. “There’s gotta be another explanation for this.”

The vixen looked at me blankly. “Twice is a coincidence. Seven times, however, is a pattern. I do not believe there is any room for doubt, as you are the eighth.” She then continued to walk along elegantly. I had no choice but to follow her. Still didn’t fully believe her, though. Just because it’s happened seven times in the past doesn’t mean it’s happened again, right? And besides, there was still a lot she wasn’t telling me. Like how she knew I was originally a human, and why she made an effort to talk to me about this situation. She may not be behind it, but I held strong suspicions she was mixed up in this whole affair more deeply than she’s letting on.

I made up my mind. In order to find out what this pretty fox was hiding, I’d need her trust. And besides, she was simply too cute not to be friends with. Finally finding my voice again, I decided to speak up. “Um… so… I’m Robin. And you are?”

“Aurora, though it would be more appropriate to call me Azur,” she responded, warmer than I anticipated. “Spark told me that it is more polite not to call Pokemon by their True Names.”

“True Names?”

“Yes. Every Pokemon has five titles. The most formal, and reserved only for royal meetings, is Rank, Job, and Species Name. This is referred to as the Pokemon’s Royal Title.”

I nodded slowly. So you would be…”

“Veteran Healer Ninetales,” she finished, nodding. “The only Rank above is Master.”

“I… guess that makes sense.” I spun my tails a bit, wincing in pain. “A Master would know everything there is to know about anything.”

“Correct,” she replied. “The next level of title is simply Job, and Species. It is most commonly used in formal gatherings. A step down from that is merely species.” She looked at me again. “This is the most common title Pokemon use to refer to each other.”

“Because it’s simple and easy, yeah?”

“Correct again. It is also the last of the formal titles.”

I nodded. It all made sense. Such an intricate system, for Pokemon. “Next would be nicknames and True Names?”

She half-nodded. “Nicknames are also known simply as names. From what I have gathered, every Pokemon has many different names depending on the group of Pokemon they are found with.”

“So… nicknames.”

“I suppose.”

“And then True Names are what the Pokemon was born with?” I guessed.

“In a manner of speaking, yes,” she began. “A True Name is more often referred to the name Pokemon use around those that they consider kin.”

“Oh.” I paused. So if we were to stick together, I’d probably need to think of a name to go by. How hard could that be? I snickered. We stopped in front of an impressive pair of trees. As their branches parted to reveal those who were inside, the perfect name hit me from nowhere. Something I knew would make me stand out among everyone else.

Jetfin.