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Old September 28th, 2012 (08:59 AM).
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There was a resounding crack Penance heard over the winds, hopefully it didn't come from one of the others he thought nervously. At this stage even a small injury would be enough to give Frost the advantage and due to him working his magic on the ground he wasn't able to check how the others were doing but Frost wasn't attacking him and he could hear the others still working on the ground so that mean they were still doing the plan correctly. Once that floor cracked....

Almost like magic he heard a loud rumbling and Frost's surprised cry. Yes! They had the advantage now! He threw away the rock and quickly formed a Water Bomb in his hands. The winds were getting pretty loud at this point so none of the others would be able to hear him, but he had something else he could use. Everyone! If you know electric attacks throw them at her now! Everyone else, use water attacks and if you don't know either then use the strongest ranged attacks you can! All ranged, no exceptions! We're going to hit her on my signal and do not get in the water! Don't worry, you all will know the signal.

He ran to the hole and peered down at Frost. "It comes to this Frost. You know... you know what many calls this? A CALAMITY!" He shouted his obvious signal as he threw the Bomb right at her to keep her down and followed up with Water Pulses. He wasn't stopping until she lay still down there. He learned his lesson from Ignitus and would not let her survive.
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The next few moments were something of a blur for Hanso. The crack that came from one of Frost's arms was audible to him; within seconds of that, the ground below Frost collapsed and sent her falling down to the sewers-level. If he looked back after a long period of time, Hanso wouldn't be sure if his falling Night Slash hit Frost before or after the ground collapsed.

Hanso teleported back to ground level to stand beside the hole as Penance relayed his message. "Everyone! If you know electric attacks throw them at her now! Everyone else, use water attacks and if you don't know either then use the strongest ranged attacks you can! All ranged, no exceptions! We're going to hit her on my signal and do not get in the water! Don't worry, you all will know the signal."

Standing next to the hole, looking down at Frost, Hanso's anger was dulled by a new thought. Is this what bullies and their kind feel like?

Penance appeared next to him and called down to Frost. "It comes to this Frost. You know... you know what many calls this? A CALAMITY!" After his signal, he threw down his Water Bomb and followed it with Water Pulses.

An aside part of Hanso's mind wondered where his latest Future Sight was. It probably didn't matter now. He was preoccupied by other thoughts, watching Frost but not acting. Preying on the weak and helpless...standing in a position of power...that was what I'd hated about others as a kid. Is this different? The Gold Tribe was standing above the Froslass, who probably had a broken arm now. They were about to rain down attacks, were doing it now.

Motive. Attitude. Those were perhaps one of the main differences between this and what Hanso had experienced as a young Ralts. Plus, as he was thinking now, Frost had tortured Pokemon who'd been helpless prisoners, whatever her reasons. She hadn't been alone, either, since she couldn't have been the only torturer. Hanso's anger rekindled as he began throwing Night Slashes, weaker at range, at Frost with his good arm-blade. This may be wrong, but it may be right.
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Jirmonji was extatic when the ground collapsed beneath the accursed Sentinel, but was shocked when a thought rang out through his head. Everyone! If you know electric attacks throw them at her now! Everyone else, use water attacks and if you don't know either then use the strongest ranged attacks you can! All ranged, no exceptions! We're going to hit her on my signal and do not get in the water! Don't worry, you all will know the signal. He also heard the Golduck, who had sent the message, cry out. "It comes to this Frost. You know... you know what many calls this? A CALAMITY!"

The Swift was ready to do some damage! He took a running start and took off and flew over the hole. Frost was just laying down in the sewers. He had heard an audible crack earlier and realized that must've been her arms. He knew she was helpless, which made him hesitate for a minute. Aren't we supposed to defend the helpless? He asked himself. It just didn't seem very "Gold Tribe like". He finally came to the decision to fight her. "This is for the Gold City," He launched one volley. "This is for Rey," He launched yet another volley. "And this is for my own temper!" He began to launch endless volleys of Silver Winds.
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Old September 30th, 2012 (03:16 PM).
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A stifled yawn escaped between Genevieve’s lips. Her mind continued to wander, thoughts ushering her from one corner of her brain to the next. Each a microscopic trip into the realm of her own perceptions. She would have gladly spent the whole trip this way, just her and her thoughts. What else would be more perfect?

Cringing inwardly as Sentry’s voice broke her train of thoughts, his proclamation about scouting the area up ahead. None of the others seemed to care, everyone else remaining silent as he quickly departed from the area. The slight flutter of his wings audible in the late afternoon air. At this rate, it would be evening soon. Passing through the pass on the verge of darkness, at least in her calculations.

The conversation quickly took a turn towards burning down the forest. A topic she felt most qualified for, but refrained herself from speaking on. Normally, Genevieve wouldn’t hesitate to join in or even attempt to dominate the conversation, but for reasons beyond her explanation, she just did not feel like sharing her opinions on the matter. Even with fire’s all consuming power, it had failed to swallow this forsaken forest like intended. It was most curious indeed.

The little insect returned, again his voice broke her thoughts. She was truly getting tired of his interruptions, first with the Sawk she was toying with and had on the verge of death. Now, he was continually interrupting her thoughts, which she valued much more than any of the others’ mindless dribble. He did mention something of mild interest. Genevieve being more of a tactician herself than a warrior, it was always a bad idea to have your army out in the open, especially if it was supposed to be an ambush. No, an ambush they would be hidden to the best of their ability, but a front, a deception or bait, you would just about parade them in front of your enemies noses. A grand gesture of “look at me, look at me and my army.” Something wasn’t right here, they almost begged to be noticed according to Sentry. They wanted to be seen, but why? What was there to gain by being noticed...to make it seem like the sentinels would be flanked if they didn’t leave Albia.

Genevieve’s eyes narrowed, her ire rising in her heart. If there was one thing Genevieve abhorred above all else, it was being deceived. That was her job. If they did indeed pull off a deception, they would pay, dearly.

“If I may be so bold,” she cleared her throat. Some of the first words she uttered since leaving Albia. “If they want us to see them, then they are hoping for us to bypass them in our attempts of avoidance. What if we give them exactly what they want?” Her eyes went skyward again, darkness was never an enemy, but an ally, at least in her book. “Let’s go past them, lure them into a sense of false security, then when they are celebrating their ‘victory’, we double back and gut them where they stand. Not only do we exterminate the vermin, but any who escape would be crushed, mentally I mean. Their spirits going from exultation to bone crushing dismay. Oh it’s beautiful.” Her voice trailed off into thought once again. Her attention firmly fixed on the path ahead.
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Old September 30th, 2012 (11:48 PM).
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Frost took a tumble into the sewers, landing hard on her side. With the pain of her arm and the wear of the attacks, she felt for a second that the Gold Tribe might have been getting the better of her. No, she wouldn't let that happen. She couldn't. She got up off the ground, the sewer water soaking her body. Zane peered down below, ready to initiate Defender's next part of his plan.

"Everyone! If you know electric attacks throw them at her now! Everyone else, use water attacks and if you don't know either then use the strongest ranged attacks you can! All ranged, no exceptions! We're going to hit her on my signal and do not get in the water! Don't worry, you all will know the signal."

"It comes to this Frost. You know... you know what many calls this? A CALAMITY!" With the yell as the obvious signal, the others prepared their attacks. Zane found comfort in the last thing Frost might hear to be the name of his brother, Calamity. A fitting end to a tyrant Sentinel, he thought.

Guardia and Zane exchanged looks with each other. He nodded to her, and she did the same to him. Together, they prepared. Zane decided to launch his own Thunder Wave on her to keep her down. Guardia powered up her Thunder attack, and positioned it to aim at her. Defender began launching shots, beginning with a Water Bomb and then going into a set of Water Pulses. TrueStriker began striking at her with Night Slashes, and Sword and Shield sent a wave at her with his Surf, and Speculum, as a Grovyle, unleashed a Solar Beam. The Swift launched a set of Silver Winds on Frost as well. All of the attacks almost seemed to mix together, and were flung at Frost. With the added water, all of the lightning attacks were much more deadlier. Frost put up her arm and formed a weak-looking Protect, which blocked the initial wave of attacks. However, after a resounding hit from TrueStriker's then-appeared Future Sight, the Protect shattered, causing all of the following attacks to hit their marks one after another. None of the Gold Tribe let up. For after all, of all of the Sentinels, none stood out to them quite as Frost did over the war. The torturehouses, the pain, all of it was flung back at the mastermind behind it all. Frost tried on a few attempts to block the attacks by summoning a Blizzard, but wasn't able to concentrate enough to do so. None of the Gold Tribe faltered, making sure she was brought down.

Dust and rubble filled the area, and nothing was heard for a moment. No sound of resistance, no screams, nothing. It was silent. As the dust settled, Zane could see the silhouette of Frost on the ground. Then, she saw her, wounded badly. Her body was broken and bloody. She looked like she was in no state to move. It was plainly obvious just by this appearance that she was in extreme pain. Every breath she tried to take was short and broken, as if her lungs had stopped working properly. Zane knew what a monster she had become, but deep down, he still felt a bit sorry for the friend she once had.

Zane went down below into the sewers, intent on delivering the finishing blow to her. He jumped down, landing right next to Frost, whose eyes diverted to him. She cackled, blood spilling from her mouth. "You think...this means...anything?" She managed to get out, struggling to speak. "Nothing...all for nothing...Auron can't....be stopped. He will find you...and make you suffer. And you....*cough*....will look back, and wish you died by my hand....ha...hahah..."

Zane bent down, placing an arm on her shoulder, whispering to her below his breath. "Goodbye, Hailstorm." He said to her, using her original Gold Tribe title, before she changed it to her Silver Tribe one. "May your spirit find peace in the halls of immortality..." He reached back with one hand, preparing to deliver a last strike, when he looked back at Frost one more time. Her eyes...they changed. Their color seemed to morph all at once, causing Zane to stop dead in his tracks. He assumed it was the same thing that happened to Ignitus earlier. But something else happened. Instead of going pitch black like with the other Sentinel, Frost's eyes seemed to brighten, as if a gleam returned that hasn't been there in a long time. She was trying to speak, but so much blood had gathered at her throat that the words were hard to be produced. Zane leaned in, hoping to catch what she tried to say.

"The Catacombs....go to the Golden Catacombs...." She said, before she dropped her head on the sewer ground. Sade Frostbite had passed on. A look of perplexity covered the face of Zane. Her final words repeated in his mind, Zane trying to decipher what had just happened.
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Old October 1st, 2012 (11:40 AM).
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Sovereign listened as Genevieve described a wonderful scenario of death and destruction. He particularly liked the part about "bone crushing," though he couldn't quite figure out why. Vera on the other hand found the whole thing just a little bit melodramatic. Then again, she had just burned down her home town, so maybe she wasn't one to talk. "I agree," said Sovereign. "I could use a little fun. That last fight was just a little too serious, and I could use a good stretch. Let's go kill something." Vera felt this was lacking in the way of couth, but that's pretty much how things went with the Sentinels. They were all very exaggerated personalities in one direction or another.

Sovereign was in a great mood. He destroyed a city, got a kiss from Genevieve, wasn't hearing voices, and there was a good chance he would never see his least favorite Sentinel ever again. It was a good day.
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Penance didn't let up, in fact everyone was laying waste to the broken Sentinel. Something was going right for once and once the barrage had ended and a near death Froslass lay on the ground Penance felt some pride. They had done it, one of the more powerful Sentinels was about dead. Now, they just had to make sure she was killed before whatever happened to Ignitus happened to her as well. The battle with the crazed Flareon was still a blur in Penance's head and that was something he needed under lock and key quickly. If he was lucky he could explain his 'fits' as just stress. Hopefully once he got control again none of the others would notice the difference and he could just continue like he had been. He prepared an over sized Water Pulse to finish Frost off when Vigil jumped down. Penance let the pulse drop to the ground and walked away from the hole. Vigil would finish her off and no doubt get some closure. For now, they had to quickly figure out what to do next.

He looked around quickly, most of the area was in shambles and they didn't have the time to start rebuilding now. If they rebuilt then some Ancients would just come back and destroy it easily. No, they needed to put up a guard and then continue on. The Generals had to be around here somewhere, he needed more information on what forces had survived. There also had to be information that the Sentinels left behind. Perhaps a house or a certain area they had stayed at? Was always worth a shot.

For now he had to play it cool, not get enraged or anything like that, and how could he? Sure there was Calamity, but he would get over it if he took it step by step. He looked around some more and frowned. He walked over to Guardia with a curious look in his eyes, "Hey, where's Dark Lightning? Didn't you say that he was meeting up with us later?" He asked her with a frown. Something wasn't right here. His brother would have joined them when they had battled Frost. He was too involved in the battle to even think of the Zebstrika. He narrowed his eyes, "Guardia... where is Dark Lightning? He asked curiously.
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It seemed sudden when the Gold Tribe ended their waves of attacks and all was silent. Hanso just stood there, shaking a little as he peered down through the hole and dust. As the dust settled, it was plain to see that Frost was beaten, but alive. Zane hopped down into the hole, presumably to end the Froslass' life. Hanso sighed, shaking his head as he looked up at the surrounding city. Sure, we got Albia back and ended Frost's life...but at what cost? Parts of the city have been damaged, if not demolished, we lost another Gold Tribe member, and we had to gang up on Frost just to get her down.

Hanso idly watched Penance as he continued thinking. What else had gone wrong in the last few weeks? Betrayed by the King of Thieves...lost Dark Lightning in that ambush...today's events... He himself had gone a little astray with leaving the main battle. And gotten a broken arm for his troubles.

"Hey, where's Dark Lightning? Didn't you say that he was meeting up with us later?" Hanso's attention focused; Penance had just asked Guardia a question. That's another thing that went wrong. "Guardia... where is Dark Lightning?" Penance asked curiously.

We lied to him.

Hanso made his way over to Penance and Guardia, his mind set. "He's dead," he stated bluntly, but quietly. Better the blunt truth than their previous lie. Hanso kept his voice calm and quiet; he didn't need to reveal to all within a half-mile what he was about to say. "Don't say a word, either of you, until I'm done. Penance, after your...fit, which came after the ambush outside the forest, it seemed you'd forgotten what happened. The ambush went great. Up until we discovered that the prisoners were illusions of some sort." Hanso paused before continuing. "There were three or four Sentinels and an army of Ancients lying in wait for us. One of them revealed that they'd made a deal with the King of Thieves. How Roswell benefited, I'm not entirely sure. To make this short, we all got out of there. Except Dark Lightning. He stayed back to fight. Most of the others here were closer to him than I was."

Hanso took a deep breath, looking between Guardia and Penance. "After our escape, you, Penance...had your first fit or whatever it was. Granted, you had a point when you mentioned, at least twice, that there may have been a spy in Eternity City. But, whatever it is with you..." Hanso sighed. "...I'm letting it go this time." When did I talk this much before? "We got to Hoodhide's village, where we planned our part in Albia. Before that, though, you had another fit. Right after that fit, you came back to...normal, let's say. You should remember everything after that, though I do wonder about your behavior just earlier today. I'm not calling you crazy now 'cause of something you'd said." Not crazy! See different, yes!

Hanso shook his head slowly, turning a bit away from the Golduck. This whole thing was hard. "My reason for not asking about your fits is 'cause we lied about Dark Lightning. Guardia spoke the words, but the rest of us were guilty by silence."

There. The truth, from Hanso's viewpoint. Whatever came next...came next.
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“If I may be so bold,” Genevieve said as she cleared her throat. Scar and Sentry turned to face her. “If they want us to see them, then they are hoping for us to bypass them in our attempts of avoidance. What if we give them exactly what they want?” Scar tilted his head, curiously looking at the Gardevoir as she laid out her plan. “Let’s go past them, lure them into a sense of false security, then when they are celebrating their ‘victory’, we double back and gut them where they stand. Not only do we exterminate the vermin, but any who escape would be crushed, mentally I mean. Their spirits going from exultation to bone crushing dismay. Oh it’s beautiful.”

"I agree," said Sovereign. "I could use a little fun. That last fight was just a little too serious, and I could use a good stretch. Let's go kill something."

"Hmm..." Scar began, thinking about the scenario. "This could definitely work. Never much wanted to see those thieves in the forest anyways. Then it is decided. I will go tell the army." He said, going back a few steps and began announcing the orders. The rest of the Sentinels proceeded forward, nearing the end of the pass, out into the open field. To the right of the forest, they began to see the gathered 'army' of the Alpha Alliance, waiting to see what the Silver Tribe did next.

As the Inferno walked passed, he could feel their intimidation. The army of Ancients marched in uniform, their legs hitting the ground at a similar motion to produced the loud stomping echo. The army itself was already a scary factor, but when it is headed by five Sentinels, it bodes ill for those who have the displeasure of engaging such a force.

The two forces seemed locked in gaze for a moment. In front of the Alpha Alliance dummy army was Kivir Sveenis, recently promoted to Commander and one of the stronger and more capable Pokemon in the Alpha Alliance army. He was apart of the original Gold Tribe group that departed Liberty Forest and help take back Eternity City. He was also paramount in the Alpha Alliance taking back Shine and Gravel City. But even with his leadership, there would be no way for him and his small band of soldiers to deal with the Silver Tribe's superior force. A group of Zoruas and Zoroarks maintained the illusion that a large force of Pokemon was accompanying the Alpha Alliance, and hopefully, this would be enough to send them on their way. By Kivir's estimation, the army had just been in a major battle, and looking to jump right in another one wasn't their most ideal situation. At least, that was what he was hoping their thinking was.

Luckily, it looked like their luck would be holding. The Silver Tribe army began to pass their location, onwards back to one of their controlled cities, most likely Silver City. The Pokemon around Kivir gave sighs of relief and wore large smiles on their faces. All was going according to plan.

Scar walked close to Genevieve. He spoke to her. "Since this was your idea, would you like to issue the order?"

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Albia

The Golden Catacombs? Why there? Zane thought to himself, wondering what Frost intended for him to do. She couldn't seriously expect them to go there, could she? It obviously would be a trap. Maybe another army of Ancients would be waiting at the doorstep. Or maybe Frost had built another torturehouse there. Whatever it was, Zane couldn't risk his brothers and sisters and go there, right? As he gave this more thought, he began climbing up the rubble back into the city from the sewers. He took a look at Albia. Half of the city was in ruins, fire, smoke, and debris littered everywhere. The Generals were already working on putting out any fires and any other immediate issues that would be a threat to others' safety. The rebuilding of Albia would be slow, especially in these times. It would most likely not be rebuilt in its entirety until after this war is finished. If that day ever comes. From afar, General Belas and Hazone waved at Zane, pleased at the way things turned out. He waved back at them, marveling at their ability to remain optimistic and put a strong face for their soldiers, even with the amount of damage done. Zane supposed he could look at the bright side of things too. Because they destroyed the watchtowers prior to the battle, many more lives were saved. Because they evacuated most of the civilian population, even more survived. Zane remembered a quote Rey once said to him a few years ago.

"A home can be rebuilt. A life doesn't have that luxury."

Zane knew the Generals were busy now, but he made a note to go speak with them later when he gets the chance. Zane looked back to where Gallant fell. Running to the area, he already saw the Healer working on him.

"How is he?" Zane asked worriedly.

"He may make it, but it's too early to tell. I'll begin work on it immediately and keep you informed on his condition."

Zane nodded. He eyes glanced over to her Gold Tribe emblem. "Thank you, sister." he said with a smile.

"No problem. After all, it is the Gold Tribe's job to help others. Sometimes, that involves combat. But sometimes, it doesn't."

Zane nodded again, and left, leaving her to her work. He wouldn't be of much help anyways. He went back to the rest of the Gold Tribe, who were gathered reasonably close. The others looked in reasonable shape. He remembered what Frost said earlier about Calamity. Being that he didn't see him there, it confirmed her story. He was gone. That was two of his brothers lost already, Calamity and...

"...where's Dark Lightning? Didn't you say that he was meeting up with us later?" Penance asked with a frown on his face. Zane paused a bit behind the others. He remembered that they never told him what happened. Guardia purposefully lied to her to avoid having to deal with his...other personality.

"Guardia... where is Dark Lightning? He asked curiously. No one spoke for a moment. They didn't know what to say. Some bowed their heads while others looked away in shame. Eventually, Guardia began to speak.

"Well, uh...the thing is..."

"He's dead," TrueStriker suddenly said bluntly. He then explained the entire situation, not leaving out anything. His 'fits', the ambush, Hoodhide's village. Nothing was left out. Zane didn't know how Defender would immediately react to hearing all of this. He only hoped that the way TrueStriker explained it would have been satisfactory.

"I'm sorry I lied to you." Guardia said, rubbing her shoulder. "We just...we needed you normal for the battle, OK? It was bigger than anyone of us..."

Zane stepped forward to the others. "We should give our fallen brothers a moment of silence. They died doing their duty. It may not honor them enough, but if...when this war is over, we will honor them properly."

The Gold Tribe was silent. Zane bowed his head and remembered the two they had lost. He was with Calamity since the very beginning of this war. They had both been through a lot together, escaping Gold City, establishing Liberty Town, rescuing Hazone from the torturehouse, retaking Eternity, going through the Thieves Forest, all of it. He was always there, giving staunch support. And Dark Lightning was a major factor in the Eternity City was as well. Without him as well, the Gold Tribe may never have left that ambush site. Zane wouldn't soon forget the risks they took, the amount they sacrificed to make sure the Gold Tribe would continue on. But how much longer could they continue on for? Every new location resulted in more death. What if the war resulted in all of their deaths? He knew back in the Poseida Caverns that this would be a big possibility, and if it proved true, could the Alpha Alliance achieve victory without them? He didn't think so. They needed every advantage, every chance they could to win. No matter the risk involved.

"I want us to go to the Golden Catacombs." Zane suddenly blurted out in the midst of the silence. "Frost...she told me right before she died to go there."

"Vigil." Guardia began to say. "Are you sure that's a good idea? I mean, this IS Frost, after all. She's...well, she's a Sentinel."

"I know, and I know this is asking a lot. But...something was different before she died. She seemed...different. I won't ask anyone to go who's too injured. But...I don't know I feel like we need to go there. Something's...how do I say it, calling me there."

The Golden Catacombs. Before the construction of the Golden Cemetary in Gold City, the Catacombs were where the ancient Gold Tribe members buried their dead. Located at the root of the Korhal Mountains just up north of Albia, the catacombs is considered a sacred place to the Gold Tribe now, many records and archives being hidden away there. The entire history of the Gold Tribe is said to be there. No non-Gold Tribe are ever given access there, and few Gold Tribe members other than the leaders and second-in-command ever get to go inside.
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Genevieve loved the feeling when people agreed with her, it made everything go so much smoother. Why did people even argue with her anymore? Maybe that made her conceited, arrogant, haughty or any other myriad of possible negative adjectives. But Genevieve never cared, often times, she was right more than she was wrong and that was all that mattered. As Scar concurred on the order, he rushed to go inform the flock of muttonheads that they called an “army”. She could hear him bark out the orders, the sound of it bringing a smile to her face.

A simple marching tune began to reverberate in the back of her throat in the form of a hum, it thrummed in unison with the thunderous steps of the army behind her. An open field presented itself as the pass began to reach its end. The “ambush” army lay in wait to the immediate right of the much talked about forest.

The heart in Genevieve’s chest leapt at the situation. The tension and foreboding was palpable, the well organized army of the Sentinels was truly a sight to behold. She could only imagine what the opposing commanders thought at the sight of it. Genevieve rarely knew fear, but in her mind, to be on the opposing side of this army and accompanying Sentinels, she had a suspicion she would feel it. The best laid plans of Pokemon often go awry, especially when someone comes along with a better one.

The forces locked gazes across the expanse. “What must they be planning?” Genevieve thought to herself. By all accounts, now that she had seen the army’s formation with her own eyes, the bug, Sentry, was right. This formation was most unusual. An ambush wouldn’t be this exposed, there was no illusion or even pretense of trying to hide themselves. Either the opposing commander was extremely arrogant, which she could respect, or he definitely wanted...no, needed to be seen.

The Silver forces marched on, leaving their opponents to savor their small meaningless victory. Genevieve clasped her hands behind her back, her “gown” rustling with each practiced and precise step of her walk. Her mind raced with the potential strategy of the battle ahead. It needed to be quick, precise and controlled. The best idea that came to her mind, was to pinch them. They needed to be...herded.

Her thoughts were broken as Scar pulled up closely on her flank. “Since this was your idea, would you like to issue the order?” His voice resonated in her head.

“Why yes, I do believe I would enjoy that,” She replied, cocking her head in his direction. She bowed her head, an indication of her leave from his presence as she approached Sovereign. “Excuse me, my dear.” She looked up at him. “If you are in need of some fun. Would you mind casting a sandstorm in the midst of our enemies? I believe they would find that most troublesome. Hopefully it will cause even more confusion in their ranks. After that, it would be best if we could have the army flank them and try to squeeze them in a vice.” Without even waiting for a response, she left him to his thoughts, or what few he had. Things to do, Pokemon to kill. She didn’t have time for his acknowledgment.

Turning to face the army as a whole, the other Sentinels to her back, Genevieve gathered herself and strengthened her voice to its strongest limits. “They oppose us, they challenge us and they have attempted to deceive us!” Genevieve looked out at the gathered masses. Anger and aggression tainted her speech with a perceivable bite. “Those Pokemon are fools! Now, let’s go kill them!”
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This is ridiculous, thought Vera to herself as they approached the Alliance army. We should be heading for Silver City, not getting involved in unnecessary fights. But she knew that her word against five Sentinels would be useless. Sovereign certainly wouldn't listen, he was too absorbed in the idea of fighting more enemies. She watched in disgust as Genevieve continued to play Sovereign. Though she had to admit, the sandstorm would be useful. By the time they were out of view of the army, Vera darted off towards the rear flank of the Alliance.

Sovereign was ready for this. The pain of his previous battle had withered away, and he wanted to fight. Genevieve wanted a sandstorm. Sovereign, wishing to impress, decided to turn it into a masterpiece, for lack of a better term. He focused as he grinded his feet into the soil. Granules of dust began to take shape, and lifted off the ground. He started slow, a mere wave of light dust flowed through the enemy forces. But as the moments passed, the wind began to pick up. The dust turned to sand and began to whip about the battlefield, at first a minor nuisance, then quickly becoming a hazard! Soon there was enough to blind the enemy quite thoroughly. Sovereign then let forth the most frightening roar he could muster, before charging into the field, ready to tear apart the first thing he could get his hands on.
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The words his Penance as he realized that not only Guardia lied to him.... EVERYONE had lied to him. For a brief second he felt very small compared to the others. They had lied to him... just so they could have him for battle. He thought that rather selfish. His hands balled up a bit as TrueStriker continued to speak. Before he could really say how he felt about this Vigil stepped in and commanded them to have a moment of silence but Penance really knew what was happening. It was an extremely convenient way of preventing him from shouting at them about how he mattered too, although the moment did give him some time to wrap his mind around the issue. He knew that the battle was important, but how important was it to these.... 'brothers' he had? Enough so that he could never again know about when one of them died? He knew why he had blacked out, it was because the plan had gone awry. Something had happened that wasn't supposed to happen. That always stressed him out.

As the moment ended Vigil called for them to head to the Catacombs. Penance closed his eyes as he laid down his idea to them. Quick calculations on his part were all that he needed before slowly nodding his head, "Well, we can go. It isn't that far but who here has been in them lately? Hm? Do they even exist anymore or are the catacombs wiped out? More importantly, since Auron himself knows of their location it could very well be a place that he's been using to attract Gold Tribe members. It IS the catacombs after all, could have served as a meeting place for a few brothers so odds of meeting some Ancients there is rather high. Have a plan to deal with them if we get there and stumble into a room where there are a hundred Ancients hanging out?" Penance drolly asked the Bisharp.

It wasn't hard to see that he was upset as he crossed his arms and glanced at the others quickly. He saw the shame and embarrassment on their faces, good enough for him. Still, he now had to wonder, what else were they keeping from him? He closed his eyes, at least he was truthful to them. He had answered their questions whenever they asked him and luckily no one asked lots of questions about him. If they did, he would make sure they knew whether he spoke the truth or not.
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"I'm sorry I lied to you." Guardia said, rubbing her shoulder. "We just...we needed you normal for the battle, OK? It was bigger than anyone of us..."

Zane stepped forward to the others. "We should give our fallen brothers a moment of silence. They died doing their duty. It may not honor them enough, but if...when this war is over, we will honor them properly."

Honor. It always came back to that, didn't it? How, then, did Lyn, Hanso, Zane...all of them, really, uphold honor if they couldn't tell one simple truth? Strangely, there had also been a comment that Sovereign had made before their fight: "Do you have more honor than your disgraceful brothers?" Ragnaros had reported, during the battle, that Genevieve and Sovereign were around; did the Salamence do something that Sovereign considered disgraceful?
Then there was the matter of Hanso's own actions. He might have been able to save Dark Lightning, but Hanso wasn't sure. More recently, he had ignored one of Penance's orders and left the others to fight Ignitus while he found the telepathic intruder.

"I want us to go to the Golden Catacombs." Zane suddenly blurted out in the midst of the silence. "Frost...she told me right before she died to go there."

"Vigil." Guardia began to say. "Are you sure that's a good idea? I mean, this IS Frost, after all. She's...well, she's a Sentinel."

"I know, and I know this is asking a lot. But...something was different before she died. She seemed...different. I won't ask anyone to go who's too injured. But...I don't know I feel like we need to go there. Something's...who do I say it, calling me there."

A different kind of different than Ignitus, whatever happened with her. Or so I assume.

"Well, we can go," Penance began. "It isn't that far but who here has been in them lately? Hm? Do they even exist anymore or are the catacombs wiped out? More importantly, since Auron himself knows of their location it could very well be a place that he's been using to attract Gold Tribe members. It IS the catacombs after all, could have served as a meeting place for a few brothers so odds of meeting some Ancients there is rather high. Have a plan to deal with them if we get there and stumble into a room where there are a hundred Ancients hanging out?"

The Golden Catacombs. "We'd need someone to act as scout," Hanso replied, his voice neutral. "Someone who cou-- Ah!" He fell onto his knees as his left arm viciously reminded him that it was broken. His battle-mind was gone now, leaving Hanso to deal with all the pain and exhaustion of the day's battles. The area was still cold from Frost's Hail and Blizzards, which didn't help his mood one bit. "Stupid me," Hanso mumbled. He felt ready to pass out, cold or not.
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As Defender spoke, Zane could feel that he was upset with them. And that was put mildly. Zane did feel partly as if he did betray his brother, hiding the truth from him like that. Guardia's conscious seemed more cleared, holding firm to her belief that it had to be done. Zane was conflicted. On one hand, there was the deception of one of his own, one he called brother, who fought for the same morals and ideals as him. On the other hand, there was the duty of the Gold Tribe, that had to be valued beyond anything else as their most important function, even at the cost of the lives and well-being of themselves, and even each other. But to do, to Zane, almost made it feel like he was abandoning that which made him alive, and nothing more than a-

You are tools. The familiar voice of the dream filled his mind.

"You...you have a point, Defender, but remember, only a Gold Tribe member could have passage into the Catacombs, so I'm unsure if the Ancient would have been able to get in without one of the Sentinels' assistance, which would mean that they would have to go with them, and I don't think they would waste their time with that. At least, that's what I believe. I think the most we can except is Ancients on the outside, and those can be taken care of, or passed by if necessary."

"We'd need someone to act as scout," Hanso replied, his voice neutral. "Someone who cou-- Ah!" Hanso suddenly fell to his knees, from the pain of his left arm. In the wake of the battle, Zane had forgotten about injuries and weariness of the others, including himself. He was so much more worried about getting to the Catacombs. The Gold Tribe were the elites of Valkaria and the Alpha Alliance, but even they needed rest. Zane noted in his head that the line between their duty and their safety shouldn't be crossed. As their leader, even an interim one, he had to look out for them, like Rey would have.

Zane walked over and helped TrueStriker up, supporting his nonbroken arm over his shoulder so that he could walk. "We need to get you looked at. Actually, we all should get looked at, and get some rest. We'll talk more about what we'll do tomorrow."

The Gold Tribe gathered where Gallant was being treated by Healer, which had also become a location where other Alpha Alliance medics began treating patients who had been injured. Alpha Alliance soldiers would often give the Gold Tribe members glances, not used to seeing so many in one place. Their status to them seems not to have diminished in the slightest. Zane looked silently down at Gallant, who was still being treated extensively. He wondered if his former teacher would make it. He was among the most wise and experienced of the group there, and one that Zane knew the longest. The other Gold Tribe members were being treated for their wounds too. TrueStriker had his arm looked at, while Guardia was being treated for a few burns she got against Ignitus.

Zane looked around the group. Some were gone, Calamity and Dark Lightning. Many still were around, including Defender, Guardia, TrueStriker, Sword and Shield, Hoodhide Wildfire, Bloodthirster, Dryad, and Speculum. Then there were new members who they just met on the battle, including The Swift, Healer, and a strange Zoroark who referred to himself as the "Prince of Light". He was certainly interesting. Also still lurking around the group was Noctus, which Zane found particularly strange. He would have expected the thief to have left a long time ago, perhaps right when the battle started. He wondered what was it that still kept him around.

"So, what do we do now?" Speculum asked warily.

"Now...we rest. We've been on the move for too long. Our duty calls for us to protect and serve, but as leader, interim or not, I can't risk you all getting injured until I'm sure you'll get better. We need our recovery as much as the next Pokemon. Let's relax for the next three days. After that, we'll figure out what we'll do."

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Plains of Valkaria

Things seemed to be going too well for Kivir, and it caused him to get a bit suspicious. It was unlikely for the Silver Tribe to ever let enemies go, even if they were supplemented by a larger force, at least in appearance. As Kivir recalled in the first Invasion of Albia over a year ago, the Silver Tibe sacrificed thousands of Ancients against the might of the Hyper Beam Cannons before they broke through the city. They tossed those mindless soldiers away as though they had plenty more to spare, which apparently they did. The whole scene in front of him just seemed strange when compared to pat actions.

When a sandstorm began to be whipped up, though, Kivir's suspicions were affirmed. The Pokemon around him began to panic, as they heard the shouts of the Silver Tribe filling the air. They were also getting flanked. Kivir shook his head. He knew the trip here might have been one way, but he felt for those who volunteered to come with him. Many were young, fresh soldiers with much life still in them. Perhaps that was just the way things needed to go. A sacrifice in one area for a larger victory overall. If that truly was how it was meant to go, damn those who invented war.

"Steady, men! Use the trees as cover. Hit them before they have a chance to hit you, and then take cover from retaliation! Focus on the Ancients, but try to stay away from the Sentinels!" Even as he said it he knew it was folly. There were five of them, and many of them had reputations for destruction and pain. Ancients began to engage the Alpha Alliance force through the sandstorm. Kivir hit a Kabutops back onto the ground with a Brick Break, hearing the crunching of bones as he must have shattered his rib cage. He retreated into the cover of the forest's edge.

"Use longer ranged attacks!" He shouted again at his force.

"Ah, using the forest as cover." Scar said as he watch the battle unfold from afar. "I wonder what certain fire-using Sentinel has something to say about that..." He said, expecting the Inferno to answer him, but as he turned to look at where he believed the Typhlosion was standing, he was already gone. Scar looked for him among the Sandstorm, no spotting him immediately. The Alpha Alliance were about to taste true fear and power, and not just from the Inferno, but from all of the Sentinels.
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Penance just sighed as Vigil and the others headed off to get treated. He followed after them, making sure to keep his distance as various priorities rattled off in his head. He wasn't harmed that badly, sure a little chilled from the cold attacks, but he needed to do something. It was much more important than getting treated himself. First, he had to find something. Penance glanced over at the others rather briefly, then down at TrueStriker where he was being treated and then at Noctus who was keeping his distance. Without another word Penance walked off into the city. His first task was rather difficult and he did spend some time just wandering around as the Soldiers secured the town and the townsfolk began to emerge from their houses.

There was luckily an abandoned shop in one part of the city. Judging from the blood splatter on the walls, he doubted the owner was still alive. Most of the place seemed to have been destroyed by the Ancients but there was still a intact shovel that he grabbed. He went around again, this time on the lookout for a flower shop. The roses were pretty much dead as were the other flowers, and while he detested having to use them, he knew he had to. He grabbed a few of them and headed off once more.

He didn't want to waste any more time trying to find some soft ground in the city so he headed out to where he knew he could set up the site without it being disturbed. It wasn't that far away from the city where he set down the shovel and flowers. He gripped the shovel in his hands and began to dig out a hole. Time passed rather quickly as he finished up the rather big hole and then started up on the next one. The second hole wasn't as big as the first one and that was the point. Now with the holes dug out he began to fill them with the dirt he had just taken out. It was a lengthy process but he had done this whole thing before. Sometimes with bodies, sometimes without them. Once the empty graves had been filled he grabbed the roses and gently began to lay them on the disturbed soil. He distributed them equally and stepped back to look down upon the graves. One was big enough for a Zebstrika and the other for an Absol.

He looked down for a few more minutes before he set the shovel in the ground and sat down on his back, staring up at the sky. A small smile formed on his bill as he began to really think. It was too crowded in the city to properly think and this was a great place to just relax.
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The Swift was exhausted. The battle had drained all of his strength. He flew over to the gathering and landed in front of Vigil. "Sir, allow me to formally introduce myself. I'm Jirmonji Slynt. My title is The Swift. I've been a member of the Gold Tribe for six years along with my brother. He was a loyal member as well...before Gold City." He shuddered at the memory of his brother dying. "I deserted...I ****ing deserted!" He shouted an punched a nearby building. "I left for years, but I came back once I was strong enough, and I would be honored if you would accept me back into service. I'm not very powerful, but I'm the fastest there is. I would serve loyally and effectively...If you would have me." He got on a knee and crossed his chest with his claw. "I am the Gold Tribe's." That was corny. I could've just asked him then and there. Now I look weak! The Swift was a little angry at that moment. He was angry, humiliated, and injured.
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The mighty roar of Sovereign charging into battle was a wondrous noise. He truly was a tool of destruction and his sandstorm was evidence of that. Genevieve hesitated and watched behind the ranks of ancients as they all charged into battle, they were following her orders to the letter. A craftsman was only as skilled as the tools at his disposal, but a craftsman also had to know each one’s proper use. The Ancients, they served as an effective multitool, flexible, changing to the needs of its wielder. Creatures like Sovereign, they served a more singular purpose, like a hammer. When things needed to be beat into submission, he was probably the most effective tool for the job. He was indeed a very good hammer.

The sandstorm whirled, its composition viscous and suffocating over the enemy. The panic of the enemy was wholly evident, this was their pay for daring to challenge those who have the right to rule. Just as the Caterpie runs in fear from the Pidegeotto, so too would their enemies. “Scatter, little creatures,” Genevieve whispered to herself quietly. The Ancients flanked the Gold Tribe as instructed, her plan so far coming to fruition. This needed to be a quick battle, it had to. They had orders to get back and she had no intention of making Auron angry by their tardiness.

Slowly she followed behind Sovereign, her pace like that of an evening stroll among the fields. The Alpha Alliance began to run for the tree line after their bluff being called. Such is the downfall of incompetent beings and their pathetic hubris. Oh how Genevieve longed for a challenge. Did she really have to go in search of one herself? Surely these so-called “liberators” or whatever name they were going by these days, terrorists, rebels, anarchists, radicals, could have come up with something a little more inventive. Because history has shown that fighting people fair would always change things. No, if you wanted change, real change, you had to fight dirty. You had to roll in the same mud and fight in the same quagmire as those you are trying to overthrow. That was the problem with these Pokemon, they were too clean. They refused to commit actions that are necessary to prevail. Had she really been like them before? It seemed so long ago now. Integrity, nobility, and self-sacrifice. These words she used to know so well, now they didn’t even compute properly in her head.

She would never lay down her life for Sovereign, or any of these other Sentinels really. In return, they probably wouldn’t do the same for her either. Nobody would shed tears at her death, in fact, most Pokemon would probably be relieved. Was it always this way? It was hard to remember. It was probably for the best. Were she to be captured or defeated, unless Auron had other uses for her, she would be cast to the Mightyenas, probably never to be heard from again. But this is what gave the Silver Tribe strength. Just like a statue of iron and clay is weakened by the mixture, rather than iron alone. So too is a ruling body when it succumbs to the whims and whines of its populace.

A Hitmonchan leapt in front of her path, his fists flying so quickly that they seemed like a blur to the naked eye. His obvious goal was to scare her and catch her defenses off guard. Genevieve lifted her arm and caught him with her psychic grip, when would these fighting type Pokemon learn?

“If you so desire the shelter of trees, let me help you.” With a flick of her wrist, the Hitmonchan went flying, his body flipping and rolling over on itself midair. His body hit with an audible thump as he reached the thick wood of a large tree, a branch skewering him and causing death instantly. Her satisfaction was short lived however. Cursing her feeble body, she fell to the ground in pain. The wounds she suffered from earlier in the day continued to take its toll. As much as it pained her, she forced herself to her feet. Laying prone on the ground in the middle of battle was a death wish.

With a monumental effort, she dragged her weak form to the outskirts of battle. She could see the skirmish in its entirety from here, a spectator with front row seats. As much as she would have loved to join her comrades in the reprimand of the peasants, limitations had to be respected. That obnoxious Sawk’s close combat technique must have been a critical hit without her realizing it. No matter, a days rest and the attention of the best healers in Silver City, she would be right as rain. This one, however, would require her sitting out.
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As Sovereign charged into battle, the earth began to shake. Each step seemed to intensify the effect. He trampled straight through the first few enemies, then let forth the full force of his Earthquake! Almost simultaneously, a voice could be heard on the other side of the Army yelling, "Blast Burn!!!" A massive storm of flames erupted from all around Vera, who had slipped into the enemy force's ranks. An easy feat since no one expected a Blaziken to be working with the Silver Tribe. Sometimes it paid not to be a Sentinel.

"Show me what you got! I don't want to get bored now!" Sovereign yelled. He liked one on one fights with powerful opponents, but this was just as fun. He started ripping apart anyone he could get his hands on, using his mighty jaws to finish them off.

Once Vera had recovered from her Blast Burn, she spoke. "Who amongst you will fight me? These small fry are clearly no match, and it has been too long since I had a real challenge."
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Zane noticed Defender head off into the city somewhere. He debated if he should go after him, and ultimately concluded that it was best if he just let him be for now. The Golduck had been through a lot. The Swift stepped forward and formally introduced himself to the group.

"Sir, allow me to formally introduce myself. I'm Jirmonji Slynt. My title is The Swift. I've been a member of the Gold Tribe for six years along with my brother. He was a loyal member as well...before Gold City."

Apparently, the Swift claimed he 'deserted', most likely referring to Gold City. But if he did, then that meant everyone in the Gold Tribe who retreated that day did. Zane didn't buy that. The city had fallen by then, and Rey gave the order to retreat. It was necessary, for the few to live to fight another day, instead of pointlessly tossing away their lives.

Zane recalled reading about similar events in the Gold Tribe's past. About 100 years ago, when the sadistic organization known as the Order of Neoverse was invading Valkaria, then-leader "Kaiser" Kent Reed was also forced to retreat on multiple occasions before they finally were able to claim a victory. They had to lose first to begin winning. It was a similar situation with them. The Silver Tribe came and took city after city. Hundreds of his brothers and sisters perished in their defense, but the few who retreated were able to make this counterattack, and now the Gold Tribe had two crucial victories under their belt.

"Swift, you always were, and will always be a member of the Gold Tribe, and my brother. But do not worry about your so-called desertion. We will take back Gold City one day, for those we lost, and for those still standing. This I swear, to all of you."

It may not have meant much other than words, but this was the very first time that Zane actually said with assurance that they would succeed. Whether it would turn out to be true remained to be seen, but with another victory under their belt, Zane grew ever more confident. It could be done.

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Zane spent the remainder of the day resting and recovering any wounds he had in the battle before. He spoke with the Generals about the Gold Tribe's intent on going into the Golden Catacombs in three days. Though they were puzzled by the request, they agreed, and the date had been set. Night came quickly, and Zane turned in early, knowing himself and the others needed, and probably wanted, a good rest. But unfortunately for Zane, he wouldn't have one.

Zane couldn't tell at which point in the night that it had started to occur, but eventually, Zane found himself in an intense and vivid dream. He was in a room, it was almost familiar to him, as if he had been there before. Many different Pokemon were in this room, though two in the middle, a bit further from everyone else, were the ones that caught Zane's eye. A Zangoose, and a Snorlax. Zane was certain the Zangoose was the same one he had seen in previous dreams, the Gold Tribe leader from 100 years ago, "Kaiser" Kent Reed.

"Give it to me straight, General. I've heard all kinds of rumors of possible attacks by the Order. Are they true? What are we dealing with?" Kent asked the Snorlax, apparently the General at the time. Zane had trouble remembering his name at the moment.

"Do you remember Albia?' The General asked Kent, which was responded in a nod. "The force that will attack Eternity City is twice that size. They will be here by the end of the week."

Even in this dream, Zane felt his stomach churn. He couldn't even understand the size and scope, but even then, it felt as if he was about to participate in the battle himself, and knew the force he was facing. The Zangoose Kent went to go prepare form the battle, and just like that, the dream stopped.

Zane awoke. It was still dark out, with the break of dawn most likely not on the way for another hour or so, yet after such a vivid dream as this, he couldn't have any sleep. He strode off into the city, many Pokemon still asleep, so it was quite quiet. If one did not look at the damage that was in parts of the city, one could never tell that there was a great battle here just yesterday. In this peaceful setting, Zane tried to make sense of the dream. It seemed like more than a dream, though. It was so vivid. Zane had been experience these since a little after they had established Liberty Town. But this one in particular, as he woke up and reflected on it, he knew from his studies that this was something that had actually happened. It was like a memory. Though this particular event may not have been recorded in the history books, Zane could tell when and where it was. It was 100 years ago, in Eternity City, just on the eve of battle against the Order of Neoverse.

Zane continued thinking about the dream for the rest of the day. The others in the Gold Tribe did duties around Albia, helping in any way they could, while others continued to rest and recover from their injuries. Zane kept his distance from the others for the most part, though he did continue to notice Noctus lingering around. Zane thought for sure by now he would have left, but here he remained.

As night came, Zane lay awake, wondering if he would have another dream like that. But wrapped up in these thoughts, he didn't noticed that he had fallen asleep. Again in the midst of the night, visions passed through his mind. The setting was in a battle, so vivid and intense that Zane felt as thought he could feel the flames and attacks that came from Pokemon nearby. Zane noticed to his left as two Gold Tribe members, the Zangoose Kaiser, and another Pokemon, an Empoleon. The two engaged with another Pokemon, a large Garchomp. Zane didn't have to guess who the Pokemon was. He had seen his picture, his distinct sadistic smile in countless history books. It was Galleon the Garchomp, the most feared General in the Order of Neoverse. At least, that was the official story...the Gold Tribe discovered later that there was much more to it.

The two seemed to be holding off the Garchomp, but only barely. Zane saw the Kaiser block an incoming Hyper Beam from the Garchomp by forming the Reed famous Thunder wall, where a bolt of Thunder shot down in between the user and an attack, acting as a defense. Zane had seen the attack done countless times by Rey and his daughter, Guardia. It was the family's famous trademark ability, one that had begun even long before Kaiser. Two continued to engage, the Empoleon Gold Tribe member managing to hit Galleon directly on the chest with an ice beam, propelling him back a distance, enough for the two to catch their breath. Galleon was nowhere to be seen, and the pair of Gold Tribe members began to engage with Order of Neoverse Pokemon instead. But Zane noticed something in the corner of his eye, Galleon walking off from the current battle to the direction of the Capital Building in the center of Eternity City. Zane attempted to signal someone about it, before remembering that this was a dream, and nothing he could say about it. If this truly was something that happened in history and not just a dream, then nobody did stop Galleon that day, and whatever reason he had gone to that location, he had most likely succeeded...

Again, Zane had awoken. The sky was bright, though, so he must have slept for quite some time. Activity around Albia was increased, with many Pokemon beginning in the rebuilding, while many also were still recovering from the battle. As Zane walked through the city, he continued to think about the dreams, as if they were a sequence of events. It almost felt like they were telling him something. Something important. But Zane had to continue the story. Night came all too quickly for the Bisharp lost in his own thoughts.

A battle entangled in cavern of all places, yet inside these caverns was city all on its own. The site below Cape City was familiar to Zane. Here, he saw as armies clashed with one another, but an even more impressive fight occurred between a Roserade, one Zane saw in his dreams maybe a week ago, the one who spoke of the Gold Tribe as tools, a Luxray, also of the Gold Tribe, and General Galleon. This was the supposed battle where 'General Galleon' had fallen, and was believed to be killed. As the Roserade and Luxray struck him down, he fell to the infinite caverns below, his screams filling the air. The two rejoiced for brief moments before having to return to the fighting. Zane felt something wrong with his body, unable to control it, as he was suddenly thrust down the same way Galleon had just fallen. Zane struggled to move, but nothing happened. He tried to scream, but no voice came out of his mouth. And then, Zane felt himself on solid ground, touching down softly and without any injury. Zane spotted Galleon casually walking across the bottom of the caverns, clearly a set destination in mind for him. Zane followed him through every corridor, every path, until they came upon a clearing. A bright room, unlike any of the others in the dark caves. The source of the brightness came from an object in the center of the room. Zane couldn't tell from this distance what it was, but even as he got closer, the intense light caused him to be unable to make it out.

Galleon walked towards the object, every step he took made Zane feel like he was doing something terrible. Yet Zane, in this state, could do nothing to stop it. Eventually, Galleon grabbed hold of the object, and held it up. Zane tried to get closer, and see what it was, yet some sort of invisible force seemed to keep him a certain distance away. Galleon turned his body, covering Zane's view from that angle. He tried to get around, just to get a glimpse, one glimpse at what he was holding. He just wanted to see it. See what all of this was about. Just a single...

Zane awoke once more, this time sweating and panting. He stayed in his tent, thinking about the entire situation over and over in his mind. He didn't want to go out at all. He couldn't understand why. It just seemed like all of this could leave his mind at any moment if he chose to leave. He waited in there, as the hours passed. At one point, the light of the sun shone in his eyes, and he mistook it for the gleam of the object from his dream. Zane shot up and went out his tent to see the sun instead. Zane covered his eyes with his hands, and retreated back into his tent. He sat on the floor, and simply wish for time to go by faster now. This sequence of...dreams, or whatever they were, they were telling him something, and Zane had to figure out what it was. He had to finish the story.

Night came, but Zane couldn't bring himself to sleep for the longest time. He simply lay in bed, tossing and turning, trying to make himself go to sleep. Eventually, sleep came without him realizing, and soon after, another dream began to materialize. This time, Zane recognized the site immediately. He was in Eternity City again. A group of Pokemon, Gold Tribe symbols on their bodies went into the Capital Building. There, they were to face the Emperor of the Order of Neoverse, a final battle to determine the fate of the Alpha Alliance. The history books told of the identity of the Emperor, but none knew at the time. As Zane went through the building with the others, he saw him, Emperor Galleon, who masqueraded as one of his own Generals. He saw the shock on the faces of the others as they realized this as well. The Luxray, who fought Galleon in the caverns, voiced his disbelief.

"Ah...yes...I remember you. You were quite powerful before. You and Alex. Quite a tag team. But, I was just toying with you, like I toy with all of my meat. In truth, I allowed you to beat me, and therefore, harm me. Of course I had to make it look real. I was after something else. First, there was that time in this city, when we first fought. I allowed myself to be propelled by your ice attack, Tidechanger, and in turn, acquire this." He said, holding up...something. Zane couldn't see what it was because of the incredible light it was producing at him specifically. None of the others in the room were affected by, or probably even aware of the light's presence. Galleon continued.

Then in Cape, after I "fell" down the caverns, I was able to take this." He held up another object, similar to the first, and to Zane, similar in the bright light it produce, except the color was a bit different, this second one being a bit brighter to Zane. "What they do together, well, that's none of your concern, gentlemen and ladies. What is your concern is-"

But before Galleon could go on, the fight had begun. Zane watched, feeling powerless as his brothers and sisters of the past fought against the beast. Even though this was supposedly an event that had already happened, Zane still felt uncomfortable not being able to do anything in a battle. Countless Gold Tribe members fell before the Emperor's might, including the Empoleon who battled him in an earlier dream. But eventually, the Emperor had fallen after much fighting. The surviving Gold Tribe members tiredly savored their victory. They gave their congratulations to each other, and began to slowly leave the building as time passed. But Zane noticed on the ashes of the Emperor the two objects still there. No one had picked them up. Zane tried to motioned to some of the Gold Tribe members who passed through the door.

Wait! He yelled at them, but none responded. You have to get those objects! That's what he was after! Wait! WAIT! The Gold Tribe left the building, with none grabbing them. There Zane stood alone in the Capital Building, none in there but the ashes of the Emperor and the object on the floor beside them. Slowly, Zane could feel himself fading away from the scene, as if the dream was ending. But that couldn't be it, could it? Whatever happened to those object? What were they? Why was Galleon after them? As Zane faded away from the scene, one of the two objects stopped shining as much, and Zane could see, for brief seconds, the outline of what it was, though it was becoming far too blurry to make it out. It was silver in color. But something was odd about it. It was as if this wasn't the first time he had seen it. No, he was certain he had seen it somewhere before. Not in these dreams...in the real world. He knew he had seen it, but where...?

Zane awoke once more. Sweat poured from his face. This was the third day, the day that they had agreed to go to the Golden Catacombs. Zane had told his brothers three days ago that those who wished to go with him voluntarily would meet with him in front of the Albian city gates. But he had not spoken to his brothers or sisters for the passed three days, much less interacted with them at all. He wondered if they even still remembered, or believed that they were still going on with the plan. For Zane, now more than ever, he knew he had to go. This feeling of being called to those Catacombs was the same one he felt when he was experiencing these intense visions. He was going, and he knew he needed his brothers and sisters with him.

Zane arrived at the gates of Albia. It was all still a mystery to him, but for the first time in a while, he felt he was finally going to get some answers. Whatever lay in the Golden Catacombs could very well be the most important discovery of this war. It could very well be the thing that ties all this together. The war, the betrayal, everything. The Secret of the Silver Tribe.
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Three days after the fall of Albia, Ignus stood outside the gates, ready to depart for the catacombs. Zane, who seemed to be in charge (for the most part) had suggested it, and most took to his idea quickly. The Zoroark didn't know if Zane knew it, but a lot of people here looked to him. It was actually quite humorous when others spoke with him, especially when "The Puppy" (Swift) apologized to him for deserting. Mainly Ignus had been lurking around, not really interacting much. He wanted to get a hold on the different pokemon here before he made a big impression. Although, this may have not been avoided, since most have been eyeing him suspiciously already.

Anyway, as previously stated, Ignus waited outside for Zane and the others to come. He was there very early, the sky still pitch black above him; the sun had not risen. Ignus always watched the sun rise, it was part of his customs. Strange, how someone as black as he could be the light of the world. (Or, at least he believes to be). He chuckled to himself, remembering how he thought the Way of Light was silly. But now it was him, and he was it. He was probably the last of his kind alive, as most of his fellow cults-men had perished in the betrayal of Auron.

As dawn approached, Ignus felt the sun start to rise. He had always been able to tell when the sun was rising, mainly because his parents beat it into his head by waking him up everyday at dawn when he was a child.

So...the Golden Catacombs? I'm surely going to miss the sunrise and sunset each day. But, I will be in the dark, where I can finally work without being noticed.

Ignus leaned against on of the walls as Zane walked through, the first person to join him. Ignus figured now was a good as a time as ever to be friendly.

"Hello Zane. I'm very excited to join you in the catacombs, and I hope we find what you are looking for." Ignus was careful the elecute his words carefully and precisely.

Ah crap. That just made me sound creepy. I should have just talked normally...
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Jirmonji grinned. "Sir. Yes sir." The Bisharp was a natural leader. That's why he was in charge of everything. "I will do anything within my power to help restore the peace, and I will do everything that's not within my power anyways." Slynt was a Scizor of his word, so he would do almost anything to beat the Silver Tribe....I might die...but if we're to defeat them...I must die. The thought echoed throughout his head. I...I can't be afraid anymore...I can't fear death. I have to fight, and I have to die. I have to! Jirmonji decided then and there, death would scare him no longer. He had to fight. He had to do it for Rey, for Gold City, for his brothers...for his blood brother.

***

The next three days were a blur for him. The Swift spent most of the first day learning the stranger brothers' names. The Salamance, Bloodthirster, seemed like a fearful adversary, Defender seemed to be feeling better, Healer seemed friendly. The entire group seemed to be nice, if not weary. He had spent the first have of the second day recovering from the normally-deadly wounds that he recieved from the tower collapsing on him. His leg had major fracture, but Healer fixed it to where it would heal faster. He spent the second half sleeping. On the third day, he just wandered around the battlefield, looking at the damage. The next morning, Jirmonji met the rest of the group outside the gates.
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Penance stared up at the sky once more as light poured into the city. He hadn't really tried to find shelter in the city. He wasn't one for turning out someone for a spot in a bed, instead he found a place near the walls to sleep. He wouldn't have minded sleeping in the city but... his so called 'brothers' were sleeping there. Brothers... yeah right. Brothers who didn't mind lying to one's face! If he considered anything as the worst act a pokemon could commit, it would be lying. Lying twisted one's reality, made one feel betrayed, and even made good pokemon go bad within minutes. The need to lie was so great in all mortals that once one pokemon lied it was just bad practice to go to them for advice ever again. Guardia... Vigil... Sword and Shield... Hoodhide... Bloodthirster... Wildfire... Speculum... Dryad... even Noctus. All of them were cold blooded liars!

The more he through about them during the three days the more angry he got. He didn't want to really talk to any of them, instead opting to head out to the graves he had dug out and sitting down there. Even though Calamity had also been a liar... he still saved his life back there with Ignitus, so he could consider the Absol to have paid for his lies, and Dark Lightning hadn't lied to him at all! He would only go to the city to eat his fill and then just stay away from the others. He didn't talk to them, acknowledge them, or any of the other sort. The only ones he would speak to were those that had just met up with them. That Scizor, the Zoroark, and the Chansey. Other than that he was cold to the others.

Once more he got up and stretched and made his way this time to the gates of the city. He nodded toward the Zoroark and Scizor, and ignored Vigil as he stood against the gates and crossed his arms as he awaited the others to arrive.
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Vera Fayos vs. Kivir Sveenis



"Keep using the same tactics!" Kivir shouted to the others among the trees, as they went out for another round of hit and run attacks on the Ancients. They were doing relatively well at the moment, but as the Sentinels began to get entangled in the fight, Kivir found it much more difficult to continue to target them in the same way. He knew their strength, and he knew only with the Gold Tribe could they bring them down. Unfortunately, none were around to lend a hand. The other Pokemon were depending on him to show leadership and bravery. He had to put on a strong face for them.

A certain Blaziken among the Silver Tribe caught his eye. He wasn't familiar with a Blaziken among the Sentinels, but he also knew that only Ancients followed the Silver Tribe, right? Kivir deduced that this was either a freelancer, or another Sentinel. Either way, he decided to make his move against her. Popping out among the trees suddenly, Kivir jumped high into the air, and positioned himself to try and land a Sky Uppercut right on the Blaziken.

Almost as soon as her challenge was issued, a Breloom swept in to strike Vera. She quickly took her fighting pose, the very same one she had been taught to use by her family, a fighting style which would likely die with her. She just barely managed to catch the blow with her left hand. "Finally." Vera was quite intrigued by what she saw, for this Breloom seemed to be as tall as she was!

"Blaze," said Vera as her right leg burst into flames. She swung it around to strike the Breloom while she still had hold of him. "KICK!" The sandstorm was harsh, but would not last forever. She knew she would need to take advantage of it while she could.

Kivir could do nothing to escape the Blaze Kick attack as the Blaziken firmly held his leg. He had not choice by to take the attack. However, Kivir, being the strategist he was, decided that if he was to take some damage, he would make sure the opponent also took some. As the kick hit him, Kivir extended back his arm and struck with a Brick Break at the Blaziken. Kivir was at a disadvantage in type, so he had to be careful about how much damage he was willing to allow himself to take.

Kivir moved with the flow of the kick struck upon him. He was sent back a meter, but recovered and maintained his distance as he eyed the Blaziken. He decided to try another tactic, attacking from a range, as he launched a Spore on the opponent.

The whipping sandstorm made it difficult to spot the spores, and Vera did not notice until it was too late. She managed to cover her mouth before the full effect could take hold, but her head began to feel woozy. She needed to wear out the effect somehow. "Hmph. That's an awfully cheap trick. Did you learn that from the Gold Tribe or are you just a coward?" A loaded question, and hopefully one that would buy some time. "The Alpha Alliance is a failure you know. They couldn't protect me and they certainly couldn't protect Albia."

Kivir maintained his distance for now, unsure if the spores were able to take affect on the Blaziken from the through the sandstorm. Judging by her ability to still speak, he assumed that they did not, and therefore decided to keep his distance for now. He did, however, begin focusing his energy on his fist, prepared to engage the Blaziken when his attack was ready.

"I'm not with the Gold Tribe. I am an Alpha Alliance soldier, and from where I stand, it hasn't failed anything. We're going to rebuild the damage you Silver Tribe had done."

"Hypocrites! Every last one of you! If you want to take a city you don't leave part of your army behind. You bring all the force you can muster to completely crush the opponent. Instead, you were here while innocent bystanders lost their homes, or possibly their lives!" She had lost her cool, and she realized it. "I gave the order you know. And I'd do it again. Your kind couldn't stop me from becoming what I am now. I will end this with a single strike."

Vera's entire body burst into flames, a frightful image in it's own right. When the flames cleared she was wearing a brilliant suit of glass armor, created form the combination of Sovereign's sand and Vera's flame. She held out her right hand, generating a long, slim flame. She then grasped hold of a long curved blade, also made of glass. Streams of air flowed from the tips of her body and the end of her blade as she took her stance. She whispered under her breath, "Brave Bird."

Taken aback by this sudden transformation, Kivir did not immediately know how to respond. He held up his arms in preparation of what he thought would come at him, but what he expected was way off on what actually hit him. Kivir prepped his own attack, a Focus Punch he was preparing while he waited for Vera in the Sandstorm. The attacks clashed.

Vera's blade cut deep into the Breloom as he struck Vera with a mighty punch. The combined force of her attack and the punch caused her armor to shatter. She hoped it had been enough because she really didn't have much more. The sandstorm began to dissipate at last, taking with it Vera's weapon. "You're not the only one with resolve you know." Vera spoke somberly as she watched the Breloom. "I do not do this for Auron. My friend needs me. He will destroy himself if I can't save him. Please know that what I do is not personal, despite what I said. Before you die, tell me, what is your name?"

Kivir's Focus Punch had connected, but worse, the puncture of her weapon has pierced through him. He could feel the sting of the blade in his stomach, most likely hitting something vital. His hands trembled. His vision began to blur. He had been in focus long enough to hear the Blaziken's question. But he didn't feel he wanted to provide an answer, so as not to satisfy him. He knew from the start that putting together this group of people may very well be the death of him. It was for the greater good, and now it seems the greater good was calling for him. Struggling, Kivir extended his arm back, and then attempted to hit her with one last Brick Break.

Vera blocked the blow with her arm, but it still hurt. Ones last stand is often the most dangerous. "How unfortunate," she said before finishing him off with one more slash, this time with her own claws. "I hope you find more peace than I have. I am sure to burn for the things I've done."

Vera looked around to see Sovereign had made quite a mess. She couldn't quite see him during the fight. She would need to get near him now before someone else decides they want to fight.

Kivir struggled on the floor, his stomach bleeding out onto the grass plains next to the forest. He struggled to pick himself up, but no such strength resided in his body anymore. All he could do was watch in his final moments as the Sentinels tore his force apart. A sudden explosion of flames erupted from the center of the battlefield, as Kivir witnessed The Inferno demolishing the soldiers with his flames. If they cried out in pain, Kivir couldn't tell in his state, all sound seeming to bounce off of him. Thoughts ran through his mind. His final thoughts. He knew when he came up with this plan that he was most likely going on a one-way trip. The soldiers that followed him bravely volunteered to be apart of this so that the Alpha Alliance as a whole would get their chance. The few would be sacrificed, so that the many could continue to live on. And that made their sacrifice all the more acceptable, and necessary.

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As Zane arrived in the location, he was a bit surprised to see someone there. He was usually one of the first to arrive, the only other person that ever came before him was Dark Lightning usually...

"Hello Zane. I'm very excited to join you in the catacombs, and I hope we find what you are looking for."

This time around, it was the newcomer to the group, Ignus, known by his title of the Prince of Light. It was a curious title, one he didn't know the exact reason for its conception. The Gold Tribe usually refer to each other by their titles. That was how they operated. Yet Ignus chose to use Zane's actual name instead. It was strange, but it gave Zane an excuse to refer to the newcomer by his real name as well, instead of by his long title every time.

"Thanks...Ignus." Zane said, feeling a bit awkward referring to a brother not by his title.

The Swift arrived soon after, followed by Defender. Zane noticed that Defender did not acknowledge him in the usual way. He assumed he was still upset at him for lying, and probably rightly so. Zane only hoped they could remedy the situation eventually. Perhaps after their trip into the Catacombs. The rest of the Gold Tribe arrived soon after, ready to go. Though missing from the group now was Noctus. Zane waited a few more minutes just to make sure, and then decided it was time to leave. Apparently, Noctus had decided that it was time to leave the group as well.

"Alright, looks like everyone is here. We'll be heading off now. Our destination is the Golden Catacombs. I can't tell you exactly what we'll find there, but I hope it'll be some answers. Maybe a way to beat this. Either way, be ready. The Catacombs are about a few hours walk to the north, so it shouldn't be too long. Let's move out."

With that, the Gold Tribe moved out.

Almost immediately after they began their walk, Guardia spoke.

"Hey, so, we don't really know the new guys too well." He said, motioning to the Swift, Ignus, and the Healer. "What do you say guys? Care to share a bit about yourselves?"

***

Silver City

The smoke from the devastation the Silver Tribe had caused could have been seen for miles. But eventually, as they got closer to their destination, the sight was no longer visible. But what did come into focus now was the familiar sight of Silver City.

This was once a place of indisputable beauty and creativity. It was said that when Gold City was created, it was blessed to be a place of peace and prosperity for all time. The once shining halls and streets were paved gold, they say. It was truly a place to behold, a place in which all Alpha Alliance citizens wanted to see at least once in their life.

Now, it is a shadow of it's former self. During the final battle between the Gold and Silver Tribes, many of the buildings and roads were destroyed, or very near to. The banners of gold that shone brightly in the sun were replaced with those of the Silver Tribe and the Ancients. The once bustling city streets filled with happy Pokemon going about their business were largely empty, except for the mass amounts of Ancients that patrolled the streets. Many of the Alpha Alliance citizens are now too afraid to leave their homes, scared that they will be attacked, or killed.

Right in the middle of the city was the Citadel, a building of immense size and beauty, once the home to the Gold Tribe members. Decorations were all around it, and people claimed it as the jewel of Gold City. The Citadel still stands where it once was, but it was largely damaged, and wasn't bothered to be repaired. Instead, it now serves as the "Palace" for the Silver Tribe.

The army of Ancients dispersed among several areas of the city and outside uniformly, as if orders were just placed upon them without a word being spoken. The Sentinels and Vera, however, continued on into the palace. Ancients gave a salute as they passed, recognizing their rank and importance. Doors were open to them at each next room, until they were in the room just outside of the throne room. This is were the Sentinels waited. All except Sentry, who had departed from the group earlier to go on ahead and 'see to things', as he put it.

Eventually, the throne room doors were opened, and the Sentinels proceeded inside. Scar saw three figures at the end of the room. One was Sentry, standing close to the throne. The other was a different Pokemon, one Scar didn't get a look out as they proceeded out of a different door to the side of the room. And of course, there sitting upon the throne of the world was Auron. Scar bowed before him before rising, and staring right at him. Auron did not return his stare, but instead seemed to gaze right past the group, as if his attention was set on something beyond them.

After a moment of silence, Auron spoke in a cold, low tone. "...Report." He said, awaiting for their responses. Scar instinctively look at Genevieve, Sovereign, and Vera, who were at the sight of the last battle, and therefore knew the most of the situation.
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The battle had concluded just as Genevieve predicted; it was a resounding victory for the Silver Tribe. The devastation was both widespread and jaw-dropping by the scope of its ferocity. Even though Genevieve had simply watched as a spectator, she felt fully invested and accomplished as the maestro of its composition. They didn’t linger at the battle spot long, there was no need to bury the Ancients as the enemy has wallowed over their dead in the past. The Ancients were a tool, and nobody cried or buried a broken screwdriver.

Eventually they escaped from the wake of their own destruction, the lingering smoke began to subdue as they drew further and further away. Their sight no longer filled with empty plains and trees, but with the familiar sight of Silver City. Destruction was visible here too; leftover from the final battle with which the Silver Tribe wrestled victory from the Gold Tribe. Many of the streets were largely empty upon their approach. Genevieve had remembered a time when they were packed with others going about their business. It was less hectic this way, the civilians cowered in fear and secluded themselves like crazed hermits. What better way to die than by natural selection? The weak only serve to feed the strong. They had nothing to fear, they were merely serving their purpose.

The palace came upon them quicker than she had judged. She had been too busy surveying the surroundings. The Ancients saluted at their passing, almost robotic in manner towards their status. They ushered them forth, the great throne room doors opening to reveal the inner sanctum. Three Pokemon presented themselves in Genevieve's view, an unknown that quickly disappeared, Sentry and of course, Auron. A chill slithered its way up Genevieve’s back, her natural defense to flinch was fought every step of the way. “You mustn’t look weak,” she chastised herself mentally. Auron had a permeating aura that Genevieve shuddered at. Few, if any, had ever had such an effect on her before.

His gaze seemed to not be looking at her, but through her. As if he was looking at something in the back of the throne room and ignoring them completely. She fought the urge to cast her sight upon that direction. She sensed nothing back there and she did not dream of breaking her reciprocal gaze. A hushed silence fell upon the group, the tension seemed to thicken and form a knot in Genevieve’s gut.

“...Report,” Auron uttered from his throne, his tone both frigid and low.

Scar turned to look at Genevieve, Sovereign and his little pet, Vera. Yes, of course he looked to them for their report. Genevieve swallowed hard and took a few elegant steps forward, her mannerisms betraying none of her inward personal conflict, almost as if nothing was discomforting her. They had obviously known the situation, it was their job to report. Her pain still lingered from the battles prior, regardless however, she curtsied and lowered herself as far as she could bear.

“My lord, Auron,” She answered, her gaze trying to lock itself into his perceiving eyes. “I will not try to belittle your importance or your time by mincing words.” She paused as she prepared to continue. “As regards to the battle of Albia, the city is lost and in the hands of the Alpha Alliance. Before our departure, we attempted to ravage the city and make them pay for their petulance. The city still stands, although they achieved their victory at great cost.” Genevieve secretly hoped that the last bit of information would be enough to appease Auron as a result for the battle. “We were informed of a second assemblage of Alpha Alliance troops that supposedly had been laying in wait to ambush us. Upon our hearing this and with closer inspection, it was decided that this force was nothing but a ruse. Quickly, we engaged the enemy and with resounding success, achieved victory.”

Genevieve prostrated herself again, her gaze breaking as she turned it to the floor. She had reported, a slightly hurried but accurate retelling of events. The pain in her side resonated within her body. Her stifled moan of agony continued to be trapped within her being. She had to wait for the others to report before any hope of medical attention could be had. Hopefully this wouldn’t take too long.
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