oh, speaking of magic, the text below has nothing to do with it. LOL
A rustling sound was echoing in the room, a silhouette in a black cloak kneeling. The Master was scratching the sound with his sharp claws, anxious and troubled about what was to come. Suddenly, a portal of darkness appeared behind him and the Hydreigon known as Nightingale appeared. The hoodied figure, almost as tall as the dragon, turned to face the Hashashin. He looked down with all of his heads, floating in the room like a ghost.
"What news?" asked the Master in a demanding tone.
"We've got him. The Phantom Dancer."
"And? Did you ask him where it is?"
"There's a liiitle problem with that. He's lost his memory."
The Pokemon in the black cloak growled in anger. "Now he is as worthless as the rest of his family!" he spat on the ground.
"I killed his family, what're you talking about?"
"Exactly!"
Nighingale shook his middle head, frowning. He was never in a good mood when meeting with the Master, because he thought the old man was crazed out.
"Want me to get rid of him?" asked Nighingale
"No... we'll restore his memory, we'll find a way. He can be proven extremely useful in the future."
The Hydreigon frowned again. By 'we' the Master meant 'you', so he simply nodded and vanished in the darkness.